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Hey, remember that Hylian Sidon I designed a long time ago? Finally redrew him and gave him a palette! @shompu wanted to see him colored and I was happy to oblige! <3

D&D 5E NPC - Eideard MacGille  - Master Blacksmith

Art by: Hyunsuk Jin

Name: Eideard MacGille
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 6ft 3′ / 1.90m
Age: 49 
Class: Fighter (Master Blacksmith)

STAT BLOCK:

Level: 4

AC 17 (Chain mail), Hp 37 (4d10 Hit Die), Proficiency +2, Speed 30ft,

Alignment: Chaotic Good

languages: Common, Dwarven, Elvish,

Ability Scores:
Str 20 (+5) Dex 9 (-1) Con 15 (+2) Int 16 (+3) Wis 13 (+1) Cha 11 (+0)

Attacks: Warhammer (+8 to hit, 1d10+6 bludgeoning damage)

Spellcasting: 4th level Eldritch Knight, spellcasting ability is Intelligence (spell save DC 13, to hit with spell attacks +5)

Spells:
Cantrips (at will): Control Flames, True Strike,

1st level (3 slots): Shield, Grease, Tenser’s Floating Disk, Chromatic Orb,

Skills: Arcane, Athletics, History, Perception,

Equipment: Chain mail +1, Warhammer +1, Blacksmiths tools, Dungeoneer’s Pack,

Class Features: Fighting Style (Great Weapon Fighting), Second Wind, Action Surge (one use), Martial Archetype (Eldritch Knight),

PERSONALITY:

Eideard MacGille is a towering man who’s as strong as the steal he forges. He takes a no nonsense approach to most people and situations.

Ideal: My craft is more important to me than anything else.

Bond: I’m getting on in my years and have yet to complete my Magnum opus, I must travel to far off lands and hire talents adventures to find the required materials.

Flaw: I have many customers and people who hold my craft in high regard but few friends i can turn to in times of need.

safarikalamari  asked:

OKAY SO I WANT TO SEND YOU LIKE ALL THE PROMPTS BUT I also want to give u stuff in return for taking a gander at them so like maybe I'll try to make edits in relations to the prompts you fill? Or whatever else you want?? ahhhh I'll try not to fill up too much of your inbox lol but for the Halloween one, I'd love to see your take on Flintwood for the strangers who hooked up one!!

ahh sorry for taking so long (this is for everyone in my inbox), the writer’s block has been real BUT

prompt: strangers who hooked up at a party while in costume but tbh i might be in love with you so i’m gonna walk this earth looking for the right woodland nymph


“You’re…looking for a nymph?” Terence asks quietly the next morning, Adrian groaning at his elbow and mumbling into the tabletop about hangovers.

Marcus keeps scrolling down his phone, searching through the university’s football roster. “Mhm.”

“Flint,” Terence sighs, rubbing a weary hand over his face, “Look, if I’m gonna help, I’m going to need more information.”

“He was wearing the weirdest leaf toga thing I’ve ever seen in my life, but it made his ass look amazing.” Marcus promptly replies, now clicking onto the hockey team’s roster. The man had said “sports”, which wasn’t much to go by.

“What’d he look like,” is what Marcus assumes Adrian mumbles into the wood.

“Brown hair. Brown eyes, I think. Almost as tall as me. Fantastic ass.”

Terence chokes on his coffee. “You said that before.”

“But it was phenomenal.”

“No first name? Last name? Mother’s aunt’s maiden name?” Terence tries, waving his arms exaggeratedly. The man accidentally smacks Adrian in the face and Marcus throws them both the finger.

“He was a bit preoccupied with his mouth.” Marcus grunts, and Adrian turns a bit green.

“Didn’t need to know that,” he mumbles before rushing off to the bathroom. Marcus would look affronted but he’s too busy scrolling through the invite list of the frat event on Facebook to pay attention to the retching sounds. 

He’d know the nymph by sight if only he could find him.

Can see the curve of his smile, the sharp cheekbones and the blazing way he’d stared Marcus down across the room, intent clear and solely focused on getting his goal. And Marcus can always appreciate a man who has his aim set and goes for it.

The oddly intimate conversation after tearing off each other’s clothes in a rush also fiddles in his head, makes him want more of the man’s presence.

