#ficcanaso

[okkiverdi89]

La più alta forma di intelligenza quando non si conoscono i fatti è farsi i cazzi propri!!!!

[elenascrive]

Chi non ha vita propria, si riempie gli occhi e la bocca della vita degli altri, son sempre lì a spiare.

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[borsaiolo]

Fratello! [ ;; ] [ clings onto his arm tightly ] { tiddytanic au <3 }

[ !!!! ] [ instincts mode Activated ] [ he turns to her, a bit alarmed, and reflexively places his hand on her forearm ] What? What is it? [ fret fret ] 

[fortezzabastiani]

E niente, questa doveva essere una foto romanticosentimentale, ma un ficcanasetto rosa ha deciso che anche a lui piace essere amato, sentirselo dire, ma anche annusare il profumo dei baci non è male (anche darli però).Geroge Eliot ci perdonerà.

(foto falpao, un bacio)

[travellingtradesman-blog]

[ smile smile ] [ holds up a pen and paper ] Would you mind helping me for a second, signore?

[throws a smile her way]

Anything for a lovely lady like you. How can I help?

[talesofalifeatsea]

Signore. [ she places her camera over the desk, head lolled to the side with a puzzled expression over her features ] Do you have a few moments to spare? I'm in a bit of a pickle and you seem like a friendly face.

[ blinkblink ] [ one could say many things about his face, but not that it’s...friendly ] [ well, he doesn’t mind helping anyhow ] Erm... sure. What can I help you with, miss?

[perlenketten-blog]

“Here comes a thought that might alarm you…”

She slammed her forehead down on the table with a loud groan. “Wonderful. In fact, this is just what I needed. I already broke a pair of glasses today- And of course, I dropped the screw necessary for repairing them.” Franziska lifted her head up. Her expression was tired, overworked, and perhaps a bit pissed off. “My favorite pair of wire cutters also seem to have disappeared… They’re most likely in this huge mess I’ve been meaning to clean up for the last week. I could try cleaning up and looking for them, but I’ve had no time between orders to do so.” There was a long pause as she seemed to stare off into space. “…Anyway. What was that ‘alarming thought’?”

[borsaiolo]

[ SLAMS HER FIST ON THE TABLE ]

AY- [ JUMPS & PLACES HIS HAND OVER HIS CHEST ] What is it?! [ BPM: 99999 ]