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For context: this came out in 2011 in Australia. Same-sex marriage would not be legalized until December 2017.
It was only legalized in 8 US states (the 8th only a few months before), and wouldn’t be legalized nation-wide until 2015.
It was only legal in TEN COUNTRIES in 2011. We wouldn’t hit 20 countries until 2017. (Australia was 23rd)
As of today (April 14, 2026), I believe only 38 countries have fully legalized same-sex marriage. Out of somewhere around 200 countries in the world. That’s only ~19% of countries.
i know we joke about cis artists having the weirdest sense of anatomy, but also even when the anatomy is fine, no one seems to want to draw women doing normal things
this is exactly why i’m a huge fan of posemaniacs!
you get 3d model pose references with the option of having a male or female anatomy for each pose
they have a WIDE VARIETY of poses that you can search for using a TAG SYSTEM
(as you can see by the scroll bar in the second image there is Even More Tags)
you can select a pose you like for larger viewing and the convenience doesn’t stop!!!
you have full 360 viewing range of the pose plus zooming in and out
and what’s that? a TOOLBAR?? MENU?? THING??
Correct!
the eye button hold a very fun menu
negative space blacks out the background and fills the pose with a solid white silhouette
the “texture” refers to the skin situation of the model with the “color” and “grey” shown below
(i usually use color personally)
then there’s the option of different sized drawing grids(4 and 16 below)
idk wtf bounding box is about but it looks like this if it matters to you
“floor” toggles all shadows on the floor, “floor grid” you guessed it puts a like perspective guide grid on the floor that goes to forever, and “shadow” toggles ALL shading. there is NO lighting happening if you turn that off. NONE.
NEXT ITEM! that box thing with the line through it? flips the pose horizontally.
the little person symbol? lets you switch anatomies
camera icon? you can choose from a selection of preset camera angles PLUS an option for … idk what to call it but you can do this!
less flat right!! i’m sure there’s a word i just don’t know but this is maximum *that* so there is less *that* if you want it
the lightbulb gives you a menu like the camera one but it offers a selection of lighting styles with variable intensity
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No kill shelters result in animals dumped on the highway and tossed in the river because the rescues wont take them. That’s the part they never tell you.
Meanwhile the spca will take every animal, and if they have to euthanize them at least it will be done kindly and not via neglect or cruelty.
Because people in the notes are not getting this, let me explain:
No-kill shelters TURN AWAY animals. When they’re full - and they often are because most of these no-kill shelters are small - they stop taking them in. While they are “taking their time to find the right homes for every single animal”, many other animals never get in the door. Somehow they don’t count those animals, or track what happens to them. A success for them doesn’t include the ones they turned away. They’re taking their time because they can.
The No-Kills who brag about 100% adoption rates are the worst, because they tend to reject the most. The animals who will be difficult to adopt out? They just don’t take those. Special needs? Too old? If they’re going to be hard to adopt out, they can claim to be full, even if they’re not.
They are telling owners they absolutely cannot take their fifteen year old cat because they are full of litters of kittens. Adorable kittens that will turn over quickly, and boost their adoption numbers. So what happens to the fifteen year old cat? After days of being rejected at the shelters they get dumped on the side of the road somewhere, or worse.
You cannot imagine the VOLUME of animals that a city shelter deals with. The kill shelters are not allowed to turn anyone away. The difficult cases, the special needs, the elderly, the feral. The dog that bites, the cat that pees everywhere. Every animal is going to be taken in and treated with kindness. They are going to be assessed and treated for their fleas and conditions and behavioral problems. They will get their time on the adoption floor. They will get the best chance possible to find a new home. And if it’s not possible, they will be humanely euthanized, and that cage space will go to the next animal who is already waiting for it. It never stops. While you were working on the paperwork to adopt out 1 cat, three people brought in 4 more. It’s a numbers game that you cannot win if you aren’t turning people away.
