#coerci

[greasebloke]

so that new Jojo huh. what a guy.

#jjba #jjba fanart #jjba pt 5 #jjba pt 9 #my art #coerci #jodio #giorno giovanna

[saywhat-politics]

The National Domestic Violence Hotline has reported a 100% increase in reproductive coercion reports.

Reproductive coercion includes abusive behavior like hiding birth control or sabotaging contraception.

The hotline has also reported its highest volume of daily calls since its founding in 1996.

When the Supreme Court issued its decision on Dobbs v. Jackson last year, it put an end to federally legalized abortion. Experts across the nation warned the decision would put the physical and mental health of millions of people in jeopardy.

Now, the consequences are becoming more clear.

Since the Supreme Court decision, the National Domestic Violence Hotline has seen a 100% increase in calls about reproductive coercion, a form of domestic violence in which an abuser attempts to control their partner's body and reproductive agency, according to PBS News Hour.

Reproductive coercion includes things like hiding a partner's birth control or sabotaging their contraception, PBS reported.

#u.s. supreme court #dobbs v jackson

[whiskeyskin]

Virgin Blood

Astarion x fTav • E/M rating • 18+ • Act 1

1.4k words

Smut, porn without plot, kissing, fingering, bloodplay, virign reader, Astarion being a kind and gentle boy, unsure/reassurance

Premise: Tav is sheltered royalty (based of one of my MANY Tav's romancing Astarion) taking the leap with our boyy at the Tiefling Party.

This has been lingering in my drafts for so long; it needs to be posted. Drabbled many, never posted.. so please enjoy my inaugural tumblr smut - how fitting that Astarion's my first.

A/N Tried to write this like the Narrator is reading it to you.. anyone else able to hear the person's voice in their head? It's wild that some of y'all can't 👀 please let me know if I've missed any tags/warnings 💜🍆

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With Vampiric, Elven fluidity, he hooks his leg under her own, parting her sensitive flesh to the night air. She bites her lip and begins to tremble, not just against chill of the night air but with the finality of her decision.

Tav's brow twitches and draws together, as a thousand thoughts swarm her mind, each new concern layered upon the other. A cacophony of voices buzz in her brain, painfully rising with every inch his hand moved towards her delicate, unplucked garden.

"Astarion?" Tav breathes shakily, trying and failing to rid her voice of worry.

"Yes, love?" He lilts softly as he gazes upon her naked and vulnerable form in the silvery moonlight.

Unsure of which question screams loudest in her head, Tav wills her bottom lip not to tremble.

"Will it hurt?" She whispers, failing miserably at keeping her eyes from filling.

His expression tenses, then relaxes as he cocks his head to the side, "Yes.. but only for a moment." He assures her, his eyes full of understanding.

Tav swallows and lets out a tight breath, both appreciating and hating his honesty.

"Your body will resist the intrution at first," he explains, bringing his hand from her inner thigh and raising it to cup her cheek, "your Hymen is there to protect you but gives up quite easily when coercied, especially by one as talented as me." His smile curls into a confident smirk, then it falls.

"There may be blood." He says matter of factly, Tav's eyes widen with fear, "not always, but it's a possibility," he rakes his fingertips against the roots of her hair, pushing it back and away from her face, sending small jolts of electricity through her scalp, "the losing of one's virginity isn't quite as fun for a woman."

He thumbs the worry lines that tighten at her brow till she wills them to ease under his cool touch. Tav grants him and herself a small smile.

"But I promise you," he begins, trailing his delicate hands down across her body, "Faithfully," his thumb catching her bottom lip, gently parting them, "That I shall make this as painless," his splayed palm glides down her sternum, playfully grazing the inner slope of her breasts, "and pleasurable as possible."

His touch ends just above her public bone. Her breath hitches as her body arches subconsciously to his touch. He props himself up on one elbow and presses a kiss to her lips.

"Do you trust me?" He asks, staring wholly into her soul with his piercing red eyes.

What breath is left in her lungs releases as she nods, "Yes."

