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mcmansionhell · 3 months

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we've found it folks: mcmansion heaven

Hello everyone. It is my pleasure to bring you the greatest house I have ever seen. The house of a true visionary. A real ad-hocist. A genuine pioneer of fenestration. This house is in Alabama. It was built in 1980 and costs around $5 million. It is worth every penny. Perhaps more.

Now, I know what you're thinking: "Come on, Kate, that's a little kooky, but certainly it's not McMansion Heaven. This is very much a house in the earthly realm. Purgatory. McMansion Purgatory." Well, let me now play Beatrice to your Dante, young Pilgrim. Welcome. Welcome, welcome, welcome.

It is rare to find a house that has everything. A house that wills itself into Postmodernism yet remains unable to let go of the kookiest moments of the prior zeitgeist, the Bruce Goffs and Earthships, the commune houses built from car windshields, the seventies moments of psychedelic hippie fracture. It is everything. It has everything. It is theme park, it is High Tech. It is Renaissance (in the San Antonio Riverwalk sense of the word.) It is medieval. It is maybe the greatest pastiche to sucker itself to the side of a mountain, perilously overlooking a large body of water. Look at it. Just look.

The inside is white. This makes it dreamlike, almost benevolent. It is bright because this is McMansion Heaven and Gray is for McMansion Hell. There is an overbearing sheen of 80s optimism. In this house, the credit default swap has not yet been invented, but could be.

It takes a lot for me to drop the cocaine word because I think it's a cheap joke. But there's something about this example that makes it plausible, not in a derogatory way, but in a liberatory one, a sensuous one. Someone created this house to have a particular experience, a particular feeling. It possesses an element of true fantasy, the thematic. Its rooms are not meant to be one cohesive composition, but rather a series of scenes, of vastly different spatial moments, compressed, expanded, bright, close.

And then there's this kitchen for some reason. Or so you think. Everything the interior design tries to hide, namely how unceasingly peculiar the house is, it is not entirely able to because the choices made here remain decadent, indulgent, albeit in a more familiar way.

Rare is it to discover an interior wherein one truly must wear sunglasses. The environment created in service to transparency has to somewhat prevent the elements from penetrating too deep while retaining their desirable qualities. I don't think an architect designed this house. An architect would have had access to specifically engineered products for this purpose. Whoever built this house had certain access to architectural catalogues but not those used in the highest end or most structurally complex projects. The customization here lies in the assemblage of materials and in doing so stretches them to the height of their imaginative capacity. To borrow from Charles Jencks, ad-hoc is a perfect description. It is an architecture of availability and of adventure.

A small interlude. We are outside. There is no rear exterior view of this house because it would be impossible to get one from the scrawny lawn that lies at its depths. This space is intended to serve the same purpose, which is to look upon the house itself as much as gaze from the house to the world beyond.

Living in a city, I often think about exhibitionism. Living in a city is inherently exhibitionist. A house is a permeable visible surface; it is entirely possible that someone will catch a glimpse of me they're not supposed to when I rush to the living room in only a t-shirt to turn out the light before bed. But this is a space that is only exhibitionist in the sense that it is an architecture of exposure, and yet this exposure would not be possible without the protection of the site, of the distance from every other pair of eyes. In this respect, a double freedom is secured. The window intimates the potential of seeing. But no one sees.

At the heart of this house lies a strange mix of concepts. Postmodern classicist columns of the Disney World set. The unpolished edge of the vernacular. There is also an organicist bent to the whole thing, something more Goff than Gaudí, and here we see some of the house's most organic forms, the monolith- or shell-like vanity mixed with the luminous artifice of mirrors and white. A backlit cave, primitive and performative at the same time, which is, in essence, the dialectic of the luxury bathroom.

And yet our McMansion Heaven is still a McMansion. It is still an accumulation of deliberate signifiers of wealth, very much a construction with the secondary purpose of invoking envy, a palatial residence designed without much cohesion. The presence of golf, of wood, of masculine and patriarchal symbolism with an undercurrent of luxury drives that point home. The McMansion can aspire to an art form, but there are still many levels to ascend before one gets to where God's sitting.

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goffjames · 1 year

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user-needs-new-hyperfixation · 11 months

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Trying to start a giant-ass meta on why I ship Mycroft/Albert and what there is to see of it and right off the bat I'm like...I want people to look at every single panel of their interactions.