A lot of times kill shelters get the animals that the no-kill shelters refused to take. Maybe their owners bring them. Or maybe they got literally thrown in the garbage, abandoned, or put in a bag and tossed in the river, when the no-kill shelter said they were full. The police and rescuers will bring these poor injured animals to the city shelter where they will be cared for. The volunteers will spend days and weeks trying to wash the tar out of their fur, or treat their broken bones, or whatever other horrible thing has happened to them. They will feed and house them. They will put most of them in new homes. They will save many many more animals, by orders of magnitude, than a no-kill shelter ever will. A no-kill shelter will brag about dozens or maybe hundreds of adoptions. Kill shelters are dealing in thousands of successful adoptions, and they still have to euthanize because it just isn’t enough. There are just so many animals to take in.
And then, after all this, the No-Kill Shelters get to claim the moral high ground somehow, and self-righteous types will refuse to adopt from the only shelter that takes absolutely everyone. It’s infuriating.
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I’m aliveeeeeeeee!!! I’ve missed you and them hehe
Trying out a sillier Bruce in this one because I’ve always meant to and it seemed to work well for this! I love him and Clark so much ugh
The Games We Play
Bruce tries out being lighter-hearted with Clark. He gets more than he bargained for.
Bruce is aware of the reputation he has among the few people who truly know him. A perceived coldness precludes anything he might do, and he’s stilted in any warmth he delivers. But he’s trying. Hard. Especially with Clark. Lightheartedness comes to him as easy as flying—which is to say, it doesn’t and he’s been forced to invent new ways to keep up with the fliers in his life.
Again, he’s trying.
They’re in the game room, which Clark’s delighted to find was not “one of those stuffy ones, with just a pool table and some cards”, and is in fact stocked with games. His children usually stake first claim over this room, but it’s unexpectedly empty tonight. Bruce might’ve read further into that on a different day, but Clark’s beaming at him and there’s nothing beyond that worth focusing on.
“Prepare to be crushed. Jimmy and I have Smash set up in the office.” Clark clicks the Switch into the cradle, and the giant tv lights up. He smooths over a few of the peeling stickers on it and Bruce briefly smiles.
“Then why play here?”
“We use a cracked monitor balanced on some old editions of the Planet. Your TV is so high res I can see new colors in it.” Clark tosses Bruce a dark blue and a grey controller, then takes the red and blue ones for himself. Clark picks Kirby right away. Bruce picks Snake, after some internal deliberation. Maybe he takes a while just to hear Clark whine.
An hour or so later, Bruce wonders if Snake is sore from getting thrashed so hard by that little pink…thing. He doesn’t understand how something so silly-looking is so effective at defeating him. He’d memorized the combos within a minute—Steph had drilled into him to do this rather than ‘button-mashing’—but nothing worked. Every time, Kirby just…ate him.
“Sorry. I think Kirby is Snake’s weakness.” Clark shrugs. Bruce huffs. He doesn’t like to lose, but he was never particularly illusioned that he’d win.
He watches Clark out of the corner of his eye. He looks so at home here, having shed his coat and jacket. Bruce reaches out to fix one of his troublesome curls, coaxing it back into pattern. Clark turns and softly kisses his hand. Bruce’s heart leaps into his throat.
He follows Clark, as he always does, over the precipice of affection.
“I happen to know a weakness of yours.” Bruce tries to make Snake hit a combo for something to do with his hands, but Kirby eats him and spits him out over the edge. Again.
“Yes, kryptonite, very funny. You couldn’t bear to kill me, Bruce. You’d miss me too much.” Clark turns to him with a cheeky smile. The game win screen reflects in his glasses. Perfect.
Bruce summons a bit of his persona, but not too much. This is real. Not a mask. He’s just…borrowing from the playboy.
“Not what I meant.” Bruce’s mouth lifts into a smirk. Clark’s brow furrows adorably as he tries to puzzle it out. Bruce crawls forward with a smirk. Clark immediately leans in to meet him, so eager and wanting.
