#pinkypurples

[jonathanbyersphd]

❤️ Can I get a kiss? And can you make it last forever? ❤️

[0last-ditch-effort0]

Worried that despite me wanting a darker purple in my hair I may have overshot and it’ll be indistinguishable from the black

[musilizzy]

WCIF the pinkypurple hair in your simblreen post? Sorry if you've already linked it before!

You can find it here on my wcif page 😉

[jrandallart]

Late night studio snapshot #pinkypurples https://www.instagram.com/p/BuG3XZahvEh/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=185yeo8595jo0

[twilightsirencorsetry]

Finishing off a row of purple corsets I realised I had not shared any from this set of @cpu_livy by @earlgreyhot.images. Featuring the Lita corset in purple silk and mesh With thanks to the @lensmaidens #corsets #corsetmaker #meshcorset #pastelgothgirl #pastelgoth #pastelgothaesthetic #pinkypurple https://www.instagram.com/p/CDPa3GZg8R7/?igshid=1nhiep8bl9n10

[minaficent]

DUSTY LILAC | Soft pinky purple by @anastasiabeverlyhills #abh #abhlipgloss #abhswatch #lipswatch #gloss #lipgloss #dustylilac #ksa #jeddahmakeupartist #jeddahmua #lilac #pinky #pinkypurple #abhlips (at Jeddah, Saudi Arabia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAvWUO3p67o/?igshid=10iu6wo9yz4nx

[ceceliatat2]

👾One shot Clematis👾 from the up for grabs ! Thanks again for a lovely day 🎉 #pinkypurple #clematis #calf #oneshot https://www.instagram.com/p/BzqJFBOFO82/?igshid=3b7ioc2fgw5r

[roguerainbowfr]

I gotta quit buying first gens to sit in my hibden but they’ve been so plentiful...

Two real nice kids I have to gene now. A frosty and a swamp creature

And a riot rainbow and pinkypurple matchy sneak sneak, no solid gene plans for them but here’s a shot with underbelly just because

[alarriefantasy]

Have you read "Deconstructing Larry" by PinkyPurple on AO3? Worth a look.

Ohhh! I’ll have to take a second to read this, but it sounds great!!!!

Deconstructing Larry by PinkyPurple

Words: 17k

Five years after the break-up of 1D, a struggling journalist decides to kick start her career by landing an interview with all the boys.

All the boys are obliging, except for two...

Then, seeing the opportunity for some closure on their shared past, they reluctantly agree.

What follows is an evening of harsh truths, life changing decisions and lethal vodka cocktails.

[ao3feed-larry]

Deconstructing Larry

by PinkyPurple

Five years after the break-up of 1D, a struggling journalist decides to kick start her career by landing an interview with all the boys from 1D.

All the boys are obliging, except for two...

Then, seeing the opportunity to for some closure on their shared past, they reluctantly agree.

What follows is an evening of harsh truths, life changing decisions and lethal vodka cocktails.

Words: 17767, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles & Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Post-Break Up, Getting Back Together, Angst with a Happy Ending

via AO3 works tagged 'Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson' https://ift.tt/2zMN9N6

[momentumspinner]

I’m in a dreamy mood! #dreamymood #mood #feeling #feelingdreamy #selfie #pink #filter #filterlookspink #daydreamy #pinkypurple #purplypink

[twilightsirencorsetry]

Mauve purple silk and mesh corset ready to be shipped. Featuring a zip front fastening in place of a busk for a burlesque client. . . #mauve #mauvepurple #pinkypurple #burlesquecorset #burlylife #burlesqueperformer #bespokedesign https://www.instagram.com/p/CBablB8AwVl/?igshid=hh96a16tczlk

[yizzle-thesizzle]

I need this room

[tiffanylabelle]

How gorgeous NYC is in the Spring … 🌸💗 Photography courtesy of @loveshackfancy #centralpark #centralparkstroll #centralparkstrolls #centralparkstrolling #centralparkmoments #centralparknyc #centralparknewyork #centralparknewyorkcity #nycliving #newyorkcity #newyork #discovernewyorkcity #nyc #discovernyc #newyorkcitylife #newyorkinsta #lifeinnewyork #centralparkinspring #springincentralpark #springinnewyork #visualsoflife #mynycmoment #newyorklife #explorenewyork #explorenyc #igersofnyc #newyorkinstagram #moodygrams #pinkypurple #cherryblossoms (at Central Park NYC) https://www.instagram.com/p/CcV0VsCvqaj/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

trying to work out the logistics of the dream i had last night/this morning

it was so elaborate, and yet a little nonsensical

the location switched between secret base with hidden provisions in a below storage area we weren’t allowed in (all white and weirdly clean), an auditorium styled thing but set outside in a muddy sort of field (stage at the base), and a weird train/dressing area/holding area

it didn’t make a great deal of sense.

to start with, the part i think was first, is that we were on a generic porch, it was like a boring wooden house with white paint and a low-set wooden verandah. i don’t think we ever went inside. i couldn’t tell you how it relates to the location of the other places, it’s confusing even though i was ‘there’ so to speak. there was a sparse, strange spray of grass under the porch and extending just beyond. it lead to the side, where the ground rose up into an open muddy tunnel type of location.

