some important calvin and hobbes facts in case you haven't read the original comic strip in a long time or only absorbed stuff on it from memes and out of context bits on here:
Calvin's last name has never been given, and neither has any of his parent's names. This was actually why his uncle Max only showed up for a brief storyline; the creator of the comic, Bill Watterson, ultimately felt that while it was fine to have him as someone for his parents to talk to, it felt far too awkward to never have Max refer to them by name and he never made a return appearance.
The general tone of the comic is fairly light-hearted, with a big emphasis on goofy slapstick comedy contrasted by clever wordplay and often surprising adult-centered jokes that'll hit you like a slap. A big part of the comedy is, as Watterson put it (paraphrased) "It's really funny to me when people express deeply stupid ideas with really fancy terminology." One notable example you might have seen is that one bit where Calvin asks his mom for money to buy a Satan-worshiping rock album and his mom replies that there's nothing genuine about them and they're just putting on the attitude for shock value, and comisserates with Calvin as he deplores that mainstream nihilism can't be trusted. He concludes that childhood is disillusioning.
There is a LOT of criticism of the extreme materialism and selfish mentality of the late 80s, when the comic was initially written. This may go a long way to explain how its aged so well; much of what it criticizes resonates well with people today.
Bill Watterson views comic strips a legitimate form of artwork, and repeatedly fought to have more space to draw more beautiful and artistic backgrounds, which was a very hard fight and unpopular even with other comic strip artists. He eventually did win some compromises and a lot of Calvin And Hobbes' artwork shows it, with the use of space to indicate time as well as a sharp contrast between the often plain environments of mundane life contrasted by the wildly beautiful imagery of Calvin's imagination (which often sports realistic depictions in an art shift of sorts).
Hobbes is explicitly not an imaginary friend, by word of Watterson himself. We don't know WHAT he is exactly, and Hobbes is apparently unaware of the strange nature of his reality; people look at him and only see an ordinary stuffed tiger plushie, but he has a tangible effect on the world that would be physically impossible for Calvin to do on his own. He's apparently been around for a while, and was apparently around when Calvin was a young baby.
On that note; Hobbes has implicitly killed (notably treated as both a gag and also with the vibe of 'he's a tiger, duh') and while he doesn't do it again on-screen, he doesn't have any moral issues about it. Calvin claims that he's never had trouble bringing Hobbes to school because the last time he did, Hobbes killed and ate a bully named Tommy Chestnut and simply comments that it was gross and he needed a bath. Calvin's tried to repeat this again, but Hobbes was grossed out at the thought having to eat a kid raw and not being allowed to use an oven first, or complaining that children are too fattening.
Hobbes became gradually less human-like in body language and more like an actual cat in both body language and behavior; this was due to Watterson drawing more inspiration from his cat, who also inspired a lot of Hobbes' running gags, such as pouncing on Calvin when he got home. Several years into the syndication of the strip, Watterson's cat passed away, and he did a tribute to her with a comic strip of the two of them agreeing to try to dream together so they can keep playing when they have to sleep; Watterson's commentary (if I recall right), remarks on his cat: "We can see each other again in dreams."
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finally put together some better tags oo baby
. 𓆩 COMMAND ME TO BE WELL. ╱ ooc.
. 𓆩 NO GRAVE CAN HOLD MY BODY DOWN . I’LL CRAWL HOME. ╱ asks.
. 𓆩 JUST TO TAKE THE INJURY OF FINALLY KNOWING YOU. ╱ starters.
. 𓆩 HEAT OF HER BREATH IN MY MOUTH . I’M ALIVE. ╱ promo.
. 𓆩 OUR TEETH AND LUNGS ARE LINED WITH THE SCUM OF IT. ╱ rp memes.
. 𓆩 DON’T LET ME IN WITH NO INTENTION TO KEEP ME. ╱ open starter.
. 𓆩 NO SWEETER INNOCENCE THAN OUR GENTLE SIN. ╱ crack.
. 𓆩 IDEALISM SITS IN PRISON . CHIVALRY FELL ON ITS SWORD. ╱ dash games.