“So he plays a sport,” Terence sighs, clearly resigned to Marcus not paying attention to anything else until he gets what he wants, “Check all the rosters.”

“What do you think I’ve been doing? S’not my fault this school is ginormous.”

His social media search turns up short, as do the school’s hockey, baseball, and football (well, he’d know, if the man was on his team). Without a name, Facebook doesn’t help, and the invite list from the frat was a no-go.

Marcus just needs to know, goddamn it. Needs to see if their sober conversation and touches will be as good as drunken ones.

Everything seems lost, all his extraneous routes across campus turning up short. Marcus laments the fact that maybe, maybe his mystery hookup goes to a different college. He’s not about to buy a ticket and scour all the nearby college towns - well, he would, but Terence wouldn’t let him.

Everything seems lost, until Marcus runs smack dab into Mr. Nymph at the campus bookstore, lukewarm coffee splashing over his shirt at the impact. The man’s papers fly all over the floor, and as he bends over to pick them up hastily, Marcus takes one look at that ass and makes all the connections.

“Shit, shit, sorry - I’ll pay for cleaning, I just-”

“It’s you.”

The brunet turns around, and Marcus is sure his face is splitting into the silliest grin, because he’d managed to find his mystery hookup, and said hookup is wearing a university sweatshirt with a bandage plastered haphazardly on his forehead. Score.

“Oh,” Brunet blinks, mouth fluttering open and closed for a bit before swallowing visibly, “Oh, hi.”

Marcus sticks out his hand, and immediately curses himself because who the fuck shakes someone’s hand after they’ve sucked their dick? “I’m Marcus. Flint, I mean.”

“I - uh - I know who you are,” Brunet mumbles, still straightening out his papers. Marcus is about to question him, before - “Quarterback, y’know.”

“Ah.” Marcus shuffles his feet and it suddenly hits him that maybe, if Brunet knew and didn’t bother to reach out then he might be on the wrong wavelength here. He can suddenly feel the drip of cooling coffee soaking through his shirt with heightened senses. There’s an awkward pause as the cashier stares at both of them, and Brunet is looking at his feet, and Marcus just holds his now-empty coffee cup, unsure of where this is going.

Until the man sticks out his own hand, roughly, and blurts, “I’m Oliver Wood. I - uh - play baseball.”

“But you’re not on the roster.” Marcus says, furrowing his brow.

“Just transferred. This semester,” Oliver explains, quick - and then he frowns and says, “Wait, you tried to find me?”

“Um.” Marcus says intelligently.

But all it does is cause a grin to split over Oliver’s face, bright. Marcus isn’t sure what he’s done to cause Oliver to go from avoiding his gaze to looking like an eager puppy, but he’s willing to go along with it. Oliver’s smile makes his heart all aflutter. Cute.

“I just thought you’d only want a one-time thing, given - well, given,” Oliver says, “Not that, that’d be bad! I just - might want…more?”

The color that spreads across his face is a brilliant red, and Marcus stammers for a good ten seconds because his blush is blooming pink on his cheeks. The cashier pops his gum slowly, glancing in between them.

“Yeah,” Marcus amends, trying to cover up his stunned silence and keep his happiness from leaking out from his pores, “More sounds good to me, too.”

Oliver’s smile, if possible, spreads tenfold. “Why don’t we go get you out of that shirt?”

The cashier drops his scanner, and Marcus smirks.

Dancing in the Downpour (Phil Lester)

A/N

Hello this is my first Phil Lester fanfiction, I really hope that you enjoy it and I am slowly making my way through the list of fics that I am looking forward to writing. This was really fun to write and I am actually really proud of this one do thank you for requesting it! Requests are always appreciated however if they take longer for me to get to them quickly its because I am busy and a bit lazy so apologies however i try to write them to the best of my abilities as quickly as I can as well :)

Requested by: crybaby-cries-alot

I hope you dont mind that i changed it a little to your request however I am proud of the way that it turned out and I hope that you like it too!