No, it's not Sherliam levels. And BIG OLD DISCLAIMER: very little of what I'm going to present here is like "We were clearly intended to read it this way." I'll always argue that Sherliam is meant to be romantic: it hits so many well-established notes and tropes it's almost impossible to think otherwise. MycAl is a bit different. I do think it's definitely like...we're welcome and even invited to see it. But a LOT of my shipping it comes from the way I personally read and interpret things. So this is about explaining what I'm seeing that makes me ship it, rather than trying to be like "This is canon and you should agree with me." Anyway, for reference, I'll be using the official translation as far as it goes and then swapping to teawaffles' wonderful translation for the rest!

So...like right off the bat throughout the entirety of their Chapter 4 interactions their body language and expressions and ways of talking are so flirty? (Also, I still find it funny that in the manga Mycroft is introduced before Sherlock and thus Mycal is introduced before Sherliam. Older bros first lol.)

Maybe it's just that 2 decades on the internet have skewed me towards reading suggestiveness into everything, but the way Mycroft addresses Albert feels so flirtatious even if he's literally just being normal. "And what would an Indian Army official such as yourself want from an intelligence official such as myself this late in the evening?" Like...am I crazy? Does that not kinda sound like a porn intro? 😂 (This could also be Sherliam Side-effects. The way they call each other Professor and Detective in That One Scene is like...almost undeniably foreplay. Now every time anyone calls each other by title/profession/rank is this series I assume they're hitting on each other.)

But also Albert is just so...handsy throughout that scene. He's touching Mycroft's knickknacks, and just sort of limp-wristing all over the place. And I mean, I think that's just one of Albert's public-facing personas (customer service peeps, you know what's up) but it definitely lends itself to the existence of Vibes.

Anyway, there's this parallel of "You have my attention. What do you want?" that I think is kinda neat. (But look how comparatively sad Mycroft looks in the second version!!!)

Chapter 4:

Chapter 23:

Btw, in Scandal in the British Empire...why does Mycroft introduce himself to the Queen? Never mind, not why we're here. Again, my weird innuendo sensors perk up in Chapter 17 at "I did not drag you out of bed this early for nothing." Maybe it's because my perception of Victorian niceties, whether it's factual or not, is that there was this sense of avoiding talk of physical realities. We don't speak of pregnancy, we speak of "her condition" and "confinement." We don't "go to bed," we "retire." And so on. So conversely, it feels almost suggestive to even acknowledge that someone was in bed. In whatever state of undress the might imply. *Kellen Goff Sasaki voice:* OOOH how sCanDaLOus. (Mind you I DON'T believe there is anything of authorial intent in this, again, just trying to explain the factors that make me read things a certain way.)

The little mind games: Albert immediately recognizing that he's being tested, and Mycroft well aware that something is off, that he and Albert are using each other to their own ends. All juicy ship ingredients.

Then there's this...I can't articulate why it's important. But it is. Something about mouths and thoughts. If I wasn't terribly lazy, I'd go digging for examples in various manga series and I have a pretty firm suspicion that I could prove that, often, Mouth-Focus Thinking Panel + Name = Ship.

Jumping forward to the start of The Riot in New Scotland Yard (Chapter 29), Mycroft's demeanour has really changed. During the meeting at the British Museum he's radiating "I'm not angry I'm just disappointed" energy. He's tense, he's not sure if the Moriartys are enemies and when he understands their plan he seems understandably sad about it even as he accepts it. But now, he's radiating an almost Sherlock-like excitement. He's just gotten to see a miniature version of The Plan in action during the Jack the Ripper case, and it worked. He says he's just visiting Albert as an acquaintance (read: friend in Mycroftian), and that's what it feels like. They're chummy. It's cute. Also Albert teasing Mycroft over his squabbles with Sherlock when he leaves? When did Albert find out about that, hmm? (I mean, could be spying of course. But I like to think it just suggests they've talked more than we've seen.)

Annnnnd....cutting this part off here because I'm bored of it for now and it's long. I'll do the rest when the mood strikes. 😂

#yuukoku no moriarty #moriarty the patriot #mycal #alcroft #meta or something #been a while since i've done one of these 'not meta so much as just a disorganized stream of consciousness' long-posts lol

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kellengoff · 3 months

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Welcome!

Hey there all,

Thanks so much for stopping by! From here on, this is where I'll be posting updates about my career, VO and otherwise, for mirroring on kellengoff.com! Hope you enjoy what you see, and that you'll stay tuned for what's to come!

All the best,

Kellen Goff

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lysenfeu · 1 year

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Pair of Aces - Chapter 1. Day One

Pair of Aces

Chapter: 1. Day One

Rating: M

Word Count: 2.6k~

Summary: After Peacemaker nearly blows the mission at the Goff mansion, Waller sends in a new team member to pick up the slack and assist Task Force X with Project Butterfly.

Content Warning: Mentions of Violence, Gratuitous Swearing, Verbal Insults

A/N: This is the intro chapter to a fairly long series I have planned, set directly after the Goff mansion mission but before Peacemaker finds out his dad's in jail. Intended as a reader-insert in 3rd POV, afab!she/her main character but nameless/description neutral, no Y/N. Vigilante x reader pairing.

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If there was one thing Amanda Waller hated above all else, it was failure. While the Task Force X mission to the Goff mansion wasn't a complete and utter failure, it was still too close for Waller's comfort. Project Butterfly needed to proceed according to plan and if Peacemaker couldn't be relied on to do the job, then someone else would have to pick up the slack.

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Sensible heels clicked against the worn-down Evergreen sidewalk as a woman walked along the deserted street. She finally arrived at the correct address, double-checking her notes to be sure, before she pushed open the door to the deserted storefront. The inside of the building was a mess, with random shelves and boxes scattered everywhere. A few desks and chairs sat near the back, piled with equipment and files. Five heads turned towards her at once, following the sound of the door closing. Three men and two women were staring back at her. As she looked around, she only recognized one particular face. Her gaze settled on the stern-looking blonde woman at the front of the room and a small smile crept onto her face.

Now there's a sight for sore eyes. God, this shithole better be worth it.

She stood in silence patiently and the unfamiliar woman addressed her first.

"Hi! You must be the new girl!" A warm smile accompanied the greeting. "It's so nice to meet you. I thought I was going to be the only new girl but now you're here so that makes you the new new girl! I'm Leota Adebayo, welcome to the team."

The woman smiled back and shook the hand Adebayo extended. "Nice to meet you, hopefully, us new girls can stick together." She glanced around the room at the others. John stood up and also introduced himself quickly, shaking her hand and saying welcome.

Peacemaker remained sitting, unimpressed by the new addition. "As if this team needs more girls. What is she here for anyways? We don't need any extra help."

"Is he always this rude?" She looked around and questioned the others.

"As far as we can tell, yeah." Adebayo sighed, offering her a sympathetic look.

She rolled her eyes in response. "Delightful. Clearly Big Red has some major anger issues."

"His name isn't Big Red." A male voice replied from behind her. "It's Peacemaker."

She turned around and took a closer look at the last person in the room. She didn't recognize him at all.

Lean build, black armour, are those ... teal accent stripes? That's ... a choice. Plenty of weapons and a pretty cool sword. The full on ski mask is bold. I guess the whole outfit together is kind of intimidating in a certain way, but why teal? Man, capes are always so fucking weird.

She shook her head and finally responded to his correction. "I know but I'm definitely not

calling him that."

"Why not?" The man cocked his head to the side in confusion.

Can he even see out of that visor? That can't be comfortable.

She pulled a face. "Because it's a dumb fucking name."

"Hey! You take that back!" He jumped up suddenly and shouted at her.

She startled but held her ground, squaring up. "No way man, it's a terrible name. It doesn't even make sense."

"Are you the name police? Do you get to just randomly decide what names are cool or not?" He was becoming overly animated and louder at her antagonization.

"Yes. I've been authorized by the National Committee Of Name Judgment and they've deemed Peacemaker to be such a stupid fucking name, it's been made illegal." She deadpanned, somehow managing to keep a straight face.

"Wait, seriously? That's really fucked up." The man in teal seemed to genuinely believe her.

"I'm just fucking with you, dude." She shook her head in disbelief at his gullibility. "Though if N.C.O.N.J was real, they'd definitely make that name a crime."

"Well I bet your name is also so terrible and that's why you're being so mean!"

The woman chuckled. "You don't need to worry about my name, buddy."

"What is it? What should we call you?" Adebayo asked politely.

She shrugged. "Whatever you want."

"Your name should be Dumb Bitch then." Peacemaker laughed at his own terrible joke.

Adebayo quickly turned on him. "What the fuck Chris!"

"She said it could be whatever I wanted!" He shot back, trying to defend himself.

Harcourt glared daggers at him from across the room. "Are you fucking five?"

"She started it! My name makes perfect sense and is fucking awesome. It's kinda my whole thing!" Chris yelled out. "I cherish peace with all my heart, I don't care how many men, women, and children I need to kill to get it. I make peace, ergo Peacemaker! Come on!"

