Infinity War review + spoilers

AAAAAAAAAA

I hate Thanos.

I fucking hate Thanos.

In the first five minutes he murdered Loki and Heimdall, possibly Valkyrie.

An hour or so later, my wonderful Gamora.

In the last, he killed everyone else I love. My babies. My Bucky, Peters, Wanda, Vizh, T'Challa Sam, Mantis, Groot, and Drax. All too young, radiant, beautiful, and perfect to die.

I fucking hate him. Do you know how much it hurt to hear Peter and Bucky die? "Steve?" Buck says with more fear than I can take. I thought that the others couldn't possibly hurt that much. But then. But then. But then. But then. "Mr. Stark, I don't feel so good." "Mr. Stark, I don't wanna go!" My little son. My dear angel Peter Parker. I couldn't take it! My heart is in that movie theater. Nothing can be done to condone Thanos' actions. NOTHING. He deserves to suffer for the rest of time. He doesn't deserve the release of death. He deserves to hurt. I hate that amazing movie. It made me cry harder than The Book Theif, and boy, let me tell ya, that's an achievement.