Fuck you. Just fuck you Marvel.

Yeah, that’s the point where I’m at with this studio. It’s done. Everything has been butchered beyond repair. Everything in the MCU storyline has been destroyed. Everything I’ve cared about in the MCU and every action that has been taken by the characters has been rendered meaningless. This show literally strips any and all free will from all the characters, whom we previously thought were all making meaningful choices, as well as from any choices that will be made in the future.

Nothing the character’s did meant anything because every single choice they made was actually made for them at the whim of three fucking lizard people. And then later on, it’s revealed that the TVA has like 20 infinity stones and they just toss them into a draw like it’s nothing.

I am not fucking kidding. I wish I was making that up. Fuck me.

The world building this series spent 11 years in the making has been rendered pointless on a monumental scale. The entire continuity has been rendered meaningless. This entire show is built on a fundamentally broken premise. There is no saving it.

Honestly this series can get fucked with a cactus and I couldn’t possibly give less of a shit. I’m done. This show has officially broke me. I won’t be watching the rest of this series, and I can’t promise I’ll be watching anymore future MCU content unless they get their shit together.

The series that I’ve been with since I was 8 years old is so bad now that I don’t even wish to continue watching it anymore. What a sad fucking day.

  • FlakesBongler [they/them]
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    3 years ago

    The best Superman story (Whatever Happened to the Man of Tomorrow? ) opens with a brief narration, which basically sums up superhero comics as a whole in a beautiful way

    This is an IMAGINARY STORY (which may never happen, but then again may) about a perfect man who came from the sky and did only good. It tells of his twilight, when the great battles were over and the great miracles long since performed; of how his enemies conspired against him and of that final war in the snowblind wastes beneath the Northern Lights; of the women he loved and of the choice he made between them; of how he broke his most sacred oath, and how finally all the things he had were taken from him save one. It ends with a wink. It begins in a quiet midwestern town, one summer afternoon in the quiet midwestern future. Away in the big city, people still sometimes glance up hopefully from the sidewalks, glimpsing a distant speck in the sky... but no: it's only a bird, only a plane — Superman died ten years ago. This is an IMAGINARY STORY .. Aren't they all?