#pinkmama

[oya-lamaca]

Sizin ne vardı canım? 🥂 . . . . . . . #saturdaynightfever #me #happy #serenity #saturday #black #cumartesi #pinkmama #look #looktheday #olddecor #şubat #february #winter #pazar #istanbul #turkey #goodnight #night #tonight #friends #joy (Istanbul, Turkey) https://www.instagram.com/p/B84xVoqHgSv/?igshid=o02s08qgw1wi

[geceleri-bana-sor-blog]

[oya-lamaca]

Sizin ne vardı canım? 🥂 . . . . . . . #saturdaynightfever #me #happy #serenity #saturday #black #cumartesi #pinkmama #look #looktheday #olddecor #şubat #february #winter #pazar #istanbul #turkey #goodnight #night #tonight #friends #joy (Istanbul, Turkey) https://www.instagram.com/p/B84xVoqHgSv/?igshid=88tauwgp6ucq

[saltandoil]

breath~

[charlesedwardoff]

When people ask me one of my favorite thing to do is... EAT! obviously at #PinkMama this pic was took by @martinoromain but I was looking forward to eat some good food you know I'm saying.. and watching secretly at the same time this wonderful view of Pigalle from 4 floor up. (at Pink Mamma)

[spazmonkeydb]

Tagged by: cassyswinchestergospel

Rule 1: Always post the rules

Rule 2: Answer the questions the person who tagged you has written and write 11 new ones

Rule 3: Tag 11 new people and link them to your post

Rule 4: Let them know that you’ve tagged them

Rule 5: Tag me back so I can see your answers

1. what is your OT3? if you don’t have one, which would you settle for? I like the idea of Stiles and Derek taking care of  Isaac. Romantically: Scott/Allison/Isaac. 

2. share a personal ghost or UFO story! if you don’t have one, can you share a friends? I really don't think I know anyone with a ghost or UFO story....

3. describe your dream cake (whether you like cake or not): God, I have no idea. All I can think of is a Ice Cream Cake from Dairy Queen. Chocolate and vanilla ice cream and the chocolate cookie stuff.

4. first celebrity crush? Vin Diesel probably. 

5. list everything you’re wearing right now: pink patterned shirt, grey bra, purple snow flake shirt, white capris, glasses, and my blue and grey watch. 

6. recommend a movie and a TV show to me: Perception and Hitman.

7. city or countryside? City

8. if you could share a train compartment with 2 people, dead or alive, who would you pick? It's a three way tie. Chris Evans and Chris Hemsworth, Chris Hemsworth and Tom Hiddleston, or Robert Downey Jr. and Mark Rufalo. 

9. would you audition for a reality TV show? Never

10. name the last book you read: Book I finished: Whispering Rock by Robyn Carr. Last I read from: Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist. 

11. what do you think of tumblr? I really like it. 

My Questions:  1. Favorite breakfast food: 2. Food you crave at midnight: 3. Last book you read that you really enjoyed: 4. Do you read fanfiction or write it? 5. Worst film you've seen to date: 6. What is the messiest room in your house/apartment? 7. What fandom/ship has taken over your life? 8. Preferred Internet browser:  9. Do you rp? 10. CDs or MP3s? 11. Small, manageable DVD collection or are running out of space? 

incubigirl queen-aucella thefirstmrshummel thebeatmyheartskippedd pink-mama indesperateneedofatimemachine hackedmotionsensors dollophale under-base derekstilinski nblivingdeadgirl

[mspunkopera]

pink-mama replied to your photo: Today is my 21st birthday. This is what I woke up...

Bar hoping tonight?

Nope, gonna save that for the weekend, although I want to go out and get a margarita tonight because I'm dying to try one. 

[mspunkopera]

Mspunopera/Pink.Mama roleplay

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Between the mighty Deryth and Ygraine rivers Loki stumbled upon a girl. He did not have Thor’s sense of honor about fair maidens and the need to rescue them and had made up his mind to walk past her. The hour was late and he was exhausted from his training. The fate of the unconscious woman will be left to the magic of this place but just steps past her Loki came to a halt and his head turned. He studies the blonde woman and turns and walks back to where she laid.

 He had almost over looked it, his sharp and witty mind had almost completely overlooked the obvious due to his eagerness for the warmth of his quarters and a full stomach. He knelt, more curious than cautious and turned her over. He reached down lifting her jacket and tracing his thumb over the material.

 Her garments were peculiar; he had never seen anything like it in Asgard. The villages outside the Royal Kingdom were capable of such skills.  His hand hovered over his mouth, warm breath greeted him. She was still part of this world. He sighed heavily, slightly annoyed.              

He reached beneath her and lifted her against his breast and stood. She was likely not worth the effort but he was curious about her weapon. It was small and made of metal. It did not belong to this realm and likely neither did she. Perhaps there were more than one way between the realms than the rainbow bridge and if that was the case than such knowledge could make someone very powerful indeed.  He would take her to the cabin, built by Asgardians long ago giving refugee for kinsman that are forced to take this dangerous route.  When she wakes he would have many questions for her.

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Eli slowly came back to herself, the sounds of a fire crackling somewhere in the room both confusing and yet comforting. She blinked slowly, letting her eyes adjust to the dim light of the cabin, her nose filled with the smell of burning wood. By the fire she made out the silhouette of a man, the firelight playing over dark hair, pale skin, angular features. She sat up silently and took stock of her body, noting only minor aches and bruising and a mild throbbing behind her eyes. She felt for her pistol and froze: her gun was nowhere to be found. While it didn't leave her powerless--in fact, it was the least dangerous thing about her--she preferred using it to her special 'talent'. 

Eli stood, glad that the rest of her belongings seemed to be where they had been before the portal had sucked her through, and strolled slowly over to the man by the fire. A hundred questions filled her mind, but she couldn't think of a tactful way to begin.

"Who are you?" She asked finally, throwing tact out the window. "And where am I?"