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Oh, Baby... You're Mine (part 4)

Vampire!Gerard Way x Reader

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A/N: Heyy!! I was supposed to be doing my homework, but It's much more fun to write this. So if I fail geography, it's all your fault for encouraging me to write lmao.  Well, this is the 4th part of this fic… hope u like it <3

(If u have some suggestion, idea, or request, just drop it! What if i post fics with Teacher x Student dynamic? Also, do you want me to post headcanons?)

if u didn't read, here's the part1, part2 & part3

Summary: He finally let you out, but external interventions made things take a bad turn. (no spoilers here)

- Word Count: 4.190 (holly shit)

- Warnings: She/her pronouns. Kidnap, pet names, degradetion, spanking, stockholm syndrome! AFAB SMUT! (probably a bit cringe, sorry)

> DEAD DOVE!!!! < IF YOU DON'T LIKE THIS KIND OF CONTENT, DON'T READ!!!! YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME.

- Ps: I'll not use y/n…

- Ps2: Sorry for the smut, i'm not used to write this, i'm still learning already. (:

- Ps3: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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1st Person POV

Getting used to him is not that easy i thought it'll be. Most of the time I just lay on his chest and listen to him talk about how many years he lived, or posing to him to draw me. Don't get me wrong, it is not like it wasn't nice… is kinda good, but is boring. I miss my old life, my friends, my family, and the more time passes, the worse this longing becomes.  

Days turned to weeks, and the walls were gradually filled with drawings he had made of me. Various drawings, from sketches to elaborate paintings in color or just in graphite, in several different poses. I can't look at myself in a mirror, thanks to him, but he makes me feel so good when I see the way he sees me.

Even then, I started to involuntarily show my boredom of being locked in a small room. Was a pretty room, but there's nothing to do in there, except for being with Gerard. 

Sometimes he disappeared for hours and came back with gifts. Pretty clothes, necklaces, rings, shoes… It is weird how he always chose the right things. But, again, when he got out I spent hours doing nothing. Looking at the roof and waiting him to come back, or to allowed to get out of that fucking room.  

Another normal day was about to end so, like every day, I was laid on his arms, in silence, until he broke it, with his voice almost whispering in my ear. 

- Are you okay, baby? - He asked in a sweet tone - you’ve been so quiet these days.

- I'm fine… but honestly, I'm bored. - I sighed, speaking with all my sincerity - like, there's nothing to do here.

- I'm not enough for you?

I shivered when his words reached my ears, feeling the kindness leaving his voice. 

- I didn't mean that… I just wanna… - I kinda whine - get out a bit, y'know? 

I turned my head to face him, batting my eyes a couple of times.

- Sorry, princess… - he laughed, with an obvious tone of mockery, but still with a growing sense of stress  - I can't let you go out.

- So you don't trust me? 

My first mistake was trying to start an argument with him. So I received what I deserve, a dry, harsh cut coming from him.

- Not at all

- Why?!

My second mistake was almost yelling. 

- 'Cause you didn't prove to me that you can be trusted!

Gerard shouted, squeezing my arm that he had previously been caressing. The pain wasn't much, but it was still bothersome enough to make me stressed and try to argue even more.

- But i-

- End of conversation! - He yelled, cutting me off. His eyes got dark. Huffing he continued - You're so annoying sometimes! 

I rolled my eyes and the loud silence filled the room, again. He tried to alleviate the weight of the situation by caressing my body and holding me even more tight. 

I understand why he doesn't trust me, and I didn't blame him for that, but he could be a bit more comprehensive, like... he keeps me here with nothing! Not even a television! I have the right to feel bored and want to get out. 

The deadly silence lasted for several minutes, but was again cut short by the unexpected sound of his voice.

- I'm sorry… 

I didn't respond. I think part of me would like to just say it was okay and let it go, but I still can't get over how much his mood swings are. 

- I didn't mean to yell at you… 

No matter how hard he tried to sound nice, I wouldn't respond. He noticed I was still uncomfortable with him, so he took a deep breath and kept trying.

- Look… - he sighed, looking defeated, but a sort of kindness emanated from his voice - Maybe we can go out to have dinner tomorrow…

I didn't expect him to actually agree to hang out, but apparently my silence left him hurt and a little desperate for my forgiveness. Anyway, I was really happy that he gave in.

- Really?!

I exclaimed, my expression changed completely from disappointment to joy. 

- I'm gonna be with you, and you'll have to behave. - He warned, severely - But if you want to…

- Yes! - more than immediately I agreed, after all any agreement would be better than remaining locked up there  - Please! 

- Well, well… - a small smile appeared on his lips and with a hum of gratitude he concluded - so I think we have a date, darling.

- Thanks, Gee! - I turned in his arms, coming close to his face and kissing his cheek. He blushed again…he looks so cute when he blushes. Well, with all this talk, doubts began to arise in my mind. - But… as a vampire, can we eat normal things?

- Sure - It's strange how he manages to appear calm - We don't need to, but we can…

- What about garlic? Can we eat it?

- Yeah… - He chuckled, as if I were asking something obvious. - But take it easy on it.

Apparently, he had already changed one hundred percent from crazy to good boyfriend, so I decided to get a bit far.

- Can we… Still get high?

- Not as much as a human, but yes, we can. - he responded normally, but his curiosity came across a bit harshly - Why?

- Maybe I'm asking for too much… - I made my best puppy eyes, and using my cutest tone.  - But… Can we go to a bar after dinner?

He raised one eyebrow, laughing a little, making it clear that I was almost over the edge, and that he was the one who commanded. 

- I'll see about that.

I smiled at him, I hugged him a little and buried myself in his body. He kissed my forehead, giving me a little hope that we could actually have a proper date night. 

 *** time skip ***

finally the time has come for me to start getting ready, I put on that dress he gave me a few days ago. a necklace, which matches perfectly with the promise ring he gave me. I love the way he always chooses beautiful clothes, mainly because he is an artist and understands color palettes and cuts of clothes. 

He was with me in the room, I was already used to him watching me change clothes, but his indiscreet looks still made me a little embarrassed. The good part about him being there is that I was able to ask him to close the zipper on the back of the dress. 

After putting on the dress, I stared at him for a few moments, while he continued to button the black shirt over his pale chest. He started to fix his collar, and I walked towards him calmly. 

- Gee… can you help me, please? 