Bruce waits until their lips nearly meet, then rests his hands in little claws across Clark’s stomach. Clark’s eyes go saucer-wide. Bruce pounces before he can think about fleeing. He’s clumsy with his fingers but it doesn’t seem to matter—Clark’s giggles bubble forth as easily as breathing.
“That—you—I t-thought Batman doesn’t cheat!” Clark twists from side to side, eventually just toppling over onto the couch. Bruce reaches for the controller, but Clark raises his arms. How kind.
“I’m not Batman.” Bruce crawls over him and races his fingers up Clark’s sides. Clark squeals and kicks his legs, his whole face pinching adorably, so of course Bruce does it again. And again. He lets his fingers dance at Clark’s top rib and he’s rewarded with giggles so violent that, for a moment, he’s worried about if he can breathe. Then he remembers that Clark has no need for air, and he continues.
“You literally are—“ Clark’s cut off by his own snort. The very quiet ‘aw’ that slips free from Bruce’s mouth is involuntary and deeply concerning. This man has a dangerous effect on him, what with his skewed glasses and boyish laugh, and it’s starting to wear at him. Change him.
Or maybe…it’s exposing something deep within him.
“There must be some mistake, Clark. I understand that the Planet has its theories, but I’m not Batman.” Bruce blinks innocently. Clark tries to growl, but it rockets back up into giggles. The change in pitch startles a chuckle out of Bruce. It’s so cute and so Clark. His whole chest grows warm with fondness.
Clark’s shirt had ridden up with his squirming, and Bruce didn’t get to be who he is without taking advantage of opportunity. He hasn’t shaved in a bit and he weaponizes that, leaving a long trail of kisses over Clark’s torso.
“Bruce!” Clark shoves at his face and cackles.
Bruce gets more intentional with his kisses, applying more pressure, but his stubble is apparently still too much. Clark curls up around him and clutches his shoulders in a semi-bruising grip. His voice cracks around his laughter. Bruce’s face cracks around his smile. Clark’s infectious. Sue him.
“You really shouldn’t let anyone exploit this weakness. It’s so easy to take you apart,” Bruce hums with a smirk, leaning forward to kiss Clark properly.
Bruce’s whole world inverts.
Instinct drives him to try and defend himself, but there’s no time. In the space of a breath, Clark has flipped them, pinning him against his own couch like they’re twentysomethings wrestling for the last beer.
“I’ll show you easy.” Clark leans down, his eyes flashing behind his skewed glasses. He’s pink and out of breath somehow, which is unfairly charming. So much of him is unfairly charming.
“We can talk about this, Clark. Can’t we?” Bruce brings his hand to the back of Clark’s neck, looking up at him through his lashes. He’s not above using his tricks.
“Oh, I think you’ve talked plenty, don’t you?”
Mistake. Mistake.
Clark’s hands find purchase under Bruce’s arms and he goes ramrod still. He doesn’t move, he hardly breathes. He doesn’t even clench his fists, no matter how much the gentle prodding makes him want to. He tries to appear as relaxed as possible. Bruce raises an unimpressed brow.
“I know you think this will make me stop—“ Clark speaks directly into Bruce’s neck and he makes a strangled sound— “But it’s fun making you break.”
Fuck, is he…telepathic?
Bruce squints up at him, trembling like a leaf. Clark grins like the devil.
Nope. Just an asshole.
Clark scrapes his teeth over Bruce’s neck and he jolts, a startled ‘ha!’ jostling free and sending more laughter tumbling out after, like an overstuffed closet spilling its contents. Once it starts, he can’t stop it.
“I happen to know a weakness of yours,” Clark says in his stupid, mocking approximation of Batman’s voice. Bruce doesn’t have the air to argue. He muffles his laughter into his bicep, desperate to hide. The silliness he can take—it’s well-worth watching Clark getting laughed out of League meetings for suggesting that Batman told a joke. The vulnerability, though, that’s…difficult.
