#A machine gun inside his hook would also be funny as hell but. Dude can create giant sand blades what does he need a gun for

[moongothic]

You know I realize I forgot to mention this before in the Crocodile Power Level Speculation Post/Ask (btw I did go back to edit it so it's actually legible and has a point now lmao)

I really wanna know if Croc has any new tricks with his hook

Like in Alabasta the dude had a poison hook under his regular hook, which was also hiding a tiny blade beneath it as well. This is all fine and dandy, absolutely iconic etc etc

And then we never see him reuse either feature again.

Now to be fair, the only other time we could've seen Crocodile use them would've been in Marineford, but the dude just escaped from prison. Although people are quick to meme about the Marines being 'kind enough' to let Crocodile keep his gigantic fucking hook in prison-- If we're being realistic here, they probably let him keep the base of the hook simply because without a hand any shackle would just slide off his wrist and fall off. Of course he wouldn't still be able to escape or anything since he'd still have the Seastone cuff on his right, but if they wanted to keep him properly shackled then letting him keep even just the hook base would just be the easiest option for the Marines.

It's the fact that the Marines went out of their way to retrieve his missing hook attachment and gave it back to him that's a bit wild

But let's keep in mind that Luffy did break the poison hook back in Alabasta. Even if the Marines let Croc keep the hook attachment, I find it extremely unlikely they would've gone out of their way to fix/replaced the poison hook when the guy's going to jail anyways. If anything it'd make far more sense if they got rid of whatever poison might've still been left in the base and confiscated the blade. Like there's an argument to be made for the Marines letting Crocodile keep his hook due to disability reasons, but the poison and the purely stabby weapon? Not so much

So really, it's very likely the reason Crocodile never used his other weapons in Marineford might've just been that he literally didn't have them on him at the time, just the basic hook

But hey, it's been two whole whooping years. That would be plenty of time for him to replace the broken hook and blade and get some new poison into the hook base too while he's at it

Or

Are there any new weapons Crocodile could've gotten inserted into his hook base that he could whip out

Like just because he could get a new poison hook it doesn't mean he has to get a poison hook, same for the blade as well, right

To be fair, dude feels very old fashioned so I'm not expecting any Inspector Gadget kinda tech from him. Like I don't think Crocodile's knowledgeable about stuff like that himself, at least not enough to install any technically advanced weaponry into the hook on his own, and IDK if he'd trust his hook with anyone to "upgrade it" either for an extended period of time either

But could you imagine if Croc had gotten access to a busted ass Pacifista and stole a laser and had it built into his hook base. He just pulls of the hook and starts blasting people with the laser. How fucking funny would that be. Franky eat your heart out

#Moon posting #OP Meta #Sir Crocodile #A machine gun inside his hook would also be funny as hell but. Dude can create giant sand blades what does he need a gun for #Honestly I think the coolest and unironically the most useful new hidden weapon Croc could potentially have in his hook base #Would be some kind of a Seastone weapon. Like a Seastone Hook or a blade or even just a stick like Smoker's #That shit would be so OP but also make him such a massive threat. Like much more than his poison hook ever did #It's just where the fuck would he even get a custom Seastone weapon to build in to his hook #Like it's the WG who hoards the shit for themselves so getting one would not be easy. Or cheap #Since you can't just make stuff out of Seastone yourself like you need specialists for it etc #But like I said. I think it'd be the coolest fucking thing he could possibly whip out #Aside from a Pacifista Beam but lmao that ain't happening as funny as it'd be #For the record yes it is possible Croc's hook isn't detachable at all #I just have to question how he ever changes clothes if he can't even take the hook off #Also for the record. Croc's hook could've been treated the same way his clothes were treated in Impel Down #Like Oda totally could've just drawn him without the hook and then just told us in the SBS the Newkama had stolen it from the guards #And returned it to Crocodile after he escaped since he could use it etc. While he got some fresh clothes to wear etc #Like that totally could've been an off-screen thing that could've happened. But if it was something that unimportant then why even bother #He might as well keep the hook for the brief scene in the jail cell because it doesn't actually matter for the narrative

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Nightwing 83 Review

guess who isn't weeks late this time. my opinion of the series is going up a little bit. it's still not great, but i'm not actively put off by it anymore the way i was after 81. not going to tag as spoilers, but be warned that they are under the cut

i’m sure you all are well aware of this but now, but dear god i love bruno redondo’s art. like, an unhealthy amount. the pink and blue is getting to be a theme with either him or just this run, but i am definitely enjoying it. the movement in this cover is clearly obvious, but well done. you recoznize right off the bat that the cover was drawn to drag your eyes down the page until you get to the bottom, but you enjoy the whole ride there. 

also, redondo’s way of drawing a character in stages of action so we can see just how much they’re doing in a split second of movement is quickly becoming something i like to see drawn with dick, and any other character that has that sort of ease of movement and body sense, like cass or sin or maybe a super. 

and he’s in action the entire time! there’s shot drawn just to show off a shirtless comic book character, the way nightwing is so often subjected to. he’s shirtless because he’s changing his clothes, and that’s all we see, no more and no less. very practical, very well done. i like it.

he looks so cute right here oh my god. the little squint, the hair curls. it’s adorable.

but also like. unless melinda has specifically outfitted the door spyhole so that the person on the other side can’t see dick looking through it (and in all honesty she might have) then everyone on the other side can see dick looking through that door. 

bringing your attention back to the “i can’t see melinda’s fbi file oh no!! it’s redacted!! whatever can we do!!” stupidity. redacted files are child’s play for oracle, and definitely doable for both dick and bruce. so that’s bullshit.

now, melinda apparently grew up with the maroni family, then took down part of the family from the inside. the maroni family is a large and notable presence in gotham, one that bruce pays a respectable amount of attention to. he definitely would have grown suspicious when two members of the maroni family were taken down, and with some investigation, he would have discovered melinda’s plan. and it should go without saying that the majority of things you see batman doing? dick can do it too.

it’s not so much that i don’t like how clever the villains/antiheroes are getting. i don’t like how dc heroes are increasingly written as less intelligent. they seem to be relying on pure fighting skills or luck, which may be the case for a couple heroes, but has never been the case for most of dc’s big name heroes, the bat family included. it’s irritating to me to see this sort of stuff pop up as a major plot point when i know that, if dick or bruce had been written with the amount of skill and power that they canonically possess, this entire mess would have been sorted out years ago.

unrelated but dick and melinda have the same hair

this may just be me, but i was always under the impression that dick doesn’t really have a “double life???”

yes, he’s talented enough to create enough differences between robin/nightwing and dick grayson’s mannerisms, way of movement, voices, and speech patterns so that it’s very difficult to put the two together.

but nightwing has never been separate from dick grayson, not the way bruce and batman is. he’s always leaned more towards clark in that aspect: his hero persona is an exaggerated, stately, larger-than-life version of who he really is. there’s no second persona, no real “dick grayson identity” and “nightwing identity.” they’re the same person with the same goals, ideas, and skills. one just pretends to abide by the law, and one gives up pretense of that.

oh good thank god. if he’d trusted her right off the bat (hehe. bat.) i would have slapped him upside the head. at least he’s still got instincts.

gosh the colouring on this is cool. the red has enough purple and pink tones to it that it doesn’t abruptly ruin the tone of the artwork. but it’s definitely glaring enough to take the reader outside of this personal moment they had slipped into between dick and melinda, to put them back in the present where they’re reminded that oh yea there are people hunting dick down. 

the next panel keeps this up too, in a less severe way. melinda’s bodyguard shows up (i forgot her name sorry :[ ) and subtly places us in the middle of an action scene rather than a private, personal scene.

laughing so fucking hard have our little vigilantes grown so accustomed to breaking into places that it doesn’t even register as a crime anymore??? tim coming in through the fire escape to pick bernard up for their date and being very much confused as to why bernard is freaking out.

i really like melinda’s shirt and now despite all the work i have to do and the fucking conference i have to host on monday i want to spend hours scrolling through clothing shops online trying to find this shirt. the mock neck/neckline is so cool i want it

so roland just assumes that a very dangerous vigilante who is highly talented in combat and a very dangerous bodyguard who is also highly talented in combat had a fight that ended with this very dangerous bodyguard being tied up and she looks completely fine? roland just assumes that her having no visible wounds or bruises means that they got into a fight and she lost that easily? uh. aight then

dick what are you doing. legitimately what the fuck are you doing. why are you posing oh my god. you are injured and tired and in absolutely no position to go hand to hand with one of main enemies. jesus christ run away or head to lower ground or something. don’t just stand around letting the floodlights show exactly where you are.

i don’t understand what he’s trying to do here??? blockbuster fully bought the story that dick fought them both, won, tried to get info out of them and failed, then hightailed it out of there. he didn’t have to draw roland out for a fight.

but it does look cool. the way the light just highlights his silhouette and the blue parts of his costume does look badass. he does get style points in my book for this.

w h a t  d i d  i  f u c k i n g  t e l l  y o u ,  d i c k ?

very classic superhero line and it does sound like something dick would say in a fit of righteous rage but also it makes me laugh so hard because all vigilantes think they’re so powerful that the law doesn’t apply to them. dick vigilantism is illegal. you’re acting above the law and pretending it doesn’t apply to you. hypocritical much?

it happens so often in superhero movies, tv shows, comics, whatever and it makes me giggle every damn time.

pretty decent comeback but before i start seeing people writing blockbuster as a thug i’m going to remind you that he made a deal with a demon for genius level intellect. if this turns into another bane situation i’m going to be a little miffed. he’s a smart man, which makes him a dangerous and infinitely more interesting enemy for nightwing.

this is so horribly in character i want to scream. (or. at least. it lines up with one of the versions of nightwing i have in my head.) he’s running right towards the bullets, miraculously doesn’t get shot, while making a sort-of pun. i hate this so much. i love him.

this is cool. this art is really really cool.

he leaped from a building right towards a helicopter that’s actively shooting at him, but none of the bullets are touching him. none of the corruption of the city can touch him no matter how hard it tries, because he’s too good to be corrupted. Comic Book Logic Can Be Good Sometimes Actually.

batman’s belt what??? swiss army knife who?? sorry, i only know nightwing’s bright blue escrima.

this is one of my favourite things about heroes with exceptional abilities, even more so if the hero is human. the things they can do are so far beyond the realm of normal human abilities that it’s equal parts terrifying and awe-inspiring every time they act.

he just used modified grappling wires to hook to the door of a moving helicopter, swung around the helicopter safely without hitting the blades, gained exactly the right momentum to swing upward again right through the opening of helicopter, then fought and tied up the men before they had any idea what was happening. that’s near impossible to do.

it’s stuff like this where i just sort of sigh in contentment. no matter how many times they leave out dick’s detective skills or conveniently forget that he’s actually a master planner and team leader and make him out to be this forgetful dude who makes everything up on the fly because of his “circus roots,” at least they won’t ever take away dick’s sheer physical ability honed to perfection. 

the art, too! in a few panels, dick’s drawn a little lightened or blurred. he’s moving so quickly and fighting so efficiently that he can barely be seen by the enemy. he’s got perfect form all the way through.

and THIS!

there was a helicopter that had five men shooting at him with what looks like machine guns. most people would be dead. some would run away, and be nimble enough to survive without fatal hits. there are very few people, even in fucking comic books, who can look at that hopeless situation and turn it around so quickly and thoroughly that he benefits from it instead.

i just. love nightwing.

it was funny the first time as a comic reader aware of the meme. it’s really not anymore. why the hell would you, in universe, be wearing a shirt that has a picture of your boyfriend being hit in the face by his father. 

okay that was funny. 

look at lil bitewing, so concerned for her human!!! love her sm. 

also a question as to the timeline of things. is nightwing happening before or after urban legends? 

i was so distracted by dick wearing a robe and briefs and nothing else that i didn’t register the second part until later. he slept for two days?? babs, baby, he recently had a very traumatic brain injury. why do you sound so nonchalant?

@TIM X COFFEE SHIPPERS GET FUCCCCKKKKEEDDDDD

ngl i totally forgot about that dude oops

this comic is giving so many reaction pictures. you know how you always use the worst possible picture of your friend for your friend’s contact picture? i’m just getting so many of these.

leslie!!! the titans!!! lucius!!! dick going to go see old friends!!!! the titans!!! this part made me so irrationally happy it really did. gar being the one to just. offer dick solutions with open arms. this was the best

i wish i could just copy and paste this entire scene, but that would take up way too much space, so i’m just going to talk about it instead. 

you gave me my name, nightwing, and you gave me some of the best advice i’ve received in my life: beautiful little throwback to nightwing’s origin. you’d be surprised at the amount of people who don’t know where the name came from, or who don’t know how much clark means to dick. and the fact that dick still looks up to clark as a hero, recognizes that clark isn’t always perfect and yet continues to hold him in such high esteem, and still looks back on advice that clark gave him fondly just warmed my heart so much.

for a man who has fearlessly stood up to darkseid, bruce will do a lot to avoid a conversation: “grrr. i’m the BATMAN. i’m so DARK and MYSTERIOUS. nobody knows the true me. no one ever will. i will be LONELY for the rest of my CURSED LIFE. such is the price of a hero. ignore my farmer himbo husband in the background”

but i don’t think there’s anything heroic about being a billionaire: another nod to how much dick follows clark’s example rather than bruce. yes, this was a very poignant and important criticism, and i think it’s wonderful that this was published in a pretty popular comic book. but the thing is, there is a way to be a heroic billionaire, but only in fictional universes. the way bruce, ollie, t’challa only ever use their wealth to help people. they donate massive amounts of money to charities that they themselves create so they know exactly how the money is being used. they hire people who aren’t likely to get jobs anywhere else and pay them much more than what a base living wage is. they use their power to help push progressive laws and social change. they are helping. 

dick doesn’t fully see it that way. he spent more than half his childhood the son of a billionaire, but still believes that one could be more heroic when one doesn’t have obscene amounts of wealth. whose example do you think he followed to come to that conclusion?

superman looked up to alfred pennyworth?: i mean yea alfred may have been a wildly irresponsible guardian and one hell of an enabler but goddamn if he didn’t love his kid.

you don’t need my input. you’ve thought it all through: ooooooh this line made me grin. for so long, dick’s treated clark as a mentor and a guiding figure. he’s still seen as a kid, an up and coming, snot-nosed titan with dreams of a better world. clark still thinks of him as a kid, despite watching him grow up. but this little line was something i think dick needed sorely to hear. he doesn’t need anyone’s guiding hand on his shoulder, he doesn’t need to ask for permission. he doesn’t need clark to support him the way he did when he was a teenager. he’s all grown up now, and he doesn’t need clark’s help. i imagine it was a bit of a surprise for dick to hear that. 

honestly, i couldn’t think of a better role model: ohhh but it doesn’t stop there. clark just straight up turns the tables on dick. imagine you’re dick, and you’ve looked up to this one hero your entire life, and then one day he turns to you and says that he thinks you’re so kind and smart and worthy of a person that he wants you to mentor his son!? goes to show just how much clark trusts dick.

i swear to god dick probably cries every time he hears clark compliment him because bruce is so rare and sparing with his praise that clark giving him the slightest hint of approval is just a dopamine rush.

also, now deathstroke and superman have both asked nightwing to mentor their kids. the juxtaposition is fuckin hysterical. imagine either of their reactions when they realize what kind of company they’re with

lets talk colours for a second, because i absolutely adore how classic colour tropes have been subverted in this comic, and in this general run really.

warm tones have usually (usually, not always) been associated with light and comfort and friendship and,,,,,well,,,warmth. whereas cool tones are usually used to unsettle, or make a scene seem colder and put the reader on edge. this varies if a comic only uses cool tones, or only uses warm tones, but if a comic uses both, this is generally well-used.

that isn’t the case in this run.

dark red, orange, and other warm tones have been used to symbolize danger, action, attacks. hot pink isn’t usually included in this colour group, but it’s definitely part of it in this case. in contrast, scenes that have cool colours give us the impression of slipping into a comfortable, calm scene with babs, tim, the titans, and other allies. even the beginning scene with superman has this blue, but then it transitions into something more golden coloured. dawn broke over dick, as his new idea came to light, and that was reflected in the art (and the sunrise setting.)

have there ever been times when dick’s longed for the comfort of his mask because he didn’t feel confident as dick grayson? i can’t think of any. i may be wrong, but this struck me as pretty ooc.

am i just??? gay and reading this all wrong??

cause i was under the impression that when someone says they are grateful for your friendship you don’t immediately kiss them. 

or is this like. normal straight mating rituals.

i mean he’s smiling afterward but still babs aren’t you supposed to at least make sure it’s okay first? you guys broke up a while back after you said something along the lines of “i want to be coworkers with you and nothing more because i don’t trust you or feel comfortable around you as a civilian anymore.” like lmao after you say something like that to someone i would assume that you don’t have the permission to just kiss them whenever you want.

show of hands who else got real sad when they realized dick was talking about himself in this.

sure, he could be referencing the things he’s seen blockbuster pull, and the children on the streets. but “i’ve seen money used for enforcement,” sounds a little too close to dick’s entire life being destroyed by one man threatening the circus to pay protection money for me to completely ignore. and “i’ve seen the poorest and most vulnerable blamed and punished rather than assisted” becomes a lot worse when you remember dick was thrown in juvie for a couple months until bruce was able to obtain legal guardianship, and in there, not a authority figure believed him when he told them his parents were murdered.

he’s lived this before.

a. mother. fucking. typo.

fucking why

i mean i’ve stated my distaste for the batfamily groupchat before but like. this is reaching new levels of ridiculousness. jason sounds like he was written by a fanfic writer. tim sounds like he was written by a fanfic writer. steph sounds like she was written by someone who doesn’t know the first thing about steph and wanted to include her for “family points!!!!!” damian’s supposed to be completely off the grid, and everyone’s searching for him. i do love the way cass texts tho.

well god fuck now i’m crying

dick got a phone call, a sorry, and a thank you out of bruce. i feel so much secondhand happiness for him, if that’s a thing. we’ll just ignore the way bruce looks ugly af and focus on the good parts okay?

and again with the colour symbolism here!

i’m either going to love this or hate this. who knows, we’ll see.

something something hearts something something pink is an evil colour something something. i need to know more about this guy but there’s definitely symbolism there. 

is it just me or does this dude look like the backstabbing traitorous absolutely motherfucking piece of shit villain that killed tadashi hamada in big hero 6?

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[zombryz]

A drummers hands (Part 1)

~ Machine Gun Kelly as Tommy Lee Imagine ~

Just a heads up! Read before continuing:

Currently, I do not know how many parts there are going to be so hop in and enjoy the ride! 

**There is cursing, mentions of sex, alcohol, and bi-sexuality**

Tom was wearing a yellow and blue plaid shirt. You helped him get dressed that night.

“I’m really nervous,” he says as you continue to brush his long brown hair to the side of his face. “I really hope they let me sign them… that would mean the WORLD to me.” He smiles as you put the comb down to talk to him.

“I know Tom, I just… I don’t want them to take advantage of you. Boy bands can be….. crazy.” You replied while looking down at your feet, you didn’t want him to think you were upset.

You and Tom had been best friends for years, you did everything together. He would take you to movies, go to the fair, even have sleep overs. Just last week the two of you saw Raiders of the lost ark 3 times in a row. Sometimes even his parents would joke around about you two getting married one day. You didn’t see that though, to be honest you were too wild for Tom. He had this dorky way about him, which you adored, but you would never be afraid to do a dare just for the hell of it. You saw that the nights were young and all you wanted to do was have fun.