I swept my hair to the side, leaving my back free so he could zip it up.

- Sure, princess! 

His hands, that he made a point of touching my skin passing them over the parts of my back where the dress did not cover, while closing it. As soon as the zipper reached the top, his arms wrapped around my waist, and his lips met my neck, kissing softly. 

- So beautiful… - Gerard whispered in my ear and I let out a smile. He rocked me a bit, with his chin on my shoulder. 

I hummed, almost moaning, and he let out a victorious grin. 

- Darling, can you help me with my tie? 

- Sure, babe. - seconds after I finished speaking, I realized the nickname I used, by accident. 

-  What did you say? 

His surprise, mixed with a bit of mockery and pride, embarrassed me a little, but I knew that sooner or later this would end up happening, taking into account my feelings towards him. 

I turned to fix the red tie he had already placed around his neck, and he got closer holding my hips.

- I said ‘sure’ 

I muttered, focusing only on the tie. When it was finally finished, Gerard holded my chin, making me face him. His hazel eyes glowed and his lips reached mine. These little moments with him make it seem like time outside simply doesn't pass, which is ironic because even if time passes, it doesn't make any difference to us. 

- Liked the nickname, by the way… - still with our lips together, he smirked and continued - But I would prefer it if you used a stronger one… 

I moved away from him a little, laughing. 

- A stronger one? - I asked, playfully -  Like what?

- I don't know… - He spoke as if he was seriously thinking about the answer, until his expression changed to a mischievous grin - “daddy”?

It was pretty obvious he was joking, so I followed suit and took it as a joke, laughing and moving away from him to get my bag. 

- Never gonna happen. 

He unlocked the door and held my hand with unnecessary strength. I was already holding his hand, but his insecurity was obvious when we walked through the bedroom door. 

I had never seen the living room or any other room in the house, but they all followed the same gothic aesthetic, but unlike the bedroom, which remained clean, the other places in the house were dusty, with cobwebs and many pieces of furniture covered in white sheets. 

We walked to the car, and the only information I could gather about it was that it was black. Gerard opened the car door so I could get in. 

- Such a gentleman 

- Nothing less to my princess.

He kissed my hand while I sat in the car seat. He closed the door and went to the part of the driver, placing his hand on my thigh, under the hem of my dress. I shivered at his touch.

During the journey, the radio played an almost inaudible sound, perhaps because the only thing that was going through my mind was his hand, slowly rising and rubbing his thumb along the inside of my thigh.

I didn't ask many questions about where we were going, so I alternated between looking out the window and looking at him, who was driving with only one hand, turning the steering wheel. Looking out the window was satisfying, after all it had been weeks since I had seen the outside of that captivity.  

Well, in about forty minutes, he started to park the car in front of a restaurant, a fancy one. I'm definitely not used to this, nor was I waiting for him to open the car's door for me, like he did, taking my hand and, again, holding tighter than was necessary. 

Gerard led me inside of the restaurant hall. We didn't have reservations, but there were several empty seats, considering the random day we chose to go. Arriving at the table, he pulled out the chair so I could sit down and then pushed it again, placing me in front of the table. 

After we looked at the menu, a waiter quickly came to the table.  While he was taking our orders, Gerard seemed very uncomfortable, perhaps with the friendliness I showed the waiter, but I think that was too much even for him.

- So… how does it feel to get out? 

While we wait for the food to arrive, nothing is more normal than starting a conversation, but the topic of "getting out of captivity" was not exactly what I had in mind, but considering his good mood, I think the best thing to do is to join in and continue the conversation. 

- It is great… - I sighed, thinking about how to continue... I guess the least I could do after all his chivalry was to compliment him. - Actually, being with you makes this even better. 

His eyes widened, and a wide smile spread across his face. I smiled back, because I was being honest. Ever since I admitted to myself that I was in love with him, I don't see myself dating anyone else.  

- Wow… - he chuckled - I wasn't expecting you to say that

- We're on a date, right? - I think I've never used this kind of tone with him… I was being sweet, truly sweet - So that means I wanted to be here with you. 

- Make sense… - He stopped for a few seconds and analyzed my face. I admit that I was nervous, and I was already preparing myself for criticism.  - you're so pretty

- So are you… - I let out my breath in relief, and since we're handing out compliments, I couldn't hold back.  - you're actually the most beautiful man i've ever seen

Again the light red painted his cheek… 

- You're exaggerating…

- I'm not! Really, I always find you kinda cute…

Another thing I kept to myself, in an effort to not let him think he could control me, but at this point, there's no way to do it but start admitting this kind of thing.

- So why did you get so mad when i… you know…

He looked around, careful not to say the word, but I couldn't let it slide. I raised my eyebrow, and did a cynical grin.

- Kidnapped me?

- If you want to call it this way…. - he sighed - But speak softer, please, darling.

- Sorry… - Giggling, I start to explain. - I got mad, cause if you just had asked me out, I would have definitely accepted without thinking twice.

- Well… - he said indifferently, thinking about how to continue the sentence without making it look bad for him. - I didn't know about that. Anyways, now is too late.

- Unfortunately… 

Before we could keep talking, the waiter came with our food, I thanked him, and received a deathly look from Gerard. Dude… why?

The small talk during the dinner was nice, the food was delicious and the atmosphere of the environment was pleasant. As soon as we finished, he paid and we went back to the car. The same way, he opened the door for me and drove us. His hand was again laid on my leg. 

Strangely enough, he didn't seem to be heading home. Even though I didn't know the exact way, the side we were going to was the opposite of the side we had arrived from. 

- So… - he cleaned his throat - you asked me to take you to a bar… I'm gonna show you my favorite one.

- Serious?!

It was a shock. It was hard to believe that he had actually agreed to extend the date.

- Of course, princess.

-Thanks, babe! 

I leaned over the passenger seat, stretching enough to reach his cheek with my lips, planting a kiss on him. 

He froze for a moment, taking the situation in. Within moments, a small smile painted his face, still looking forward, driving. The way a simple nickname makes him let his guard down is really cute.

It wasn't long before we arrived at a small dead-end street. The streetlight apparently wasn't working, leaving the street very dark, and the only thing visible was the doorway to the bar Gerard was taking me to. 

Getting out of the car, the same awkward situation of him grabbing my hand tightly. We crossed the front door and took a seat after passing some people who were sitting at the bartender's table. The last two benches were free, so we stayed there. 

- Such a pretty place

- One of the reasons this is my favorite bar. - He explained - I've been coming here for years. Nothing changed in decades. Only the bartenders.

- Make sense

I laughed, and soon the bartender approached us.

- Hey, pretty lady… What's gonna be for you? 

The compliment was enough to completely change Gerard’s expression. A bit embarrassed, I asked for my favorite drink, without showing the slightest sympathy, but not being rude. 

- And for you, Sir?

He turned his attention to Gerard, who glared at him with anger. 

-The same as MY girl. 

His arms wrapped around my waist as the guy turned around and laughed loud enough that I could hear him. 

- Who does he think he is to talk to you like that?!

- It's not a big deal…

- Because you liked it, didn't you?

- Gee… don't be like that, please.

He opened his mouth to continue speaking, but soon the guy arrived with the drinks.  

- Here it is. For the most beautiful girl I've ever seen… - he placed the drink in front of me,and spoke, clearly far from being sober, turning to Gerard - and her possessive boyfriend.

-Thanks - I said, softly, but careful not to sound too friendly. 

- Really?! - Gerard yelled, moving his hand to grab my arm, squeezing it. - You're gonna let him call you like that?

- Gee, please...

A bit of despair took hold of me, I even understood his jealousy this time, but the more attention he gives, the worse the situation becomes. In a failed attempt to calm him down, I placed my hand on his arm, but before, the nasty guy cut me off, making the situation worse.

- Baby… - He said, looking at me. - Why don't you leave this weirdo there and let's make out back there.  

He pointed with his thumb behind the table and in a hurry Gerard pulled the guy's tie, almost hanging him. Pressing his tie against the table, glaring at the bartender with furious eyes.

- You better shut the fuck up, before I kill you… did you hear me?

He spoke with an intensity I had never heard him use, not even when I decided I was going to try to argue with him. 

- Take it easy, dude

The bartender scoffed, not believing it. Gerard grabbed the glass that was almost full, and threw it on the floor next to the bartender. 

- DID YOU FUCKING HEAR ME?

- S-sorry

Now, he was definitely scared.

- I'm sure you are. - grabbing my arm, he pulled me hard, making me stumble but not fall, as we walked out of the bar - And i'm not paying for that, by the way.

- I think you overreacted…

-You don't know a thing! You were enjoying all of this!

- I-

- Shut up, you fucking cunt! - He slapped my face, and my eyes filled with tears… the more I feel good about him, the worse I feel when he acts this way - You wanted to come here so you could flirt with guys there! Why the hell did I believe that you could behave?!

Still holding my arm, he threw away all the delicacy he used to use with me and slammed the car door. 

- I don't even need to tell you that you won't be leaving that fucking room for a long time, right? 

He started driving, obviously going over the speed limit. I held on to the bench a little.

- It wasn't my fucking fault! - I couldn't stay quiet, there's no way he's blaming me. - What am I supposed to do? Punch him? 

- Don't you dare talk to me like that! - He stormed, hitting the steering wheel - Not when you were all cute with that guy! 

- I wasn't doing anything! 

He remained silent, ignoring me. I was about to continue, but he stepped forward.

- Wait till we got home, princess - what he said could be interpreted as a sweet phrase, but the threatening tone he used was not at all romantic. - I'm gonna make sure that you know who really owns you. 

Not wanting to make my situation worse, I remained silent, not daring to look at him the whole way home. 

Arriving at his house, he practically threw me into the room, and I wouldn't doubt that he was about to kick me, but he gave up when I remained standing, instead of falling on the floor. 

- What are you waiting for, baby? - he spoke calmly, but his aggression was obvious - Undress yourself, NOW!

- Is that really necessary? 

I asked, with visible fear. 

- I don't know - he growled, showing his lack of patience - you want me to tie you up and do it by myself?! 

I shook my head and started to take my shoes off, and then my dress, my underwear and my necklace.  

- Good girl… - a satisfaction grim grow on his face - now, turn away.

He took off his tie, and blindfolded me with that. I won't lie, while I was scared of what he would be capable of doing, every move he made made me even more wetter. 

His mouth pressed against my shoulder, sucking hard and making sure to leave bruise-like marks. I shivered as his hands went around my waist, squeezing tightly. 

I hummed when he buried his face on my neck, licking it up. His mouth reached my earlobe, biting, while his hands went even up in my torso, catching my breast. I moaned.

- Fucking slut - He whispered in my ear. - I'm gonna split you up. 

I felt his hands move away from my breasts, going down to my waist again, and his hot breath was no longer on my neck. Soon I felt him push me forward, aggressively. After a few steps, my legs touched the bed. 

- Get on the bed, whore. - He demanded 

I tried to turn so that my back was on the mattress, on top of the velvet sheet that covered it. 

-Besides being a slut, you're also dumb? - Before I could finish turning around, he grabbed me, preventing me from making any movement. His harsh voice made me freeze, but his next sentence made me swallow hard.  - I want you all fours for me. 

I did so, getting into the position he told me to. Embarrassment took over me, but it was soon replaced by the fear I felt when I heard the sound of his belt being opened. 

- You're gonna have what you really deserve… - As soon as he spoke, I felt the snap and the tearing sound of the leather hitting my ass squarely. I screamed in pain  - See… that's the treatment whores like you get.

He caressed my back, I thought it was enough, but soon I felt the feeling hit me again, and again, and again. The more he hit me, the more I screamed, and soon the tie covering my eyes tie was stained with tears. 

- Aw… Don't cry, darling… - I would give anything for him to call me that with the passion he had used hours ago, not with this mocking tone. - The night will be long… for you.

I jumped a little when his hand brushed my hair out of my face, and kissed my cheek.

- Tell me, princess, who do you belong to? - he spoke gently, but not kindly l 

- Y-you - I murmured.

- Exactly. - Suddenly, he knocked me to the side, turning me now to face him - You're MY whore.

He took the blindfold off my eyes and I could see the hunger in his eyes. Hovering on top of me and grabbing my throat, he showed his fangs with a presunction smile. 

- I'm gonna put you in your fucking place. - he roared, lunging at my neck again. - Tell me again who owns you.

-Y-you.. - I felt his pressure gripping my throat, and almost out of breath I responded - You own me.

- You learn fast. - he let me go, but continued talking with his face in my neck - But there's more I have to teach you. 

