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46 Of The Most Beautiful Sentences In YA Literature

1. “You could rattle the stars. You could do anything, if you only dared. And deep down, you know it too, and that’s what scares you the most.”
—Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

2. “Because sometimes chance and circumstance can seem like the most appalling injustice, but we just have to adapt. That’s all we can do.”
—Gavin Extence, The Universe Versus Alex Woods

3. “I can’t seem to be a pessimist long enough to overlook the possibility of things being overwhelmingly good.”
—John Corey Whaley, Where Things Come Back

4. “Books are my friends, my companions. They make me laugh and cry and find meaning in life.”
―Christopher Paolini, Eragon

5. “Because Margo knows the secret of leaving, the secret I have only just now learned; leaving feels good and pure only when you leave something important, something that mattered to you. Pulling life out by the roots. But you can’t do that until your life has grown roots.”
—John Green, Paper Towns

6. “Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all those who live without love.”
―J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

7. “I’m done with those; regrets are an excuse for people who have failed.”
—Ned Vizzini, It’s Kind of a Funny Story

8. “Becoming fearless isn’t the point. That’s impossible. It’s learning how to control your fear, and how to be free from it.”
—Veronica Roth, Divergent

9. “The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human. Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.”
—Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

10. “Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.”
—Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park

11. “Don’t be afraid of death; be afraid of an unlived life. You don’t have to live forever, you just have to live.”
—Natalie Babbit, Tuck Everlasting

12. “Just because we’ve been … dealt a certain hand … it doesn’t mean that we can’t choose to rise above — to conquer the boundaries of a destiny that none of us wanted.”
—Stephenie Meyer, Twilight

13. “Some walks you have to take alone.”
—Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

14. “That’s the thing about pain. It demands to be felt.”
—John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

15. “We believe in the wrong things. That’s what frustrates me the most. Not the lack of belief, but the belief in the wrong things. You want meaning? Well, the meanings are out there. We’re just so damn good at reading them wrong.”
—Rachel Cohn, Dash & Lily’s Book of Dares

16. “Why would you be given wings if you weren’t meant to fly?”
—Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender

17. “Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you! Let nothing be lost upon you. Be always searching for new sensations. Be afraid of nothing.”
—Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

18. “It’s just that…I just think that some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic. It’s the universe’s way of providing contrast, you know? There have to be a few holes in the road. It’s how life is.”
—Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever

19. “The universe is bigger than anything that can fit into your mind.”
—Ava Dellaira, Love Letters to the Dead

20. “I try to think about how it all works. At school dances, I sit in the background, and I tap my toe, and I wonder how many couples will dance to ‘their song.’ In the hallways, I see the girls wearing the guys’ jackets, and I think about the idea of property. And I wonder if anyone is really happy. I hope they are. I really hope they are.”
—Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

21. “Things were rough all over but it was better that way. That way, you could tell the other guy was human too.”
—S.E. Hinton, The Outsiders

22. “What if evil doesn’t really exist? What if evil is something dreamed up by man, and there is nothing to struggle against except our own limitations? The constant battle between our will, our desires, and our choices?”
—Libba Bray, Rebel Angels

23. “It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.”
—J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone

24. “It’s like the people who believe they’ll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, but who learn it doesn’t work that way. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you. If you see what I mean.”
—Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book

25. “I can tell you that the end of a life is the sum of the love that was lived in it, that whatever you think you have sworn, being here at the end of Jem’s life is not what is important. It was being here for every other moment.”
—Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

26. “Life, with its rules, its obligations, and its freedoms, is like a sonnet: You’re given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself.”
—Madeleine L’Engle, A Wrinkle In Time

27. “Maybe who we are isn’t so much about what we do, but rather what we’re capable of when we least expect it”
—Jodi Picoult, My Sister’s Keeper

28. “People never really died. They only went on to a better place, to wait a while for their loved ones to join them. And then once more they went back to the world, in the same way they had arrived the first time around.”
―V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic

29. “Goodbye, I say, goodbye, as I disappear little by little into the middle of the middle of my own spectacular now.”
—Tim Tharp, The Spectacular Now