. 𓆩 I FEEL LIKE A PERSON FOR A MOMENT OF MY LIFE. ╱ affiliates.
VOX . (ic) ╱ there are no actors in this film / what you see and hear is real.
VOX . (isms) ╱ fog their eyes with static and color . they may not see the truth.
VOX . (ships) ╱ what could i possibly do to make you love me inhumanely ?
VOX . (visage) ╱ CLICK to apologize! CLICK to be saved! CLICK to be pure!
ALASTOR . (ic) ╱ i am a pitch black slaughterhouse / i am the flesh maggots adore.
ALASTOR . (isms) ╱ the stars are moving now / do you see the hungry eye?
ALASTOR . (ships) ╱ to sink his claws into the overripe pomegranite / to be known . to be eaten.
ALASTOR . (visage) ╱ blessed be the son of the doe / performer to an audience of none.
LUCIFER . (ic) ╱ it is all so heavy / it has nowhere else to go but my shaky hands.
LUCIFER . (isms) ╱ the serpent will always eat itself / no beginning . no ending.
LUCIFER . (ships) ╱ if love is not a shrine / it is always going to be a scar.
LUCIFER . (visage) ╱ i am an accusation . a wicked omen . a promise of apocalyptic unholy.
BEETLEJUICE . (ic) ╱ and i believe all this anger was once love gone to wretched hands.
BEETLEJUICE . (isms) ╱ are you tired of me yet ? i grow weary of my own voice.
BEETLEJUICE . (ships) ╱ think of love . imagine an open and shielded wound.
BEETLEJUICE . (visage) ╱ you will see me rotting in the darkness . i will crack another joke.
ASTARION . (ic) ╱ a personification / an abstraction. what else does it mean to be a god ?
ASTARION . (isms) ╱ who have you become in the wake of all that has happened ?
ASTARION . (ships) ╱ you kiss the palms of my hands so gently. i know how it feels to adore.
ASTARION . (visage) ╱ crimson in my teeth . promises under my tongue.
EVE . (ic) ╱ the sun glows in my chest . the moon blooms across my eyes.
EVE . (isms) ╱ with feather touches and ivory kisses / i bring you to paradise.
EVE . (ships) ╱ i will plant fields of lavender in your soul / i will untangle the fear.
EVE . (visage) ╱ honey - mouthed and quiet. love spills from the stars again.
VALENTINO . (ic) ╱ reminders of me in the walls of your organs. i am the parasite you feed.
VALENTINO . (isms) ╱ see me in the back of your mirror / i haunt like a silent ghost.
VALENTINO . (ships) ╱ tear a confession from you like a fish hook to the throat.
VALENTINO . (visage) ╱ it will reach behind me and rip the spine from my body.
BLITZO . (ic) ╱ what is a battlefield if not a body ? what is pain if not an admittance ?
BLITZO . (isms) ╱ yearn is too delicate of a word. there is something horrible in my chest.
BLITZO . (ships) ╱ you love with so much anger / is it all towards yourself ?
BLITZO . (visage) ╱ it rots in my teeth. the opportunity for second chances.
. ꒰ა ADAM AND EVE | . . . IT WAS SOFTER TO LIE WITH YOU. ╱ origiinis.
. ꒰ა ALASTOR AND LILITH | . . . IN THE DARKNESS I WILL MEET MY CREATOR. ╱ lilitophidian.
. ꒰ა VOX AND ALASTOR | . . . RIP ME APART WITH YOUR LOVING TEETH. ╱ videoaux.
. ꒰ა EVE AND ALASTOR | . . . TO BE LOVED IS TO BE REMEMBERED. ╱ hellsbroadcaster.
. ꒰ა LUCIFER AND ASTARION | . . . ANGELIC ONE . I AM SAVED. ╱ hcllishsins.
. ꒰ა LUCIFER AND VOX | . . . YOU MADE A HOME IN THIS DREADFUL SOUL. ╱ videoaux.
. ꒰ა ALASTOR AND ANGEL | . . . WANTING BURNS FROM THE INSIDE OUT. ╱ spyderdust.
