#busybodies

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

“All those busybodies who had had too much to say about my marriage being unlawful may go to Hell and fuck spiders, and if you hear any of them speak any more about it please damn their eyes on my account.”

-- Henry Delano Fitch, New England sea captain and later resident merchant of early 19th century San Diego

#quotes #sexuality #busybodies #my favorites #Henry Delano Fitch

[theanarchistscookbook]

#politics #tim dillon #busybodies #despair

[monriatitans]

QUOTE OF THE DAY Sunday, September 25, 2022

"'Do I look like someone who has something to do here on earth?' - That's what I'd like to answer the busybodies who inquire into my activities." - Emil M. Cioran, The Trouble with Being Born

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[musicprincess1990]

You know... one of my biggest pet peeves has to be busybodies. Does it directly affect or concern you? If not, STAY THE HELL OUT OF IT.

I'm finding out that one of the physical therapists I work for is a MAJOR busybody. He eavesdrops on every conversation I have every time a patient calls in, asks me who it is, what they want, and IT'S NOT EVEN HIS PATIENT, and I just-

#pet peeves #busybodies #it's not your business #keep your nose the fuck out of it

[bills-bible-basics]

Gossip and Slander Graphic 18 Visit https://www.billkochman.com/Graphics-Library/ to see more. "Even so the tongue is a little member, and boasteth great things. Behold, how great a matter a little fire kindleth! And the tongue is a fire, a world of iniquity: so is the tongue among our members, that it defileth the whole body, and setteth on fire the course of nature; and it is set on fire of hell." James 3:5-6, KJV "Be Slow to Speak" KJV Bible Verse List: https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse129.html "Gossip, Slander, Jewish Fables and Wives Tales" KJV Bible Verse List: https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse214.html "We Reap What We Sow" KJV Bible Verse List: https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse413.html "Spirit of Truth" KJV Bible Verse List: https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse294.html Article: "Speak the Pure Language of Truth": https://www.billkochman.com/Articles/purelng1.html "Give an Account" KJV Bible Verse List: https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse026.html "Our Sins Won't Remain Hidden" KJV Bible Verse List: https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse155.html Article: "Stop Cussing! Be Not Conformed to This World!": https://www.billkochman.com/Articles/cussing-1.html "Be Slow to Anger" KJV Bible Verse List: https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse127.html "Satan : False God, Liar and Deceiver" KJV Bible Verse List: https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse388.html "According To Our Works" KJV Bible Verse List: https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse001.html https://www.billkochman.com/Blog/index.php/gossip-and-slander-graphic-18/?feed_id=156419&Gossip%20and%20Slander%20Graphic%2018

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[ytorf]

Busy bodies beat the blues

If there’s one thing Petunia knows how to do it’s suppress her emotions with work!

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#always busy #busybodies #comics #owen #petunia

[ruporas]

sleepy crew (ID in alt)

#one piece #opfanart #roronoa zoro #monkey d luffy #tony tony chopper #my eepers that eep ... as per usual i love to draw my faves resting together #i like to imagine zoro and luffy has occasions where they nap together - not necessarily in Close proximity like this but #neither of them would mind it either way... the types to be able to knock out anywhere and in any circumstances #and chopper joins them - probably joins zoro first before luffy bc luffy is more of a busybody and chopper needs to get in his midday naps #and ofc the rest of the crew is there to bare witness and poke fun at zoro later for being such a good substitute bed #ruporas art

[mercymornsimpathizer]

the thing about judith is that fundamentally she is the most reasonable and level-headed person at canaan house. when you're stuck in a locked room serial murder mystery you really ought to, like, get help. at the very least let someone know that there is some serious murder-type shenanigans going on. not, you know, desperately try to achieve immortality before you can be murdered. like say what you will about her approach! but everyone else's approach was, crucially, also really bad.

#judith deuteros #gideon the ninth #the locked tomb #tlt #etc etc etc #judith was my first favorite character bc i too am fundamentally a no fun allowed ineffectual busybody #<3

[fanwarriorfictions]

Not Again

Azriel x Rowaelin Daughter Reader

Summary: Azriel has a bad habit of finding random females falling onto the River House lawn. This time, the female in question catches him off guard, and she seems to be even stranger than the last.