30. “But if I’m it, the last of my kind, the last page of human history, like hell I’m going to let the story end this way…Because if I am the last one, then I am humanity. And if this is humanity’s last war, then I am the battlefield.”
—Rick Yancey, The 5th Wave

31. “The words were on their way, and when they arrived, she would hold them in her hands like clouds, and she would ring them out like the rain.”
—Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

32. “Child, no one is ever ready for anything. I would never doom you to that. What sort of adventureless life would that be?”
—Alethea Kontis, Enchanted

33. “And now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good.”
—John Steinbeck, East of Eden

34. “Maybe some people are just meant to be in the same story.”
―Jandy Nelson, I’ll Give You the Sun

35. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s this: We all want everything to be okay. We don’t even wish so much for fantastic or marvelous or outstanding. We will happily settle for okay, because most of the time, okay is enough.”
—David Levithan, Every Day

36. “Doubt everything at least once. What you decide to keep, you’ll be able to be confident of. And what you decide to ditch, you will replace with what your instincts tell you is true.”
―Amy Plum, After the End

37. “Just as a river by night shines with the reflected light of the moon, so too do you shine with the light of your family, your people, and your God. So you are never far from home, never alone, wherever you go.”
—Karen Cushman, Catherine Called Birdy

38. “You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.”
—John Green, Looking for Alaska

39. “There’s no shame in fear, my father told me, what matters is how we face it.”
—George R.R. Martin, A Clash of Kings

40. “I know that the whole point—the only point—is to find the things that matter, and hold on to them, and fight for them, and refuse to let them go.”
—Lauren Oliver, Delirium

41. “We feel cold, but we don’t mind it, because we will not come to harm. And if we wrapped up against the cold, we wouldn’t feel other things, like the bright tingle of the stars, or the music of the aurora, or best of all the silky feeling of moonlight on our skin. It’s worth being cold for that.”
—Philip Pullman, The Golden Compass

42. “It’s a lot easier to be lost than found. It’s the reason we’re always searching and rarely discovered—so many locks not enough keys.”
―Sarah Dessen, Lock and Key

43. “On that cold night in January it all slipped into place for me and she became my everything and my everyone. My music, my sun, my words, my logic, my confusion, my flaw.”
—Julie Murphy, Side Effects May Vary

44. “Hope? Hope can be a powerful force. Maybe there’s no actual magic in it, but when you know what you hope for most and hold it like a light within you, you can make things happen, almost like magic.”
—Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke and Bone

45. “[She] had always suffered from a vague restlessness, a longing for adventure that she told herself severely was the result of reading too many novels when she was a small child.”
—Robin McKinley, The Blue Sword

46. “Youth cannot know how age thinks and feels, but old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young.”
—J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix 

Aries: You can’t burn someone, and not expect them to treat you like you are fire. Can’t expect them not to be cautious of poison.
Taurus: Don’t be scared. As big and massive as the future is, all the pain has got to be behind us. You’ve survived enough.
Gemini: Some people are always going to be monsters. You can’t ever make them into heroes.
Cancer: Moving on is the scariest thing you could possibly do. But often times it is the only thing you can do.
Leo: Stop second guessing everything. You cant take the bullet back once you fire. Be sure for once.
Virgo: You made it. I know you don’t feel like celebration right now. But you did it and all of us are so proud.
Libra: The fuck kid? Get it together. Just another day. Get through it.
Scorpio: The venom in your words is only hurting yourself. I wish this road gave you a better fate.
Sagittarius:  Be careful. The road you walk is filled with pot holes and is more dangerous then you could know.
Capricorn:  Quit picking at old wounds. You’ll just make more scars and more harm in the end.
Aquarius:  This town is just filled with ghosts. You don’t need it. Run as far and as fast as you can.
Pisces: You can only grow so much when you’re safe.. You have to take leaps of faith to test yourself.
—  This weeks horoscope

Yesterday was a rough day and I couldn’t update, but today I’m back on track, I’m not just sure if these are good, I’m sorry in advance if they aren’t. Hope you still like this! ^^