Words: 1,800+

-Emily

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its a warm Sunday morning and Phil and I have just woken up after a long good night sleep. It is Spring and we are currently still lying in bed the both of us too weary to get out of bed and prepare for the day, however at the rate that this is going it doesnt look like a lot will be happening in the near future. I peer to my right and see my beautiful boyfriend lying next to me awake, dreary, but awake. I continue to stare lovingly over at Phil and take in his features that are lit up by the orange tinge that illuminates our surroundings. His dark locks had been pushed back on top of his head giving him a dark ruffled quiff. Though it was early his eyes still sparkled in the light (that was mainly coming from the glare on his phone), clouds of grey and blue enticing me even more everytime I see them. Moreover, it was hard for me to get a proper glimpse at his eyes when he had his dark frames carefully balanced on the bridge of his nose that were enabling him to read and absorb his twitter feed. He was wearing plain black top that he accidentally ordered in multiple sizes too big for him, and Phil being Phil he couldnt be bothered to send it back, I suppress a chuckle as I think back to the memory of Phil putting on that top for the first time. The clothing had hung low around his neck, the sleeves and the bottom of the top as well.

“Y/N you should really try and make your staring less obvious.” Phil says not taking his eyes off of his phone however he was grinning in pride that he had been able to catch you in the act.

“I don’t know what you are talking about” I say trying to act innocent and brush off what he said. I turn my attention back to my phone hoping he would drop the subject. It must have been no more than 13 seconds afterwards when i felt the bed shuffling and the duvet was being pulled and tugged around all over the place.

“What on earth are you doing Phil?”

Phil didnt reply to me he just showed me when his head was placed on my stomach. He took a few more tries to get the position that he was comfortable in just right. His long legs that were being covered in his cookie monster pyjama trousers were dangling over the end of the bed.

“I have been with you for so long and I have that it is best to just not ask questions” I say laughing and shaking my head and my silly boyfriend.

“I love you Y/N” Phil had a wide grin spread across his face and was looking up at me with tired eyes.

“I love you too Phil”

There is a pause for a while where we both focus all our attention on our devices present until Phil chirps up.

“So what do you want to do today?” Phil asks

“I dont know, how about we go into London and get some lunch?”

“Sound good to me”

**Some time later**

We had eaten lunch at a small cafe that we had found in a small back alley in Islington and we were walking hand in hand through the street, we were surrounded by busy shoppers and commuters. When suddenly Phil stops in his tracks.

“Y/N, do you know what day it is today?”

“Yes Phil it is Thursday the 13th of Apr-”

I cut myself off and looked at Phil and he looked at me grinning, how had we not remembered.

“Its our 1 year anniversary and we completely forgot about it” Phil says trying to conceal his laughter.

It was typical that the two most forgetful and clumsy people ever had forgotten that it was a special day that marked one year that they had been together. it was at that moment when the pair of us were unable to contain our laughter for any longer and we stood there, in the street, on our one year anniversary and I was happy and content.

Phil suggested that we go on a small walk around a park that isnt too far from the flat, much to my protests about the the gloomy weather that was looming up ahead, however Phil persisted and we were now in a green park that was rather busy with families with their smaller children. You have to watch your step because of you are careless or not looking properly then you are risking kicking a small child. these factors are intensified when you are a 6ft 3 male who is also a massive clutz, i am constantly re directing phil and having to go “watch out” before he knocks an excitable toddler flying.

it is around 4:30 in the afternoon and me and Phil are now sitting on the swings of the park that earlier on in the day would have been infested with giddy young children. However, now in the early evening it had been inhabited by two lovesick grown up who were competing on how high they could swing on the swings.

The families have fled, I believe this is due to the fact that there is a daunting dirty grey cloud that is sneaking closer to us quicker than we both anticipated.

“Phil as much as I would love to sit here on the swings all day with you I do think that we should make our way home as I don’t fancy getting caught up in that rain that is getting closer to us” I tell Phil, however he doesnt seem to want to move.

“Let’s stay”

He catches a glimpse of the unimpressed look on my face

“Not for long though” 

he corrects himself and I nod in response thinking about how when we return home we will be soaked through our clothing. Phil grins, takes my hand with his large one and drags me over to the rather tall metal slide that remind me of days out to the park as a child.

I called it. Five minutes after I suggested we make our way home it starts to rain, this is not the sort of rain that would create a light pitter-patter sound on the roof that could be counted as somewhat relaxing, however this was the kind of rain that frustrates you and disturbs your television experience forcing you to turn it up over the trashing sound that can be heard a mile away. 

“Phil I told you it would rain and now look at us” I exclaim standing in a children’s play area in the middle of London at about 5 O’clock on the afternoon.

Phil doesn’t say a word just walk over to me with water dripping down his chiseled face, he brings his hands up to place them on my cheek brushing away some of the damp loose hairs as he does so. The tension builds as I wait for him to remove the space that was between us that felt like miles. We have kissed many times before but this one felt as though it was going to be different, it felt like all the emotions in our relationship were all going to be communicated through this one illuminating kiss.

Then he does it. the gap has been filled by the collision of our soft lips moulding together to create one. If feels like the first time we kissed again, who knew that two intimate body parts colliding could create such a rush of emotions and memories fill your body making you feel whole and pure. I was taken back to that night, that night on the sofa where Phil was desperate to kiss me however he was to nervous to make the first move, but when he did it I thought that that kiss would be the best kiss I have ever had in my life. It has been, until today, until now. It is similar to our first kiss however this one contains so much more passion, emotion and lust. This kiss communicated how much our love for eachother has grown and adapted to each others needs over time. That for me was special.

We pull away. then just as I think that the tender moment between us was over, the one that left me wondering if Phil was experiencing the same lust and emotions as I was had ended I notice that Phil has extended his palm to me as  a gesture for me to take it.

What was he doing? 

Phil noticed how hesitantly I have reacted and spoke up.

“Trust me Y/N”

And I do, I trust Phil with all my heart and I cant see me living in a world without Phil, and for that to be a figment of my imagination there needs to be trust.

I grab his strong hands that I trust with every inch of my body then instantaneously I am twirled around on the spot, I was shocked at the action from both parties.  it was unlike Phil to pursue such a vulnerable gesture however it was unlike myself to participate in the action itself. Embarrassment curses through my veins.

“Phil what are you doing people will see us?” I scold him, the embarrassment and lack of self esteem fuels through my body at an alarming rate. Only a minute ago I was relaxing my body into Phils delicate kiss now I am tense and ashamed about dancing in the rain where other members of the general public will see me.

“Who cares Y/N, its our anniversary live a little” Phil encourages me by pulling my soaked body closer to his chest and plays with my hands gently.

“I’m not too sure Phil, people will stare at us”

“So what if they stare they can stare all they like and even if people do stare I don’t think you have much to worry about considering the only people that I can see are currently leaving the park.”

 I turn and see that Phil was right I see a what I can only assume is a father who is pushing a pram at great speed whilst attempting to usher a couple of toddlers in the right direction and out of the downpour.

“Fuck it” I curse and grabs Phil’s hand and we dance together in the pouring rain, all our worries and cares had been washed away by the rain water and we are hear frolicking in a childs play area in a freezing shower of rain. As Phil spins me around again straight into a puddle I think for the second time today that I am happy and content where I am right now with who I am right now.

Imagine– he sees a spider and is too scared to move it.

Work had gotten worse over the past week. Your boss had been piling up paper work for you to do. There was that much, you were taking it home after work. All you wanted to do was have a day in bed with your fiancé Dan.

By the time Friday had come round you just wanted to sit in bed with Dan.  You had finally finished all of your work and Dan had finished editing his latest video.  You had both agreed to spend Saturday lay in bed together with no distractions and no work.

At the end of your day on Friday you climed into bed next to Dan wearing his eclipse t-shirt and short pyjama bottoms. The two of you falling asleep watching Deadpool.

You woke the next morning to a sound of someone screaming.  “What the fuck” you muttered turning  to where Dan had fallen asleep.

The room was still dark due to the black blind in your room. You reached behind you and turned the bedside lamp on. Once the lamp was on, you grabbed your phone and checked the time

9:00am

Seriously what the fuck is going on, you thought to yourself getting out of bed. When you got up you noticed Dan wasn’t next to you. You walked out of the bedroom and heard what sounded like deep breathing coming from the games room.

You made your way upstairs and into the games room. Standing in the door way, you could see Dan crouching on the sofa. You started laughing at the sight of a 6ft 3 man cowering away from something. Dan noticed and stared over at you. “What!? Don’t laugh! Get rid of it!” Dan complained.