"Ergo?" Harcourt looked at Peacemaker with a strange expression on her face.

"Yeah, it means the same as 'thus' or whatever." Chris crossed his arms defensively.

"I know that, I just didn't know you knew that." Emilia paused. "Honestly I didn't think you knew 'thus' either."

"For the record," The new arrival cut in, "That motto is the stupidest thing I have ever heard and I once interrogated the Riddler."

"Wait, really?" Economos seemed genuinely interested in that tidbit.

"Well, I say interrogated but it was more like he wouldn't shut up and I kicked him a couple times before the GCPD banned me from the room."

Gordon was pissed off, but Nygma was so annoying he deserved it. 'Where does an 800-pound gorilla sleep?' What a dumbass.

It was Adebayo's turn to join in the conversation. "You've been to Gotham?"

"Yeah, sure." The woman shrugged. "Metropolis too. I go wherever there's weird shit happening and things to shoot."

"Which is exactly why you're here." Harcourt interjected, trying to get back on track. "Welcome to Waller's worst assignment. You're lucky I saw your name on the transfer list, your only other option was the Arctic." She levelled a serious look at the woman. "No idea what you did to get on her shit list but Waller must hate you even more than us right now."

Subtle as always, glad to see not much has changed.

"Nice to see you too, Blondie." She grinned at the stern blonde, easily ignoring the pointed comments about Amanda Waller.

Harcourt scowled in return. "No one has called me that in years, quit it."

"Do you two know each other?" Economos was even more interested in what was happening now.

"Oh, we go way back. Has Blondie ever told you guys about the old CIA days?" She deliberately ignored the death glare being shot at her from across the room and continued. "We were in the same rookie class at the Farm and worked together until she ran off to the DEO."

"Woah! Did you know younger Harcourt? Tell us everything!" Adebayo is thrilled at the chance to find out more about her new coworker.

Harcourt flinched and hissed at her old friend. "Don't you fucking dare."

She once again ignored the other woman's serious tone. "You should have seen her in first year! A dead ringer for Debbie Harry, feathered hair and all."

"That is the hottest thing I've ever heard." Peacemaker mumbled, way too loudly.

"Tell me, Emmy, can you still do an absolutely killer 'Call Me' at karaoke nights?" She grinned mischievously.

Emilia turned bright red while Economos burst out laughing. "Please tell me you have footage of this somewhere!"

Harcourt tensed and shot John the same patented death glare. "Under no circumstances will you ever see any evidence of these outrageous lies."

Well, that was a yes to karaoke. Same old Blondie.

"Come on Harcourt, lighten up! You're no fun" John whined back.

"Shut up Dye-beard! Leave her alone." Peacemaker jumped to Harcourt's defence.

Dye-beard?

The new girl looked closer at John and noticed his mismatched beard.

Oh, wow. He really does dye his beard.

"The half and half isn't a great look, man. Just strip the colour or put the time in to do your roots, it'll look a lot better." She offered up in an attempt to help the poor guy.

Peacemaker snorted, "Doesn't matter what he does, his beard will still look dumb."

"Well, I doubt he wants fashion advice from a guy wearing rubber dish gloves." She smirked at him.

Chris started yelling again until Harcourt whistled loudly and interrupted the commotion. "Quit it! Both of you."

"Oh come on." The woman groaned in frustration. "How can I not make fun of him? He dresses like a first-grade colour wheel and is built like a knock-off Ratchet from Transformers."

The flippant remark earned a loud laugh from Economos and a confused look from Adebayo.

"It doesn't matter, you're part of the team now. I expect everyone to keep it professional. Shut the fuck up and play nice!" Harcourt snapped at her.

Peacemaker snickered a bit at the admonishment and Harcourt turned on him, an accusatory finger outstretched. "When I said everyone, I meant it!"

Peacemaker stopped laughing and instead glared unhappily at the rest of the room.

"You know, you really should be nicer to him." The costumed man at the back interjected.

She snorted dismissively. "I'm not taking any feedback from a grown man in a costume with teal accents."

"Hey! Teal is an awesome colour!"

"For a kitchen backsplash maybe." She taunted.

"Wow, okay. It's good this kind of thing doesn't really hurt my feelings or I'd be very upset right now. You're very mean." He shook his head at her in disappointment.

She stared at him, visibly confused. "What the fuck does that even mean?"

Emilia clapped her hands loudly to interrupt them. "Seriously guys! I just told you to play nice!"

She spun around to face Harcourt. "You throw me in with a bunch of goddamn capes and just expect me to be cool with it? What the hell Em!"