. ꒰ა VOX AND LUCIFER | . . . I'M JUST LOWERING YOUR EXPECTATIONS. ╱ xluciifer.
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Hi- er, this is my first-ever writer's strike, how does one not cross a picket line in this context? I know how not to do it with things like Amazon and IRL strikes, but how does it apply to media/streaming?
Hi, this is a great question, because it allows me to write about the difference between honoring a picket line and a boycott. (This is reminding me of the labor history podcast project that's lain fallow in my drafts folder for some time now...) In its simplest formulation, the difference between a picket line and a boycott is that a picket line targets an employer at the point of production (which involves us as workers), whereas a boycott targets an employer at the point of consumption (which involves us as consumers).
So in the case of the WGA strike, this means that at any company that is being struck by the WGA - I've seen Netflix, Amazon, Apple, Disney, Warner Brothers Discovery, NBC, Paramount, and Sony mentioned, but there may be more (check the WGA website and social media for a comprehensive list) - you do not cross a picket line, whether physical or virtual. This means you do not take a meeting with them, even if its a pre-existing project, you do not take phone calls or texts or emails or Slacks from their executives, you do not pitch them on a spec script you've written, and most of all you do not answer any job application.
Because if this strike is like any strike since the dawn of time, you will see the employers put out ads for short-term contracts that will be very lucrative, generally above union scale - because what they're paying for in addition to your labor is you breaking the picket line and damaging the strike - to anyone willing to scab against their fellow workers. GIven that one of the main issues of the WGA are the proliferation of short-term "mini rooms" whereby employers are hiring teams of writers to work overtime for a very short period, to the point where they can only really do the basics (a series outline, some "broken stories," and some scripts) and then have the showrunner redo everything on their lonesome, while not paying writers long-term pay and benefits, I would imagine we're going to see a lot of scab contracts being offered for these mini rooms.
But for most of us, unless we're actively working as writers in Hollywood, most of that isn't going to be particularly relevant to our day-to-day working lives. If you're not a professional or aspiring Hollywood writer, the important thing to remember honoring the picket line doesn't mean the same thing as a boycott. WGA West hasn't called on anyone to stop going to the movies or watching tv/streaming or to cancel their streaming subscriptions or anything like that. If and when that happens, WGA will go to some lengths to publicize that ask - and you should absolutely honor it if you can - so there will be little in the way of ambiguity as to what's going on.
That being said, one of the things that has happened in the past in other strikes is that well-intentioned people get it into their heads to essentially declare wildcat (i.e, unofficial and unsanctioned) boycotts. This kind of stuff comes from a good place, someone wanting to do more to support the cause and wanting to avoid morally contaminating themselves by associating with a struck company, but it can have negative effects on the workers and their unions. Wildcat boycotts can harm workers by reducing back-end pay and benefits they get from shows if that stuff is tied to the show's performance, and wildcat boycotts can hurt unions by damaging negotiations with employers that may or may not be going on.
The important thing to remember with all of this is that the strike is about them, not us. Part of being a good ally is remembering to let the workers' voices be heard first and prioritizing being a good listener and following their lead, rather than prioritizing our feelings.
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Sukuna’s tongue on his abdomen. You do the rest 😫
❤︎ ໋𓈒 asking to ride sukuna's stomach tongue while you make out with him
warnings. fem! reader, true form sukuna, riding his stomach tongue, cunnilinguś, dirty talk, praise, mdni.
“. . woman, don’t mumble,” he’d sneer, an arm hooked around your waist. you panted, suddenly feeling small. he sat manspread on his throne, occasionally brushing a thumb against the edges of your hips. dark irises stare you down before he continues to speak in a rough tone. “repeat yourself. and look at me when you speak, i taught you well, did i not?”
your eyes ran down every inch of his body, all down sukuna’s washboard abs before it leers near that particular spot. near the lower part of his torso, where a merely pried open mouth rests. you couldn’t help but ponder to yourself, imagining such raunchy things about the extra mouth that attached towards the outer part of his stomach.