Astarion smiles, then snakes his head into the crook her of neck, inhaling deeply. Tav tilts her head to grant him access out of pure instinct. He groans sensuously, the sound and feeling sending shudders of excitement through her.

"You smell amazing. Ever since I tasted your blood, you've taken over.. over every thought and fantasy my new freedom now allows," his graceful hand caresses over her mound, peering deeper and parting her embarrassingly slick folds.

Tav's nipples harden painfully as pleasure ripples through her body and shakes a gasp free from her throat.

Astarion's breath gives out slightly and she feels it against her taut neck but he recovers from his lapse of composure with finesse, his fingers expertly exploring the wetness between her legs.

"I'm going to thoroughly enjoy this." He groans into her ear.

Tav's hips twitch and buck of their own volition as Astarion gets to work, lavishing his attentions on her sweet and sensitive rosebud. The noise in her head falling away, the worries of the consequences of her actions this evening no longer causing her alarm.

"Do you like that, my darling?" He asks, his cheek pressed against her jawbone.

Tav nods, unable to form words. She's never experienced anything like this before. She's touched herself in the darkness of her chambers once the castle has gone to sleep but nothing in her nocturnal exploration of herself has ever come close to this.

His middle fingers coaxing her entrance in broad languid strokes, as his thumb flits over her clit in exquisite rhythm. His other hand softly tracing lines over her face and hairline, soothing her.

"Tell me." He whispers against the flesh of her neck.

She manages some garbled nonsense spliced with her moans as the pressure between her thighs builds.

A sweet, torturous ecstasy starts to fill her senses, seeping into every mental wound and insecurity she's been plagued with during her short human life.

Every empty word from her father, every cruel interaction with her step-mother, every royal duty, every expectation, every moment of her life planned down to the minute.

This wasn't the plan, this wasn't supposed to be the way she gave herself to someone. It wasn't her wedding night, it wasn't to some far off Prince, it wasn't to produce an heir.

It was.. freeing. It was.. for pleasure. It was.. dirty and erotic. It was..

"Tell me." He whispers against her, earnest this time, his breathing picking up speed too, as her orgasm quickly towered over the two of them.

"Yes, Astarion. It feels.. please.. Mm.. I.. can't.. I-," she tries to form words but struggles with clear thoughts. Her orgasm consuming her now, pulling her under and taking her over.

"Don't fight it, love. You want to come, you want to let go. Tell me how much you want to cum for me." He whispers against her, teeth grazing.

Tav tries to voice how wonderful she feels to him, how incredible he is and how much she wants this but a scream of pleasure dies in her throat as she comes hard around just the tips of his fingers.

"Ahhh.. ahhhh.. Astarion!" She finally manages as she falls apart in his embrace. Her hand shoots to the back of his head, grasping a handful of his hair, while other grips onto the forearm of the hand feeding her this pleasure, willing more of it.

She feels it slip deeper inside her, stroking her and fanning the flames of her orgasm higher. A jolt of pain shocks her and she cries out but it only adds to the ecstasy she feels as a second intense wave tears through her from deeper within. Astarion humphs out a strangled moan as his body holds her close, riding her orgasm like a lighthouse through a storm.

Writhing and jerking like a possessed beast, making sounds of pure abandon she has only ever heard from secret lovers in the royal gardens after dark. She gladly endures the powerful torrent of her climax, with Astarion to guide her, until her body is spent and exhausted on the forest floor.

There they lie in silence for a few moments, only the noise of their ragged breathing and the gentle sound of wind through the trees.

After several stunned moments, she feels Astarion's fingers slowly peel from inside her, the sensation strange and unfamiliar.

Tav finally blinks her eyes back into focus to see Astarion's fingers and palm coated in glossy, red blood.

Immediately feeling hideously embarrassed, she looks to him to apologise but pauses at the hunger in his eyes. His jaw locked tight as he bites together, keeping himself contained.

"Are-are you alright?" Tav asks uncertainly.

