#marti

[martiandmichelle]

Unlike so many adult models, I adore having photographers take a few extra photos of me after (or before) photo sessions just to have some pictures I can share with you here on tumblr. There is just something so erotic about the free expression to you and to receive your appreciation in return, especially with your comments, reblogs, or submissions to my inbox, but also even with simple likes. Please keep it up and I'll keep posting!

#marti

[artbyanca]

Sfânta Marți, the one not happy to be here.

Marți(Tuesday) is the day that accumulated most of the negative energies in Romanian folklore, being embodied by a very capricious and usually mean spirited being with 9 different faces, both male and female depending on who sees her. It is said that the fabric of reality was woven on the first Tuesday, but unlike her elder sister Luni who blesses all beginnings in honor of the bit of creation done on her day, Marți curses all begnnings and endings on her day, seeing them as a vain attempt to rival God. So there's a long list of superstitions, what you should and shouldn't do to avoid her wrath: do not start a journey on a Tuesday, do not start weaving or plowing or any other long term work, leave the last stitch on a garment for another day, do not move in a new house, do not propose on this day etc, etc, etc. Marți also gained the cusre of the 3 ill hours which are random every Tuesday and bad things are prone to happen as a result of a murder being commited on her day-sometimes the first murder, other times just a really bad one(Craliu Marcu killing his son Gruicea to take his bride; Stefanita killing his foster father Luca Arbore in anger etc). But it's not all bad, as when spring comes she takes on her kindest face as Mărțișor and is willing to hand out luck and blessings if you wear the red and white string.

#marti #sfanta marti #romanisme #romanian mythlogy #romanian folklore #folklore #myth #mythology #pen and ink #illustration #art #artists on tumblr

[theunofficialpetsanctuary]

My sleeping companions tonight

#cats #pets #petblr #dogs #cute animals #ginger cat #calico cat #Marti #Cutie #Ginseng

[hkm21]

#Florya #İstanbul #güneş #hava #deniz #manzara #marti #huzur #doğa

[papercutsmp3]

ALSO number 5 to 10 !! im curious what your top ten is eheh

hi best frand activities <3 (these are all 10)

#ask #marti

[girlwithshipsshitshow]

Enemies to lovers is a good troupe but what about love at first sight to make your breath stop that’s a whole different story.

#elu #marti #sobbe #evak #jevon #skam france #skam germany #skam #skam dutch #chucky

[ribfish33]

#Marti #community label: mature

[quercusrobur]

aleksssss i am desperately late but happy birthday !!! i hope you had a good sunday and that you are now sleeping well and having good dreams 🩷 i hope tomorrow will bring a lovely spring and a kind warm cozy new year for you !!! love you, thank you for being a lovely presence in my lifee 🩷🦋🍓🥕🐞🩷

hi Marti 🩷 ily ily ily thank you for the wishes I desperately want everything you wrote to become real!! hope you had a good evening tomorrow and thank you once again love 💕

#ask #marti

[catchmewjsn]

18 and 20 for the songs ask !! 🩷

om Marti I don't wanna be lackluster with these but ily for asking things ❤️❤️

For 18 it will be baby baby baby by tlc 💀 I forgot whats from '92 and I don't want to say I will always love you or something lmao

For 20 I'm going to be the worst predictable person and say duvet by bôa and this is personal 🙃 (tbh it's so hard I don't know what song to say here I'm sure I have 20 pl songs for this but can't remember a single one now I'm so sad)

#marti #ask

[lara-bauer]

MICHAN ♡MARTI ♡SINCHI #116

MARTI - Ryan Outfit @mainstore 

MICHAN - Jolie Lashes  @Santa Inc

SINCHI - GRL Combo Party @mainstore 

https://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Dolls/152/124/27?fbclid=IwAR2AxeQUp-SlyV-4MO59txWUrWowLFn3pUSQm9b5Ntrj3YaUB9cfYXEtA9o

https://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Luna%20Isle/139/127/22?fbclid=IwAR1RfhrA8PnJJrq2ayn4Z5g14Ft1timGkMb2oXR70tkEK6UtqqSGF_aZo8s

http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Angelic%20Place/130/245/23

https://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/River%20Oaks/186/195/1501

#SL #sexy #SecondLife #slfashion #virtualsl #blogger #marti #michan #sinchi

[little-forget-me-not]

Martivirhlar the clanless heretic

Name: Martivir (peace) hlar (roar) aka "Marti"

Class: Bardbarian

White ESFP dragonborn who's in his mid-30s, spent his life kinda suppressed by his family (lmao once again a character who is very different from their family to the point where they have to leave to find a place). He's more peace-and-music-loving, jolly and spontaneous/adventurous. Meanwhile his clan is more ambitious/solemn/vicious (power!) etc. He couldn't leave on his own because he would be branded a traitor and they would hunt him down to kill him. So he basically waited it out until they banished him and he could go free.