i was not alone, but at the time i think there was only two to three other young people there, mostly guys i think. we were being shuffled around by a woman, she was tall, pale, thin, dark hair and a deep purple dress; it was such a distinct look, and now it’s messy and muddled. maybe she had a headset, but i can’t recall clearly. she sometimes had a clipboard that morphed into an ipad style item, she was responsible for assigning us places and controlling whatever this thing was.

it was some sort of talent show, almost. but there were so many of us, everyone had numbers. they ruled everything, the numbers. your order, your items. mine was a higher number, meaning i was either towards the end or the middle. can’t recall if it was in the hundreds or thousands. it was a barcode we wore either on our skin or on a chip beneath it, not sure.

i know we were talking amongst ourselves; people and creatures are moving around us, some are other numbered, mostly the others are Adult!adults, who are carrying things or moving items about. It seemed important, perhaps related to the auditorium. We occasionally went to this outside auditorium, all those nice seats filling with human and other alike, fancy plush bootyholders in the middle of what was basically a muddy hillside. it was an odd juxtaposition, and yet it made total sense.

then we were back on the porch, and we were hungry. we talked it over. 

two of the boys wanted to explore, and they left; their absence lied about when the Woman came back, searching for us. I think she took us in numerical order. but she must have been getting others from alternate locations, because the gap between our numbers was significant in most cases. And it took her ages.

well, after waiting a while, watching, formulating a plan, i go to look for the missing, and for some food. the place is as large and white and devoid of life as that Infinite IKEA SCP game, the corridors huge and apparently sloping downwards, no shelves. it took some time, but somehow white shifted to grey, which grew deeper the further down you went. at a certain point, it shifted back again, and shelves seemed to rise from the floor, or perhaps you simply only noticed them the closer you got. they were not straight lines, but curvy, white, no harsh edges and the tops looked like the floor from above. they had food and clothes and all manner of items stacked on them, in them, and i think i had some but took more for the others. 

they missing ones weren’t in sight. 

the Woman in Purple was displeased to find me down there, apparently one of the moving creature workers had dobbed me in or something along that line. she took me to wait in the auditorium, up the back. waiting, waiting, waiting. 

then my number came up, and she ushered me to a sort of strange train car? it was definitely moving but we never got on a train. she walked me through one car, then the next, all of them full of dudes or male-identifying monsters. then at the very, very last carriage, girls and female-identifying monsters. it was bizarre.

the room was like half the size of all the others. it was like a nightmare in yellowy-tan architecture. there was an old, white bathtub crammed to one side and more than a few of the girls were sitting along the lip. by the door, two old looking dunnies, side by side with no doors or curtains bc who doesn’t wanna take a piss holding hands with your best buddy? there was maybe a mirror or cupboard opposite the tub. 

everyone was friendly, but only i was asking why the heck there were so many of us crammed in this tiny-ass space, when the train cars from before had like five dudes maximum to a carriage? others got annoyed, i think we eventually just left, several shrieking modesty-trying-to-protecting dudes later, we were at the auditorium again.

this time we’re dragged off again, and taken to a dressing room. which is open to the elements and not so much a room as a flat area of earth with large metal cylinders pressed against one another in different sizes/shapes/degree of function.

some were more open like a thick, metallic privacy partition, others were enclosed and more spherical, others were huge, some small, some steamed, some were silent but occupied. the Woman was there, she was saying something about how they were individual, meeting the needs of their numbered. they shifted into more elaborate scenes if you stared, like someone showering or someone using a mirror, or someone floating wide-eyed in green gelatinous liquid, or someone flossing their fangs with barbed wire, or someone being slowly spun around in a sphere full of lavender steam, etc.

you’d think there’d be dozens or thousands in this space, and you got that impression, but somehow despite the fact i was a member of a ragtag group of random numbered people, our numbered chambers/pods/whatever you called them... were pretty much close. i waved and tried to speak to a pod we passed bc one of the missing dudes was there, he was showering, but not with water. it was a sort of pinkypurple liquid that hissed and pitted the metal around him though the flesh that could be seen (upper torso, face, arms) was unharmed. he may not have been human.

he seemed cheerful, excited, pointed out a pod in the distance where the other guy was. so that tied up that random dream plothole nicely. they were still aliveish.

boys and girls are shuffled through the labyrinth of pods and sent into the appropriate one, then left, some start automatically, some seem to have technicians. there’s no reason for them other than the avowed purpose of ‘getting you ready’ with was not elaborated upon. 

mine was down the end of an aisle, large and sandwiched between already-occupied others. i know i was sent in, there was a few words i didn’t catch, the door was shut, and then darkness and an angry hiss... like something deflating. and then the next part that can be recalled is being all but dragged to the stage, limbs figuring out they existed again, to be queued behind others waiting their turn. someone is on stage, a magic act perhaps? i couldn’t see, just hear.

and then i woke up questioning what the everloving fuck any of this was.

[gidgetjbowden]

#Repost @tiffany_labelle with @make_repost ・・・ Central Park Stroll closeup… Artist’s new NYC scene featuring The Plaza Hotel… #centralpark #centralparknewyork #nyc #nycliving #newyork #springincentralpark #pinkypurple #tiffany_labelle @gidget_bowden_521gjb (previously @gjb215) — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/2COcapS