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Everything you (n)ever wanted to know about archery

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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.

Edit: expanded the debunking section. 

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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. 

 "Good morning.” 

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Just in case I don’t do anything with these, I’m posting them here 

This is what I’ve been doodling for the past few days, I grabbed a few dancing videos, paused them and sketched 

I wanna add some color to these, or clean them up, and add even more, we’ll see if I actually do that xD

Ginny Weasley starts to judge everything by one standard.

“Could this be the worst thing that’s ever happened in my life?”

And the answer, of course, is always no.

Could going on a date be the worst thing ever in her life? Could she survive?

Of course. She picked up a journal once. It couldn’t be worse than that decision. And she survived that.

Could joining a secret underground army to defend against the rising evil be the worst decision ever? Would it kill her?

Of course not. She once wrote in her diary that she was in love with Harry Potter. It had responded with a dozen innocuous questions.

That had been far more dangerous than learning how to defend herself.

Could running away from school with a group of friends into unknown territory and no plan to fight the most feared wizard of her time kill her?

Yes. But he’d already tried once and she’d be damned if he ever succeeded. She knew what she was doing now. She was trained.

Once she’d tried to face him by herself, and he’d already had half her soul by then. This was nothing compared to that.

Could fighting in the final battle of a war that had waged since before she was born kill her? Would it be the worst decision she could make?

It would almost definitely kill her, but she couldn’t think of a better decision. This mattered. This was important.

She almost died once. Once, when the most important thing in her world was a boy she loved and a diary that understood her, she’d almost died just to be accepted.

This was far more important than that.

And so Ginny learns anything is possible if you have enough nerve.

She just hopes no one ever asks her where hers comes from.

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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.

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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.

Prince Enjolras.