“It’s going to be okay, (Y/N) nothing is going to get in between us,” he pulled you in for a hug because it seemed like the right moment. “Ewww, yuck let go of me you dork!” you laughed loudly as he started tickling you. You hated being tickled and he knew that better than anyone. It was going to be an interesting night.

After not being let into the show by the security guard, you and Tom decided to wait and follow the band to whatever joint they were going to hit up next. “That’s them!,” you shout for Tom to follow. He pulls behind an old rusty van that the band was driving, finally arriving to a bar that you both know far too well. You’ve danced on the tables and have been kicked out one too many times. Tom goes in first. You spot them at a round table in the center of the bar, it’s a perfect moment for Tom to introduce himself so he takes it.

“Hey, guys. I’m Tom Zutaut. I work for Elektra Records!” you followed behind him letting him have the spotlight, after all you didn’t want to be kicked out again. “Hey man!!” a boy who looks about your age with shaggy, long, dark hair replies in the booth with a cig tucked under his lip. You can’t help but laugh and the man immediately looks at you as the cigarette falls into his lap. “uhhh, wanna sit down?” he says, his words seem flustered as he tries to take his eyes off you. Motley Crue moves closer together making room for you and Tom.

You were wearing black leather pants that Tom picked out which he says, “make you look less nerdy,” matched with a pink crop top and knee high boots. Your hair is teased and you’re wearing your iconic bad girl black eye makeup, it makes you feel more dangerous. As you sit down you feel hands run up your legs, someone tries to unzip your pants and once realizing you wouldn’t be needing a blow job this evening under the table, a blonde haired women pops her head up looking at you with sex in her eyes. You reach down to her and cup her face while you plant a kiss on her lips. She gets out of the booth and puts her number on the table while mouthing the words, “call me” before walking off. Tom clears his throat, “ so *cough*… uh, this is (Y/N).” You look around and all the boys are taken back from what just happened and they all go silent. The drummer looks at you and instantly holds his hand out to shake your hand, “Hi (Y/N), I’m Tommy!” he says grinning from cheek to cheek. One by one the boys introduce themselves, Vince, Mick, and finally Sixx. You looked back at Tom and winked, you knew that the band would sign themselves to Elektra records after what you just did. Nikki celebrated by slamming the drummer’s head against the table, you don’t know why but you have a feeling you’re going to like these boys. You can’t help that you find their drummer extremely attractive either.

You and Tom leave the boys and go home to watch your favorite late night talk show with David Letterman. You lay in bed with Tom as you laugh along to David, “I really like those boys,” you say with a gentle smile looking up at Tom. You can only see his figure in the dark but you knew he was there. “yeah, me too,” he chuckles. “I think the drummer is cute,” you respond placing your palm on your forehead wishing you hadn’t, you regret what just came out of your mouth. Tom sits up and looks at you, “(Y/N), no.. that’s a bad situation waiting to happen.” He holds out his arm and puts them around your neck to wrestle you, he was so childish sometimes. “Fine, I won’t do anything.. ok dad?” You always joked around with him by calling him dad when he would talk to you in a stern way, it was funny. “but,” you said quietly. “No! He probably gets with 10 girls a night and I don’t want him to hurt you or I’ll have to stick one of those drum sticks up his ass.” You both go silent and you don’t remember falling asleep.

A few days pass and the band was leaving for their next city while touring around the US. You and Tom decide to tag along seeing as now the band had a full team. Tom was there to make sure things went smoothly for their record deal, Doc was their now band manager and you felt like you were kind of his sidekick in some ways. Then there was you, you were kind of just there to have fun. The band did some stupid shit but in some ways you thought you were too wild for even them. Everyone rode in a tour bus that Elektra records paid for. “Man, this is sick!” Vince said climbing aboard the long tan bus. The seats inside resembled couches and the back of the bus had beds on the sides with one big room in the back which the boys and you decided to later give it to Doc. This was your home for the next 6 months and you were not complaining. Vince ran to the back of the bus as fast as he could, “ooOOOo, I’m going to have so much fun back here bringing girls here after shows!!” he says while humping and smacking the air imitating him fucking a girl doggie style. “Not if I get to first,” you yell at him while sticking your tongue out you pass him to jump on the bed. Tommy runs after you and also jumps on the bed. You and the drummer boy started jumping like children before he grabbed you and flipped you over his back in the fireman carry position. He playfully smacked your ass as your punched his lower back hanging upside down, you couldn’t stop laughing. Tommy spun you around before throwing you back down onto the bed. He hovered over you and you stared longingly into his blue eyes, they were like staring into an ocean that you wanted to admire all day. The two of you shared silence before the room filled with awkward coughing and clearing of throats. You knew Tommy had a girlfriend who he “supposedly” loved. Her name was Roxie and she was the perfect girl for a rock star, she had the dark hair and the red lips. You couldn’t compete, and you remembered that Tom told you not to pursue it anyways, maybe he was right.

You got up and walked back to stand with Tom, he made an irritated face at you and you felt like a puppy who was getting in trouble for peeing in the house when you didn’t feel like you did anything wrong. “Nice going dude,” Nikki patted Tommy’s shoulder as he took a seat in one of the couch seats. “ yeah, whatever man.” He started swinging the drum sticks in his hand. You and the band were actually on your way to pick up Roxie while you thought to yourself that you wanted her to just stay home, this summer could’ve been great getting to know Tommy. You put a stop to your thoughts and look up at Tom who was already looking at you, he mouthed the word “stop” as you rolled your eyes at him. You thought to yourself again, what if I just hooked up with a different band member, it doesn’t have to be Tommy.. this summer was about fun. You thought about Vince, nope, he probably has an STD. Mick was sweet but you felt like he would suck your blood in the middle of the night. That left Nikki, Tommy’s best friend. Nikki was hot and mysterious but you didn’t think he was that into you. Operation get Nikki to like you was a go, you smiled to yourself and looked over to Nikki. Nikki winked back at you and little did you know that Tommy was staring at both of you with stirring jealousy in his eyes.

#machine gun kelly #tommy lee #the dirt #mgk #mgk imagine #rockstar #netflix #nikki sixx

[wordtoadina]

Addiction

It's 7:03pm and it's starting to get dark outside. I won't be able to see much of anything around here in about an hour. Thank God it's the middle of the summer, at least I can leave the windows open at night. The refrigerator only has a carton of spoiled milk and an open can soda I've been making the most of for the past two days.

My mom hasn't been home since Thursday. Just like all the other nights, tonight is no different.

I take the last sip of the soda and toss it in the garbage. I'll grab something to eat once I head out. Even though I don't quite know when that'll be. Dude from the corner hasn't whistled for me in a while.

"Mr. Rigsby" a voice interrupted.

I fell asleep in the lobby, waiting for my mom to be signed out. This was the third time she's been in rehab and hopefully her last. I came to take her out for lunch. Today is her birthday. I looked up at the lady who called me.

"ID?" she asked.

I went into my wallet and the family picture I had of us from years ago slipped out. I honestly haven't seen her smile like that since. Those were the good days. Before I could put it back, I heard a familiar laugh.

"How do you still have that photo?" my mom asked. She laughed again.

I greeted her with a hug. "You'd be surprised at what stuff I still have" I  laughed back.

She looked good, considering. Her sand brown hair was brushed back into a neat ponytail. Her skin with a slight glow. The drugs used to drain every inch of her beauty. It used to be troubling to see her high. Sometimes, it still is. Images like that don't just go away.

"Ronny called to wish me a happy birthday" she said, once we got in the car.

I sucked my teeth. "Fuck that nigga straight up" I said. She sighed. "I wish you'd stop mentioning him to be all the way honest with you!" Ronny was my dad's best friend. He was also responsible for getting my mother hooked when my dad passed away.

"He means well T" she said.

After her first program, he started coming back around, which placed her back in the program a second and now third time. I blame him, still. "He means well? What man is okay with being behind the destruction of a woman with a kid? Bruh never meant well and never will so stop fucking with him!" I said, raising my voice.

"He calls from time to time checking on me" she said. "Since you don't visit much"

I laughed so hard. Who does she think is paying for her to get clean? Again. Damn sure not Ronny. "I can't drive out here as much as you'd like. I don't have time for that. Someone has to pay for your way through another wasted program."

She rolled the window down and lit her cigarette. She stared into the clouds rubbing her head.

"Terrell this isn't easy. I'm trying, okay?" she sighed.

"Aight ma" I said, reaching for her free hand. She gripped mine back.

We turned into her favorite diner not too far from the facility. She ordered waffles and macaroni. I ordered pasta with spaghetti sauce and garlic knots.

"T, you don't want your food?" she asked.

My mom was high, dancing around what she considered to be a living room. It hardly had room for a loveseat and coffee table, but it was hers. She didn't care.

"Ma I'm good" I said, checking my watch.

"A cup of noodles and slice bread is too poor for you? Starve yourself then" she shrugged, still prancing around with powder on her nose.

"I just stopped by to wish you a happy 31st" I said, getting up. I gave her a hug and left.

Four years later, and I always eat "noodles and bread" on her special day. She never notices, not that she would know even know why.

The drive back was quiet. She stared out the window the entire time. I don't know if it was to keep from arguing or because she wasn't too happy about having to go back. I pulled up to the building and got out to open her door.

"At least I raised somewhat of a gentleman" she smiled.

I could say otherwise but I smirked instead.

"How do you afford this nice car anyway T?" she asked, looking back at the car.

I drove a bluestone BMW 5 series. It had dark tints and blacked out rims. The black and grey interior was customed with my intials embroidered on the head rest. It wasn't hard on the eyes so I didn't drive it everywhere, to stay on the safe side.

"I work ma" I laughed. "Money doesn't grow on trees"

She looked at me stale faced. I knew for a while that she might have had an idea that I was dealing but it wasn't for me to tell her. I'd prefer she didn't know but after Ronny ran into me one night on the block, there wasn't much to deny. I'm sure he wasn't in a rush to tell her I'm the one he cops from though, his bitch ass. If she knew any good, she'd get rid of him. Better her than me. I'd hate to have to put him six feet under. I'm sure my pops would love that.