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-Part One-

There was a shift in the air, so subtle that it could’ve been passed off as a breeze through a cracked window. He would’ve thought just that if it hadn’t been for the keen wisps of shadows at his shoulders whispering in his ears, outside, someone’s here, outside, here, here, here, here.

The room filled with his family was non the wiser as the shadowsinger shifted towards the door, all of them talking and laughing by the fire place. Feyre and Rhys cozied up on the loveseat, little Nyx nestled in his mothers arms. Nesta sitting on Cassian’s lap, the sisters talking about the recent books they’d read, his brothers admiring their mates. Mor sipped on her third glass of wine, listening to Elain talk about her blooming garden while she absently fiddled with her still full glass, Lucien sitting comfortably by her side, content to just listen to his mate talk. Amren was nowhere to be found tonight, Varian presumably in town.

Azriel found it easy to slip out the back door, ready to deal with the supposed trouble without disturbing his family’s peace. His shadows didn’t seem alarmed, persistent, but not noting any imminent threat. Despite their ease, he found Truth Teller in his hand, ready to deal with whoever he found if necessary.

It was dark outside, the brisk night air dancing over his fire warmed skin. Calm, no sign of that subtle shift, nothing but his shadows urging him towards the garden, towards whoever was out here causing the small disturbance.

He wasn’t quite sure what he was looking for, what he was expecting to find. Maybe a drunk who wandered to far from the main streets of Velaris, maybe a curious young fae who just wanted a glimpse of the inner circle. He’d dealt with his fair share of both, gently warning them away from the home.

But whatever he’d been expecting it certainly wasn’t what he found. A female laid on the ground, clothes and skin covered with dirt and blood, her body sprawled like she’d been thrown down without care. He could sent fresh blood on her coming from a wound on her head, the stream of it dripping down onto the stones beneath her. Her breathing was steady, her heartbeat strong.

Azriel clenched the blade’s hilt tight in his hand, drawing closer to her slowly. Her scent drifted towards him on a phantom wind, pine and snow, like the mountains of Illryia. Despite his resentment of the people who lived there, the scent reminded him of home.

His shadows curiously trail around the female, finding more and more injuries, a cut on her thigh, bruising across her abdomen. Whoever she was, she had seen her fair share of violence. She was high fae, her ears arched into delicate points, though he could not discern which court she may belong too. Her clothes were to disheveled to detect a distinct style, black leather pants and a long sleeved green shirt beneath a leather vest sheathed with knives like a bandolier. Clothes that could belong to any court, maybe even from the continent.

So busy examining her he didn’t detect the change in her breathing until it was to late.

The female launched up with such speed he was almost to slow to block the attack. She’d pulled one of those knives from her vest, it’s wickedly sharp edge to close to his throat for comfort. Truth Teller blocked the blade, the metal singing against her dagger. The female was quick to pull back, not lunging again like he thought she would but reaching for a smaller knife at her ribs, it was flying through the air faster than he could blink, aiming for his eye with remarkable accuracy, Cassian would be proud of a throw like that. The only reason it didn’t take his eye was due to a shadow darting out to grab the blade midair.

The female is a blur as she lunges again, going for the arm holding his blade. He dodges back, the strike missing him by a hair. She’s fast, faster than most fae he’s fought over the centuries. He catches her next strike, a blow to his side that could’ve left him bleeding out on the floor. She pulls back and retreats a few steps, her stance shifting back like she might jump at him again.

“Stop,” he snarls at her.

She hisses, baring her teeth at him, teeth with unusually sharp canines, and then she speaks, a language he’d never heard before. And that’s when the pieces start to click, when his shadows start to whisper, not of this world, another, another world, another, another, another.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he grounds out, “not again.”

The female only snarls, reaching for another of those small wicked blades. She flips it, pinching the sharp tip between her fingers.

“Wait,” he says, sheathing his dagger at his side, “just wait.”