So he's kinda happy to wander the world and experience life to its fullest, making merry and making up for his lost childhood years. His clan heritage lives on in him still though, because he's really strong and good at brawling (and killing I guess). Until he got sucked up by a mindflayer ship.

He's reckless and spontaneous, jumping headfirst into everything before considering if it's a good idea or not (Barbarian fits him lol). He likes making merry, gambling, drinking, music. He's extremely curious and loves knowing secrets and seeking entertainment. He can't help but pry open a cursed book that is clearly dripping with evil. He can be impatient and aggressive, though he tries to curb his learned nature. He does love to brawl, and he does enjoy fighting. His clan left him with a warped understanding of peace though. Beating someone unconscious is considered peaceful when the alternative would be brutal dismemberment.

He has a restless sort of soul, always seeking and searching...but for what, he does not know. Like most dragonborns who tend to have one specific thing they care very much about and they will strive for excellence and mastery over it, Marti has it too...his charge, his purpose. I'm not sure what that is for him yet. Maybe music? He started learning it once he left.

For the most part, he's bold and brash, charming and a little superficial on the surface, but he's also compassionate, certainly much more than his clan and can be gentle when he needs to be. Not necessarily morally "good", but he certainly has a big heart.

---

He's travelling with a human monk (first named Punch > Torchman > Torvik > Torvin) who has a single-minded, overzealous obsession with becoming the next successor of his monastery. He's quite a bland man with a rigid sense of what is right and wrong/good or bad (Mero says he has yet to "unbland" himself hahahaha). He revels in harsh and intense training to steel his core and purify his chi (so yes having sex with lae'zel is also "training", sure). His favourite weapon of choice is the torch. Two torches actually. He lights up the dark running around with 2 flaming torches like an olympic runner. To fulfill his role as successor, he has to venture the outside world, assist those in need with what is taught to him, and learn what it means to be a true successor. Before he is also caught by a mindflayer ship lol.

Together, they are travelling to find a cure so that they don't die.

(we both had 1hp left and we were like let's punch each other and see who goes down first and in sync both our punches landed simultaneously and we both collapsed at the same time into such beautiful positions poetic..)

#rei plays bg3 #bg3 #marti #martivirhlar #dragonborn #torvin #gonna change his subclass to 'wild magic barbarian' because i need more chaos

[annikavelde]

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.:ANATOMY:. Head: LeLutka - Avalon Body: Legacy - Classic Hair: Tram - F1124 

.:CLOTHING:. Jacket: TETRA - Tokyo Puffer Jacket Dress: MARTI - Iris Dress Stockings: MAZE - Soft Thighs and Stockings Shoes: Violent Seduction - Ares Boots *NEW* @ The Fifty 

.:SCENE:. Background: Tropix - Night Backstreet Pose: FOXCITY - Night Owl

#lelutka #legacy #tram #tetra #marti #maze #violentseduction #tropix #foxcity #thefifty #sl #slblog #slblogger #secondlife #secondlifeblog #secondlifeblogger

[infectedpaul]

ava voice: my son has yet to smile at a girl,

#dex says things #creeped out #marti #ava #doodles

[papercutsmp3]

alina tbz album on our birthday?????????? why is snagy trying to steal our day

👣 i still haven't listened to lip gloss it's all to make me feel shame and remorse... male manipulation tactics

#no but chcydybk i hope it's a good album 🤓 #marti #ask

[sportsoracle]

For more sports content like this follow oraclesportsnetwork on Instagram!

