i just finished reading last superman…and i…

i just finished reading last superman…and i…

everyone is hating on DC for three Jokers while i’m like IMAGINE ALL THE PORN I CAN DRAW
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).
so obviously i had to draw something. pls enjoy under the cut

But wait there’s more
basically:


But wait there’s more

you know how in comic books death never lasts forever? i always knew that and that’s why i was never truly sad when character died.
until Superman 51.
this version of Clark is dying for good, no turning back, no magical solution, no nothing. New 52 Superman was one of the things i really liked and enjoyed every page of it.
Classic Superman will replace him
and i thought i will be ok with it but i’m not. this Clark became so close to me i cant bring myself to say goodbye.
i am a sobbing mess right now and it feels like i’m losing one of my closest friends.
The truest note I have ever found at the end of a fic.
I have never hit the reblog button faster.
i guess with DC comics rebooting again new 52 is now old 52??
so i was sitting on a bench minding my own business, drawing or whatever and then this guy comes up to me and asks if he can join me. and without looking at him i said “yeah, sure”. so, like, 5 minutes after he’s asking me what i’m drawing and then i lift my head to look at him and ITS JOKER AND HE’S LIKE:

