On the subject of slow motion in action movies. I remember seeing a movie about Wild Bill and he had a gunfight with about 4 guys in a small room and it was like 7 seconds. A whiskey bottle exploded to the side of him as he was shooting and they were firing back, it was mind blowing. Just think how much shitter it would be if they fucking showed it in slow motion. Just don't do it holy shit.
A bullet hits a whiskey bottle
Closer shot of the glass breaking
Bill’s eyes turn to look at it
Another shot has been fired
His eyes turn to see it
The bullet leaves a revolver and makes its way across the room to Bill
Bill squints; he’s ready
His foot kicks a stool down
Another perp levels his gun at Bill
Close up on his finger pulling the trigger
Bill’s foot kicks the stool at the guy right as he’s firing
The stool hits him and his aim is fucked off
Bill is already turning his head to LOOK AT:
Another perp is entering the room, already firing
Bill is going in even slower motion as he dives and reaches for his gun
Bullets go right where Bill just was
Pieces of the whiskey bottle are landing on the floor
Bill closes his eyes mid-dive
His finger pulls the trigger once
The hammer hits
An explosion in the chamber of his gun
A bullet crawls from the cavern of the gun’s barrel
It spins, holding its breath in the foul air
It has a job to do and it is focused
The perp’s face as he already knows he’s made his mistake
The bullet as it cuts its path through the soup of the room’s thick oxygen and smoke
Bill’s face, squeezing his eyes shut harder and bracing to make contact with the ground
The bullet, reflecting the first perp’s face locked in horror as he realizes the terrible path this invader will make into his brother-in-law’s doomed brain
The whiskey bottle glass hitting the floor, bouncing a bit, ringing so terribly loud
Bill hitting the floor, keeping his eyes shut as he absorbs the fall
He squeezes his eyes shut even harder still, then opens them
The perp is motionless, a hole in his head, regret, fear, anger, lost opportunities, a lost life, all on his face
Very close on a tear slowly sliding down a cheek
It didnt have to end like this
The tear is Bill’s
Can you do one where maggie finds out that baby!danvers is in an abusive relationship, and comforts her? Before helping her tell alex and kara?
This is the type of angst im talking about!!!
Normally, Maggie wasn’t one to respond to domestic abuse calls. But when your address came across her scanner, she all but scrambled to radio in that she would take it. With sirens blaring and her lights flashing, Maggie veered through traffic at an alarming speed towards your residence. Her partner remained silent in the passenger seat; knowing the woman well enough to understand that this was personal and that he didn’t need to question her judgment.
Much to the detective’s dismay, another cruiser had beat them to your rental house and the front door hung open.
“Take care of the suspect,” she ordered quietly before exiting the car. With her hang on her gun, Maggie jogged up the stairs to your porch and into the house. She nearly collided with your girlfriend, who was being led out with her arms cuffed behind her back. It took a lot of inner-strength for the dark-haired woman not to drag her straight to a cell. Instead, she steered herself deeper into the house and eventually found you sitting on the couch in your living room, trying to give a statement to a deputy.
“I’ll take it from here,” Maggie dismissed her officer and sat down next to you. The light in the room was dim and it was only when she got close that she noticed the distortion in your features. Swelling was already starting to misshape your cheekbones and there was still traces of blood around your nostrils.
“How long has this been going on?” she asked quietly and put a hand on your forearm.
“Maggie, please don’t. I just need tonight to be over.”
“It’s okay,” she replied, shifting gears quickly. “We can do that. Why don’t we call one of your sisters and you can stay with one of them tonight?”
“No, I’m just gonna sleep here.”
“Y/N, I’m not leaving you alone right now,” Maggie said with a new level of sternness in her voice. A long sigh escaped your lips and you dropped your head into your hands.
Marawi Update as of May 28, 2017, 2:19 pm local time
As Ramadan has begun, thousands of people displaced from the fighting in Marawi are celebrating the holy month away from their homes, waiting for the fighting to stop so they can go back. To those still in the city, they wake up to gun shots, airstrikes, and pray that it will be over soon.