RFA + Saeran being clingy

Zen

  • Okay, it was very cute when you guys got home after one of his musical debuts and he was all over you
  • Oh, do your feet hurt? Here, give me your shoes. Do you want help to take this dress off? I’ll help, not trying anything funny, I swear. Oh, babe, you seem so tense, do you want a massage?
  • Then he offers to help you wipe the makeup of your face and now it’s kinda… weird.
  • “Zenny, I got this. Why don’t you relax? It was a big night, you must be exhausted…” “I am, so why don’t w cuddle on the couch and I’ll let you braid my hair?”
  •  Oh? Playing with his hair is usually off limits, so something is definitely off with him… “Hyun? What’s going on?” “What? I’m just showing all my love, babe.” He hugs you from behind.
  •  “And I appreciate it, but… calm down…” you stare at him by the mirror reflection, and he stares back.
  • “I’m sorry for scaring you, my princess, it’s just…this stupid contract that forbids me to show affection in public… I just want to remind you how much I love you…”
  •  Ohhhh…he looks legitimately hurt… “I never forget how much you love me, Zen…” you turn to place a kiss on his cheek.

Yoosung

  • At home, you’re very used to cuddling from the moment you and him plop on bed or the couch, doesn’t matter which time of the day
  • But in public? That’s new…
  • Especially here in the cafeteria of his college with all his colleagues and even some teachers looking…
  • But that’s not the problem, the problem is HOW IN THE WORLD CAN YOU TELL THIS CINNAMON ROLL TO GO EASY?
  • “Something wrong, MC?” “I… I should ask you the same, is… there something wrong? Something happened?”
  • “Well, yeah… you brought me lunch, and you joined me, and I’m just very happy to have you here…
  • Oh… this is quite a happening for him, huh? You look around and nobody seems to be paying mind to your PDA, but still…
  •  You pry his hands away sweetly, only to put your hand on top of his. “I’m happy to be here too.”

Jaehee

  • She cuddles and holds hands a lot
  •  EXCEPT when one of Zen’s DVDs are on, then she’ll be paying full attention to the TV and making sure you are paying attention too
  • So you get very surprised when she hooks her legs with yours and leans her head on your shoulder
  • And then she starts stealing some small kisses here and there. It’s actually pretty nice… it would be even nicer if you weren’t trying to actually pay attention to the movie.
  • “Jaehee? Have… have you seen this movie before?” “No, it’s the first time, I never watch new DVDs without you…”
  • “I see… aren’t you enjoying it or…?” “Oh, I’m loving it! It’s just so romantic, it’s… so romantic it almost feels contagious, is that crazy?”
  • Oh… then you realize, why does it bother you? You don’t have such a mushy Jaehee like this every day…
  • “No, it doesn’t sound crazy at all.” You stroke her hair as she keeps her head on your shoulder.

Jumin

  • As soon as you step home, he’s kissing you and dragging you to the couch to make you rest your head on his lap.
  • “Why don’t you rest, my love? You must be tired…” yeah, that was your plan…
  • Taking off this dress, putting some pajamas and going to bed to sleep, but… well, he must have a different pov on resting.
  • And it’s nice, of course it is, but… he looks pretty tired too…
  •  “Jumin, don’t you want to go to bed and sleep?” “Please, let’s stay away like this a little more.” “But you look tired…”
  •  “No, what I’m really tired of is people making wrong assumptions about our relationship just because I avoid public demonstrations of affection. Tsk… you know I’m just like this because I have to keep it professional, right? You know that, if I could, I would hold you in my arms the entire night, right?”
  • Oh my god… he’s usually so confident and doesn’t mind what other people say, but… truth is he can be a little insecure about balancing his professional and personal life when it comes to you.
  • “Of course I do. So don’t worry about what other people think… and… just hold me as much as you want…”

Saeyoung

  • You were on a little roadtrip.
  • He was caressing your leg, singing along with some cheesy music on the radio to serenade you and couldn’t stop looking at you.
  • It was cute but… eyes on the road, Saeyoung, eyes on the road!
  • You were trying to drop some hints like chuckling nervously and glancing to the road, but he wasn’t taking them.
  •  “Man, I’m just so excited! Can’t wait for us to get there!” he beams, and the car shakes a little due to passing over a hole he didn’t notice since… he wasn’t paying attention to the road!
  • “We… we can stop a little if you want…” you say, and then he finally gets it. “Oh… no need, I’m going to focus now, sorry for scaring you, MC. Guess I’m a little nervous since… you know, Saeran is home alone for the first time… he’ll be fine, right?”
  • Oh, your heart flutters, he seems so tense…
  • You hold his hand over the gear shift. “Of course he will, both Choi boys will be just fine…”


V

  • He can be very affectionate, especially if you guys get home from somewhere he had to keep it cool on PDA
  • But he gets twice as affectionate when he’s drunk.
  •  So just imagine how he is after you guys come back from dinner at Jumin’s, where both the guys had a little too much wine.
  • You’ve been trying to enter the house for some solid 20 minutes, but he keeps hugging you.
  •  “I just love you so much, darling…” “I love you too, Jihyun. Now let’s get insi…”
  • “I’m so lucky to have you, sometimes I don’t even believe I’m that lucky to have someone so wonderful like you in my life, I’m sorry for being clingy, darling, but I can’t help to hold you like this to know this is true and… I’m just so drunk right now, am I not?”
  • Yes… but he’s also being kinda funny… and very honest and sweet.
  • “There’s nothing to apologize for, Jihyun… let’s get inside so you’ll have some coffee or some cuddling…how does that sound?”


Saeran

  • Sometimes he gets really affectionate, but most of times he’s shy and avoids it
  • But not this morning when you wake up together. You weren’t home yet when he went to bed last night.
  • So you wake up with him basically over you, and you know he’s not sleeping by the way he strokes your hair.
  • So you stay a little like this, both of you pretending you don’t know neither of you aren’t sleeping anymore.
  • “Saeran… aren’t you feeling hot?” he nods a “no”, still with his face buried in your hair.
  •  “Saeran, I’m feeling really hot, can you…?” “Huh? Oh shit, sorry, I… sorry for being creepy, I just missed you last night, and I get cold easily, so… yeah, sorry for that.” He scoots away from over you.
  • Yeah, he has a very low body temperature, indeed… and he is being so cute, indeed…
  •  “So come here, I don’t want you to catch a cold or something…” you bring him to nuzzle in your chest.

[14]

AND IF YOU LOOK TO YOUR LEFT YOU WILL SEE OUR NEWEST EXHIBIT LABELLED “GENUINE FEELINGS OF SURPRISE ON A GRUMPY NINJA”.

I absolutely love how this bit of the conversation plays out too, though. The panel zooms all the way out for Kurogane’s questions, because that’s as close as we’re going to get. WE don’t get to see the concern on Kurogane’s face when he asks about Tomoyo’s well-being, because those don’t belong to us yet. Those are still private things for Kurogane, and only these specific circumstances are letting him properly voice them. 

And the way Piffle Tomoyo chooses to reply isn’t with any guarantees of her safety, because it was a year ago, and Kurogane would see through any empty assurances in a heartbeat. Tomoyo knows what this moment means, so she’s completely and utterly honest in a way that still stays true to what he wants to hear: she looked happy - or more specifically, she enjoyed herself the most when she was talking about him. AND KUROGANE EXPECTS THAT SHE WAS TROLLING HIM BECAUSE HE KNOWS HER VERY WELL, but that wasn’t the case, and instead he gets a compliment he was never expecting. 

Tomoyo sent him away on this journey very abruptly without giving him any chance to adjust to the reasons WHY she was sending him away. But here Kurogane gets the message that she wasn’t just banishing him outright or doing it out of spite, but because she truly believes in him and thinks he will grow into a truer and stronger version of himself. 

Which is what he always wanted in his own misguided way. He wanted strength, which he equated with murder at the time. But now Tomoyo has not only given him the path to true strength, but she honestly believes that he can achieve it the proper way, and that was a vote of confidence he might not have been expecting. 

OH MAN. 

SO. ON TOP OF ALL THAT

On top of HIS Tomoyo’s care and belief and her gift of putting him in the position to achieve what he always wanted (but had fallen out of sync with), Piffle Tomoyo goes back and addresses her original question. Kurogane’s wound. 

And this time Kurogane doesn’t deflect or resist. He accepts Tomoyo’s gentle comfort. 

That in itself is a huge step, but it’s a metaphor in itself. The entire thing is a mirror.

Piffle Tomoyo hurt Kurogane physically - but she’s taking responsibility, providing him the comfort that only she can, and encouraging him to heal.

Kurogane’s Tomoyo did the same thing, but on a much larger scale. She hurt him emotionally - which, because this is Kurogane, is a very hard thing to gauge in the first place (and this in itseld is reflected through his refusal to take off the glove or admit that he was hurt). 

(But we know it does.) 

And through Piffle Tomoyo’s words, his Tomoyo is reaching back out to him. She’s accepting responsibility for what she did by sending him away, but she’s providing the kind of comfort that could ONLY come from her. 

More than all of that, she wants him to heal. 

And at the core of it all, that’s what Kurogane’s journey has been about right from the very start.

And now he might actually begin to do it. 

Midwest Gothic

- The bugs get louder each night. They seem closer. At first you heard them in the forest, at the roads edge, then in your yard. now they’re at your windowsill. You’re not sure they’re bugs
- No matter how alone you think you are, you can hear a dog barking in the distance
- The deer travel in packs. The deer hunt in packs. The deer circle your house and stare at you with glowing eyes. You’re pretty sure you’ve seen them pull back their lips. You’re pretty sure you’ve seen their fangs.
- Every road you travel has pot holes. Every other road is under construction. This never changes
- The sound of the snow keeps you up in the winter. How would you describe the sound? You’re not sure, actually.
- You take note of the empty spaces along the highways. The open fields and lifeless forests. They’re fenced off. They’re not keeping anything out. They’re not keeping anything in
- you’ve seen a fox late at night. You’ve seen it only once. Everyone has seen it only once.
- no matter where you go, you find yourself at the waters edge, be it a lake, pond, or marsh. The air always feels different here. Sometimes you swear you see things beneath that glassy surface
- There’s a house in your neighborhood. It’s a nice house. The lawn looks nice. There’s a fence and a porch. No one has lived in it for years, but no one knows who once did or why they left. You peered through the windows once. You felt something peer back at you. The house was empty.
- The pavement sighs at night.
- There’s at least one maple tree in your yard. Creatures rustle the leaves. The wind rustles the leaves. The trees quiver and shake. You recognize their language as one you spoke a long, long time ago.

Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 thoughts

Let’s get the show on the road a-holes

• bb Groot dancing while everyone else is fighting is my aesthetic tbh
• Drax and his humor give me life
• Ego can burn in the pits of Hell for all I care after what he did to my son Peter and his Mom
• Gamora we all know there is an unspoken thing between you and P don’t lie to yourself
• Rocket and Yondu my bbs ilybsm my precious sons
• Nebula just wanted a sister in this dumb galaxy 😢😢😢
• EGO YOU DICK HEAD LEAVE BB GROOT ALONE
• Yondu WHY????? 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
• Peter and Gamora are totes Groot parents
• I cried so hard when Peter gave the eulogy oml
• the funeral was so beautiful
• goodbye Nebula I hope we see you again
• teenage Groot is me as hell jfc

And let’s not forget
• Howard the Duck
• Stan the Man 👌👌👌

The Lost Legacy of Doom’s Hitscan Enemies

I’m dancing. My feet follow no pattern and make no sound as I glide effortlessly over the terrain, but the rhythm of the Super Shotgun guides my every move. I weave to and fro among the soaring fireballs and scything claws, spotting opportunities, darting near and far, catching hellspawn in efficient point-blank bursts of scattershot. Boom, click, ker-chunk. Boom, click, ker-chunk. Boom, click, ker-chunk. Somewhere in the back of my head, I’m dimly aware of the familiar noise of a pneumatic door sliding open, barely audible above a tinny MIDI rendition of ‘Fear Of The Dark’. It’s catchier than you’d think.