“i said . .” you project your voice slightly, still speaking softly. the air felt thick all around you, you swallow an invisible lump in your throat as you straddle him before sighing. “your extra mouth near . . there,” and you point, watching his dark eyes glance to where you’re referring to. “can— may i sit on it?”
“ah,” he snickers, already knowing you were gonna ask him that anyway. sukuna brings a hand towards his mouth, wiping underneath his nose before humming. “you’re such an odd girl,” and his voice deepens, its pitch sends a plethora of tingles to wander all throughout your body. “you may. but first,” and you stare into his eyes, watching as he grabs your chin, gently skimming his thumb alongside your lip as if he was parting your lips to converse. “say those words for me, pretty please.”
as he runs a thumb against your lip, you stare right into his dark hooded eyes. he slyly smiles at you, his fangs briefly poking out as he awaited for those sweet honeyed words to escape.
“but ryo,” you pout, aware he went by sukuna but you always shortened his name whenever you didn’t get your way right away.
“hmph,” he huffs out a husky breath, raising your chin up slightly as you still sat on his lap. your panties that were already pulled to the side pokes underneath your skirt before you inch closer towards him—closer towards his perfectly sculpted chest. “don’t 'ryo' me, girl. manners, let’s use those today, yeah?”
a long silence occurs before you blow, and he finds your frustration entirely adorable…
“pretty please,” you repeat his words, a cute grumble hidden underneath your tone. “pretty please can you allow me on your s-stomach so i can . .”
“never told you to go into detail, nasty girl,” he chortles, and his deep voice made you throb. such bass in it, it boomed throughout the entire palace.
“mhm . . . but as you wish,” and two big hands grab onto the sides of your waist. with a brief lift, you’re scooted up further against his abdomen where the closed mouth resides. “you’re gonna have to either hold on or i’m gonna have you hold you up, princess.”
“okay,” you suck in a sharp breath, wrapping your cute frail arms around him. he’s got this stare that’s so intimidating—so attractive.
you felt him hold your hips in place, guiding you where to sit. he had to slouch a bit against his throne, and you were finally sat. his eyes pierce into yours and he’s awaiting for your reaction. “how does it work, ‘kuna?”
“heh. oh you’ll see,” he grunts, and then moments later, you feel it — a slow lick that runs straight against your panties. your facial expression was cute, taken aback but cute. it felt like usual, how he’d eat you out whenever, just a tad bit different.
the tongue was a bit more lengthy, you moan once you jerk against him before slumping into his chest. “tell me little one,” he says, holding you with his front arms, kissing the tip of your forehead, another ruffling your hair. “how’s my extra tongue making you feel?”
it was so sloppy, you shudder once you hear a brief slurp commence and your eyes merely roll back.
“g—goooood,” you drag out, and he chuckles at how you start to grind against his abdomen. “it feels good, ‘kuna. don’t s—stop.”
“like i said before, such an odd one you are,” he gruffs lowly. from your sheer pleasure, he found himself getting slightly aroused himself. your sweetened moans going all up against his ear makes him smile. you just couldn’t stay still, the more you felt the tongue lap against your sopping cunt — the more you felt the need to grind against him even further. “is it better than my regular tongue?”
“s-stop talking, ‘kuna,” you whine, being taken over with pure lust. it felt so good—you couldn’t exactly put the feeling into words, but you felt yourself grow hot. it was as if the tongue had a mind of its own. flicking vigorously all between your folds, you profusely twitch. “hold me.”
he snickers, his lower arms gripping onto your waist like velcro.
“oh, how humorous. the human has the nerve to tell me what to do,” and you gnaw on your lip, feeling yourself start to dissolve into a blissful trance. the tongue went in multiple directions, circular and all. it spelled out a plethora of things including the alphabet, all over your pussy. you’ve never experienced anything like it. curiosity did kill the cat after all. “you taste sweet. have you been playing with yourself recently?”