“What are you on about Dan?!” You questioned looking around the room. “THAT! THERE!” He replied slightly annoyed, pointing towards the corner of the desk. Your eyes followed where he was pointing and you saw a tiny black spider between all of the cables. “What the fuck Dan? It’s TINY!” You  pointed out trying to hold back your laughter. Slowly you walked over to the desk, cupping your hands. Cautiously you put your hands on the desk and let the spider crawl into one hand. You walked over to the window and allowed the spider to crawl out onto the windowsill.

You turned on your heel to see Dan stood infront of you. He bent down and wrapped his arms around you. “Thanks for saving me” he whispered “It’s okay, you giant baby” you replied moving out of his arms. You walked down to your bedroom and got back under the sheets and tried to go back to sleep.

It was only 9:15 and you had already got rid of a spider.

Before you had chance to go back to sleep Dan crawled into the bed next to you and put his arm around your back. You resting your head on his chest. “I’m sorry for waking you on your day off love” he spoke gently.  Your eyelids began to close and you began to drift back into sleep.

You woke up an hour later and looked up to Dan. He was looking down at you smiling from ear to ear. “How did I get to be with such an amazing woman” he wondered out loud. He moved his arm from behing your head and got up, leaving you confused. Moments later he returned with his laptop and charger, he plugged his charger into the wall and came and sat with you under the covers. You returned to your previous position while Dan put on the latest episode of Game Of Thrones

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Smallest House in Great Britain

The Quay House, located in Conwy, Wales, claims to be the smallest house in Great Britain. The cottage was built in 16th century and was inhabited by dozens of people up until the summer of 1900. The house stands at 72 inches wide by 122 inches high, so residents couldn’t have been taller than 6ft 3″.  The house may be tiny but it’s still livable - there’s just enough room for a single bed, a fireplace and a coal bunker.

Asylum.- 5SOS AU- Part One

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THE ADMISSIONS
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PRESENT DAY:
These files have been discovered in Hellingly Saniterium, 32 years after its closing in 1973:

Micheal Gordan Clifford

Age:19 

Height: 6ft 3 inches

Hair colour: Blue (dyed)

Reason For Admission: Murdered family in thier sleep. Claims that “they” told him to do it. Claims his family were in the way of “thier” plans.

Diagnoses: Schizophrenia / D.I.D ( Dissociative Identity Disorder)

MUST BE UNDER HIGH SURVAILANCE AT ALL TIMES
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Name: Calum Thomas Hood

Age: 19 

Height: 6ft 3 inches

Hair colour: Dark Brown

Reason For Admission: Burned down ex girlfriend’s house, killing her and her current boyfriend. Claims he done it just for the fun of it”.

Diagnoses: Pyromaniac

MUST BE UNDER HIGH SURVAILANCE AT ALL TIMES
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Name: Ashton Fletcher Irwin

Age: 20 

Height: 6ft 2 inches

Hair colour: Light brown

Reason For Admission: Driving under the influence of Drugs. Found with 14 grams of cocain in his car along 4 offensive weapons. Claims he was ready to kill. Claims he no longer wants to live.

Diagnosis: Narcotics Addiction/ Severe Depression

MUST BE UNDER HIGH SURVAILANCE AT ALL TIMES
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Name: Lucas Robert Hemmings

Age: 18

Height: 6ft 4 inches

Hair colour: Blonde

Reason For Admission: Murder of 5 school peers. Seriously injured 23 more (all still in critical condition). Phsycotic rampage with an offensive weapon. Claims that they deserved death. Claims he would kill again if he could. Claims he only kills people he hates and that he hates everyone. Diagnosis: Clinically Insane

MUST BE UNDER HIGH SURVAILANCE AT ALL TIMES

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This is the first part of a 10 part imagine I have been working on secrertly, so let me know what you guys think ^-^

I must also point out that I am in no way promoting mental illness in a positive manor. Mental illness is a serious matter that should not be taken lightly. THIS IS PURLEY FICTIONAL.

-Beth xx

"I Need you Back" Luke/4 (Imagine - Requested)

“Luke you need to focus on this band! I’m a distraction and you need to dedicate yourself 100%,” you argue.

“I swear I will but please don’t break up with me,” he pleaded.

“No you won Luke, I don’t want you to worry about your girlfriend who’s missing you when you’re on tour,” you sighed.

