Gods Weakest Soldier. Minor Events Kick The Shit Out Of Me Daily God Hands Me His Lightest Battles And

gods weakest soldier. minor events kick the shit out of me daily god hands me his lightest battles and i start sniffling and fumbling the bag

ohhh. ok, got it (doesn’t get it). wait what? Oooohhhhhhhhh okay!! (still doesn’t get it)

i dont really have superbat street cred, but!! i read this series and it deserves way more attention.

it's angsty as fuck--i would go as far to say it's slow burn psychological horror (but scouts honor it's not graphic, im a coward and i'm fucking obsessed). the author executes it so perfectly. it's a slow, delicious walk into hell. the characterizations are so them, and the writing is on a level that i wish it were a movie.

this fic features dark!superman but with a still fiercely protective Clark Kent. Bruce is sooo deeply in love, and he carries burden in a way that is so Batman.

i dont want to give too much away, because you need the authentic experience, but i'll give a little just to bait you... Bruce gets a glimpse of the future where the Justice League is gone, replaced by the Justice Lords at Lord Superman's command--then the future happens. it's Bruce centric, and a slow melting into understanding how things came to be.

finally, fair warning: it's a fucking Bruce whump--straight pain. but if that doesn't deter you, sick your teeth into this thick ass plot.

the clock & calculator apps are like twin sisters to me

tilts his head you know you’re dead

i could stay down and turn my life around just as quickly as i please, but why should i bother walking i just got good at crawling on my knees

I could be better but I'm considering becoming worse