Clark pulls his arms over his head as if they were twigs. Bruce bites his lip, but only briefly. Self-control, and all that.
“Once again, I feel like we could be doing something far more fun—“
“Oh, hush. As if you don’t like this.” Clark mercifully doesn't give him room to speak, but it doesn’t stop Bryce’s brain from spinning out. This is what Clark does. He gracelessly smacks Bruce across the face with some deep truth about himself, then moves on as if nothing happened.
Clark’s not…wrong—not fully, anyway. Bruce would much prefer Clark on top of him in a different way, but he doesn’t hate this as much as he should.
Clark tickles at the back of Bruce’s calf like some kind of supervillain and snaps him right out of his mind. Bruce kicks him straight across the jaw with a crack that’s concerning no matter whose body it came from. Clark’s glasses sail across the room, clattering to a stop somewhere out of sight.
Clark’s eyes legitimately flash with menace.
“I didn’t mean that,” Bruce says quickly, putting his hands up.
“Did you just kick me?” Clark growls, and Bruce suddenly feels as though they’ve switched places. Somewhere in all of this, he’d lost track of which way’s up.
“Clark—“ Bruce’s voice dies in his throat when Clark hitches his leg over his shoulder.
“You’re doing this on purpose,” Bruce groans. He resists the urge to hide his face in favor of crossing his arms. Definitely not protectively.
“Yes, I am. I’m very purposefully teaching you some manners, because obviously Alfred’s teachings haven’t stuck.” Clark rolls up his sleeves. One of them is tricky, and Bruce reaches forward to do it himself.
“I don’t think he’d agree with you.” Bruce’s lips tick up in a smile at the comment and nothing else.
“Alfred and I are pals, so I think I carry his best interests at heart.” Clark presses a playful hand to his heart. Bruce snorts lightly.
“Sure.” Clark leans down to kiss him and cut off any further protest.
A chorus of half-screams and gagging sounds erupt from the doorway and Clark bolts upright like a hare. Bruce has the express pleasure of watching the tips of his ears scorch red.
“Oh, uhm. Heya, Dick! Jason!”
Oh. He’s never gonna live this down.
Bruce considers popping up with Clark, but it’s funnier from down here.
Clark waves over the top of the couch, his face redder than his cape. Bruce slides a hand over his mouth to hide his smile. Clark waves like a tacky car dealership decoration for a long, awkward while until the disgusted muttering fades away.
“Bruce, the kind thing to do right now would be to kill me.” Clark slid his hands up over his face in despair. Bruce pats his arm.
“But, Clark—“ Bruce allows himself the tiniest smirk— “I’d miss you too much.”
He fully earns the wrecking that comment brings him, but he can’t quite find it in himself to care.
“The Militarization of the Police Department – Deadly Farce,” an original painting by Richard Williams from “The 20 Dumbest People, Events, and Things of 2014″ in Mad magazine #531, published by DC Comics, February 2015.
“For most people, he was the painter of ‘America,’” he added. “But even he said his vision was what he wanted ‘America’ to be. It was a mythical ‘America,’ a place where all people were decent, honest and full of good will. His work was full of gentle humor that made you feel a little better; even if you knew it wasn’t really true… you just wished it was. My parody of Rockwell’s painting simply says, ‘That myth is dead.’”
I think it’s relevant to add that even Norman Rockwell chose to leave his cushy job at the Saturday Evening Post because he wanted to make artwork that was more radical. The Post had rules that wouldn’t allow him to do artwork depicting black people as anything other than servants. The job paid really well and that was a huge reason he continued on. But he wanted change that and so he moved to Look magazine.
A lot of people know about the very first piece he did when he left the post which was the The Problem We All Live With which depicts Ruby Bridges walking to school under federal protection.