#giphyupload #baseball #mlb #clap #playoffs #astros #world series #mlb world series #go astros #marti

[greenthey]

Ibises in trees, helping me leave

💛

Marti help me

Rise out of my coffee like a spoon

Sit across from me in this diner

Confident in your yellow turtleneck

Trying to direct my traffic

"You're going to get your clothes together"

After I eat eggs & jalapeños

And try to shore up my power

Ingy help me

"You still have to leave"

Even though my wife is crying at home and saying "I trusted you, I trusted you"

I trusted me too

I acted confident

And sometimes I was

But I was a whole different person

She's dead now

The part that wanted so desperately to be married, and "settled down"

White picket fence queer

Because that felt like safety

Until the house fell apart

On the day of our wedding I looked into the cloudy sky and thought "maybe not"

But then the sun came out and I did it anyway

In uncomfortable shoes

While worrying about how much fun the guests were having

And whether my vows were the right amount of funny vs tender

I remember every one

Though I don't remember yours

It's my own doing, my "fault"

That the relationship was all about your needs

Because I didn't know how to exist

And I didn't know what it meant

That kind of commitment

Because I didn't value my own life

Now your energy is a nest of live wires

Trying to electrify what I won't give you

Unsafe

And I value my life now

More than yours, which I thought I could save

Ingy found herself unsafe too

Because she wanted to be the hero

💙

You told me once

There was a baby boy lying in his own shit in a crib

An addict birth mother, leaving the picture

And a two-spirit second parent who seduced you into the dream

"Let's run away to Arizona"

"We'll raise him together"

Until your partner became jealous

Of the kindness with which you treated waiters

The light always shining out of you

Even when you were drunk and high

You were good, you were so good

You were too good for this world

You stayed too long because there was a helpless baby boy

(I know you loved him more than your lover)

Until the boy was 10, and you couldn't take the hits anymore

You did the best you could, dear one

I hope you have let go of the guilt

Tho I see it still embroidering your blue robe on the other side

Orange and red

Maybe the color is what made your life interesting

I know you still watch over my cousin, tho he is a heinous Republican

Who doesn't believe gays should raise children

Because his own parents fucked up so bad

Manic Monday blasts from the diner radio

I wonder if you to listened to that, on your way back to Ohio

To dry out again at your parents' house

Ashamed of the highs you chased in the desert

Until the lows found you again

🎵 And I can't stop this feeling anymore

I forgot what I started fighting for 🎵

What gave you the strength to leave?

Despite the guilt

Over the child you had no right to protect

Who would spend the next 8 years without a stable adult

How did you save yourself?

"I just had to"

I imagine you

Waking up to sunlight through the windowshade

And maybe just knowing, like I know

"It's time"

Throwing some shit in a bag

Temperance with a coffee cup in one hand,

Pouring the rest of the tequila down the sink with the other

Maybe you left a note because you couldn't face your lover-turned-captor

"I'm sorry, I just have to go"

Maybe you realized your presence couldn't save the boy

Because the fights between his parents were so bad, it became unsafe

Breaking dishes

(Dishes breaking in my own home at the same time)

All of us isolated

World-changers and cycle-breakers

Still on the underside of the wheel

Others envy our light

That shines even through our water and clouds

I want to awaken my blazing sun

And use it without apology

Though all my life I was told to hide it

To make others more comfortable in the dark holes they chose

🎵 Do you really want to hurt me?

Do you really want to make me cry? 🎶

A narcissistic chorus

We are not responsible for the emotions of others

I think you know that now

Tho the first couple years after your death, I felt your spirit as a busybody 😂

Trying to tell me what to do

You still fly over as the hawk

The right amount of attached / detached

For you know my power needs to breathe too

And the complete lack of control we have over others

Let their emotions swell like seas

As my wife must cry new rivers

To take her own boat where it needs to go

Her own spirit guide is with me today

Hawk-nosed woman in a red corset and kerchief

For some reason she is protecting me

More than her charge

"You need to get out"

I know

Protect me

🎶 There's got to be something better than in the middle 🎵

🩷

Walking home, great aunt Kathy beside me

"Sometimes you just have to"

One of her husbands twisted her arm behind her back until the bone snapped

Part of my light is remembering these dark stories

So I can bring them out into the sun & show the world

"Look what you did, look what you did"

"Look what I did too"

Death doula

Because the way we let shame die is to lay it bare

❤️

The guides wait patiently for me to pack my shit

Angels filling my house, keeping my wife's red demons on the ground floor

Which I unfortunately have to walk thru repeatedly

My red dragon breathes in my throat

Trying to melt the ice freezing me to the bed

I am obsessed with timing

Afraid of fucking this up more than it already is, why??

