My Endgame Experience

I had a bit of a celebration tonight. In about 12 weeks I crammed all seven seasons of Voyager into my head. It was like drinking really strong coffee. And tonight, well, I grabbed a bottle of Prosecco, a big bowl of popcorn and a fresh supply of tissues to watch the ever-dreaded last episode of Voyager. I read an insane amount of fanfiction in the last weeks and I couldn’t help but notice the frequent scornful references to “the disaster that was Endgame“. I was curious and very worried: No matter how good a film is, a screwed ending can ruin it. I loved Voyager so far (in good times and bad), and I practically prayed the homecoming would be satisfactory. Continue reading

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