Without warning, he inserted four fingers inside of me, curling them to reach my g-spot.

- So needy…

I moaned loudly, as he giggled, knowing that he can make me transition between pain and pleasure in seconds.

He pumped in and out, and I started to feel myself getting closer and closer. Breathless, I tried to tell him. 

- Gee… i'm gonna cu-

- Not yet, cunt. - He growled, taking his hand out of me and moving it to his jeans, unbuttoning them. Then he pulled down his boxers and took his dick out. 

He held my wrists together in the top of my head while he abused my cunt. My pleasure mixed with the pain I still felt in my ass took over me.  I tried my best to hold back my orgasm, with great difficulty I managed to hold myself, hearing him grunt and groan.

After a few seconds, I moaned, feeling him use my pussy as a cum-dump. I started to panic as I couldn't hold it anymore.

- P-please… - I said, and he chuckled.

- Cum for me. - He ordered, and I did what he said. 

The pleasure washed me over, and he let go off my wrists, laying down by my side breathless. I closed my eyes, trying to restore my energy, and he leaned back against the bed rail. 

Gerard tapped his leg, calling me to his lap, so I went, feeling like a fucking pet of his. Not diminishing my embarrassment, I sat on his lap, and he stroked the top of my head. 

- All mine… - He kissed my cheek and rested his head on my shoulder. - Am I right?

I started the night completely in love with him, seeing him as the boyfriend I would like to have, but every time he acts like this I distance myself more and more from him. 

- Yeah… - I said, with a bitter taste in my mouth and a fake smile -  All yours.

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~ Well, that's it… lemme know if you liked! Should i do a part 5? Drop me ideas! <3

PART 5!

[bartycrawtchjr]

marauders in 2024 taste in music except it’s MY taste in music

James: he’s big on Tyler, the creator, fucks w harry styles and some of taylor swift (he started listening to them cus he heard lily likes them, turns out it’s his thing too). proud ed sheeran enjoyer, also listens bands like the kooks and the strokes, wallows and just general vibey music. casual listener of everything, not really into stan culture

Remus: idc what u say bro is into presplit panic! at the disco, like worshipped ryan ross when he was 13 kind of guy. the front bottoms, fucks w idkhow, had a painfully pretentious ‘born in the wrong generation’ phase where he was obvs really big on bowie, the stones, the smiths, the cure etc.

Sirius: Got into the 2015 emo trinity because of remus’s ryan ross obsession. LOVED pierce the veil as an angsty teen, massively into fob (especially pre-hiatus) and had a crush on Pete Wentz growing up. Definitely had a Gerard Way fan account when he was 15. (i’m projecting). never truly left his emo phase, just stopped being pretentious about it and also began listening to pop music.

Peter: actually enjoys p!atd up to pray for the wicked (again, thanks to remus forcing them on everyone back in secundary school). probably a casual listener of a bunch of stuff, though he’s a big weezer fan and really enjoys niall horan. WILL crank up brainrot music (like the hamsterdance or fnaf songs or minecraft parodies and he knows every single word)

Marlene: everyone’s favourite cool girl, loves riot grrrl music!!! CHAPPEL ROAN!!!!!! OBVIOUSLY a paramore stannie. shakes ass to Gaga and Troye Sivan, probably went to see Weezer live with Peter and started a moshpit during Buddy Holly.

Mary: she’s beyhive for sure, as in, has extensive knowledge on everything beyoncé. Got into Taylor Swift because of Lily. Those two def had a 1D phase together. Likes Pink Pantheress and some Halsey, got into chappel roan bcs of Marlene. She likes most of the main pop girls (ariana, dula peep, olivia…) she’s an overall fun person, so her music taste reflects that.

Lily: HEAVY on Taylor swift and harry styles. as before mentioned, she had a 1D phase along with Mary (she was a Niall girl). Had the inevitable not like other girls phase when she got into Lorde, the 1975, arctic monkeys and halsey (it’s a canon event we can’t intervene). Got over her internalised misogyny and became a swiftie, amen🙏🏻

(gonna do the slytherins in a separate post 😋)

[bitter69uk]

“Paul Morrissey was an odd but appealing character. He was thirty-two years old, but he seemed much older – perhaps the three things he hated even more than the auteur theory were sex, drugs and rock’n’roll. He reveled in his counter-counter cultural contrariness. Only Paul Morrissey, for example, could tell Rolling Stone “musicians should be heard and not seen. Like children should be seen and not heard. Musicians should be heard, but not from or about. I mean, who is Led Zeppelin? Is Eric Clapton really that interesting?” For Paul, rock stars were “drug trash,” a recurring term in his rapid-fire patter, applied to everything and everyone he found morally repugnant. His original title for Trash, the story of a hustler who can’t perform sexually because he’s a junkie, was Drug Trash, but he decided it was too obvious. And in every conversation I had with him, he would sooner or later ask, in his high-pitched bark, “Why do you kids say you’re experimenting with drugs? You’re experimenting with ill health. Now that polio and all the other childhood diseases have been eradicated, you kids take drugs to find out what it’s like to be sick!” Glenn O’Brien says Paul was “an extreme prude making X-rated movies.” Though Paul worshiped physical beauty, considering it a talent in itself – and featured Joe Dallesandro’s chiseled torso prominently in Flesh and Trash – his attitude toward sex was decidedly Irish Catholic, i.e. repressed. In fact, I have never met anyone more stereotypically Irish Catholic than Paul Morrissey.”

/ Bob Colacello reflecting on his encounters with Paul Morrissey during the early days of Interview magazine in his 1990 memoirs Holy Terror: Andy Warhol Close Up /

Andy Warhol collaborator, titan of underground cinema and prickly curmudgeon Morrissey (23 February 1938 – 28 October 2024) has died aged 86. I venerate him for his trilogy of Flesh (1968), Trash (1970) and Heat (1972) (groundbreaking for its casual depictions of transgenderism and homoeroticism), his championing of German chanteuse Nico and for eliciting career-best performances from the likes of Joe Dallesandro, Holly Woodlawn and Sylvia Miles. Pictured: Morrissey (left) with Nico, Warhol and Gerard Malanga.