Being red means offending people

Because I need to attend to my own needs first

And I NEED to get out of here

(Unsafe) the child selves are hiding under the covers

The angels wait patiently in the doorframes

The adult throws clothes indiscriminately in trash bags

Everything I don't need immediately, cuz I'm still going to sleep here tonight

Another red spirit protects me, I think

Hands make a rectangle

Holding space

Thank you

🚗🚗🚗

The camper is tight

Everything in it is brown

And smells slightly of mold

But the good kind-- grandma's house

I make a temporary altar on the dining table

To lay out the few crystals I took with me

Clear quartz

Onyx

Carnelian

Tiger's Eye

Aventurine

Bloodstone

Citrine

Chrysoprase

A light blue stone with a hole in it that looks like the ocean (calcite?)

Light yellow worry beads from Italy (also calcite?)

Red jasper llama

Aventurine rabbit

Blue sodalite frog

I forgot the serpentine-- I'm gonna take that one

And one of my aunt's amethysts if I can find them

And the white howlite wolf that still guards my side of the altar

I am struggling not to feel guilty for vacating

It is too easy

Because almost all my shit was already stuffed in one room

The shared spaces were all about her

And the shared spaces in our minds and conversations

I don't understand

Why she doesn't understand

That she was in love with a lack of me

Missing the emotional servant, the attendant

I told you, she is dead

I hope

🍵☕🏆

I want to only share cups

With people who listen back

Who remember things about me

And like me for more than how I make them feel

I know you did, once

I erased myself, slowly, over the course of 10 years

Because I thought that was devotion

It was subjugation

I wish you had noticed

I wish I had noticed

Our second time meeting at the coffee shop

That the way you looked at me

Wasn't quite right

I did notice

I wrote a song called "You're Not the One for Me"

The songs are usually usually right

But then I let myself become possessed

❤️

I don't know how to take the fourth cup

Because I thought stability was this

Self-sacrificing

All my hours to a company that does not respect me

All my affection to a partner who doesn't give it back

I thought if I was good

The world would be good to me

I bowed

Instead of sitting on my throne

I chased sparks

Instead of tending my hearth

How do I take the fourth cup?

When I don't even know what it is?

Patience

❤️

One more day of moving

My spurned wife's own guide bids me to get up, get up

Finish packing and cleaning and get out of here

My card of the day is 9 of Swords

This is a literal nightmare

I am frozen

I bid the red dragon to breathe anger and self-possession from my throat

If I have to hurt her to exist

Then that is the way of things

💙

Cerridwen bids me to honor the pool

And let it be deep

When she cries -- stop trying to explain with logic

Only say "I know it hurts"

"I know"

It is the emotional midbrain that needs to be held

Though I couldn't hold her

Though I deerly wished I could, as a friend

I could not give her false hope

💜

I stomp grapes to kill demons

And I stomp grapes for love

Hers and mine

Not just romantic-- expansive

I wish love did not have to die

And could just keep going forever and ever

I cried to Lava Mother

She offered a piece of her bark

But when I pulled it up there were two black beetles beneath it

I let them be

(Void magick)

💚❤️💙

I repotted two devotional plants

I hope they live

The one, I found taking over an abandoned lot, so probably 😂

(It said "pull me if you want me to come" 😂)

The other is a baby of a baby of a spider plant we once had

From my wife's grandmother

It died but not until after we had given offshoots to all our family members

My cousin gave me one back

It's already grown twice its size

Spider plants are hard to kill

Until they just die, for whatever reason

When they run out of nutrients

Or just decide it's time

🚙

Now I lay in the camper (trailer emoji when?)

Which moves slightly in the wind, honestly kinda fun

Tho something on the outside is RATTLING and driving me NUTS

I bet when it rains, you can hear it on the tin roof

And theres a vent over the bed that opens all the way up to the sky

It is both so big that I can't imagine towing it anywhere

And so small that I can't imagine cooking in here

I've never used a gas stove

I must learn to do a lot of things

It feels easier when I can see blue sky through the ceiling

#my poetry #op #divorce chronicles #marti #ingy #kathy