Her eyes track his movements, the ice cold look in them enough to make him shiver. It felt like the air around them tried to freeze under her gaze, the wind no longer a soft breeze but an ice kissed howl.

His head cocked to the side, that was her, she was controlling the wind. The air swirling around them faster and faster, colder and colder.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said though he was sure she couldn’t understand him.

He held his hands up so she could see them, willing his shadows away so he could look as unthreatening as possible. When the last unknown female had landed on this lawn, she’d fallen right in front of him, he’d been able to get his blade angled to her throat before she had anytime to react, this female on the other hand, had managed to get the jump on him first, a fact that his brothers would never let him live down.

The wind bit at his wings, discomfort sooner turning to pain if it kept up like that. It felt like the moisture in the air was turning to ice, slicing into his skin.

She repeats her words, her voice hard and unforgiving just like the wind around them. A shield, he realized, a casing of wind to block all sound, to keep others out and to keep him trapped.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says again, hoping she can understand the plea in his tone.

Her head tilts, examining him from head to toe, a predator studying its next meal. In that moment, Azriel had never felt more like prey in his life. She had an intensity that rivaled Nesta and Amren, like she knew she was the most powerful creature in the room and she’d be happy to prove it. This female was dangerous, strong, fast, and from another world just like Bryce Quinlann, he could only hope she’d turn out to be an ally as well.

Blood still drips down her face, the cut on her brow deep and jagged, like it had been ripped across a dull object. The scent of her blood filled his nose, laced with that pine and snow, and something warm, like an ember drifting from a fire. Again, it smelled uncannily like home.

Those cold eyes flare wide, the frost bitten wind warming a fraction. Something in her posture shifts, no longer in fight mode, but flight.

“Stop,” he pleads, “hold on.”

Her voice shifts when she speaks, lighter and less harsh, he still can’t understand any of it. His confusion must be evident on his face because she scoffs, lowering the dagger to her side, still not sheathing it. The wind fades away, replaced by a warm gentle breeze that thaws his near frozen wings.

Azriel sighs in relief and she cocks her head at the sound. Her eyes take in his wings, noting the frost on them that slowly melts away. The air seems to get even warmer then.

“Thank you,” he says, bowing his head to show his gratitude, all while keeping an eye on her.

Though she seems to be less hostile, he wouldn’t let his guard down for a second around her.

He felt it then, the gentle prying talons on his mind, ones he instantly let in. Showing Rhys exactly where he was and who was before him.

Not again, Rhys sighs.

That’s what I said, Azriel replies.

And then that night kissed power settles around them, the female’s eyes hardening back to ice, dagger already raised and ready to defend herself. Azriel was half tempted to tell her it wasn’t worth it, that there was little she could do against Rhys, but he kept his mouth shut as his high lord appeared before them. Giving the female that cool charming look that had most ready to eat out of the palm of his hand.

She didn’t have that kind of reaction, instead she lifted that dagger towards his high lord, a snarl on her lips, those vicious canines on display.

“Well that’s interesting,” Rhys says, coolly looking her over, “high fae, but not one of ours.”

She snaps at him, words he couldn’t understand but by the way she ground them out Azriel could tell they weren’t niceties.

“I’m sure that was her way of calling me a prick,” Rhys chuckles, “I’d recognize it in any language.”

Azriel eyes the two of them, he has no doubts that his high lord could defend himself against the female, but after the last encounter he’d had with a foreign fae he didn’t want to underestimate her. Rhys seems to agree, Azriel can almost see the invisible attack he launches, and he sees the exact moment Rhys hits a wall of pure ice around her mind.

His high lord hisses in pain at the exact moment a bright blue light flares from the female, a mark shining on her brow. The mark like those in the book of breathings, like the horn on Bryce’s back.

The female swears, free hand touching that mark as if she could will it back beneath her skin. Her dagger is aimed for Rhys, but her eyes dance between them both, watching for any movement from Azriel, ready to take both of them on in a heartbeat if it was necessary.

“Go get Amren,” Azriel says, “and bring one of those damned translators.”