[out-of-context-stigmata-gang]

"Gerard's hand ran through Frank's greasy black hair, pulling the shorter man's face close to his own. "I look just like Buddy Holly oh oh and you're Mary Tyler Moore…~" He whispered before pulling Frank in for a passionate kiss. The Weezer bathroom seemed to fade out of view as their lips locked and salvia mixed, the door was unlocked and anyone could walk in but Gerard didn't care what they said about them anyway." ~ @p0is0n-is-th3-cur3

[princeescaluswords]

Idk if this is appropriate but you're like the most promiment blog calling out racist scott mccall hate I know of and I just need to talk to someone about how weird it is that certain parts of the fandom loves the idea of Derek speaking Spanish (often in conjunction with Stiles speaking Polish) but blatantly ignores or disregards the fact Scott is literally Latino

Also, is Derek speaking Spanish just a headcanon or have I forgotten part of the show?

Derek absolutely spoke Spanish in More Bad Than Good (3x14). He responded to Araya Calavera's interrogation in the language she used. She acknowledges that he speaks many languages. He does it again in 117 (4x02) with Rafael McCall.

One of the things that the production didn't shy away from in Teen Wolf is showing Derek Hale's privilege as a rich white man. Did you notice that? He purchases an entire building and he has his own accounts. He replaces the window on his car that Chris ordered smashed in Pack Mentality (1x03) by Heart Monitor (1x06) while the busted side-view mirror on the McCall family car remains that way throughout Season 1. He never has to work. He speaks many languages, can quote Shakespeare back at Gerard, and can recognize kitsune. His family has status and influence extending from California alphas to South American packs.

It's why I'm always a little bit annoyed and a little bit confused by the tag "Derek Deserves Nice Things." How many more nice things did they want him to have? He has all this privilege already, he survives his terrible decisions, he doesn't face any consequences for ruining Boyd's, Erica's, and Jackson's lives, he gets a smoking-hot bad-ass girlfriend, and he reclaims his mother's legacy of the full shift before he does a heroic walk-off in Smoke & Mirrors (4x12). He has a nice house, a business, a working relationship with the police department, and a charming son in the movie.

There is one thing he didn't get, of course, and that is the source of fandom's discontent: he wasn't the heroic lead protagonist. In different seasons, he was an antagonist, he was a villain, he was the lead protagonist's foil, the lead protagonist's mentor, and he was the lead protagonist's close friend. But Teen Wolf is a bildungsroman and that means it's a story of a child becoming an adult, and that child is Scott McCall.

It reminds me of this quote:

“With fandom the kind of racism that you most commonly see isn’t things like racial slurs and hate speech and white hoods. What you really see is a constant communal prioritization of white people and white characters, even when there are non-white characters in major roles. This is a trend across almost all fandoms.”

— Holly Quinn in Episode 22A of Fansplaining

And Teen Wolf is one of the most blatant examples of this. From an objective viewpoint, Scott McCall is the lead character. Scott is involved in every single plot line from Season 1 to Season 6 -- even when he gets almost completely turned into a plot device, as in 6A, he is involved in the resolution of both major stories. There is no Teen Wolf without Scott.

To the fandom, this cannot be borne. So this is why they dwell on Scott's mistakes like he's Heinrich Himmler. That's why he's stupid, immature, obsessive, stubborn, and a tyrant. That's why "Bad Friend Scott" stories are so damn popular, because the punishment he gets in those stories is the punishment for daring to be the focus of the show. Why the fandom can't seem to separate Scott McCall from his actor until it's convenient for them to do so.

Scott can't be smart even though he does smart things and outwits the villains. Scott irrationally hates Derek or Jackson -- even though Canon Scott hated Derek and Jackson far less than Stiles did -- because that undermines his primary heroic traits. That's why he's sexually obsessed with Allison, even though he repeatedly puts other things ahead of his relationship with Allison. (The fact that these are stereotypes of Latinos escapes their notice.) That's why, to them, the True Alpha story line is either ridiculous, came out of nowhere, or the sinister machinations of another character of color who didn't prioritize white male characters enough.

In Teen Wolf's case, though, the amount of evidence that the show is about Scott as a heroic protagonist is so insurmountable that even they have to be confronted with the racism inherent in their position. That's an uncomfortable position to be in, so they had only one recourse in the end. They turn Scott McCall white. They insist upon it. They'll go so far as to ignore real-world actions and the history of the United States in order to insist upon it. It's neither ignorance nor simple disregard -- it's defensiveness.

[gerardpilled]

What other music do u recommend for ppl who like mcr

Hmmmm i don’t really listen to a ton of music that can be directly compared to mcr? I don’t really like music that can be considered actual emo like Modern Baseball or whatever, and I don’t really listen to fall out boy or anything similar anymore. I’ve also always hated whatever genre bands like Falling In Reverse or Sleeping With Sirens fall into.

A huge part for me was reading interviews during Hesitant Alien about the musical inspirations for Gerard, so I’ve always kinda gravitated towards their more pop and new wave roots. None of it could be really be compared to mcr in terms of sound! I got kinda into “adult standards” so like Buddy Holly into Frankie Valli? Also bands like The Beach Boys and The Monkees which didn’t so much inspire mcr directly but inspired the rock genre as a whole.

Here’s a playlist I quickly made of music I got into after mcr and/or by musicians that inspired them. Most of this does not at all sound like them but it’s all I got sorry!

[genderfluidsnake]

!!!SPOILER POST!!!

There's SPOILERS for One Big Ineffable Family under the cut!!!

The future Ineffable Family, oldest to youngest

Gerard

Same age = listed together

The twins are gonna be in their late 20s before you meet some of these characters

Crowley & Aziraphale

Holly (ineffable by marriage)

Robin & Finch

Raven

[brothersonahotelbed]

yippee i was tagged by @probablymoons to post my 10 favorite songs with names in the title. thanks <33

helena - mcr

christine - benjamin jaffe

what a catch, donnie - fob

jackie and wilson - hozier

martin - car seat headrest

johnny johnny - danny gonzalez

maya the psychic - gerard way

jesus christ - brand new

buddy holly - weezer

movin' out (anthony's song) - billy joel

tagging whoever sees this, you can just say i tagged you 🖤

[argeriant18]

🎶✨when you get this you have to put 5 songs you actually listen to, publish, then send this ask/tag 10 of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) 🎶✨ 

I was tagged by @whymary lol thanks hahaha here they are

I'm tagging: @luna4books @mushygreybrainmatter @fugitivus-from-gerard @ob-la-di-ob-la-di @concretelyabstractself @w-h-i-t-e-mochi @wisegirlandseaweedbrainforever @madpie1390 @franciya @macaknight