But I don’t think enough people know about Murder in Mississippi which depicts three real civil rights activists who were murdered by the Ku Klux Klan and sherriffs. The magazine ran the sketch instead of the finished piece because they felt it had a more striking statement to accompany the article. Norman Rockwell would finish that version after publication which is here
Rockwell’s legacy is sanitized because he decided to maintain his job at the Post for so long despite his frustrations with not being able to express himself. The civil rights movement was just his final straw to change what he could with the little time he had left. Look magazine received a lot of hate for Rockwell painting these as well.
Another favorite piece of mine is The Right to Know which depicts an integrated populace questioning their government. In 1968, the year of Vietnam and the year the Fair Housing Act only just got signed in months prior:
But I think it’s important to include the caption Rockwell originally wrote for the piece as well. I think it represents how a 74 year old Rockwell felt about the America he believed in and the people in it:
We are the governed, but we govern too. Assume our love of country, for it is only the simplest of self-love. Worry little about our strength, for we have our history to show for it. And because we are strong, there are others who have hope.
But watch us more closely from now on, for those of us who stand here mean to watch those we put in the seats of power. And listen to us, you who lead, for we are listening harder for the truth that you have not always offered us.
Your voice must be ours, and ours speaks of cities that are not safe, and of wars we do not want, of poor in a land of plenty, and of a world that will not take the shape our arms would give it.
We are not fierce, and the truth will not frighten us. Trust us, for we have given you our trust. We are the governed, remember, but we govern too.
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Many of us have complained about this before, but the Erasermic tag on Ao3 is a mess. It’s so hard to just find Erasermic-centric fics at all, nonetheless good ones! But, I’m stubborn, and sometimes I’ll scroll through pages and pages to find both well-loved fics and hidden gems. Here’s a list of some of my personal favorites, fics that not only have amazing plots but exhibit amazing craft as well. (Definitely NOT a full list!!!! I always takes recs!!!!)
In the Early Morning by missydogblog
This looks like the first Erasermic fic I ever loved on Ao3??? Honestly, the quality of this fic is the reason I won’t do any major bait-and-switch dream fics for Erasermic; I can’t imagine doing it better than this.
Blood and Liquor Stains by KuriKuri (rated M)
My favorite KuriKuri fic. Maybe I just have a thing for vampire Shouta, but I think this fic shows off a lot of KuriKuri’s skills as a writer. KuriKuri is plenty popular without my boost, but I can’t deny an excellent fic when I see one.
Story Time by MikeWritesThings
This fic, without fail, always leaves me dying from laughter. The execution of the written narration is what really sells the comedy and I just love this fic to pieces. I’ve actually read it out loud to friends before because it reads so well as a comedy monologue.
oh, darling, darling by ObscureReference
Look, I know there are tons and tons of post-USJ comfort fics, but this one is CRIMINALLY underrated. It deals wonderfully with Hizashi processing his feelings of having almost lost Shouta and Shouta allowing him to break down for a moment. (You should all know by now that I am a weak bitch for fics with Hizashi getting comforted. If you’re also a weak bitch, then this fic is for you.)
Don’t Kid Yourself by SayJay (rated E, sex scenes)
SayJay didn’t mean to, but they wrote this fic as a direct attack on me and all my worst emotional coping habits. I feel like Hizashi is written as a beautifully real person who fucks up and tries to fix those fuck ups while still kind of fucking up. It’s 77,000 words of DRAMA and I love it.
Kogane no Kami by LieutenantLiv (rated M, sex scene)
WHY ARE Y’ALL SLEEPING ON THIS FIC IT’S SO GOOD?????? It has one of the most tasteful sex scenes I’ve ever read including a non-binary character and the plot is so dang high-concept and executed BRILLIANTLY. Shouta is a SAMURAI. Hizashi is a SUN GOD. LieutenantLiv has given us a 10 chapter GIFT, and yet it only has 2600 hits?!?!?!!? I say again: CRIMINAL!!!!!
These aren’t all the Erasermic fics I love, just some of my all-time favorites. You can find a few more at my bookmarks page. (Some people are amazing and have hundreds of bookmarks. I only have, like 31, but they’re all recs from me.)
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