He doesn't answer, he simply stares at his bloodied hand, the muscles of his jaw flexing.

"I've.. I've seen this hundreds of times; the last blood of a Virgin but I've never been able to.. taste it." He swallows leaving his mouth agape. His eyes transfixed hungrily on his coated fingers, "Cazador would never let me experience it."

Tav looks on as the viscose mixture of her pain and pleasure slowly trails down his fingers, to dance across the back of his hand and pool in the crux of his palm.

A hot tumble starts in the pit of her aching belly and flushes up to the heady whirl of her brain. The way he looks so hungrily at the juices of her inner most part has her throat suddenly dry.

He's spoken of tasting her, her blood, but never like this.

Feeling bolstered from her sexual escapade Tav bites her lip and croons, "Cazador's not here. You're free to do whatever you'd like."

Astarion looks at her and his gaze pins her in place. Dark, hungry, wild eyes greet her. Sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight, begging to taste her.

"You're absolutely right," he smirks and flourishes his hand to his mouth, taking a pause to glance back at her, tilting his head and gesturing his fingers, "To your good health."

***

#astarion #bg3 astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion smut #bg3 smut #first post #smut #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion x you #astarion x female reader

[allthecanadianpolitics]

Earlier this month, Norwich passed a controversial bylaw banning non-civic flags, including Pride and Progress banners, from being flown on municipal property. The town has since devolved into a culture war between the town’s religious and secular sects. Pride flags flying from private homes are routinely stolen. Town Facebook pages for and against LGBTQ2 rights are filled with slurs and bigotry. Rainbow chalk drawings and posters mysteriously appear about town in solidarity with the gay community, only to be angrily ripped down and scrubbed away.

While anecdotes of businesses being visited by church elders with threats of boycott unless they close on Sundays are numerous, hearsay and rumours abound. It’s difficult to know if NRC’s perceived power over Norwich is a matter of urban legend, subtle suasion or something more nefarious.

#submission #canpoli #ontario

[venetianeli]

Pitosto che perdar na tradision, ze' meio brusar un paese,, questo sentivo dire a casa mi quando ero piccino.

Stasera son nda " a BATTAR MARZO.

Iera anca un fià fresco, ma ne è valuta la pena; ne vale sempre la pena portar avanti le tradizioni dei nostri veci, dei nostri genitori.

Un popolo che non mantiene vive le proprie tradizioni, le proprie storie, le proprie radici,,, è destinato a scomparire...

Ringraziando chi mi ha aperto la porta di casa, per condividere un paio di chiacchere, e assaporare assieme un goccio.

Grazie a tutti.

BATI MARSO

“Bati, bati Marso,

che’l mato va descalso

cavàeo no morire

che l’erba butarà.”

Un tempo i rustici che vivevano tra le vie centuriate, erano convinti che il “Sapere” fosse stato tramandato ai loro antenati direttamente dagli dei e quindi ogni passo in avanti, per un villico, era la perdita di un frammento dell’antica “Conoscenza”. Per tale ragione nell’Ottocento i contadini compivano le stesse azioni dei loro avi congelando il mondo rurale per millenni. Tuttavia anche se il secolo appena trascorso ha visto eclissarsi molte delle nostre antiche tradizioni, a cavallo tra il mese di febbraio e quello di marzo si può sentite il familiare “bacan del batti marso”. Una remota pratica che consisteva nel gironzolare per le strade battendo su pentole, barattoli, bidoni e qualsiasi altro strumento casalingo inventato per l’occasione.

Lo scopo era di far scappar via l’inverno e risvegliare gli spiriti della terra, propiziare e incoraggiare la rinascita della natura; un auspicio per l’arrivo della PRIMAVERA!