[uneasylisteningradio]

Land Back November 25, 2023

March 16, 1970: “Indians picket the Army — Indian and part-Indian youngsters picket the Army’s Fort Lawton here Sunday as MP’s in the background guard the fort after 78 Indians were arrested in a dawn demonstration in which they invaded Army land. Seventeen Indians go to court Monday on charges connected with the invasion. Other demonstrations were planned.” (The Associated Press)

songs about land and songs about giving/taking things back (and going back to places) listen on Mixcloud

Bay City Rollers - Saturday Night The Dickies - Give It Back

The Halluci Nation - Land Back (feat. Boogey The Beat & Northern Voice) The Undisputed Truth - Law Of The Land Chumbawamba - An Interlude: Beginning to Take It Back The Wrecks - This Land Is Your Land Fat Tulips - Take Me Back to Heaven

Protestera - Gränslösa land Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson - Back Home Austin Roberts - There's a Shadow The Spaceshits - Gotta Get It Back Hazel Dickens & Alice Gerard - A Distant Land to Roam Cornelius Cardew - Give Ireland Back to the Irish SKIZOPHRENIA - Freedom Land Sado-Nation - Fight Back!

The Fall - Lay of the Land Richiro Manabe - Give Back the Sun! 1 The Alarm - Lie of the Land (live) Ewan MacColl & Peggy Seeger - Will Ye No Come Back Again?

The Coup - Land of 7 Billion Dances Machine Gun Kelly's Rejects - I'm Going Back Jimmy Cliff - Sufferin' in the Land Zowiso - Welcome Back Love Sculpture - In The Land Of The Few Gray Matter - Take It Back

DJ Company - Holiday In The Land Of Love Majjestees - Take Back All Those Things Sister Rosetta Tharpe - Joy In This Land Hellsister - Fight Back!! Skeletal Family - Promised Land Oi Polloi - Take Back the Land

Kurt I Kuvös - Vårt Fria Land The Hollies - Pay You Back with Interest Nouveaux - Landscapes Bill Coday - I'm Back to Collect

Bobby Sanchez - Quechua 101 Land Back Please

[witches-unruly-heart]

Musical Ask: Phantom of the Opera

MY BABY! MY LOVE!!! 😭😍 (I'd insert a crying heart eyes emoji if I had it)

Favorite song God there's so many to choose from 😩 But I'm gonna pick a few -- The Music Of The Night, Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again, Down Once More 😍

Favorite character Raoul 👀 He may be an insolent boy and a slave of fashion -- but he never kidnapped Christine. I also love Madame Giry 🥰

Favorite pairing Raoul and Christine 🥰

Favorite costume Hannibal dress, Masquerade dress, Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again dress, Erik's skeleton outfit, Raoul's whole look when he comes to save Christine (🥵) (I'll include a picture at the end)

Favorite actor/actress in it THERE ARE SO MANY!! Ramin Karimloo, Sierra Boggess, Hadley Fraser, Earl Carpenter, John Owen Jones, Scott Davies, Emmi Christensson, Liam Tamne, Killian Donnelly,

Least favorite character Carlotta and Piangi -- and unpopular opinion, but Meg Giry (I'm sorry)

Least favorite song Second half of Wandering Child / Bravo Bravo ... Gives me a headache every time 😅

Least favorite actor/actress in it THE ENTIRE 2004 movie cast! Don't get me wrong ... I love the actors, but I hate them in the movie!

If I've seen it live or not I HAVE! I saw it in London and it was amazing, not to mention it was lead by three understudies/alternates! (Erik/the Phantom, Christine and Raoul's understudies/alternates were on) 😍

Dream role (if I could actually sing) LORD! If I had the pipes for it I'd go for Christine 😅

A headcanon Simple -- Love Never Dies never happened (I'm sorry -- but it was a mess 😅 I do love Til I Hear You Sing, Love Never Dies, and Beneath The Moonless Sky)

Dream casting Oh dear, where do I start -- I gotta shorten it down to one or two per character 😅 Christine - Celinde Schoenmaker or Lucy St. Louis (they've played the role previously, but I've not gotten to see them) Erik/the Phantom - I'll take anyone who's previously played him on stage (No, not you Gerard Butler) ❤️ but maybe Ramin Karimloo ❤️ or Killian Donnelly ❤️ Raoul - HADLEY FRASER! But same as with the Phantom -- anyone who's played him on stage ❤️ Or Bradley Jaden, in Italy! 😍 Madame Giry - Liz Robertson from the 25th Anniversary at the Royal Albert Hall 😍 Or Emma Thompson ❤️ Meg Giry - Holly-Anne Hull, or Katie Hall ❤️ Monsieur Gilles André - Philip Griffiths (he either has to play André or Reyer 😅) Monsieur Richard Firmin - Scott Davies (My Phantom from when I saw the show) Carlotta Guidicelli - Honestly, Wendy Ferguson (25th anniversary at the Royal Albert Hall) Ubaldo Piangi - Wynne Evans (25th anniversary at the Royal Albert Hall)

(in the production I saw it was no vest, but suspenders, and I think the shirt was a little ripped (and more open to show his chest) but I cannot post about the Phantom of the Opera and not talk about my boy Hadley! 😅😍

Want to get my thoughts on a musical? Send it my way ❤️

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

only 4.5 halloween month edits left to plan and drawing a complete and total blank so this is one more call for anyone to help me choose ocs to use 😭 (most of the ones that I still need to plan are for halloween costumes so truly any ocs work for that 👀 I just feel all idead out for the moment rip)

Edit: so far I have used the following ocs, but I'm entirely open to repeats and some of them (namely Gilmore Girls & Gossip Girl) are being used in group edits as opposed to each getting a separate project

Spencer Hargrove, Ophelia Wayne, Greer Collier, Cassia Potter, Stacey Byers, Rosabelle Legume, Verona Rosier, Hollis Everdeen, Mercy Correira, Coco Bates, Kyla Keller, Valentina Wolfe, Colette Gerard-Waldorf, Autumn Ambrosia, Paris Rothschild, Kirsty Gilmore, Sophie Dugray, Vicki St James, Avery Stiles, Sage Hall, possibly Jacqueline Grant & Viviana Lozano, Arianne Martin, Nikki Rogers, Colton & Cece Cartwright, Sidney Hopper, Betty Fabray, Laura Hyde, Ilsa Gilmore-Danes, Ivy Knight, Abi Claremont-Diaz, Jo Berry & Camilo Ayers, and I have a plan for a supernatural OC but I’m undecided between Elle, Isla, and Deborah for it

Edit 2: plan done!!

