Everything you (n)ever wanted to know about archery
Don’t watch Lord of the Rings, the Hunger Games, or Avatar. At least, not for the archery. Hollywood is stock full of misinformation and misrepresentation about archery. Sadly, not a lot of writers have the opportunity to really delve into the practice. So here is my all you wanted to know primer from how bows are constructed, to lining up and releasing the shot, to treating your friend’s nasty broadhead wound.
Honestly my favorite thing about the holiday season is when Christians are like, “Yes, first we must ritualistically cut down a tree, bring it indoors, and decorate it with lights and symbols that are meaningful to us. Then, we will all light candles and chant and sing together. But don’t forget to leave out an offering the night before, so that the amalgamation of various folk characters will be pleased, and bless us with gifts! This is totally Christian, and absolutely what Jesus would have wanted, in a month not related to his birth!”
Who is this? Are you the same person? Come off anoooonnnnnn :)
These have been sitting in my inbox for a while (sorry) I combining them bc I’ve given up on the whole, ‘5 sentences’ thing and also I don’t have it in me just yet to write two! (sorry again)
This was supposed to be funny and got out of hand. My bad.
The grains have been scooped and the
filter set. Coffee gurgles and sputters to life but only out of habit,
for this morning she is in no need of caffeine. She just needs something to do.
She is already ball of foot tapping, lip-chewing, nervous energy, startling
when she thinks she hears her bedroom door creak…..nothing. Her terry cloth
robe is wrapped tightly around her middle to ward off the chill, unaccustomed
to mornings on her kitchen tile barelegged and bare-footed. She really
should’ve put on her pajama pants, but something has fundamentally shifted this
morning, and she’s feeling bawdy. All at once a particularly visceral memory
from the night before surfaces, and her hands are covering her face,
suppressing a giggle and a look of sheepish disbelief crosses her features
before a smile and a shake of the head.
I’m from Chile, and lately we’ve had forest fires. Unfortunately, I live in a dangerous area. On March 12th, we had a forest fire a little more up where I live, and on March 13th we had more exactly where my family and I live. My brother’s house and his girlfriend’s house have been destroyed. The point is We need help, so if you want take a commission or something, I’d really appreciate it.
Fantasy AU in which Grantaire is the Crown Prince of his kingdom and fears the day he must ascend to the throne. His family came into power after an uprising which overthrew the previous king, judged cruel, unfair and unfit to rule. But the idea of power and kingly responsibility scares Grantaire to his core.
Every year on the anniversary of the uprising, a royal procession is organised. Except this time, amongst the cheers, Grantaire can hear shouts, seemingly coming from everywhere:
“Usurper!” “Murder!” “Throne stealer!”
His carriage is attacked by rebels and pandemonium breaks out. All Grantaire can make out between the clash of the swords is the handsome face of his assailant, his features made sharp with cold anger. His sword is knocked to the ground, and Grantaire waits for the final blow. But it never comes. His attacker spares his life, giving him one last icy glance.
Now that the seed of doubt has been planted in Grantaire’s mind, he starts doing his research, only to discover that history has been rewritten, document falsified, reports burnt. His father did not save the kingdom. He seized it by force. And killed every member of the previous royal family, all but one who managed to escape. A young boy.