#alicia mountain

[crossbills]

from “What I Loathe in Others I Like in You” by Alicia Mountain (High Ground Coward, University of Iowa Press, 2018)

[these-summer-nights-in-december]

"With Holding Hands" by Alicia Mountain

from Zone 3, Vol. 30, No. 2, Fall 2015

[woodsfae]

Keeping quiet when I want to howl is old work, the day labor that never breaks me even. In some accounting, This was worth every minute of leisure, of lemonade, of cool, sugared longing The horizon puts her feet up, stretched out across hills that bloom, even while they burn. There is no sovereign above her. This is no return ticket between us. I took my body with me, took my book. I am not trying to be good. Double knot your high tops, turn backwards your hat. Walk the highest hill until you see that what you buried can't be driven out of me.

Four in Hand. Alicia Mountain. 2023.

[satansapartments]

thank you matt douglas for this enlightening glimpse into the recording of bleed out <3

[terabyte-teddybear]

"you can't be afraid to help" an aubrey "the lady flame" little playlist

black punk / rico nasty

fire / sleeping with sirens

burn / alkaline trio

wear black / the mountain goats

rule #5: james picard / fish in a birdcage

de selby (part 2) / hozier

how could you ever (lie) / meet me @ the altar

how to save a life / the fray

shadow song / the mountain goats

girl on fire / alicia keys

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[mangoscriber]

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Continuing in my design process for my LatAm AiW (Alicia en el Pais de Maravillas) the grand question on how to design another human like character came up. Changing the animal characters to other animals is one thing but just like the mad hatter what can I do with humans? At first I started looking into trickster spirits in various LatAm and Caribbean lore. The research was hard and endless but then I had an idea with the playing in the concept of Sun and Moon. Everywhere around the world in old belief systems the Sun and the Moon are always connected to one another. Whether it be husband and wife, siblings, or parental, the two celestial objects are tethered to each other. After coming up with the connected opposites concept now came their design. I was looking into how I could display this concept of sun and moon while connecting it to the theme of showing LatAm and Caribbean culture. A people I have always been fascinated by are the descendants of the Inca Empire. The Qero’s people that live the Cusco region in Peru cloth themselves in these brilliant hot pinks and red poncho’s decorated in beautiful geometric design with even more colors. And they adorn their heads in woolen hats with colorful pom pom’s. I just knew I had to use them as my inspiration in the look for my twins. I had to be careful to not create the twins into caricatures of REAL people. I’d like to think I as able to achieve that as nothing is an exaggeration of the Qero people. The names Inti and Killa are sun and moon in Quechua which is an umbrella term for the various dialects that spoken by the Indigenous of the Andes mountains. Hope my little ramble helped in understanding the design of these twins. :)

[firstfullmoon]

I know what it’s like to be afraid of something that may or may not happen. I know what it’s like to be preoccupied. I know what it’s like to put my quarters in the washing machine and forget if I ever took my dirty jeans out of the closet and put them in the bag to be washed. I know what it’s like to feel something both immense and vague while being engrossed in the specific. I know what it’s like to be scared that this life is my life. I know what it’s like to be scared that I am not who I am, or be scared that I am who I am. I know what it’s like, I am trying to say, to be alive when being alive means nothing more than being alive. The laundry every other week. The dread of what should not give me dread. The cold pizza on the counter. I haven’t called my mother in a long time.

— Devin Kelly, Ordinary Plots: Alicia Mountain’s “A Deer Mistaken for a Statue of a Deer”

[undercovercannibal]

Alicia Mountain, from "The Book Is a Hungry Darkness", Thin Fire

[tubborucho]

Tina, Tubbo, Bad – Can a lone wolf join a pack?

More Blue Co-Leaders web weaving for y’all :D

taglist: @pastelvangelion @smallz-o @salineroses @dynamicworms @cindersnows @deadfishisyeq @snyland @missstrawberry @frubbotoxicyuri @haloberry @mobcharacter255 @thecardboardbutterfly @avianchorus @therearethornsinthisgarden @qtubbo @an-egghead

credits:

1. https://pin.it/4QUfg1r

2. https://pin.it/1bz1bgr

3. “As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks” Susan Sontag

4. “Mirror Traps” Hera Lindsay Bird

5. “The Book is a Hungry Darkness” Alicia Mountain

6. https://pin.it/1MkoUdr

7. https://pin.it/28xYCoY

8. https://pin.it/3GZskBy

9. https://pin.it/38PFr4U

10. https://pin.it/7kVs02L

[cerastes]

Bro any time I think about Valkyria Chronicles I laugh my nipples off, the game is fundamentally flawed gameplaywise but, simultaneously, it's stupidly fun, which is the recipe for any club banger, it has a story that weaves flawlessly between "that's pretty poignant" and "this is some goofy goober shit", it's got the horrors of war but also this fucking pig piece of shit mascot, Hans,

It's an amalgam of white and black without any gray: It exists on extremes, and it never intersects, it's playing two parallel lines and coming to terms with the fact that you'll never see cohesion but that somehow enhances the end product in ways evidently no one intended. You have narrative comparisons with the persecution of jews and, at the same time, the game ends with the bad guy getting German Suplexed.

But I think the funniest aspect of Valkyria Chronicles The First is that the main character is the farthest thing from a war hero they could possibly muster with the expertise of a stoic Japanese swordsmith from the mountains crafting a god-cleaving blade: Welkin.

This Scout From TF2 Put Through An Anime Filter looking mother fucker was chilling in his hometown talking about how much he wanted to be a teacher and showing people his really good sketches of animals because he's also a gifted artist, when suddenly, the Dudes attack, and his reaction to the Dudes attacking is "hang on, I recall my dad hiding his actual service tank in the shed in the back" so he goes and, yeah, his dad's tank from a previous war is just there, chilling, so he takes it for a joy ride while the town baker, Alicia, armed with a rifle and infinite action economy due to the afore mentioned flawed gameplay, sweeps the entire god damn platoon of heavily armed machine gun troops.