[multi-lefaiye]

A Name Dripping With Blood: A Salvatore Character Study - 1: SCOTT ("Gaelic speaker")

It's finally here! Chapter one of the Salvatore character study!!! Yahoo!!!

So uhh if you're new here. Salvatore is my vampire blorbo from a very relatively obscure horror series I'm fixated on (not TFTGS, a different one). He's a former mobster and local dramatic old man. I wanted to write a study exploring him as a character a bit more, and it got out of hand <3

So here's the first part of that! I'm planning for there to be 10 chapters total, and if I exceed that, please hunt me for sport.

Content Warnings: I'll include warnings for each chapter, but the biggest warning for this chapter is a mention of suicide. Also, I'm starting this study from before Salvatore realizes his transness and he is referred to with she/her pronouns and his deadname. If that is something that would make you uncomfortable pls tread lightly!!

Tagging (like I said I forgor who wanted to be tagged for this </3 But if you want to be added or removed pls let me know!! I will not forget again): @wherearetheplants @albatris @approximately20eggs @skitzo-kero @nicola-writes @jezifster

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Salvatore wasn't always a monster. He was once a man--a deeply flawed man, but a man nonetheless. The story of that man didn't begin in an abandoned warehouse in 1986--it began in 1948, in a small tenement building in Manhattan, New York, with the birth of a too-tiny baby girl.

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The year was 1948.

It was an unusually warm February day, the last signs of winter grasping desperately to hold onto the world as they melted away. Three years before this day, the Second World War had come to an end, and three days later, Gerard Kuiper would discover another of Uranus’ moons, which he would name Miranda (“admirable, wonderful”).

On that day, Leslie Burke was born.

Leslie (“garden of holly”) was born in a small tenement building on the Lower East Side. It took eight long, agonizing hours for her mother Anna (“favor, grace”) to finally give birth to her, holed up in a small room with her neighbor, who happened to be a nurse, and her husband Westley (“west meadow”).

Leslie’s father had insisted that his youngest daughter be born at home, as he had a long-running distrust of doctors. Besides, he was a proud man, and he had helped his wife bear their previous three children. Leslie would be no different.

Thankfully, everything went as expected, and soon Leslie came screaming into the world, a tiny bundle of flailing limbs with a scowl on her face and a dark tuft of hair on her head. She wailed from the moment her small lungs took their first breath, as though crying out to all the stars and heavens themselves, demanding that they hear her and take her seriously.

Afterwards, Anna, though she was exhausted, cradled her tiny baby in her arms, a smile on her face as she remarked to her husband, “My, this one sure is lively!” Leslie, though she was far too young to understand the words, pouted nonetheless as she squirmed in the soft blanket she’d been swaddled in.

Westley chuckled breathlessly, his relief and pride plain on his face as he agreed, “We’ve got a real spitfire on our hands here.”

Soon after, Leslie quieted down, seemingly too tired to yell any longer, and she was introduced to the rest of her family.

The first to hold her was her cousin, Scott Clifton. Scott (“Gaelic speaker”) was a fine young man, having only recently come home from his time overseas. He was his family’s pride and joy, as he’d fought on the front lines in the terrible war. Combat had left him with a prominent limp and a sad, desperate sort of exhaustion in his eyes, but he still wore a smile on his face most days.

He was a good man, the sort of man many boys aspired to be. Though he was young, he had much to be proud of. At least, that’s what he’d always been told.

Scott held Leslie like she was something fragile, something to protect. He ran gentle, world-weary fingers over the soft brown hair on her tiny head. Even when she batted his hand away with little fists and whined, he only smiled warmly.

“She’s beautiful,” he said, his voice a soft whisper.

“She’ll be a fine young woman someday!” Westley agreed readily. He grinned good-naturedly at his nephew and pointedly added, “Now, you just need to find yourself a nice gal of your own, and maybe soon you’ll have your own baby girl just like her!”

Scott had only smiled thinly at his uncle in response.

After Scott was Leslie’s oldest brother, Jesse. Where Scott was the perfect soldier, a paragon of masculinity for his family to be proud of, Jesse (“gift”) was an academic. He was still only thirteen at the time, but he had a bright mind that shone like the sun behind his pale eyes.

Jesse was the sort of young man who would make his mark on the world, the sort who would be remembered. He would tell anyone who would listen about his dreams and his accomplishments, the heights he would climb in the coming years.

When Jesse held Leslie, he held her like she was a ticking time bomb, ready to explode at any moment. Though she was quiet by now, he watched her with wide eyes, as though waiting for her to start screaming again. For her part, Leslie stared up at him, her tiny face screwed up in a frown.

“Can someone else take it?” Jesse said after a moment, lifting his head to look desperately at his mother.

“That’s not an it,” Anna chastised her son. “That’s your sister.” Still, she held out her arms for Leslie.

“Of course, of course,” Jesse said placatingly, quickly handing her the baby. “I just don’t want to hold her. All she does right now is wail, anyhow--maybe when she’s older and can hold a conversation.”

Next to hold Leslie was her only sister, Bethany. Bethany (“house of affliction”) was the perfect picture of a girl her age, with flowing brown hair and wide, blue eyes that sparkled in the light. Though the Burke’s were never a particularly wealthy family, Bethany dressed herself in the finest clothes she could. She had always been resourceful, and she made do with what she had.

This resourcefulness translated into a deathly sharp wit that Bethany had carried with her since she was young. She was outspoken and had a fiery temper, two qualities that made her stand out from the other girls her age. Though she was only thirteen, she was full of the same ambition and drive as her brother Jesse.

When Bethany held Leslie, she did so with a frown on her face and a furrow in her brow as she looked down at her young sister. Leslie seemed content to return the expression with a scowl of her own. Both girls seemed entirely unimpressed with the other.

“... Is this what all the fuss is about?” Bethany asked after a long moment.

“What do you mean?” Westley asked, his own expression somewhere between confused and perturbed.