She signed herself back in. "Take care of yourself son" she said.

"I'm out here, where you need to be. Focus on getting better." I said, kissing her on the forehead.

It's crazy how many times I've watched my mom leave. Even at 19, it still gets to me.

My phone rang. I looked down to see a text alert from Sega. He's had me under his wing since I was 14. We've never been big on labels but he was like a second father to me.

Boss: U still in Ashbrook?  Im headed back now Boss: Hit the dropbox for me Bet

In my five years of knowing Sega, he's not one to trust many. He had two right hand men. Cliff, who got pinched last year after his girlfriend was pillow talking to an informant and Kilo, who got caught out in Bayway with tons of weight on him. He hasn't been able to pay up since. His only saving grace was his sister is Sage's baby mother. Saved by the bloodline. It makes me wonder how many times I've been saved at the likes of my dad. Hell, even my mom. Or vice versa.

"Get the fuck on Nicole!" he yelled.

I heard a voice say, coming from my mother's apartment. Listening to the tone of his voice, I knew she owed him money.

"Come on man. You know I'll give it right back. I had to turn my lights on." she sighed. It had been two weeks since they were on.

"Nah I'm not falling for that right back bullshit. Last time you owed me, you never paid the full $60. Luckily your boy came through for me." the vvoice said.

Sounds of her rummaging through her bag echoed off the empty walls.

"Okay okay. What if I give you $7 now? You can get him to run off the rest?" she asked.

As I got closer, I could hear him laughing but not in a funny way. He seemed to be irritated. At this point, I was too. "I'm not getting Sonny caught up in your mess, Nicole. You're tripping!" he yelled.

The only person who called me Sonny was the dude from the corner. I stood in the hallway completely taken back. I wasn't sure what was more upsetting, my mom throwing me under the bus or figuring out who she was throwing me under the bus to.

"I know you got him on the block, Sega." my mom said.

He sucked his teeth.

"I'm trying to do right by your boy off the strength of him making a few collects for me but we can part ways if you're going to keep jeffin' with me about my money." he said.

"Don't do me like that" she whined.

Nobody wants to hear their parent begging for anything, especially not drugs. I was near the door when he walked out. He noticed me standing there.

"Wassup Sonny?" he dapped me up. "You good?" I nodded my head, not sure what to make of the conversation I heard. "I might need you later today. I'll whistle for you." I nodded again. He dapped me up a second time sliding a $20 bill in my hand. "And get you something to eat" he said.

An hour later, I pulled up to the Briggs, where Sega meets his plug. The place was gated, well secured, and had cameras from every angle of the three-story white bricked house. The community alone read "rich people only". I entered in the code and the heavy plated gate slid open.

I parked the car and put my stash in the safety box I had installed under the floormat. I reached over, took my gun out the glove compartment, and got out. Dude at the door tried to say I couldn't go inside with my piece. I laughed, and looked around for Joey.

"He's good G!" he yelled, waving dude away from the top of the stairs. He came down in a bathrobe and slippers.

Joey is your typical white boy who learned how to whip up every drug possible in his parent's basement, out of boredom, because they were always out of town working. His sandy beach hair fell every which way. He was the most sloppiest yet put together person I've met. I didn't know if to take him serious or finesse him for everything he had.

"I see you're still on your Hugh Heff shit, huh?" I joked, as we headed to his office.

"This is grown man shit" he dapped me and laughed.

I took the bands of money out my pocket and sat them on the desk. "This is grown man shit" I said.

"Strictly business?" he smirked.

"Only business" I answered.

Sega knew I wasn't too crazy about plugging with Joey. He seemed to be a hit away from losing product. His whole operation could be easily ran through, by a bunch of bitches at that. If the right one got word of how loopy he was, he'd be wiped out for sure. We haven't had any issues with getting product on time though so since it was still a go for Sega,  it was still a go for me.

"Well let's get to it" Joey said and placed the money in the machine. It counted 5,000. He nodded an okay. I grabbed the case of coke off the desk and dapped him up. "Be cool out there."

"Indeed" I said.

We’re set

Boss: Pull up in 30

Bet

Knowing Sega, he meant at least 45 minutes so I stopped to grab a beer and a pack of Newports. I walked out and noticed a girl at the gas pump staring. I ignored her and hopped back in the car.

A horn beeped. Twice. Who the hell is this?

As I pulled out the parking spot, I drove along side her car and rolled down my window. Her pretty caramel skin was chilled by the evening air, with her hair covering enough to keep her warm but not enough to hide the freckles that sprinkled across the middle of her face. I'd never seen her before. She stepped from around her car. The wiff of her scent made my dick jump. She smelled of honey and rose petals.

"Do I know you?" I asked.

"No" she blushed.

"So what'd you honk for?" I asked.

She shifted her weight like I was making her nervous. "You deal, right?

"Deal what, cards?" I laughed hard. Her body language wasn't alarming so I didn't get the vibe that it was a setup but her straight forward answer caught me off guard.

"I know Sega..." she sad, before I cut her off.