Somebody roars. I’ve heard the sound enough times to recognise it as a ‘somebody’. Startled, I pivot to catch sight of the new assailants: two heavyset bald men, cradling imposingly large guns, furious piggy eyes as red as their bulky chestplates. Chaingunners. Before I can close the distance, they open fire, tearing an abundance of new holes in my circle-strafing, road-running backside. I put them out of action, but the damage is done. Was that a fair exchange? It’s not as if I could’ve outpaced their shots. Are they a fun enemy design in this, the most famous of all famously fast-paced first-person shooter? My kneejerk response is ‘no’, but Doom—because of course, it’s Doom—is a lot smarter than it seems.

Few games can claim to have lived as long and as healthily as Doom. Of course, it’s had the unwavering support of a community on its side, constantly tweaking and touching-up and doing everything in their power to stop the wrinkles under its eyes from showing, but its simple formula and flexible combat were always going to hold up well against the test of time. Doom has influenced the design of the modern first-person shooter in more ways than I could possibly articulate, with a little bit of DNA in everything from ARMA to Ziggurat, and yet… I feel there are one or two lessons from it that never quite caught on.

See, the concept of the ‘old-school’ first-person shooter, while not especially formally defined, is very much a thing. We’ve seen bits of it in the likes of Painkiller, Strafe, Tower of Guns, Dusk, Desync, Devil Daggers, and yes, even Doom 2016: games that buck dominant design patterns to focus on swift, streamlined, evasive movement, and a host of enemies that force you to make the most of that movement. Out of style, but by no means out of their depth, these games take after Doom more than most, but no matter how much they borrow from it, there’s one particular feature that many seem to skirt around. Something regarded almost with a kind of hushed, ‘we don’t talk about that’ shame, like the uncle at the family get-together who isn’t allowed to leave the country for reasons that nobody’s quite sure of. Hitscan enemies, a regular staple of Doom’s encounters, have near-vanished from the contemporary games that bear closest resemblance to it. What happened?

Well, at a glance, they do seem to clash with the desired experience. Doomguy can outrun a lot of things—many of which need at least fifty supervised hours logged before you can operate them independently—but he cannot outrun bullets, nor buckshot. You can’t dodge a hitscan enemy’s attacks by just going fast; the nature of Doom means that they take no time to pivot and have impeccable aim, other than the inherent spread patterns of their weapons. Your only recourse, it would seem, is to get out of range—a bit of a tall order, in most scenarios—or to take cover, which sounds like it would go directly against the fast, exciting experience of running around with the wind in your hair and a rocket launcher under your arm. ‘Cover’ is a dirty word; one that brings to mind hunkering behind a chest-high wall, plinking away at a succession of targets and crawling out only when a grenade gets tossed into your lap. To be in cover implies one is at rest, without any of the spatial analysis, fast-paced action or thrilling escapes that characterise the rest of the combat. You can see this stigma manifest frequently in retro first-person shooters, which often come hand-in-hand with the attitude that cover is for babies, and charging blindly into battle with your enormous, impenetrable testicles hanging out on display is the only acceptable combat strategy for ‘real men’. You could probably write a hefty tome about how unhealthy pulp action-hero masculinity has seeped through various layers of media and eventually pooled, like a discarded half-finished McDonalds’ thickshake, in nooks and crannies of gaming obscurity, but that’s a discussion for another time.

The thing is, Doom itself doesn’t actually work that way. In fact, it does a number of things to ensure that hitscan enemies don’t stifle the player’s movement, but instead add an extra set of considerations and trade-offs, forcing them to look at the play space—and when and where they position themselves in it—in a more nuanced manner. Like most of the ingredients that go into a first-person shooter, the way Doom’s hitscan enemies work is subject to its encounter design—a surprisingly diverse field, as custom WADs frequently demonstrate—but there are a few qualities to them you can count on in every sensible encounter.

Let’s break this down, piece by piece. Of the five enemy types in the first two Doom games with hitscan attacks, the three most common ones by a large margin are the ‘former humans’: undead soldiers who utilise conventional firearms—provided your definition of ‘conventional’ extends to a portable belt-fed chain gun, I suppose—and have all the durability of a cardboard cutout of Master Chief that somebody left out in the rain overnight. Upon noticing the player, they give a suitably enraged bellow and enter their attack routine: move, pause, shoot (if possible), repeat.