Rhys is gone within a split second, and the female is angling that dagger at Azriel instead, a warning to stay back, she makes no move to fight nor flee, her frozen stare colder than before though the air continues to stay warm.

Azriel simply holds his hands in the air, “We mean you no harm.”

She responds in that soft swirling language, his shadows writhe in answer, almost like they could understand her. She frowns at them as they travel across the ground towards her, a soft snarl from her lips has them skittering back. Interesting, the way she seems almost familiar with them, he wonders if she’d encountered fae like him before, maybe like Quinlann’s brother.

Rhys and Amren appear in that night kissed darkness, the female’s attention snapping towards them. Amren curiously examines the girl, that mark that still simmers faintly in her brow.

“Are you collecting more strays?”

Azriel doesn’t respond to the jab, watching as Amren takes the small silver bean from her pocket and throws it towards the female without warning. She catches it with ease, glancing between it and Amren with a raised brow.

“Eat,” Amren commands, miming the action, taping on her mouth as she speaks, “to understand.”

Her eyes find Azriel’s, brow quirked in confusion. He simply nods, mimicking Amren’s actions. She seems to understand that, as she lifts the translator to her mouth and swallows it down.

And just like that she erupts, not with that ice cold wind, but with fire, hotter and stronger than that of the heirs of Autumn. Maybe even hotter than Beron’s himself. A shield from Rhys traps the explosion of power though he winces from the effort of keeping her contained. The fire rages, the earth below her turning to ash in an instant. She burns so hot that the flame around her starts to turn blue. She burns and burns and burns, so bright Azriel shields his eyes, so hot that the shield around her can barely contain that heat.

Rhys does not remove the shield until that fire stops its raging, until all that’s left is smoke and ash. She had collapsed on the floor, her dagger red hot against her skin yet it doesn’t burn her hand. That mark burns brighter as she glares up at them, vibrant blue that lights up the world around them.

“A little warning would’ve been nice,” she snaps, her voice tinged with that soft accent of her language.

“Hard to do that when we don’t speak your tongue,” Amren snaps back. “Who are you?”

Her ice cold stare is unsettling as it examines them all. She stands from the ground, that red hot blade lifting towards them, the air warping from the heat.

“My name is Y/n Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius,” her voice is steady, regal, “Crown Princess of Terrasen. And I’d like to know which one of you opened the gate that dragged me here.”

#this is so self indulgent #but I don’t care at all #Azriel’s shadows are cute little busybodies and I love them #acotar x reader #acotar #azriel #azriel x reader #rowaelin daughter #rowaelin

[juliaplumsoup]

Best friends

#robbie rotten #bessie busybody #lazy town #lazytown #robbierotten

[scintillyyy]

anyways as much as it's fun to joke about tim being an emotional support robin that bruce relied on, the thing is that their early dynamic was very much bruce not wanting tim to see the darker side of him that struggled and trying to handle it alone and tim getting frustrated with him about being pushed away

(read knightfall)

#the thing is that tim becoming robin wasn't to become bruce's emotional therapist #tim himself was supposed to be a reminder for bruce to not get caught up in himself #and to pull back and think #and that's an important distinction to me #like it's not like tim came and managed him emotionally. like in many respects bruce was trying to do the right thing and avoid that #tim did try to busybody bruce ofc #but bruce's m.o. when things get hard is to close himself off and push everyone away #idk. #anyways i'm still here-ish it's just that a very important video game to me came out on the 29th #so i'm temporarily less here-ish. im busy.