CAO DE L’ANO E BATI MARSO:

CAPODANNO VENETO:

I festeggiamenti per il primo giorno dell’anno (cao de l’ano) erano una festività riconosciuta dalla Serenissima Repubblica di Venezia. Secondo la tradizione nei giorni che precedono o seguono il primo marzo, la gente usciva nelle strade con pentole, coperchi e altri strumenti musicali fatti in casa battendoli e facendo una gran confusione. Questo era il modo per scacciare il freddo dell’inverno e propiziare l’arrivo della bella stagione: da qui il nome di Bati Marso.

In alcuni casi questa usanza si è tramandata nei secoli ed è arrivata fino ai giorni nostri. In alcune parti del Veneto si usa ancora pronunciare questa filastrocca

Vegnì fora zente, vegnì

vegnì in strada a far casoto,

a bàtare Marso co coerci, tece e pignate!

A la Natura dovemo farghe corajo, sigando e cantando,

par svejar fora i spiriti de la tera!

Vegnì fora tuti bei e bruti.

Bati, bati Marso che ‘l mato va descalso,

femo casoto fin che riva sera

e ciamemo co forsa ea Primavera.

Vegnì fora zente, vegnì fora!. . . .

Fino al 1797, anno dell’invasione napoleonica, il Capodanno in Veneto si festeggiava il 1° marzo, in linea con una tradizione molto più antica del calendario gregoriano, ovvero quella romana, più vicina al ciclo lunare e con dieci mesi anziché dodici.

Il termine ‘more veneto’ (=secondo l’uso veneto, a modo veneto), che veniva abbreviato in m.v. accanto alla data utilizzata nei documenti e nelle annotazioni, indicava proprio il diverso uso secondo lo stile più diffuso dell’epoca, che era, appunto, l’attuale gregoriano, introdotto nel VI secolo da papa Gregorio Magno.

L’usanza di origini molto antiche, secondo tale sistema faceva coincidere i mesi di settembre, ottobre, novembre e dicembre effettivamente con il settimo, l’ottavo, il nono e il decimo mese dell’anno, come indicato dal nome.

L’uso di collocare l’inizio dell’anno in corrispondenza con l’inizio della bella stagione, del risveglio naturale della vita in primavera, era una pratica arcaica alquanto diffusa, che possiamo tuttora trovare anche nel calendario cinese.

Testimonianze odierne dell’antica tradizione del capodanno veneto si hanno ancora in alcune zone della pedemontana berica, dell’altopiano di Asiago e in varie feste locali del Trevigiano, del Padovano e del Bassanese, dove è celebrata come l’usanza del Bruza Marzo, del Bati Marzo o del ciamàr Marzo, simboleggiante il risveglio della nuova stagione.

BATI MARSO

"A l'epoca de ła Serenìsima Republica, el Cao de ano, invesse che al 1° de genaro come previsto dal całendario giulian e dopo da queło gregorian, el cascava el 1° de marso. Sta tradission par che ła vegna da l'antico całendario che doparava i Romani prima de Giulio Cesare, che el faxéa scominsiar l'ano dal méxe de marso (e difati in sta maniera i mesi de setenbre, otobre, novenbre e diçenbre i vien a èsar efetivamente i méxi numaro sete, oto, nove e diexe come dixe el nome). Par no far confuxion, i Veneti de na òlta in parte a ła data i ghe scrivéa more veneto, cioè leteralmente "a ła maniera Veneta". Donca, ła data, metemo, del "14 febraro 1703" a Venessia ła deventava "14 febraro 1702 more veneto", parché el febraro l'era efetivamente l'ultimo méxe de l'ano vecio, e el 1703 el scominsiava soło in marso".

Ła festa del Bati Marso ła se svolgéa apunto in tei ultimi jorni de l'ano, e ła prevedéa de 'ndar in giro par łe strade batendo su cuèrciołi, pignate e altri strumenti muxicałi "fati in caxa" faxendo un gran bordèło, con l'intento de far scampar via l'inverno e el fredo e propiziarse l'arivo de ła beła stajon, par poder scuminsiar i laori 'gricołi."

L. Tosatto

[supranatra]

Kinda unnecessary text post but this is mainly for quick glancers :)

Hi! Im whatever name you want to call me!