The entire game is Welkin using his love for nature and his baker love interest to inflict insane personnel and materiel damage to an entire empire: Welkin and Alicia will come across a heavily fortified bridge, and the dialogue will go something like

"Welkin! They will pulverize us with the heaviest machine guns known to man if we step one foot in that bridge! They practically developed wooden low-orbit bombardment stations! What's the plan!"

"Well... Look at that duck over there. It's flying from the east to the west, right? Well, YOU SEE, that duck is known as a Balkunese Socioduck, and those, during this season, migrate from west to east, and they only exhibit this irregular flight path if a Matrisgel Weasel family is molting by the juniper berry bushes, their favorite food. Matrisgel Weasels only ever molt if they are put under the exact amount of stress caused to them by the sound of distant tank threads on the road, and they are known to hide in sturdy, stable soil."

"Welkin, SIR, what the fuck does this all mean?"

"If we follow the smoldering shrieking of the molting weasels, we'll find a SECRET PATH that will, as always, let us ambush, flank, and surprise our foes! Alicia, you know what to do."

"Ogggeyyyyy"

and then, invariably, no matter the level, thanks to Welkin's impressive knowledge of fauna and flora, and Alicia's literally infinite action economy in a game that wasn't properly beta tested in-house during development, they combine their powers like a piss poor Captain Planet and kill the absolute shit out of an entire Empire's worth of dudes, and it's legitimately one of the most fun and charming games you'll ever touch if you remember to not take it too seriously. I fucking hate Hans but I love this game.

[pimosworld]

The ties that bind

Pairing-Dave York x f!reader x Frankie Morales

Series Summary-Dave is a private investigator who tracks down soulmates. He's tasked to find Frankie's, but what happens when he finds you and wants you all to himself?

CW-18+,NSFW,MDNI, Fluff, teasing, shower sex,Dom Dave, MMF dynamics, voyeurism, Unprotected piv,Protective best friend.

WC-3.6K

A/N- Happy Frankie Friday. I know it’s been awhile but I have not abandoned these three. New chapters will be slow going because life happens but I still have a lot in store for them.

[Main Masterlist][Series Masterlist]

Not beta read

Chapter VII

You don’t remember the last time you woke up this peacefully. It almost feels like you’re dreaming being squished between these two bodies under a mountain of Egyptian cotton comforters. All you can see in a cloud of fluffy white is two distinct brown mops of hair. You want to run your fingers through it, the way you did last night. You think better of yourself and decide not to wake them for your own personal reasons. 

  Speaking of not waking them. You’re in a precarious position, you try to sit up against the headboard to extract yourself from the covers but a large hand pins you down. Frankie huffs a little and slides even closer to you. He seems to be still in dream land as does Dave so you quickly drape his arm across you. It buys you a moment to slide up just as he gravitates towards the other man. It makes you laugh how desperate he is for a warm body to snuggle up to. It’s a little bit more of acrobatics to climb over them as you land softly on the carpeted floor. 

  The only clothing item of yours in reach is your tight black dress from the night before so you opt for Dave’s dress shirt. You glance down at your phone tossed aside on the loveseat and curse yourself when you see a litany of notifications. You definitely need to call your best friend and fill her in on the details. Maybe not all the details but at least let her know you’re okay. 

  Alicia

  So? 

  Call me

  Missed call

  Are you alive? 

  You better have got dicked down by one of them

  I’m just kidding 

  Missed call 

  Only slightly kidding babe

  I’m gonna come down there and bang on your door

  Incoming call

  “Hello.” 

  “Oh my god, why do you even have a phone?” You feel slightly bad at the panicked tone. 

  “Sorry.” You say in a hushed voice. 

  “Why are you whispering?” 

  “Just…let me step outside.” You glance around and see the two men still sound asleep and head out into the balcony. 

  “Outside? Outside where?” Her shrill voice cuts in as the morning sun blasts you. 

  “The balcony Alicia.” You glance down hoping no one can see you but it seems way too high for anyone to notice. 

  “Those rooms don’t have balconies.” She says. 

  “The penthouse does.” All mischief in your tone as you hear her sharp intake of breath. 

  “The fucking penthouse!” She shrieks and you instinctively turn around as if they can hear her through the phone. 

  Your laugh sets hers off as you bounce giddily on your feet. “Yes, that’s what I said.” 

  She takes a deep breath and you prepare yourself for the influx. “So what was it like? I mean did you even do anything or did you guys just talk?…Who am I even kidding of course you didn’t just talk. Did you fuck both of them?” She’s completely spiraling now and you can’t even remember her first question. “Holy shit did they fuck each other? I’ve always wanted to be with two guys, you just checked something off my bucket list.” 

  “Okay, okay, breathe.” Your stomach hurts from laughter as you fidget with the hem of Dave’s shirt. “I’m not sure how me doing something checks it off your bucket list.” 

  “So you’re saying?” You shake your head at the slight lilt in her tone. 

  “I’m saying….I had an amazing night and I’d like to talk to you about it in person.” She groans but concedes. Much like your friendship you always understood each other. 

  “You know? It’s a beautiful day to hit the beach.” 

  You sigh as you look out onto the horizon. The aquamarine shore gives way to the dark blues as the water grows deeper. “Ya it is, we should go.” 

  “Yes…all of us should go.” Her insistence leaves no room for argument and you wouldn’t dare pass up an opportunity to let her blow off a little steam. You may have forgiven them but you know your best friend had some words for them since that night at the bar. 

  “Okay babe, I’ll talk to them when they wake up and come up with a plan.” 

  “When they wake up!? Your pussy must be molded from the gods if you fucked them to sleep.” 

  You groan as the balcony door opens and you nearly drop your phone. “Text you the deets, gotta go.” 

  You hear the tail end of a sentence as you hang up the phone. Dave is smirking at you as he leans in the doorway, dressed in his black boxers and nothing else.In the daylight he’s a marvel. His thick thighs that bracketed you between him. His defined waist and the small tuft of hair just below his belly button, his toned chest and that smirk he’s giving you because you realize you’re staring. 

  “See something you like?” His morning voice drops with want and you bite your lip as you nod your head. 

  He crosses his arms over his chest as he dips his chin. “Well I see something that belongs to me.” 

  “Oh sorry.” You gesture down at the shirt and your exposed thighs. “It was the first thing I saw.” 

  “I wasn’t talking about the shirt hummingbird.” He stalks toward you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he pins you against the window. You’re too high up for anyone to see anything but his body shields you as he runs his hands along your thighs, dragging his shirt up with them. He dips his head as you wrap your arms around his neck bringing him into you. It’s so much better than that first kiss, it’s uninhibited as you moan into his mouth. The cool contrast of his hot hands and your body against the cool window is exhilarating. Frankie would be getting quite the show if he was awake. 

  You snake your hand down his chest to palm his cock through his boxers and he whimpers. The sound almost brings you to your knees. 

  You push him back gently as you glance over your shoulder…it would be selfish to wake Frankie and you certainly can’t fuck on this balcony, at least not the first time with him. Sensing your thoughts he pulls your chin to face him. “You want to take a shower?” Your words are still caught in your throat so you nod as he releases your chin. He takes your hand in his as you glance down at your phone. You blink twice seeing the time still counting down on the call. I thought I hung up? 

  You raise the phone to your ear and give him an apologetic smile. “Hello?”

  “So you’ll give me the details after the shower.” You give her a hushed yes as she laughs on the other end. “Molded from the gods.” 

  “Okay bye.” 

  ****

  You’re leaning against the bathroom wall admiring the way his back flexes as he turns on the water. Holding his hand under the stream until it’s the right temperature. In your haste last night you didn’t really get a chance to look around the room. The large ceiling to floor windows and the marble tiles. The crushed velvet couches and the large work desk. It’s the most expensive room you’ve ever been in. The large dual shower with the rain water setting makes it look so luxurious. You may be getting ahead of yourself but you could get used to this. 

  “As much as I love the way you look in my clothes, I need this off.” He steps in front of you, his large hands work the small buttons of his shirt as he pushes it down your shoulders. His hands are cold from the water and he sees you shiver as his fingers graze your exposed breast. His lips find your shoulder as the shirt falls to your feet. He leaves little open mouth kisses down your arm and across your chest as he backs you up into the shower, helping you over the small ledge so you don’t trip. 

  “Well I need those off if you’re going to join me.” You gesture at his boxers and he slowly drags them down his thighs as he holds your eye contact. It’s hard to concentrate on one thing as your eyes flit down to his cock settled heavy between his thighs. His hooded gaze as he stares you down, challenging you to stay focused. 

  He steps into your space, the steam rolling off him as he steps under the water. His hands find your waist as he pulls you into him, dipping his head to your neck as he breathes in your scent. The water cascading off his body onto yours as he holds you close. It’s pure torture as he teases you, his cock between your thighs as he grinds your hips into him, the tip just barely brushing against your clit makes you gasp and he catches it with his mouth over yours. 

  “Dave please.” You whimper as he uses your body and he chuckles against your mouth. 

  “Patience hummingbird…we’re supposed to be getting clean.” He’s enjoying this, the slow build of anticipation as he turns you to face the water. 

  He squeezes some of the fancy hotel soap in his palms that smells like tea tree and vanilla. His lathered hands work their way over your shoulders and across your rib cage as you lean back into his broad chest. You can feel him achingly hard against your back but he has all the patience in the world apparently. He cups your breast in one hand as he rolls your nipple between his fingers, reveling in the way you hiss through your teeth. 

  He’s got you so keyed up you forget that you have cards to play as well. 

  You reach back, stroking his length as he thrusts into your hand. You chuckle as he curses under his breath while you steadily work him over. “You want to play this game sweetheart?” He grits out as his hand travels south, one arm snaking around to trap you against him. 

  You’re pinned but you can still manage to move your wrist as he dips his fingers between your folds, rubbing your clit with his thumb. An inaudible sound escapes you and you clamp your hand over your mouth. 

  “Don’t be quiet now hummingbird.” He growls in your ear as he pumps his fingers in and out. He pulls your hand away from your mouth as you pant out his name. 

  “I don’t want to wake…fuck.” You try to gather yourself as he curls his fingers. “Frankie.” 

  “Oh honey you fucked Frankie already.” He taunts you as he takes you apart. His words and his actions have you on the precipice of your climax. 

  “Fuck I’m so close..” The wet sounds of your bodies rubbing against each other and the cascade of the shower have thoroughly disguised your eager onlooker. 

  “Come for him.” You gasp at the sound of Frankie’s voice as Dave chuckles in your ear. Your hand grips his wrist as you try to cling to the last bit of sanity you have left. He swallows your cries with his lips as your head falls back to his shoulder. Relishing in the way he has you wrapped up so tight against him. If not for his strong arms holding you up you’d be in a puddle on the tile floor. 

  The sound of the other shower springing to life registers as Dave whispers praises in your ear. These men are seemingly already in some kind of easy morning routine where they can peel all your layers back. It’s almost not fair how comfortable they are sharing you when you wanted them to squirm a little. But you asked for this. 

  Dave’s hands haven’t left your body as the steam builds clouding your vision. His fingers grip and pull at your waist as you feel the faint evidence of their hands on you from the night before. It’s like he’s burning his memory into you, not wanting to let you go for fear that this is all some dream. He spins you around and presses you against the cool tile wall. You gasp and he chuckles as he flashes those pearly white teeth at you.  The stark differences between him and Frankie have you reeling. You can tell he’s having too much fun playing with you as he stares at you with those deep brown eyes. The water drips off his dark hair as it rolls down the slope of his nose. He’s fucking beautiful.

  You don’t know which way is up as you brace your hands against his chest when he dives down to kiss your neck. You can hear a groan from across the room as he wraps your leg around his hip, angling it just so that he can continue his torturous teasing. The slick sound of Frankie working himself over as Dave glances back and bites down hard on his lip to keep from coming at the sight. 

  “How rude of me.” He pants out as he turns your body slightly, nearly lifting your other foot off the floor. “I’m blocking the view.” 

  You let out a soft moan as Frankie’s eyes bore into you while Dave stretches you open. Notching your thigh higher up on his waist as he rolls his hips into you. You just might pass out from the sensations as shivers rack your body. 

  “Dave…fuck, it’s so…” He takes the words out of your mouth as he picks up the pace, practically working in tandem as Frankie feverishly fists his cock. You struggle to keep your toes on the ground as the lewd sounds of your moans echo off the walls. 

  Dave slows his pace as he glances over his shoulder. “I bet he’s thinking about how fucking tight this pussy is.” 

  Fuck. Frankie thinks he might have died and gone to heaven or he’s getting dangerously close to passing out from the steam and exertion. He doesn’t want to come before you but the way Dave is whispering in your ear and pushing you against the wall, he’s not sure how much longer he’s gonna last. The ripples in his back as he flexes his muscles. The way he grips your thigh and the way your toes curl when he hits that spot deep inside. It’s better than any porn he’s ever watched. He knows what it feels like to be inside you, to know what it sounds like when you’re close to the edge. 

  Your mouth hangs agape against Dave’s arm as your eyes rove up and down Frankie’s body like it’s a work of art. You look like a similar figure as the water rolls off the both of you and you cling to him for dear life desperately trying to keep your eyes from rolling in the back of your head. 

  Dave’s lips meet yours in a soft and sweet kiss. A complete juxtaposition to the way he’s dismantling you before you’ve even had your morning coffee. 

  “I think he wants us to come first hummingbird.” He smirks at you as he leans in whispering in your ear. “Maybe next time you’ll let us fuck you together.” 

  Frankie doesn’t hear the last part, but he can hear you as you come apart for the second time. Dave’s strong arms holding you against the wall as he works you through it. He can see the brief stutter as he fills you up and that sends Frankie over the edge as he lets out a loud groan and spills onto the tile below. 

  You’re floating as a blast of cold water washes over you and you faintly hear Dave curse, or Frankie you’re not entirely sure at this point. Your nerves frayed and your body spent from the overstimulation. 

  ****

  Two sets of the saddest brown eyes are looking down at you when you come to. You’re wrapped in the fluffiest white robe you’ve ever seen in your life and seem to have been deposited back in the bed. The looks of horror turn to utter confusion when you start laughing at their still slightly damp appearance with matching white towels wrapped around their waist. 

  It’s like the beginning of a wet dream you’re sure you’ve had before, two gorgeous men, half naked standing before you and all you can do is manage a small smile to let them know you’re okay. 

  “Jesus Christ hermosa…you scared the shit out of me.” Dave quickly shoots him a look of disapproval and Frankie corrects his previous statement to “us.” He’ll have to get used to that of course. 

  “I’m so sorry, I got a little carried away.” The bed dips as Dave sits down next to you, cradling your head in his large palm. 

  You place your hand on the outside of his gently brushing your fingers along his knuckles. Hopefully reassuring him you’re perfectly alright. Better than alright in fact. “Don’t be sorry honey, that was amazing.” 

  He’s slightly more taken aback at the pet name. Perhaps the first time you’ve used one with him. He wants to relish in it but maybe you’re just delirious from nearly getting heat stroke, or maybe it’s just comforting to you. Either way he’ll never correct you. 

  “Don’t encourage him.” Frankie is still standing above you, looking less than amused. He hands you a glass of water as you sit up against the headboard. 

  “I seem to recall someone else encouraging as well.” You raise an eyebrow at him and he seems to concede defeat at that. He joins you on the other side and you feel pleasantly cozy, trapped between them. 

  Dave looks down at you slowly, as you start to close your eyes. “We’re gonna have to set some ground rules, seeing as though we almost killed her.” 

  Frankie just hums in approval as he glances down at you. 

  You’re just gonna rest a little more and hope Alicia isn’t too mad that you want to spend a few more moments in your penthouse paradise. 

  ****

  You can tell she wants to say something 

  You could always read your best friend like the back of your hand. It’s almost driving you nuts that she hasn’t said anything. Instead she just smiles at you as you walk hand in hand down to your favorite spot just near the edge of the water. The boys in tow behind you whispering to themselves, yet everytime you turn around they just offer you the same smile as if everything is perfectly normal. 

  To the outside world everything is. It's just two couples, setting up camp in the white sand on the perfect sunny day. The aquamarine waves gently kiss the shore, calling to you as you take off your swim cover up. Not missing the way Alicia’s eyes dart to a few forming bruises on your exposed body. 

  You shoot her a look of drop it and she concedes as she takes hers off and lays it out along the sand. She knows you won’t be joining her as you silently fall into your normal beach routine, her laying out in the sun as you walk towards the waters edge. 

  “So…is Po-I mean Santiago be joining us?” Frankie finally breaks the silence as he nervously adjusts his cap, glancing over to Dave who looks like he’s going to make a break for the water to join you. 

  “Nope.” She pats the sand on either side of her and you hope for their sake she at least had a goodnight.

  You turn your back to them and walk confidently toward the water until the warm sand starts to meet the waves and you dig your feet into the cold dense grit. The sound of the water as it gently kisses your calves and the seagulls above you are all you care about at this very moment. 

  ****

  “She looks happy.” 

  A firm statement Frankie can tell as Alicia keeps her eyes trained on you standing in the water. Dave glances over waiting for her to continue, not wanting to speak until he’s certain he’s supposed to. She has a protective air about her that he respects and also is genuinely terrified of. 

  They both know how fiercely you love each other and with that comes a lot more at stake. Frankie knows more so than Dave that Santiago and Alicia’s relationship thriving is directly tied to how they proceed. She would never put you through the torture of  continuing to date his best friend if things didn’t work out between the three of you. 

  “I don’t think either of us could come back from another heartbreak.” She picks up a small handful of sand and watches it fall like a slip of an hourglass. 

  “We don’t intend on breaking her heart.” Dave says as sincerely as he can without letting on his nervousness. 

  “I’m sure you don’t intend to…but you didn’t intend on lying and you both did a bang up job of  that already.” She levels him with a look and he opts to bite his tongue on that one. Frankie has the decency to look embarrassed even though Dave really should have come clean. 

  “Well consider that our first and last fuck up.” 

  You turn to them seated on the beach. Shielding the sun from your eyes with one hand and waving them over with the other. The brightest smile on your face as you silently plea for them to join you. 

  “I’ll consider it if you keep making her smile like that.” 

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[woodsfae]

Ink Blood Sister Scribe is an excellent book. But it also has an unusual and wonderful quality I don't run into often: it makes me want to write.

Not fanfiction. Many books make me want to dig my own little corner into their world. IBSS makes me want to sit down in front of a blank document and let my own ideas come spilling out.

Alicia Mountain's poetry also makes me feel that way. That quality is something I don't run into often, but it's so lovely when I do! A work of literary art that inspires me to create. What a marvelous gift.

[islandtarochips]

Call of Duty OC: Agnes "Blast" Falagi 💥

Commission Art by @sleepyconfusedpotato ⬆️

A crazy Samoan (and Tongan) girl who is OBSESSED with bombs and would explode anything in her path. She is one of the team members that Kanoa had picked for the rescue mission. If you need anyone to make some CRAZY explosives. She'll be the gal to do the job.

UNIVERSE: Modern Warfare/Modern Warfare 2/Modern Warfare 3

General:

💥 Name: Agnes Falagi 💥 Alias(es): 

Agnes

Falagi

Aggie/Aggy

Blast (by Kanoa)

Blasty (by Nigel)

Sergeant Falagi

Sergeant Blast

Sergeant B (By her teammates and close friends)

Little Yapper (by Callie)

💥 Gender: Female 💥 Age: 20 (MW), 23 (MW2), 24 (MW3) 💥 Birthday: February 11th, 1999 💥 Nationality: United State National 💥 Place of Birth: American Samoa 💥 Home: Utulei, American Samoa 💥 Spoken Languages: English, Samoan (Native), Tongan (Conversational), Arabic (Learning) 💥 Sexuality: Heterosexual 💥 Occupation:

Sergeant of the Army

Sergeant of the Warriors Task Force

Demolition Expert

Explosive Ordnance Disposal (EOD) Specialist

Appearance:

💥 Eye Color: Brown 💥 Hair Color: Brown 💥 Height: 5’3”/160 cm 💥 Scars: 

Wounds: Stabbing wounds on her right thigh (by one of the enemies during the raiding into the Russian's base in Urzikstan)

Scars: Small scars on her knuckles and palms (cutting herself by accident when making the bombs)

💥 Face Claim: Teilor Grubbs

Favorites:

💥 Color: Black and Red 💥 Food: Manapua and Koko Laisa 💥 Drink: Mountain Dew 💥 Flower: Hibiscus and Teuila 💥 Hairstyle: Messy Bun (when she's off-duty) and Tight Bun (on work duty)

Affiliation:

Warriors Task Force:

- General Alana Kalani

- Captain Kanoa Toa

- First Sergeant Tiala "Shark" Toa

- Dr. Aelan Kalani

- Sergeant Nigel "Squirrel" Harrison

- Tama Nikau

- Special Officer Emma Tabua

Urzikstan Liberation Force:

-Commander Farah Karim

Specters/Team Charlie: ( @deeptrashwitch )

- Captain Alicia “Origin” Marchant

- Lieutenant Luke “Harlem” Michaelis

- Sergeant Jackson “Doc” Blackwell

- Sergeant Edward “Eager” Jackson

- Corporal Noah “Cobalto” Garcia

Mexican Special Forces/Los Vaqueros:

- Colonel Alejandro Vargas

- Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra

- Special Officer Alyssa Martinez ( @alypink )

Task Force 141:

- Captain John Price

- Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley

- Sergeant John “Soap” MacTavish

- Sergeant Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

- Charlotte “Jade” Le Jardin ( @sleepyconfusedpotato )

- Sergeant Major Hannah “Sparrow” Clayton ( @revnah1406 )

- Sergeant Annabelle “Kit” Pham ( @applbottmjeens and later joined in the Shadow Company)

Para Special Forces: ( @welldonekhushi )

- Captain Arjun

- Sergeant Aditya Tripathi

- Staff Sergeant Yuvraj Chaudhary

Second Commando Regiment: ( @kaitaiga )

- Captain Lachlan Jones

- Sergeant Damien Whitlock

CIA:

- Station Chief Kate Laswell - Officer Alex Keller

Shadow Company:

- Sergeant Annabelle “Kit” Pham ( @applbottmjeens )

Personality:

💥 Myers Briggs Type: ENFP Agnes has always have that bright and cheerful personality! (all because she doesn’t have any TRAUMA) And she’ll always be the one to cheer her friends/team up whenever she sees them feeling down. She loves meeting new people and will be the first one to greet. But don’t let her fool you for behind that sweet smile, there is CHAOS behind it.

💥 Friendly/Welcoming: There’s a reason why the Captain gave Agnes the position of greeting new members. Because of her warm and welcoming attitude! Have that great friendly smile to let everyone know that she means no harm! (...maybe)

💥 Energetic: Most people kept asking of where did Agnes get those energy. Even during training she is STILL going. What is her secret? That’s for HER to know and for YOU to find out. 💥 Creative: Drawing is her hobbies and she enjoys it every moment of it. She usually draws in her small notebook whenever she gets bored. She’s been drawing ever since she was little! If you want her to draw you, she’ll definitely draw it for you. In exchange for any sweets you have!

Negative Traits:

💥 Chaotic (in an exciting way): Agnes has that thing of whenever she feels overly excited she won’t control it. It’s like a child is having a ZOOMIES. If she sees or even feels the excitement that might overwhelm her. She’ll EXPLODE and go crazy. (not literally)

💥 Talkative: She can talk about ANYTHING that peeps her interests. But the problem is that she CAN’T stop TALKING. The only people that remind her to be quiet are mostly her team or close friends. Because she respected their space so she’ll stop. But with everyone else? Good luck to them.

💥 Mischievous: You should know that both her and her buddy Nigel always have that mischievous thoughts in their heads. And when you saw that grin on her face. It means things are about to go DOWN.

Skills and Abilities:

💥 Fighting Style: Hand-to-Hand Combat, Martial Arts and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu 💥 Weapons: M79 Grenade Launcher, M16 and MK14 💥 Distinct Weapon: Diamondback DB9, Flashbang, Grenades, Pipe Bomb and Esee Izula Knife 💥 Special Skills:

Hyperthymesia: She has great memories. With every little detail she sees, she’ll keep it in her head. And will never forget. So don’t expect her to forget those embarrassing moments that she witnessed from you.

Bomb/Demolition Expert: Knows her way of disarming and creating a bomb. And even knows how to destroy things with other materials too besides using the bombs.

Family:

Malohi Falagi (Father, Deceased)

Mele Finau Falagi (Mother, Alive)

Safaia Finau (Aunty, Mele's Sister, Alive)

Pet:

Beauty (Agnes’s cat, Missing)

Trivia:

💥 Agnes is the ONLY child of the family. So she only grew up with some of her cousins and friends who she considered as siblings.

💥 Agnes started to love making bombs when she started to make fireworks with her dad when she was young. 

💥 She got the nickname “Blast” from Captain Kanoa Toa. Showing how much she loves to explode things with the bombs she had and create. So from her first impressions with him she got that name.

💥Agnes also has a thing for sweets. So make sure that you hide it before she steals it from you. And whatever you do…DON’T ask her if you want some. She’ll deny it and give you a warning look. She’ll share with you if she wants to.

💥Her parents had always called her a “Gifted Child” because of her showing about her memories. At a young age, Agnes could remember every single detail that was around her. And they are very impressed and proud.

💥Spoiled. She’s been spoiled by her parents. Always. But her attitude is not being a spoiled brat? Nah. Her parents may spoil her but her heart knows when to be thankful with her parents gifts. And she loved them very much deeply.

💥Agnes had went to jail once in America for making illegal fireworks. She had insisted to her friends that she can make some for their 4th of July celebration. But little did she know that she had created a BIG one. Causing half of the neighborhood on fire.

Backstory:

February 11th, 1999. Agnes had appeared in this world on an island that she had grown up on. With two parents who had loved her until the end. Ever since she had grown up from her home. Her parents had always made sure that she was loved. And would spoil her. Mostly from her dad. Giving her sweets most of the time which her mother scolded him. But Agnes is not like she’s being a brat of NOT getting what she wanted. She appreciates EVERYTHING that her parents give her!

Her family is a bit poor since her parents don't work but only get a little money from their other family who was supporting them. Her father was a pyrotechnician. Creating fireworks is his specialty and his passion. He told her that an old friend of his who came to the island from China had taught him how when he was running a shop. But it got closed down because of the complaint and the disturbance from people who were using it unnecessarily. So they had to close it and the man had to go back to China. Her father still loves to make it so he usually goes off-island to get some material and make it here at home. And one day, he’ll teach HER how to make it. Which Agnes was really excited about.

When Agnes became a Freshman in High School. Her father started to teach her how to create fireworks (somewhere in the safeplace where no one will get hurt or get burned). He also told Agnes that she should take notes since it’ll take a LOT of steps to remember how to make it. But she insists that she doesn’t need it. Her father just shrugged and taught her how to make it. And once the father is done and let Agnes take her turn. He was shocked to see how fast Agnes was doing and saw she had gotten EVERY single step RIGHT. He has no words on how his daughter even remembers EVERYTHING. So he told his wife about it and she was shocked as well. They did a little test on her about her memories and to their surprise she remembers every little detail of it. So they have called her a “Gifted Child”. This was in 2014 when she’s a Freshman after the summer.

In her Junior years, Agnes had been helping her dad with his shop and doing her homework which she didn't mind. She has a lot of energy to do both! So she’s not worried about having trouble sleeping. While helping her dad to close the shop that night. She saw him coughing so badly that it got to the point of him fainting. She quickly called the ambulance as they took him into the hospital. Her mother and her aunt came in rushing to see them. As they all sat down, the doctor had given them sad news that he has cancer. Which it really broke their hearts to hear this. Her mother was devastated at this news while her aunty is comforting her. Agnes also comforts her mother while trying to think of a way to help her family’s shop. But her father, who already knew the news, had insisted Agnes continue to go to school. In 2016 around October.

And when Agnes had become a Senior when School started. She slowly could see that their money was running low. She wanted to help out but what CAN she do? That’s when her prayer was answered when she saw the poster of a SCIENCE FAIR. With some good money that they are going to give out for a 1st place winner! She HAS to participate. So she already told her parents about it and wanted to do the fireworks for her project. Her dad would gladly help her with it. So the two have been working all day and night as Agnes took every single note of detail about making fireworks. And once that day had come for the Science fair. She had presented her project very well to the judge and her parents were there to see her presenting her stuff. She could see the judges were very impressed by her work and how detailing she had said. So they chose her to be the WINNER! Which her parents are very proud of! But it was too soon when Agnes received her reward, she could see her father had collapsed on the floor. One of the teachers had called an ambulance. She was scared and worried that her father’s time had come. This was in 2017 around March.

2 months had passed and her father had already passed away in April after that incident from the Science Fair. Leaving only her, her mother and her aunt. Agnes had stayed strong and positive for her mother as she worked hard in school. As she kept thinking about her father so much, she bumped into someone accidentally. She saw it was one of the judges from the Science fair. Seeing the woman in her army uniform. She smiled down at Agnes and told her that she would love to talk with her about the project she did. She doesn’t mind and tells her everything she knows about the fireworks. And then the soldier had given her a pamphlet about joining the army. Agnes read it through before she saw the title that says something about bombs and demolition. THAT had gotten her attention. The woman smiled at her and told her everything about being a bomb and demolition expert. They’ll even pay her high price as long as she serves in the military which Agnes was desperate for. The woman had given her before the summer started since she’s leaving on the day AFTER the graduation. So Agnes quickly ran back home and told her mother about it because she thinks it’s a GREAT opportunity to help with the financial problems that they’re struggling with. But her mother disagreed right there. She already lost her husband. She can’t lose her ONLY daughter as well. The Aunt also agreed with the mother but she’s also on Agnes’s side too. For they are struggling with money and most of their family are off-island. So the mother hesitantly agreed with this. Until the day of the graduation, Agnes had already talked to the woman before that day and she’s ready to go on the next day to join the army. This was somewhere in June in 2017 still and she was 18-years-old when she joined in.

Agnes has been serving in the army for only 2 months and had impressed her higher officers by her skills. Knowing every detail about disarming the bomb and how fast she disarms it. She’s also very creative on how to MAKE a bomb out of scratch. Planning which one fits best to demolish the size of any building. So they have put her in Explosive Ordnance Disposal (EOD) Specialist. And she LOVES it there.

Until 1 month later, Agnes had gotten called over to join a mission that needed a demolition expert. And that’s when she met Captain Kanoa Toa. Explaining to her of doing a rescue mission and they needed someone who can make bombs to take down the WHOLE place with the cartels. After they get everyone and find someone that they are looking for. She gladly took this and helped him to take those cartels down once and for all!

After another month later, they have already made a move into the area while Agnes is doing her handy work of placing those bombs in the building. And once she heard the Captain tell her to pull the trigger. That’s when she pressed the button and exploded the WHOLE place down. She really enjoys the view though.

And then a few months later after that tough mission, she had received an invite from the Captain asking if she would like to join his Task Force. She gladly took it and was introduced to his sister. The Second-in-Command of the Warriors Task Force. That’s the name that her Captain had brought up. The one who he was looking for during that mission. So she had joined as being the WTF’s most fearsome and chaotic bomb maker in the TEAM!

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[earlycuntsets]

LAST ONE

pt. 4 (parts 1 & 2 & 3)

earlycuntsets.org sourced - where I got all my mcr pictures

first of a series. due to tumblr limits on how many links you can post. this full idea will be continued on future posts. here is 2007-2010. this is pictures. will make a separate post for youtube/recordings.

been needing to fully source my website so here we go! wanted to share with other kool mcr fans.

livejournals:

10/02/2011 sacramento ca - wideawaketonight

old fansites/website appearances:

09/07/2011 st paul mn - startribune

09/11/2011 89x birthday bash meet and greet - mcrmykilljoysecuador

09/24/2011 tampa fl - ishotyourband.com

10/05/2011 mountain view ca - live105

10/06/2011 - daniel knighton

1/22/2012 big day out gold coast australia - tony mott, lifemusicmedia & inthemix

flickrs:

09/04/2011 denver co - brandon marshall & michael fajardo

09/07/2011 st paul mn - mcnallysmith

09/09/2011 kansas city mo - ian mcfarland & scott spychalski

09/17/2011 camden nj - alicia brown

09/18/2011 virginia beach va - lindsey carter

09/20/2011 charlotte nc - dianna augustine

09/26/2011 - emily torres

10/01/2011 anaheim - christy milner

10/05/2011 mountain view ca - david price

10/06/2011 - ruby rodriguez

10/07/2011 san diego ca - vonnubi, emily matview

1/22/2012 big day out gold coast australia - livemusicmedia

1/26/2012 big day out sydney australia - soundstagereview

1/29/2012 big day out melbourne - rebecca houlden

5/19/2012 bamboozle asbury park nj - chickphila

the end pictures. making one for good youtubes next.

earlycuntsets.org

[deeptrashwitch]

Another thing on our star couple ft. Rudy!

Alicia arrived to the base General Flores with a hum, noticing it was surprisingly calm. She waited until the guards finished the security check before walking inside to that place that brought her so many memories. Then Rodolfo saw her and walked near with a smile.

"Alicia, good to see you." He said with a smile. "But I'm surprised you're here..."

"It's also good to see you, Rudy." Alicia said calmly, then raised an eyebrow. "Wait, a surprise? I just called Alejandro to tell him I was coming, didn't he tell you?"

"No...? I bet he forgot, again." Rudy murmured with a sigh.

"Again? What do you mean?"

"He's really busy and forgets to tell me some things, fortunately nothing related to the team, but still." He said with another sigh.

"Rudy, is Alejandro sleeping well?" Alicia asked with a small worried frown. "It doesn't sound like he's doing good..."

Rodolfo pinched the bridge of his nose. "Honestly? Since four days ago I've seen him late at night in his damn office, so I doubt it. Christ, I even asked him to let me do the paperwork while he takes a nap, but he still refuses."

"He's stubborn." Alicia said with a soft sigh. "Is it okay if I go to see him? I'll try to make him sleep at least a couple of hours."

"Sure, I'll lead with everything while he's out." Rudy said with a nod. "Good luck, though."

Alicia chuckled and just patted Rudy's shoulder before going to Alejandro's office. Once there she leaned against the doorframe with a slight worried expression as she noticed her boyfriend state. Alejandro had huge eyebags, he looked exhausted and was basically dozing off every minute.

"You need to take a nap." Alicia said softly.

Alejandro jumped at the sudden comment, then looked at her confused. "¿Amor? When did you...?"

"I just arrived, but that isn't the important part," Alicia said with a sigh, "the important it's to know why haven't you been sleeping, cariño."

"Rudy told you, huh? Chismoso..."

"He's worried about you, with a good reason." She said as she closed the door behind her and walked towards him to caress his face. "You look exhausted..."

"I'll be fine, I just need to finish this paperwork." Alejandro murmured as he looked at the mountains of paper over his desk.

"Is it urgent?"

"What? Uh, not exactly. Why?"

"Then it can wait for you to take a break." She said with a soft sigh. "And before you say it, I know I'm not the best to take breaks either, but that's why I'm worried about you. I know what's being overworked and keep pushing, so please, don't do that to yourself, yeah?"

"Alicia..."

"Nothing, this is an order."

"An order? As far as I know, I'm high-ranked than you." Alejandro joked with a soft smile.

Alicia laughed quietly. "Not as a Captain, genius, but as your girlfriend."

Alejandro laughed as well and stood up, smiling as he locked stares with his girlfriend. He hugged her and relaxed when she hugged im back. For a couple of minutes they stood there in silence, then Alejandro chuckled and mumbled something. At the same time Alicia raised an eyebrow, not sure of what he said exactly.

"Don't look at me like that." Alejandro said with a smirk. "I'm just saying that I have a great lover, y'know that, amor?"

Alicia chuckled softly and kissed him. "You charming idiot..."

"But I'm your charming idiot."

"Go to sleep." Alicia said with a chuckle

Later

Rudy walked inside the office and whistled impressed. "He's out cold, huh?"

"Yeah, he is." Alicia said with a laugh.

Alejandro was sound asleep, hugging Alicia as he snored a bit. With a chuckle, Rudy took out his phone just for the woman to glare at him almost like daring him to do anything. He just raised his hands in mock surrender, but didn't put down his phone and instead smiled sharply.

"C'mon, I've known Alejandro since we're kids, and I've seen ALL his embarrasing moments." He said with a laugh. "This is just another one, well, more sweet than embarrasing, but still."

"You'll hold this over him forever, right?"

"What kind of friend I'd be if I didn't?"

"What an asshole."

"You'd do the same." Rudy said with a chuckle.

Alicia snorted and nodded, trying not to move a lot. "I would, now, stop being a prick and give me a blanket, yeah?"

"What? Is your darling cold?" He mocked as he gave her the blankert.

Alicia only put her middle finger up at him while she covered Alejandro, making Rudy laugh.

[tboykrillin]

[ID: The inside cover of the cassette for Bleed Out by the Mountain Goats, which has white text over a grainy picture of a building. Big blue words at the top read "Out in the Streets". Body text reads:

"the mood was unstable so we found a place in the woods. On safer days, we're almost always at the clubhouse, but these were weird times, so it was good to gather and break bread. Everybody seemed to have ducked the radar during the long raids: Rochester Pete with his whitewalls and his mutton chops, Money Matt immaculate as usual, the Harleysville kid somehow looking even better than he otherwise does, and me, blinking my eyes against the daylight. A little dirty. Something raw inside me, something brittle that didn't want to break.

Alicia the Architect pulled up in her pickup with a dog riding shotgun and an arsenal of inconspicuously housed weapons in the bed. In those cardboard-and-canvas cases lay the story of our week ahead: big scores, wild times. Right behind her was the fixer, the one they call Young Shalini, fresh talent from the mid-south, sharp as tacks, no arrests and no convictions. They say it takes a lifetime to learn how to read a rifle sight, but Young Shalini does not miss.

I'd put together the plans for the caper quickly, over the course of a month in December. I used to work this fast all the time, back in the early days; muscle memory brought it all back to me now. I studied the soldiers who'd gone before me, and I memorized their moves. We spent about half a day at the range, sizing up targets, and then we took our work out into the field: six of us, stir-crazy, starved for action, finally free to show some aces to a world that had been dealing us hard hand after hard hand for almost a year; and most noir tales like these are fantasy, but for four friends who in normal times get to play music together practically every month and who'd been forced into hiding by the circumstances of the Year of Our Lord 2020, this was the real thing. Late meals shared around a common table. Tales from solitary to share. Stacking our chips in secret, rolling dice until dawn. A few blazing muzzles in the wintry night. Made ready by circumstances for whatever came next, but not yet ready to bleed out." End ID]