This pattern gives us time. Like a fireball whistling through the air, it gives us a chance to handle our predicament by reacting and moving quickly. It only takes an undead sergeant a few tenths of a second to level his shotgun barrel at yougive or take a bit of bumbling around, as they are wont to do—but in the world of Doom, it’s enough to at least start on a decisive manoeuvre. Doomguy runs quickly enough that you can very likely put something between yourself and your foe before they fire—it doesn’t even have to be a wall; other monsters serve perfectly well—and since the poor daft AI has no concept of suppressing fire, you need only be behind it for the split-second it takes them to return to their ‘move’ state. Consequentially, cover is less about clinging to the warm, comforting bosom of a solid wall and more about rapidly, momentarily repositioning yourself when the situation demands it; diving around corners, circling pillars, making use of the nearest solid thing in a pinch and immediately darting back out again. Taking cover is every bit as much about clever, well-timed movement as circle-strafing a pack of imps, and to be honest, probably demands far more split-second decision-making.

Another quality that’s critical to the success of the former humans is their relative squishiness: you can usually count on a single shotgun blast to put one out of action, and even glancing shots are likely to interrupt their routines long enough to buy some extra breathing room. A crowd can be swiftly dealt with by just raking a chain gun across their ranks—conveniently, the exact weapon dropped by the strongest former human, the Chaingunner—and pointing anything bigger at them is usually outright wasteful. This is key because it means that they’re only a very short-term threat—or, in larger battles where they’re mixed up with other enemies, only a threat for as long as you ignore them. Ducking behind a pillar once to evade a sergeant’s buckshot is a rush, but having to go through the same motion two or three times is stagnation. By letting you remove the former humans from the fight almost as quickly as they appear, Doom lets you quickly lift the restrictions they impose and expand the space where you can freely move, ensuring you’re never tied to one piece of cover or trapped in some godforsaken alcove.

But not every hitscan enemy in Doom goes down so easily, does it, hmm? I’m going to gently refuse to acknowledge the Spider Mastermind—a rare, highly-situational boss that squats unpleasantly at the end of the first game like a cane toad under the wheels of your dad’s Hilux—and instead concentrate on the notorious Arch-vile, whose pale, emaciated, lanky form is enough to set off half a dozen panic alarms in any Martian marine’s head. It’s everything the former humans aren’t: fast, durable, and capable of suddenly blasting half your health clean off from the far side of a munitions bay—to say nothing of its ability to revive fallen monsters, unravelling your work more and more the longer you leave it standing. Crucially, however, while the Arch-vile makes for a more persistent and punishing threat than the former humans, it also gives us much more time to work with. It takes about three full seconds of dramatic posing for an Arch-vile to wind up its hitscan attack—a pillar of infernal fire that explodes around its target—and once again, you are only required to actually duck behind something for the split-second when the attack connects to avoid taking damage. 

Consequentially, while our vitamin D-deficient friend does rather firmly, briefly force players into hiding, it also affords us the opportunity to stretch our legs and take nontrivial actions in between its attacks, giving it a distinctly different effect to Doom’s other hitscan enemies. Between every Arch-vile’s attack, there’s time enough to dart around the immediate area, change cover, take care of some lesser enemies, or—most likely—run up to it and empty both barrels into its repulsive mug. At an abstract level, the Arch-vile clamps down on the player by forcing them to be out of certain zones at certain times, but doesn’t make those zones inherently damaging to cross, like a crowd of former humans does.

Putting everything back together, Doom’s hitscan enemies are designed not to eliminate movement, but to carefully squeeze it; to force the player to take action, moving along vectors towards positions of safety. Restrictions on where in the combat space you can safely be are what make Doom’s fights engaging, and the restrictions that hitscan enemies provide are every bit as important to your positioning as a Revenant’s homing rocket or an Imp’s tossed fireball—they just take a different approach. Yet they’re also designed to ensure you’re never required to linger at your destination a moment longer than necessary, either by being easy to remove from the battlefield, or by only periodically applying their particular brand of pressure. Like every enemy in the game’s toolbox, they can be abused and used outside of their ideal roles—take a peek at The Plutonia Experiment, half of Final Doom, for some truly breathtakingly rude Chaingunner placement—but their basic principles are every bit as valuable as their peers.