“The baby,” Bethany said. “I thought she’d be a bit more impressive, ‘s all.” She looked up at her parents. “Everyone made such a big fuss about everything, you’d think she was one of them fancy ladies on Broadway.”

Westley chuckled, shaking his head. “All babies are impressive,” he told her. “You’ll understand when you have your own someday.”

Bethany looked unconvinced, but she didn’t object.

Finally, the last to hold Leslie was her youngest brother, older than her by only a scant few years. His name was Martin (“male”), and he was amazed to see his sister. His deep blue eyes were wide and shining as he balanced her in his thin arms. Though Leslie frowned up at him, he had nothing but smiles for her.

Martin was young, far too young for his future to be clear to anyone, but he already had a bright soul full of love for the world around him. As he grew, he would come to lose some of the naive spark he carried with him, but for the time being, his hope and optimism were his greatest qualities.

“Oh, gosh,” Martin said, “she’s so little!” He looked up at his mother, clearly blown away. “Was I ever this little?”

Anna chuckled and smiled indulgently at her youngest son. “You were,” she confirmed. “And someday she’ll grow up to be just as big as you!”

If it were possible, Martin’s eyes grew even wider, and he stared down at his sister some more. She continued glaring up at him, but he was unbothered by her apparent hostility.

“Wow,” he said quietly. “Just as big as me…” It was clear the idea was unimaginable to him, something incredible and worth celebration.

In the following years, Leslie would, indeed, grow to be just as big as Martin, but she wouldn’t stop there. She would tumble her way through her first steps and babble her way through her first words, her face set in a determined scowl the whole time. It was as though she felt she had something to prove from the moment she was born. And she would prove it, no matter what. The world loomed large and frightening, but she stared it down with a stiff upper lip and her tiny hands balled into fists.

---

The year of Leslie’s birth was a tumultuous one for the family. While the arrival of the new baby was a joyous occasion, only months later it would be followed by a terrible tragedy.

For reasons that the family didn’t understand at the time, Scott Cliffton threw himself from the Brooklyn Bridge. According to his friends, he’d suffered from combat fatigue. The war was done, but it never truly left Scott, eating him up inside even as he smiled and laughed and cradled his baby cousin.

In the years that followed, Leslie rarely heard Scott’s name. If he was spoken about at all, it was in hushed whispers and euphemisms. Sometimes, it seemed as though her parents were afraid to even say his name. He was no longer Scott Cliffton, the golden boy; he was now just him, the boy who never truly came home after the war ended.

As a child, Leslie never questioned any of this, never tried to fight for Scott’s memory. After all, she had no memories of Scott, only the faintest impression of strong yet gentle hands holding her protectively. She never knew the man he was, and now she never would.

But she never forgot his name. Though she never knew him, she would always remember his name.

[justthegreat1]

Friendship Evolves: M3GAN Review

Pictured above is the “M3GAN” poster.

Image credit: Universal Pictures, BlumHouse Studios, Atomic Monster Productions

This review is going to be a little different because I usually review the theatrical version of the movies I cover, but for todays review I’m going to be reviewing the Unrated version of M3GAN as that was the version that was going to go to theaters before it got toned down to a PG-13 rating. I’m so excited that they released this version of M3GAN so soon after making $171.2 million in the global box office. So, lets get straight to the spoiler-free review.

M3GAN is a 2023 science fiction horror film directed by Gerard Johnstone, Written by Akela Cooper (Malignant (2021)), Produced by James Wan (who also directed Malignant (2021),and Jason Blum. The soundtrack is done by Anthony Willis. The cast involves Allison Williams as Gemma, Violet McGraw as Cady, Ronny Chieng as David, Amie Donald as M3GAN, Jenna Davis as the voice of M3GAN, Brian Jordan Alvarez as Cole, Jen Van Epps as Tess, Stephane Garneau-Monten as Kurt, Lori Dungey as Celia, Amy Usherwood as Lydia, Jack Cassidy as Brandon, Michael Saccente as Greg, Samson Chan-Boon as Officer Carter, Kira Josephson as Ava, Renee Lyons as Holly, and Arlo Green as Ryan.

The Plot:

M3GAN is a marvel of artificial intelligence, a lifelike doll that’s programmed to be a child’s greatest companion and a parent’s greatest ally. Designed by Gemma, a brilliant roboticist, M3GAN can listen, watch and learn as it plays the role of friend and teacher, playmate, and protector. When Gemma becomes the unexpected caretaker of her 8-year-old niece, she decides to give the girl an M3GAN prototype, a decision that leads to unimaginable consequences.

Positives:

One positive I have about the movie was the cast and the use of the character of M3GAN. An example of the use of M3GAN was the descent from a protective friend to an obsessive, psychotic, and cold-blooded killer…. who dances which had me laughing. I really liked the relationship of Cady and Gemma as they bond over time and how the bond they built pays off in the third act of the movie.

Pictured above is the M3GAN dance scene (which is already a meme)

Image Credit: Universal Pictures, BlumHouse Studios, and Atomic Monster Productions

The second positive I have about the movie is how they nailed the tone; it is campy but at the same time it is scary as hell considering the technology we have now. It also discusses the dangers of technology while not being too preachy.

 The third and final positive I have about the movie is the kills as it is bloody in the unrated version while kills in the PG-13 version happened offscreen and bloodless. The kills are pretty creative whether its with a power washer or a paper cutter, the movie (Unrated version) doesn’t hold back on the blood. While it’s not as bloody as “Terrifer 2” or the “Saw” franchise, some of the scenes are horrific.

    Negatives:

The first negative I have about this movie is that I wish we spent a little bit more time with evil M3GAN. Evil M3GAN shows up at the halfway point of the movie, but that’s alright as it pays off. The second negative I have is some of the acting was questionable at some points, however it’s okay as it matches the campiness of the movie.

My overall thoughts:

After watching the unrated version of M3GAN, I believe releasing the unrated version a month after the PG-13 was released was a smart move considering the success of the PG-13 version. In saying that however, I believe this is the version that should have been released in theaters. If you are into killer doll movies or movies that deals with the dangers of artificial intelligence, then this is the movie for you. I found the movie to be really entertaining, darkly funny, and has rewatch value. I can’t wait until 2025 to see M3GAN 2.0

Where to watch M3GAN?

M3GAN can be watched on Peacock, Digital retailers, Blu-Ray, and DVD coming out March 21st, 2023.

What did you think about M3GAN?

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