Not many knew him by that name. "You should've said that first" I laughed. I was in the clear for sure. "What do you need?"

Her face warmed up a bit. "You have a blunt or two?" She asked. She seemed uncomfortable but whatever it was, it wasn't because of me.

"I don't" I shook my head. "But I know a guy.."

The freckles on her face tightened a little. After I gave her his number, she got back in her car. Before I could get her name, or number for that matter, she drove off. I was left with the smell of honey and rose petals lingering. Maybe she'll sound familiar to Sega.

When I pulled in his driveway, he was outside smoking. Lena wasn't really the "blunts in the house" type. We talked for a little, about visiting my mom. I mentioned her still being in contact with Ronny. The thought of black balling him came to mind. One phone call would shut down all of his connects in the street.

"I appreciate you hitting the drop earlier" Sega said, putting out his blunt.

"You know that's nothing" I waved him of. He had sent me the last few times to re-up. Had he asked someone else, they would've tensed up. I didn't think much of it. Work is work.

"I still remember sending you on a few collects when you stayed on Homestead" he said.

That place was far from home. I knew it and he knew it but it was the only place I knew I was safe. There, and on his couch. Dude from the corner whistled for me. That's always a quick few bucks to last me some days. My mother finally had the lights cut back on so I didn't have to worry about leeaving the windows open.

You'd think with the government checks she got from dad's SSI, we'd be living prettier. It appeared to be a nice life if you were on the outside looking in. We stayed in a nice sized two bedroom, one bathroom apartment. But it was practically empty. She sold majority of the furniture and blew  every penny on drugs or debts she owed for drugs. There really was no difference. I keep telling her that shit isn't going to bring him back.

"Wassup Sonny?" dude asked.

I never knew his name. In my head, he was always "dude from the corner". I figured the less I asked, the more he'd whistle for me. Everyone else was in his face for a way in, while I just wanted a way out. If scaring a few crackheads and popping up on a few coke fiends here and there kept me fed, I was with it.

"Wassup"  I nodded.

"Let's take a drive" he said, walking to his car.

For dude to be a drug dealer, he was clean. His hair was cut low with a light fade, tapered in the back. His chain was a plain cuban link. He drove a black on black Range Rover with classic rims. At one point, he ran a gentleman's sports bar. Now he used it to flush the drug money.

Nothing about his husttle was fancy. I respected that.

We hopped in the car and drove for about 20 minutes. We pulled up to an apartment building that was high rise, like mine. Dude showed me a photo, told me how much was owed, and gave the apartment number. Before I got out, he handed me the 9mm. It was always an empty clip.

"Dad, please forgive me!" I whispered, to myself. I knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" the voice asked.

"The IRS" I said, holding back my laugh.

"The IR-" he said, slowly opening the door.

I pushed it all the way, knocking him down. He struggled to get back on his feet. Another voice yelled. I turned to see his girlfriend frozen in place. With the gun at his head, I lifted him up by the collar of his shirt. "Where's the $120?" I asked.

"I have it" he said, still shook. "It's in my wallet on the counter!"I nudged him in the direction of the kitchen. He walked over and took the cash out. It was only $80.

"Don't play with me" I placed the gun back near his head.

"Ok.. Okay. Hold on." he studdered, reaching in his pants pocket. "I got it!" He handed me two twenty dollar bills.

"Next time it won't be knocking on the door" I grabbed the money and left.

I lowkey owed Sega my life. He put me on, even when he didn't want to. And most of the niggas he had under him would never understand that.

He started breaking down the coke.

"Kilo asked me to move a few packs to make back the rest of what he owes me" he said. I chuckled. "But you know he started back selling bud, right?" he laughed. I chuckled again.

I nodded my head. "He hit me up the other day and told me" A set of freckles flashed in my head. "Cause I ran his number to some girl at the gas station on my way over here."

"But Lena didn't cop plea for him this time" he said.

She had been on his back about cutting her brother out of the rotation. Business was business though. Kilo knew that.

"She should know you can't sweep that under the rug" I said.

"You feel me?" he laughed.

"Speaking of knowing you.. Shorty at the gas station said she knew you." I said.

"She knew me?" he asked, his face puzzled.

"She asked me if I had a few blunts on me. That's how I ended up passing her Kilo's number. Knew you by Sega, too."  He still looked confused. "Brown skin, golden brown hair, freckles." Then his face lit up.

"Oh shit... Domo?" he said.

By the way he said her name, I knew they had history. The kind of history I was unsure of. How his face lit up, I wouldn't be surprised if he smashed.

"I haven't jeffed with her in a minute" he said. "It's been months since she copped from me." My face then being puzzled. He caught my confusion and nodded. "Yeah. She used to hit me up faithfully."

I don't know why I was so shocked. Maybe because I thought she was too pretty to pass off as someone who did coke. But then again, not everyone looks like the skeletons in their closet. She didn't even smell of sin. Damn.

"But she's got a good head on her shoulders" he said, interrupting my thoughts. "And not like that" he said.

I laughed. At least they didn't fuck.