Doom will force you to move, but it will never force you to stay. And that’s the philosophy that every first-person shooter should be built on, really.

Fic: Life’s Treasures (Chris Evans x Reader)

A Chris Evans x Reader Fanfic

Rating: T
Warnings: Language
Summary: Requested by anon - “Can you write a Chris Evans imagine of him proposing to you in Boston? You’re from California but he knew that you would move out there to settle down with him.”
Note: Here you go, lovely. I hope it came out ok. Thanks for reading! xo

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Marriage had never been a topic you and Chris shied away from. In fact, it was discussed openly from the get go. Just like any other committed couple, it was important to not only you, but to Chris as well to know where you both stood in the relationship. Not long after becoming exclusive, you spent hours upon hours sharing your dreams about your potential future children, and a house spacious enough for a big family, nothing too extravagant where you’d have to hire help, but decent sized bedrooms and a large kitchen and living room to fill with hearty meals and laughter and love and lifelong memories you’d both treasure.

The tricky thing was you were a Californian – born and raised –, while Chris was… well, a forever Bostonian at heart – no secret there. That’d been one thing neither one of you brought to light when discussing your future. Until one day…

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Have You Ever Seen a Man Break

Request: “Part 2 of Have you seen a heart shatter please!! It was so beautifully heart breaking oml we need a happy ending;_;” among other sweet reblogs and messages from all of you :)

Word Count: 2,521

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by many. This is the sequel to Have You Ever Seen a Heart Shatter. Here is Part 3 to the series.

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Wind chimes dance and ring against one another in the slight breeze. You latch the screen door behind you and step onto the front porch, glass of iced tea slipping between your fingers, drips of condensation roll down the side of the glass and burst against the red wood beneath your feet. Songbirds chirp in the nearby bushes, passing news of some new visitor rumbling past the house in a flawless black vehicle.

You fall onto the two-person porch swing and pull your knees up as the world rambles on around you and the lazy birds. The smell of orchids and freshly turned dirt float by as another short gust of wind sends the wind chime tinkling again. The evening summer sun rains down onto you, warming your cold bones, loosening your tense shoulders.

A sigh drifts out of your mouth as you tilt your head back and close your eyes. Who knew the south could be so peaceful?

Cicadas buzz in the fields across the road as another car thunders past and spits pebbles out everywhere. The entire world is at peace here and has been since you arrived eight days before.

The only missing piece is Newt’s laugh. Which, you remind yourself before the tears can nip at your eyelids, you are perfectly okay with never hearing again.

“Get up.”

“Can’t you see I’m busy, Rosa?”

Your little sister wraps her bony hand around your wrist and tries to jerk you forward. “I’m serious. Get up.”

You pull your arm from her grip and frown. “Are you okay?”

“No. We need to go. Now.”

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New Jersey Gothic *

• You go to Wawa and always see the same guy standing outside smoking a cigarette. It’s always either really busy or completely empty when you go in. Nothing feels real.

• Everybody knows the story of the Jersey Devil but nobody has actually “seen” it.

• “It’s like tree city in South Jersey” someone laughs. You laugh too. As you do you notice the woods around your house seem to have inched even closer. Your smile becomes strained.

• You lie in bed at night, wide awake. With or without the window open you can hear the tree frogs screaming. Always screaming.

• You drive by the marsh lands and smell the bay mud. The scent of death. You pretend you don’t want to cry as you fake a smile. Smells like home.

• Shoebies flock to the shore. Traffic is backed up for miles. You can’t move. There’s no way out.

• “Let’s spend the weekend in Atlantic City,” they say. They never return. No one ever returns.

• You drive down the road, attempting to avoid pot holes. It’s no use. The entire road is one big pot hole from hell.

*south jersey gothic