I have never seen Endgame without PMSing or being on my period. I don't cry during movies but I cry a lot when I'm PMSing or perioding, so Endgame is always a very fun for me.
When I first saw Endgame, I was on my period and it was a very rough three hours. Here's just a breakdown of when I cried and why:
During a trailer for the Lion King remake, which is a remake of a movie I have no nostalgic connection to. I think I cried because I was just like "oh my god, they're lions", not because I have a deep connection with lions, but because they were there.
When the first voice we here from the portals is Sam and then the first people we see are T'Challa, Okoye, and Shuri. This was because I just started thinking about America and the future and how they were the faces of hope. If my brain weren't whacked out on its own hormones, I think I would have just noticed and appreciated it, instead of crying in the movie theater.
When Peter and Tony are reunited. This one is because I have a heart.
When all the female Avengers are in the scene together. That one hit me hard. Again, it was generally along the lines of thinking about the future, but my exact thoughts were along the lines of: "They're women and they're doing stuff. Together." My normal reaction to that in movies is more like "Aw, fuck yeah" instead of crying.
When Peter says goodbye to Tony. This one is also because I have a heart.
The funeral scene. Because I have a heart.
When Happy told Morgan that Tony also liked cheeseburgers, I was weeping. I think it was just because she's an adorable little kid and I could not emotionally handle that fact.
When Steve told Sam that he should be Captain America. This one, yet again, was because I started thinking about America and our future and how far we've come. And, again, I think a hormone-less version of me would have just felt excitement or something else that doesn't make me cry.
The credits with all the photos. I think this was just because I was already emotionally obliterated, so why not cry at the thing that was obviously trying to tug at my heartstrings.
I watched for the third time tonight and cried at all the same parts (except there was no Lion King trailer) and that's when I realized I was PMSing.
So the moral of the story is that you should not fuck with someone on their period because their brain had to make room for all the hormones by chucking all the emotional regulation out the window.