[stepghost]

#Busybody Woman gets ***** by the Mad Love & Hatred of a Snake Possessed Man #mine #mangacap #manga cap #h

[bills-bible-basics]

Gossip and Slander Graphic 14 Visit https://www.billkochman.com/Graphics-Library/ to see more. "Even so the tongue is a little member, and boasteth great things. Behold, how great a matter a little fire kindleth! And the tongue is a fire, a world of iniquity: so is the tongue among our members, that it defileth the whole body, and setteth on fire the course of nature; and it is set on fire of hell." James 3:5-6, KJV "Be Slow to Speak" KJV Bible Verse List: https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse129.html "Gossip, Slander, Jewish Fables and Wives Tales" KJV Bible Verse List: https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse214.html "We Reap What We Sow" KJV Bible Verse List: https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse413.html "Spirit of Truth" KJV Bible Verse List: https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse294.html Article: "Speak the Pure Language of Truth": https://www.billkochman.com/Articles/purelng1.html "Give an Account" KJV Bible Verse List: https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse026.html "Our Sins Won't Remain Hidden" KJV Bible Verse List: https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse155.html Article: "Stop Cussing! Be Not Conformed to This World!": https://www.billkochman.com/Articles/cussing-1.html "Be Slow to Anger" KJV Bible Verse List: https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse127.html "Satan : False God, Liar and Deceiver" KJV Bible Verse List: https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse388.html "According To Our Works" KJV Bible Verse List: https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse001.html https://www.billkochman.com/Blog/index.php/gossip-and-slander-graphic-14/?feed_id=147637&Gossip%20and%20Slander%20Graphic%2014

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[ystrike1]

Busybody Woman gets ***** by the Mad Love & Hatred of a Snake Possessed Man - By Umekoppe (8/10)

Betrayal sometimes has two sides. A monster and a human can bridge the gap and marry, but they will always be different. A snake reincarnates to hunt down the beloved wife who killed him. She broke his heart, but who was really in the wrong?

Madara is a handsome and capable man with snake blood. Everybody knows about it, but he's sociable and popular so it's fine.

Nanaha is one of his many friends. She's nosy. A little pushy. They're close. They get along. Madara is easygoing and less cool around her sometimes.

Everybody thinks they're already a thing. They aren't though, but Madara is already jealous.

When she confesses her love he doesn't seem to take it well. He kind of feels like a different guy for a second. She's afraid of him for that second.

He appears and saves her from a robber late at night. We see his snake blood powers in action. Madara seems very insecure. He thinks Nanaha will see him as a monster, now that she knows he can freeze people.

He's afraid that her love isn't all that deep.

He doesn't wait. He drags her home and confesses everything. He has won. She loves him, and now he gets to kill her when she is at her most miserable.

He wants her to die the way he died.

Bleeding out, in front of the only person she loves.

The previous Nanaha didn't seem very remorseful either. After she stabbed him she watched him die. She did not try to save him. Madara is clearly not over the pain.

He tries to laugh.

He tries to act like he's enjoying what he's doing, but he still doesn’t understand.

Why did his only wife betray him?

His character profile paints a very sad picture of his internal struggle. He cannot even imagine trying to find happiness with the modern version of Nanaha.

He died listening to her curse him.

For some reason the entire plot twist is in the afterword sketches??? So please scroll all the way through the authors notes.

Madara was merciless and evil. He romanced his lovely wife, and he was a good husband to her. The other humans in her village did not approve of him. When Nanaha says she loves him, and she wants to find a way to be together, he's overjoyed. His loving wife wants him, even though he's not the best husband.

He tells her they will have their revenge. They will slaughter every being that dared to sneer at their wedding, and they will build a new life of riches through pillaging and death...she stabs him.

Nanaha originally stabbed him because he was evil and rotten to the core. His strong love for her could not magically turn him into a good man. He delighted in slaughter.

The Nanaha from the past tried to deny his evil for a long time, because she did adore him, but then he directly threatened everyone she has ever known.

She stabs him then, and she curses him, for not choosing life with her. For trying to drag her down into darkness, despite the pure love she gave him.

Madara will only ever see it as a betrayal though.

He doesn't understand.

#Busybody Woman gets ***** by the Mad Love & Hatred of a Snake Possessed Man #yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #monster boy #yancore

[thatsbelievable]

#What to do About the Busybody #tips #tricks #life hacks #helpful hints #advice #busybody #eavesdropping #lava #volcano #unreality

[orphicauroras]

#nothing to see just two busybodies rooting for their ship #gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #acosf #acotar #azriel #gwyn