st5 vol 2 really feels exactly like the thing it has become: the most popular netflix show.
a bland piece of flavorless nothing that can easily be digested by everyone and their great grandma; a dish that's supposed to look & taste like your perfect last supper but doesn't have any fuckin seasoning; a generic story written by cowards who weren't brave enough to make even one single bold choice and allow this show to feel like anything more than your average netflix slop written by straight white men due to the mere possibility of potentially pissing off some of your viewers.