“Please (y/n)! We’ll figure something out," 

"I’m sorry Luke,”

And those were the last words you had ever spoken to Luke. It’s been two years since you’ve seen him and his band had been taking over the world with their music. You had missed him greatly but what you had done was for him. He needed to focus on his music and having a girlfriend wouldn’t benefit him in any way. You sighed and put down the pictures of you and Luke. You grabbed your keys and headed out for another day of babysitting. You entered the house with the spare key they had given you.

“Oh hi (y/n), you know the whole drill on how everything works. My husband and I should be back in 2 or 3 hours. If we’re going to be a little late we’ll call you,” she said, smoothing out her dress.

“Oh by the way, my nephew will be coming round to pick up some stuff,” she continued.

“Okay no problem,” you smiled. You heard loud screams coming from the living room.

“I’ll go tend to them, you have fun Mrs Adams’, you smiled. You walked into the living room to find a crying Isaac pushing Jocelyn resulting in her bursting into tears.

"Hey hey hey, Isaac we do not push people,” you said, picking up Jocelyn. 

“It’s her fault, she broke my Spiderman action figure,” he pouted.

“It’s still not right Isaac,” you said, patting Jocelyn on the back. Jocelyn stopped crying and held onto you with a tight grip.

“Now I want both of you to apologise to each other,” you said. Issac sighed and climbed onto the sofa.

“I’m sorry for pushing you Joccy,” Isaac apologised.

“I’m sorry for breaking your toy,” Jocelyn mumbled. You smiled and set Jocelyn down onto the floor. You heard the front door open and shut.

“Jocelyn! Isaac! Your cool cousin bought you cookies,” you heard a voice call out. This was a voice you knew all too well. But it couldn’t be him.

“Luke!,” Jocelyn squeals. She runs out the living and into the hallway with Isaac following closely.

“Hey there, where are your parents,” you hear him say.

“Daddy and Mommy have gone out with friends. Someone else is taking care of us,” Jocelyn says.

“Well let’s go meet that someone,” You hear footsteps coming closer to the living room and brace yourself. And there he was. Still the same 6ft 3 boy who you had once been in a relationship. His flat hair was now styled into a quiff and the lanky boy he had been had gained some muscles.

“(y/n),” Luke whispered.

“Do you know (y/n),” Isaac asked, sounding surprised.

“Uh yeah, (y/n) and I are old friends,” Luke mumbled.

“Hey guys, why don’t you go eat the cookies in the kitchen,” you said, breaking the silence. They nodded and ran off towards the kitchen.

“It’s been a while (y/n),” Luke said, shuffling his feet.

“Yeah, it’s good to see you again,” you said, giving him a small smile.

“So…you’re babysitting my cousins,” Luke said, scratching the back of his neck.

“Yea, I needed the money to pay for Uni and it’s a plus that they’re sweet kids," 

"Listen (y/n), I really want us to be together again,” Luke sighed moving towards you. You knew this topic was going to pop up eventually.

“Luke, your band is really kicking off well and I don’t want to be the girl that drags you down,” you sighed, cleaning up the toys. 

“You won’t be! You have no idea how much I’ve been thinking about you ever since we broke up (y/n),” Luke said. You ignored him and continued cleaning. Luke’s hand grabs your arms and turns you around, before you can react his lips are on yours. You had forgotten what they had felt like. He pulled away and put his forehead against yours.

“Please (y/n), let’s give this another shot,” he whispered.

“I’ve missed you,” you said, sliding your arms around his neck, kissing him back.

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Lee Pace rule of manliness:

“Any male subject who stands next to Lee Pace instantly loses 79.4% of his manliness. If Lee Pace starts talking, male subject next to him starts losing his manliness at the speed of light.”




A better look at what a box van camper is. Nice horizontal sides! I’m 6ft 3 so need all the space I can get. Plus, tail lift! Come on, who wants to use steps when you have a TAIL LIFT!?

I’ve lost 8 stone in weight!!! I can’t think of a better time for celebration pizza.

Left: 23 stone 3 pounds (325 pounds)
Right: 15 stone 3 pounds (213 pounds)

I still need to lose another stone (14 pounds) to reach a healthy weight, but it’s all coming off at a steady 2 pound a week at the moment. 

After that it’s just a case of trying to build muscle and stuff.

My height: 6ft 3"
Age: 26