Christmas and Saving the World

It’s Christmas, people!

Which also means 2020 is coming to a fast, fast end.

Hi, I’m Saumya, a fellow law student or an overnight alumni, if you will. I’m not much of a blogger honestly, but this little start of Shubhangi’s had my heart. I woke up in the morning, read the posts here and it had me chuckling hard.

It’s also amusing how relatable it is. Because most of us do have a lot, lot many thoughts.

It also made me think, it’s Christmas. A day that many around the world wait upon. Prepare for in advance. Somebody, somewhere might be having the best day of their lives today. The idea of it is comforting. However, it doesn’t make me any less mad that Iron Man had to die in Avengers: Endgame.

I know I’m late to the party. But thanks to a lot of free time on my hands, I had the opportunity to rewatch the entire Marvel series. While I’ll forever remain a fan, I’m still pissed. Way back when Endgame was released in 2019, I heard that Tony Stark is dying, and I never finished the series. Now that I have, I’ll say this straight – there were at least ten different scenarios where Tony could have saved his ass and we wouldn’t have lost Iron Man.

What makes me furious is also the fact that nobody mentioned that Nat is dying! Natasha Romanoff dies! She was one decent female (almost) superhero, and she was killed off. I’m still in love with the Wasp, but God in the name of all logic, somebody explain Captain Marvel to me. I’d love to see her being an Almighty, but how the heck did she absorb so much energy into a body that’s only human? Remember Captain America: the First Avenger? That red-faced villain (I forgot his name) burns off his face trying to absorb the powers of the Tesseract. Loki, who has the mind stone, is an effing GOD and he can’t! But she manages to absorb energy (which, by the way is in fuel-form) and she somehow gets the power to breathe in space and well… none of it is explained.

Makers, makers. If you ever in the one in a billion chance get to read this, please explain Captain Marvel to me. I want to like her so badly. But for now, the Wasp is my new favorite female superhero in the Marvel Universe.

Now that’s about my rant on Avengers.

As you can see, I have a lot of thoughts, on nothing important in particular. But I’ve got to say, Marvel was still a remarkable ride which instilled in me all the desires an adult has no business thinking of. I’ve saved the world atleast thirty times in the past month. And by the way, none of you make it out alive, so while I do save the world, I also get to be it’s new Creator and I shape this world (planet basically) my own way.

Villain feels, anyone yet?

Yeah. I’m thinking about this a lot, so whether the people on my planet live happily ever after, or we engage in battles across galaxies, I’ll let you know in my next daydream.

If you managed to read through this entire, extremely stupid post, thank you very much. Till then, Omgeving has loads of hugs from my side for letting me complain for so long. Love and peace, people!

Merry, Merry Christmas! Hope to see you again soon.