"Hey I did you a favour! Would you rather be fucking around with polar bears right now? No? Then deal with it." The blonde snapped back.

Maybe the Arctic would have been a better choice than Buttfuck Nowhere, Washington. Polar bears might be easier to deal with than these costumed idiots.

She cursed under her breath in frustration and looked back at Harcourt.

Oh well. Too late for that.

She sighed in resignation. "Fine. Just tell me I'm not working directly with chrome dome over there. According to the latest report, he nearly blew the entire mission at Goff's mansion last week."

This giant oaf's incompetence is the only reason I'm stuck in this hellhole to begin with. A

killer who can't kill, fucking pathetic.

Peacemaker leapt out of his chair. "Fuck you! Nobody was prepared for that little freak Judomaster, come on! He came out of nowhere!"

"Okay, fair. The footage of that guy was insane. No one could have predicted that 'kiai' shit." She then fixed Peacemaker with a smug look. "But I was actually talking about when you bitched out behind the rifle and couldn't fire a single shot."

Chris clenched his jaw before he sat back down and muttered angrily about doves of peace under his breath.

She smirked again and continued on. "The mission report was a super fun read by the way. If that second gunman hadn't come in and cleaned up after you, the whole operation would've been a bust. That was some ace shooting too, I'd love to work with that guy instead."

Harcourt cleared her throat, redirecting the attention to her. "That's good to hear actually because you will be. Vigilante, meet your new field partner."

Vigilante? Christ, that name is almost as bad as Peacemaker.

"Who the fuck is Vigilante?"

"That's me!" The same annoying voice from behind her answered.

She froze at the sound and turned around towards him slowly.

"Oh hell no. Not you."

"What? Why not! You're the one who just said you wanted to work with me!" Vigilante was confused again.

"...what?" She was also confused by this exchange.

"You said, and I quote, 'That was some ace shooting. I'd love to work with that guy instead." He repeated back to her.

Her mouth dropped open in surprise. "...you're the second shooter from the Goff mission?"

"Yes."

She studied him further, looking him up and down. "You're the guy who hit three clean headshots at over 900m in under 2 minutes with a partially obscured view?"

"Yeah!"

"...No way." She shook her head in disbelief.

"Uh, yes way! That was totally me!" He started to get openly frustrated with her dismissal.

"Absolutely not."

"Oh it absolutely was him." Harcourt confirmed with a nod. "We didn't even ask, he just kind of showed up. But now he's officially on the team, same as you. You two are going to need to get along, you'll be spending a lot of time together in the field. I need to send you both out asap."

"Already? I just got here!" She whined at the news. "I haven't even unpacked yet."

"Is it just me and her? Why can't Peacemaker come?" Vigilante seemed upset at the new directive.

"Waller's orders, for the time being, Peacemaker needs eyes on him at all times." Harcourt looked a little antsy, anticipating that info might not land well.

As if on cue, Peacemaker jumped up and started yelling again. "What the fuck! I don't need a goddamn babysitter!"

"Well, it could be good for you to stay." Adebayo offered. "You can take the time to ... put those dove thingys on ... all the weapons?" It's an obvious attempt to gently redirect Peacemaker's attention.

Chris smacked his hands down on the table in front of him. "Yes! Good. That's a good idea. That was the problem, none of you assholes put the dove on the gun. It's always gotta have a dove! That's what fucked me up. I gotta get like, a stencil or something. I'm gonna make so many goddamn doves."

Harcourt shot Adebayo a grateful smile as Chris settled back down before turning back to Vigilante and the newcomer.

"Here's the deal. I need you two out for recon on a suspected butterfly cluster. It's just outside of town, you'll be out for about a week. In case shit goes south, you may need to clean up so bring enough gear with you."

"Seriously, a week? I just got into town and now I need to run off for a week with this guy?"

"You're the one who said you'd like to work with him." Harcourt replied with a smirk.

Vigilante shifted nervously. "A whole week out of town? I'm getting paid for this right?"

Harcourt rolled her eyes. "Yes Vigilante, you're officially on the payroll. Field pay and mileage reimbursement."

He nodded. "Okay cool. I'll have to rearrange some stuff but as long as I'm getting comped it'll be fine."

"Can you at least tell me what we're going after here? What the fuck is a butterfly?" She had read every report and file she could find associated with this project and virtually nothing in the documents explained anything.

Harcourt sighed and avoided the questioning look. "Murn will fully debrief everyone later on. For now, all I can say is they're dangerous. Monitor them, take them out if you can, and don't underestimate them."

"...Clemson Murn?"

"Yes, he's the team lead. I'm just handling things today while he's meeting with a contact."

Huh. Interesting.

"Alright. Let's just get this over with." She sighed in acceptance.

Harcourt was visibly relieved. "Great. Vig is driving, you leave at 8 pm tomorrow and check-in at the Sunset Motel."

She nodded and grabbed the file Emilia was waving at her. She said some quick goodbyes to Leota and John, pointedly ignoring Peacemaker and Vigilante on the way out. As she made her way through the streets of Evergreen on the way back to the bare-bones rental apartment that had been arranged for her, she deeply regretted her choice in employment.

Fantastic. I uproot everything, move to a new town, and immediately get stuck for a week with a cape who likes teal. I really should have picked the polar bears.

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A/N: This is the first thing I've written that isn't a script, essay, or professional document in over a decade. Comments, kudos/likes, and shares feed my soul. More chapters to come with some action, slow burn/eventual smut, and more banter.

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#peacemaker #peacemaker fanfiction #adrian chase x reader #vigilante x reader #lysenfeu fics #pair of aces fic #adrian chase #vigilante #adrian chase fanfiction #vigilante fanfiction #freddie stroma #peacemaker dcu #fanfiction

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lea-andres · 4 months

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Since you already propossed a potential VA for Fang

What are your Voiceclaims for the rest of team hooligan

I've never thought about Bark and Bean, honestly! Fang's VA suggestion started out as a joke and I accidentally sold myself on the idea lmao, so I hadn't put much thought into Bark and Bean. (The suggested casting was Bruce Campbell for anyone who wasn't there for it)

Bean's hard, he has such a specific voice in my head but I don't know what VA sounds like him. But mulling it over, I wouldn't be too mad if Richard Horvitz got cast as him. Not quite the Bean in my head, but he'd get the point across.

And I think the most cursed answer I can give for Bark is... Whoever played Glamrock Freddy in Security Breach. *Googles it* Kellen Goff! Yeah, him. You're all welcome lmao.

#lea's a dumbass #bark the polar bear #bean the dynamite #fang the sniper

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hexpresshotline · 9 months

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Here is round two of our ensemble cast! Please can everybody give them a warm welcome!

Michelle Goff is a British voice actor who has been acting since the age of 17. She has been in many theatre productions and shows, both professional and amateur. She has provided voices for different video games and animations during her time as an actress. You can find out more about Michelle on her website: michellegoffva.com

Andrew has appeared in @thekilda and will be in the upcoming seasons of @chainofbeing and @theatticmonologues . He enjoys video games, pro wrestling, horror, and TTRPGs.

Amber Jones has previously done work for products such as a passport photo booth, a theme park ride and even a coin operated children's ride! She lives in the North of England and spends her free time editing videos, drawing and voice acting. You can find more on her youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GHKMQvNK8AbiVavqcKveA

Stanley likes football and is a devoted Crystal Palace fan. Alongside this he enjoys F1, and is a fan of McLaren and Lando Norris.

#hexpress hotline #audio drama #new podcast #audio fiction #fiction podcast

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orcishlust · 12 days

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Welcome to the muse list monster fuckers! Basically I have a shitload of canon & original characters who you are more than welcome to poke and prod at. Just lemme know who interests you when we plot, or specify who you'd like if you ever send in a rp meme!

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Garrosh Hellscream: Garrosh Hellscream was a former Warchief of the Horde chosen by Thrall to replace him in the wake of the Cataclysm, until he was succeeded by Vol'jin after the Siege of Orgrimmar. Throughout the history of Azeroth, few mortals have achieved greater notoriety than him. Garrosh grew up on Draenor in the shadow of his father, the great warrior Grommash Hellscream, leader of the Warsong clan. Grom was the first orc leader to drink the blood of Mannoroth, subjugating the orcs to the Legion's will.

Grommash Hellscream: Grommash "Grom" Hellscream was the legendary chieftain of the Warsong clan, a powerful warrior, close friend, and greatest lieutenant to Warchief Thrall. He was the first orc who drank the blood of Mannoroth the Destructor, thus binding the Horde to the Burning Legion — and he would eventually pay the ultimate price to free himself and his people from the Blood Curse.

Varok Saurfang: High Overlord Varok Saurfang was a renowned orc warrior of the Blackrock clan, and the younger brother of Broxigar. A famed veteran of the First, Second, and Third Wars, he served as Warchief Orgrim Doomhammer's second-in-command during the Second War, and as Supreme Commander of the Might of Kalimdor during the second War of the Shifting Sands against the qiraji of Ahn'Qiraj.

Thrall, son of Durotan: Thrall (birthname Go'el), son of Durotan and Draka, is the former Warchief of the restored shamanistic Horde, founder of the nation of Durotar in Kalimdor and one of the second wave of shaman. His parents killed by Gul'dan's assassins shortly after his birth in the beginning of the First War, he was found and raised by Aedelas Blackmoore who gave Thrall his name. Raised as a slave and gladiator, he later joined Orgrim Doomhammer in freeing the orcs imprisoned after the Second War, being named Warchief after Doomhammer's death.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝟒𝟎𝐊 𝐎𝐫𝐜𝐬

Ghazghkull Mag Uruk Thraka: Ghazghkull Mag Uruk Thraka (usually shortened to Ghazghkull Thraka) is an Ork warlord of the Goff klan and a mighty prophet of the WAAAGH!. He is the single most influential Ork in the galaxy in the 41st Millennium, and billions of Greenskins march to war in his name. Since Ghazghkull's rise to power, he has led countless campaigns of destruction. He has crushed Aeldari war hosts, banished tides of Daemons, and smashed phalanxes of Necrons to so much sparking scrap.

𝐒𝐜𝐢-𝐅𝐢 𝐎𝐫𝐜𝐬

Original Character - Callicles Arcavius: Callicles Arcavius is a Crollian Orc and the lost prince of the planet Crolla. Leading the life as a smuggler, Callicles was arrested and imprisoned by the Galactic Imperium of Orcs and Man. Realizing that he was the lost Prince of the water planet of Crolla, the Emperor gave Callicles the choice to serve the Imperium and reclaim his planet, or to remain a prisoner. As of now Callicles is a vicious Knight of the Imperium, fighting back the forces of the Elven invaders from the stars. His mind is set on reclaiming his home planet and taking the throne as Lord of the Crollian Orcs.

𝐈𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐫𝐜𝐬

Original Character - Johnny Midas: Formerly a College Quarterback for the Ohio State Buckeyes, Johnny Midas was recently chosen by an Orc deity to dawn the form of an Orc for the rest of his life in order to assist the heroes of the world during the coming Viltrumite invasion! Johnny is a wild card and a cocky hero, but he certainly takes is job seriously... most of the time!

𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐎𝐫𝐜𝐬

Original Character - Tor Borsson: Tor is a Paladin who was once loyal to Odin the "All-Father." However, after losing faith in his God, Tor broke his sworn divine Oath and became an Oathbreaker. Tor now travels the Forgotten Realms primarily as a ruthless mercenary.

My non-Orc characters are still monsters but are muses that I don't mind writing with people! I love my Orc boys but I'm more than open to writing as the following characters for you!

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Grog Strongjaw: Grog Strongjaw is a goliath barbarian/fighter and a member of Vox Machina. When he was young, Grog was exiled from the Herd of Storms by its leader, Grog's uncle Kevdak, for taking pity on a helpless old gnome the tribe was attacking. He was then taken in by that same gnome, Wilhand Trickfoot, and raised alongside his great-great-granddaughter Pike.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬

Xarantaur: Xarantaur is an elite Tauren druid and quest giver at Camp Tunka'lo in the Storm Peaks. He is over ten thousand years old, having been among the first tauren druids to be tutored by Cenarius and raised to immortality by Nozdormu to serve as an agent of the bronze dragonflight. The Aspect gave him the Lorehammer.

𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬

Frank Horrigan: Special Agent Frank Horrigan was a former human turned Super Mutant who was apart of the Enclave Secret Service. A brutish brick of a man, Horrigan is known for his brutality and lust for human women within the California Wasteland. Unlike other Super Mutants, Horrigan has a specially made Power Armor suit that is used to keep him fully functioning and protected.

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mamaestapa · 1 year

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hi everyone!!

so if you follow me on wattpad, you probably have seen that i have another story up along with welcome to the jungle. it’s called daddy issues and it’s about jared goff (i still love him sm) and i wrote it like two years ago?

it’s about a girl who is cooper kupps younger sister, she hooks up with jared at a team party and they end up having a baby. anyways SO what if i transferred it over to tumblr, but re-wrote it to where it’s about joe instead of jared? i would probably re-write some chapters and make it a lot better because i did write this a while back, so the writing isn’t the best lol.

if there’s enough interest in this/another joe story, i’ll be happy to transfer it over to here!

let me know if you’d be interested in this!🤍

#joe burrow x reader #joe burrow #joe burrow x you

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oswanily · 9 months

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Welcome to Vanica Town, Veronica Goff!