I like weird stuff so I draw weird stuff sometimes, but not all the time.

I use Clip Studio on both Ipad and PC, i change brushes a lot so if you’re ever curious, send me the post i used the brush you’re interested in on, and ill hand it over. Most of them are brushes i made anyway.

|——> if you want to see my old art from before 2020 (i took a break between then and now), you can go here: @greasebloke (JJBA, P2/5, DBH, as well ocs + other things from my teenage years) art tag is #coerci

|——-> user-boxes + edits: @obscure-bullshit-emporium

If you think im funny or suck or am stupid (or, if ive got a misinterpretation on a post) you can let me know here: @behaverse , asks + messages always open :)

If you have a request, go ahead and send it. Im totally monogamous so I will not bite unless im hungry.

If you want to read my fanfiction, go here: [leftleg]

If you want to read/continue my abandoned stuff, go here: [gunsel]

|———> I mean it, btw, if you see a fic there that you think you can make better or finish, please be my guest! Art is meant to be shared and improved on (with permission, of course. This is my permission) and I would love to see what people can do with them! Really make it your own! Just let me know, and I’ll definitely read it!

If you want to talk to me on discord, ask and I’ll hand it over lol .

#stratatata #text post #introductory post #ao3 links

[liberty1776]

#Education #Unschooling

[jojobegood1]

3 questions à Catherine Collignon sur l'interdiction des colliers coerci...

🇨🇵⚠️💘😈 À ÉRADIQUER DÉFINITIVEMENT SVP

#Youtube

[superurmet1]

EEUU y Taiwán acuerdan negociaciones comerciales ante la creciente "coerción" de China https://www.france24.com/es/minuto-a-minuto/20220818-eeuu-y-taiw%C3%A1n-acuerdan-negociaciones-comerciales-ante-la-creciente-coerci%C3%B3n-de-china

[greasebloke]

pick ur poison

#me: i can draw kinda #also me: does this #p5 #goro akechi #goro shrine #coerci #p5r

[jjba-pride-edits]

Hello! Can I request a pan and trans mista? You can put both flags on one if you want :0

I hope this suffices!

#pansexual #transgender #guido mista #mod diego #coerci

[ask-fugio-blog]

If Giorno cut his hair, would he still keep the donut rolls or 🤔🤔🤔 ?

((Depends on the length of the cut))

#ask #giorno giovanna #thanks! #((I bet he'll still do the victory curls!)) #coerci #((thanks for asking this! Ive always wanted to draw giogio in diff hairstyles))

[dailypizzagunman-blog]

“Hi, I’m Mista. I’m 23 and I never learned how to mfuckin read. I also shoot stuff.”

((Wow, can you believe I actually did it im gonna die))

#yikes what have i done #guido mista #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba #vento aureo #dailypizzagunman #promo ig idk man #coerci

[occasionalfugo]

Panatrotta Fugo

No.

#ask #M!A: horse #coerci #occasionalfugo

[badlydrawngioanddio-blog]

this is my apology for those who wanted the demon/angel au

#ooc #caejose #jotakak #Joseph Joestar #Caesar Antonio Zeppeli #josuke higashikata #holly joestar #noriaki kakyoin #jotaro kujo #jolyne cujoh #( aka im SORRY COERCI ) #( i SAW U REBLOGGING THE DEMON ANGEL STUFF AND UR TAGS MADE ME SUPER HAPPY..... ) #( PLS ACCEPT MY APOLOGIES ) #(bTW josuke and holly r caejose's kids )

[skippyv20]

These staged charity visits are also very off because MM always find the camera and looks straight into it. I don't get that it's her or PH in any of these pics. If anything, they could be set up anywhere. There's nothing that proves it's LA, just sm posting after she's posted the pics that they were there. Is she coerciing these charities, schools, etc to lie for her? It's also bizarre that water from the watering can would show up in such obvious drops. Looks totally fake!

Well...I don’t believe anything she says or does....❤️❤️❤️❤️