As of right now airstrikes and ongoing fire fight are still going on, however there has been more emphasis on airstrikes. The Maute group have been rounding up and killing Christians. Some were fleeing Marawi to Iligan but were stopped by Maute members where they separated the Christian citizens from those who were Muslim. They were told to recite Islamic prayers to prove they were Muslim and those who couldn’t were taken and killed. Eight bodies have been found, in a ditch, tied up, with gunshot wounds to their heads with placards saying “munafik”, traitor, by them, less than a kilometer away from a security checkpoint on the Iligan-Marawi border. They were bakers from a local bakery according to two women who identified them.
Those still trapped in the city are desperately hiding their Christian friends in hidden rooms, teaching them how to recite Islamic prayers in case their homes are raided and they are found by Maute members, to help them not be captured.
People who haven’t left Marawi yet but are fleeing to Iligan have been told by the military to wave white flags while walking through the streets of Marawi to show the military that they are innocent civilians passing through and not Maute members.
So far, 19 civilians including the 8 men found in the ditch, are currently known to have died. Among the 19 dead include 3 women and a young child found by the military near one of the universities during a rescue operation.
With the ongoing fights between the Maute group and the military thousands of citizens from Marawi are now displaced, unable to go home after almost a week since the siege. Food, water, and supplies are desperately needed in many places where the evacuee’s have escaped to.
The hilarious thing about this scene is that Oswald knows there are no bullets in the gun. He is straight up trolling Ed by doing exactly what Ed accused him of. Literally throwing a tantrum like a child: “IT IS MY TURN!!!!” LMAO.
He lets Ed feel smug and think he was right about him. He fools him into thinking he is PREDICTABLE.
It’s weird, they’re a fascinating couple. Honestly, I
find their stuff the most exciting out of everything. I’d watch a
dialogue scene between them over, like, buildings blowing up and guns,
which I love that stuff as well. - Margot Robbie
It’s Pidge in the healing pod this time. Shiro is livid. Lance sits, and takes his reprimand with his back straight. As if he would be a little stronger. His hands twitch and clench, fingers folding and twisting in his lap. It was his fault, and Shiro lets him know it. He’s never seen the man so angry, and it scares him.
They’d all been hurt before, sure. But this time- Lance looks up from the floor, to where Pidge is asleep in the healing pod. Lance was supposed to be there. He should have had Pidge’s back. Shield down, gun up, he’d taken out the attacker. But not before a knife had been lodged between two of Pidge’s ribs. Not far from vital organs, Coran had told them.
Lance’s hands shook, his face hurt from the effort to keep himself on lockdown. But his lips still trembled, eyebrows still drawn together, distraught. Pidge was so young. Out of all of them, she deserved this the least. And Lance hadn’t been there when she needed him to be.
“Are you even listening?” With a jolt, Lance realized he’d stopped listening to Shiro’s tirade.
“Lance, you need to take this more seriously!” Shiro continued, despite Lance’s particularly cowed demeanor, “We can’t afford-”
“Will you lay off!?” Keith cut Shiro off from across the room, “for fucks sake, Shiro, we aren’t children! We know when we fucked up. All you have to do is say so and move on. You don’t have to berate anyone for it.” Lance watches Keith cross the room with wide, watery eyes. Keith’s steps are purposeful and carry him swiftly to where Lance sits.
“And did you ever think, for one moment,” Keith spits over his shoulder, “That none of this would have happened if you’d sent more people, like Lance said in the first place?” With that, the red paladin snatches up one of Lance’s shaking hands, hauls him to his feet, and all but drags the boy out of the room.
They take off running, because Keith doesn’t want to keep Lance anywhere near any further confrontation. They come to a stop, hidden far within the winding halls of the castle. Chests heaving for breath, they fall against the wall, and Keith sits when Lance slides down it. He let’s Lance lean into him as he cries. Puts an arm around him and holds him, and doesn’t care about the growing wet spot on his shirt. He just wants Lance to feel better.