Young adult, she/her, straight - cheerful, loves the outdoors, socially awkward - Master maker

Veronica is socially awkward around a lot of people so going into a small community sounded like a good idea. She likes building up things and making stuff for the people around. She also likes making people happy and is in general a cheerfully person.

Veronica comes from the lovely @daisydezem !

#Sims 4 BACC #BACC #The Sims 4 #TS4 #Sims 4 gameplay #Sims 4 rotational play #Rotation 7 #Veronica Goff

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rockislandadultreads · 8 months

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Read-Alike Friday: The Swift and the Harrier by Minette Walters

The Swift and the Harrier by Minette Walters

Dorset, 1642. When bloody civil war breaks out between the king and Parliament, families and communities across England are riven by different allegiances. A rare few choose neutrality. One such is Jayne Swift, a Dorset physician from a Royalist family, who offers her services to both sides in the conflict. Through her dedication to treating the sick and wounded, regardless of belief, Jayne becomes a witness to the brutality of war and the devastation it wreaks. Yet her recurring companion at every event is a man she should despise because he embraces civil war as the means to an end. She knows him as William Harrier, but is ignorant about every other aspect of his life. His past is a mystery and his future uncertain. The Swift and the Harrier is a sweeping tale of adventure and loss, sacrifice and love, with a unique and unforgettable heroine at its heart.

Essex Dogs by Dan Jones

July 1346. Ten men land on the beaches of Normandy. They call themselves the Essex Dogs: an unruly platoon of archers and men-at-arms led by a battle-scarred captain whose best days are behind him. The fight for the throne of the largest kingdom in Western Europe has begun.

Heading ever deeper into enemy territory toward Crécy, this band of brothers knows they are off to fight a battle that will forge nations, and shape the very fabric of human lives. But first they must survive a bloody war in which rules are abandoned and chivalry itself is slaughtered.

Rooted in historical accuracy and told through an unforgettable cast, Essex Dogs delivers the stark reality of medieval war on the ground - and shines a light on the fighters and ordinary people caught in the storm.

This is the first volume in the "Essex Dogs" series.

Act of Oblivion by Robert Harris

'From what is it they flee?'

He took a while to reply. By the time he spoke the men had gone inside. He said quietly, “They killed the King.”

1660 England. General Edward Whalley and his son-in law Colonel William Goffe board a ship bound for the New World. They are on the run, wanted for the murder of King Charles I—a brazen execution that marked the culmination of the English Civil War, in which parliamentarians successfully battled royalists for control.

But now, ten years after Charles’ beheading, the royalists have returned to power. Under the provisions of the Act of Oblivion, the fifty-nine men who signed the king’s death warrant and participated in his execution have been found guilty in absentia of high treason. Some of the Roundheads, including Oliver Cromwell, are already dead. Others have been captured, hung, drawn, and quartered. A few are imprisoned for life. But two have escaped to America by boat.

In London, Richard Nayler, secretary of the regicide committee of the Privy Council, is charged with bringing the traitors to justice and he will stop at nothing to find them. A substantial bounty hangs over their heads for their capture—dead or alive...

The Miniaturist by Jessie Burton

"There is nothing hidden that will not be revealed . . ."

On a brisk autumn day in 1686, eighteen-year-old Nella Oortman arrives in Amsterdam to begin a new life as the wife of illustrious merchant trader Johannes Brandt. But her new home, while splendorous, is not welcoming. Johannes is kind yet distant, always locked in his study or at his warehouse office--leaving Nella alone with his sister, the sharp-tongued and forbidding Marin.

But Nella's world changes when Johannes presents her with an extraordinary wedding gift: a cabinet-sized replica of their home. To furnish her gift, Nella engages the services of a miniaturist--an elusive and enigmatic artist whose tiny creations mirror their real-life counterparts in eerie and unexpected ways . . .

Johannes' gift helps Nella to pierce the closed world of the Brandt household. But as she uncovers its unusual secrets, she begins to understand--and fear--the escalating dangers that await them all. In this repressively pious society where gold is worshipped second only to God, to be different is a threat to the moral fabric of society, and not even a man as rich as Johannes is safe. Only one person seems to see the fate that awaits them. Is the miniaturist the key to their salvation . . . or the architect of their destruction?

This is the first volume of the "Miniaturist" series.

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