there is a demon in your house named CARBON MONOXIDE. he enchants your mind with confusion and your body with exhaustion. you need to call a powerful exorcist named HVAC TECHNICIAN
iron man makes me feel so insane like there’s a guy in there. what the fuck there’s a squishy little mortal human dude in there and his first instinct without fail is to fly headfirst into danger to try to help what the fuck what the Fuck
On god they were being super mean to me like they were flicking my head and shit the grey aliens were flicking my head and punching my nose and giving me noogies and shoving me and shit….
the problem with a lot of modern big 2 comics is that characters aren’t treated like characters anymore. what i mean by this is there used to be a time when they were treated like people - we got to know them inside and out, the little quirks, what they do in their mundane lives, which was possible because the stories were more serialized. there wasn’t this narrative that had to be done in 6 issues-ish so it could fit into a trade, it was just telling a story and on the ride we got to sit around with the people and see what they’re like.
now because everything is written for the trade and page space is so important we aren’t allowed those little moments, the quiet stuff, and instead everything has to be for the plot. they’re not ‘people’ anymore they’re narrative tools that are bent in any way to fit the story trying to be told, rather than people with their own histories and mannerisms and behavioral patterns.
we can connect with these characters sure, but we dont know them personally like we used to. we dont know what makes them tick like that, what makes them function - especially not know when characterization can wildly differ from one creative team to the other.