“n— no,” you murmur in a weak voice, knowing you were about to approach your peak soon. it was so quick paced, you barely had time to keep up with your own shortened breaths. your voice sounded so small, it trembled on every word and symbol and he just snickers. “i didn’t.”
“look into my eyes and tell me you didn’t touch yourself,” he utters in a growl, gripping your chin as his lower tongue continued to wander all throughout your folds. you were soaked, the more you rutted your jittery hips against him—you became more and more close. his thumb swipes against your lip before he hums out of amusement. “yeah. go on,” he says after you suddenly grow quiet after eight dreadfully long seconds pass. “girl, i don’t have all day.”
you moan, feeling the licks against your sopping entrance fuel up a longing hunger that stirred up inside you. the tongue was slow, making sure to savor every inch of your honeyed taste. your arms remained wrapping around his broad shoulders before you lean in to kiss him.
“foolish woman,” he titters, pressing a finger against your lips. your eyes stare at his long well trimmed nail before averting back towards him. “if you want a kiss from me, you’d say what i tell you to say.”
the pout that stretches against the corners of your lips never cease, he was impossible.
you felt yourself throb at the countless sensational slurps the extra tongue made, you were panting . . hurriedly chasing your irregular rough breaths to only fail, as if it were some sort of lewd competition.
“f— fine,” you grouse, a pout still on your lips. he raises an eyebrow with a smirk, awaiting for your pathetic words that eventually comes. “i … i touched myself when you weren’t here, ‘kuna.”
“and what exactly was the reason for that?” he jibes.
you glare at him but it falters quickly, your eyebrows furrowing into a sweet curl once you’re about to let out a frenzied teeth shattering orgasm.
“i was bored. you’re always away doing boring king stuff and i just—”
“silly girl,” he cuts you off in a sonorous voice, swiftly shaking his head at you describing his royal devoirs as ‘boring king stuff’. you feel your heart flutter once your cunt clenches. you whimper, a fire igniting within you and your thighs suddenly ached. you felt it coming all too well. it was inevitable, your legs trembled the more the tongue lapped against your pussy at a more quickened speed. “don’t care what your reason is, this pussy’s only for my hands ‘n my hands only.”
alas, you were melting, metaphorically speaking but your entire body felt like it was.
it was so lewd, it’s slurping rang through your ears before moments later . . you jolt forward, feeling your release finally come. you came, a coil within you tightening and snapping before you whimper into his arms.
“s— sukunaaa,” you tremor, and that’s when he finally brings you into a loving kiss.
finally, you sink into his warm embrace, still grinding your hips briefly against the mouth that laid against his lower torso. your mouth pops open, glossed lips parting before you skim your tongue against his. he laughs, a hand of his slithering down your back in such a teasing way. you were still moving despite your entire body resuming to ride out your recent orgasm.
his embrace was soft, caressing the tiny hairs that stood up against your back . . lovingly.
as your tongue ran against his, you felt his fangs and you moan right into his mouth — a hand slowly trailing down his chiseled chest. he groans, deepening the kiss before grabbing your chin, tilting your head forward. foreheads touch briefly and it’s so soft.
you’re rocking back and forth, still pulsing heavily before after a while, he pulls away. you’re out of breath, the tongue still laid against your clit before your droopy hooded eyes stare into him.
“. . awww,” he slyly taunts, noticing your dumb expression. all that just from his extra tongue, he hums to himself once more before tilting your chin. “now now, what do we say afterwards?”
“t- thank you, ‘kuna,” and then you let off a deep sigh. “i love you.”
“mhm,” he rasps lowly, leaning forward to plant another sweet kiss on the top of your forehead. “i love you too, princess,” and then a long pause occurs. you’re staring at him, no words escaping but you look like you were desperately yearning to ask him something. “speak, girl.”
in short pants, you feel near his pecs before stammering out in shy words. “can— can we do that again, pretty please?”
sukuna smirks, his eyes briefly rolling before he cocks his neck. he lets off a low grumble before his eyes linger down towards the slick mess you created on him. “hm. as you wish. this time though, you cum when i tell you. understand?”
“yes, ‘kuna.”
“that’s a good girl.”
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