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《Little bird flying high, only to be shot down from the skies.》
《Flew across the mountains, into a unfamiliar and cursed forest.》
《The air too heavy, The ground too soft.》
《The light too dark, and the noise TOO LOUD.》
《Oh little bird, a missfortuned little life. Your wings now broken, unable to fly》
《Please Miss Reaper, Come to its Aid.》
《Help this bird fly, alongside those who lived beatifully, just only to Die of Death.》
Decided to play around with shutter speed today just to show what happens when your camera is at 1/8 (left) versus 1/200 (right.)
Also wanted to play with the glowing ball prop.
This isn't really like choreographed, I was just playing around.
But you can see how both approaches are cool.
The merit of the fast shutter speed is that you can more easily tell what the ball is. Unfortunately, this means you can see where the battery pack is, and you can also see it flickering.
The slower shutter speed means that the ball is kind of a glowing blur, which is one of those things that people often want for LED props because it shows the motion. Unfortunately, it means everything is blurry and that's not great for action video (or photography.)
from 𝑭𝒂𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 (1981)
Source
Flickering Light
Rating: G
Pairing: Rumbelle
Summary: Belle is finally leaving her job at a boutique hotel to work at a library, and she wants to make her last stay with her favorte regular Mr. Gold count. She didn't expect the blizzard. (one-shot, complete)
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One washcloth rosette. One corner of the comforter turned down, crisp. One dark chocolate on his pillow. One branded card with Belle’s signature, carefully practiced in anticipation of Mr. Gold’s stay. This was her last week, and she wanted his trip to be perfect.
Belle didn’t understand why the rest of the hotel staff avoided him. He tipped well, was polite, and always had a few minutes to chat. They’d once spent an hour talking about an article in the New Yorker. He was a real gentleman, and if the housekeeper would rather lose out on all that, then all the better for Belle. She even had a secret stash of chocolates for him instead of the milk chocolate the hotel usually used.
Chewing her lip, she creased the sheet one more time, and then added an extra chocolate. It had to be perfect.
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Check-in time was four. Gold’s Cadillac pulled in at two, but he didn’t know what time Belle started, so he sat there, debating. He had just finished laying into a colleague, and all he wanted was a friendly smile from the woman he saw every few months when his business trips took him to this side of Maine.
He did not want to deal with any of the other incompetent hotel staff—not the housekeeper who hid from him or the manager so terrified of a bad review he wouldn’t leave him alone. He just wanted to see Belle.
As he was sitting, the first snowflake fell.
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Amanda Donohoe in The Lair of the White Worm (1988)
Remember to be careful when you go out at night
Audio: Basement Dwellers from Silent Hill 2