#flaming ears 1992

[celluloidrainbow]

FLAMING EARS (1992) dir. Ursula Pürrer & Dietmar Schipek & A. Hans Scheirl It’s the year 2700 in the fictional burned-out city of Asche, and the lives of three women are about to collide: comic-book artist Spy, sexed-up pyromaniac Volley, and reptile-obsessed alien Nun. (link in title)

[oneforthemunny]

girls on film |rockstar!eddie munson x nepo baby! reader|

prompt: eddie has you star in his latest music video. he wants it to be really authentic.

contains: 18+ MINORS DNI, language, drugs, alcohol, smut, exhibitionism, mentions of dom! and sub! themes, fingering fem receiving.

November, 1992

The dressing room had an overwhelming stench of aerosol hairspray and cigarette smoke, a dangerous mix. You wondered if the model next to you worried about going up in flames, her cigarette hanging loosely from her lips while she flipped through a magazine, the poor hairstylist behind her rolling curlers high and pinning them carefully into her long, black locks.

"Look down for me, sweetheart," Maurine, your makeup artist- the only makeup artist you'd ever let touch your face- instructed, eyes squinting as she pressed her thumb above your brow, raising the skin tighter.

Corroded Coffin had the music industry in a tizzy, their latest album releasing just days before you and Eddie announced your relationship; before you and Eddie announced your engagement. It was shocking, sure, but what wasn't with you and Eddie?

What was more shocking than the engagement bombshell, was the fact that you'd managed to keep the relationship under wraps for so long. Clandestine meetings in hotel rooms, sneaking through back entrances with hidden faces, stumbling out on shaky legs with a longing ache in your chest. You wanted nothing more than to be with Eddie all the time, but the privacy, the intimacy and secrecy of your relationship was so sacred to you, to both of you. You cherished every second. Trips to remote locations, free of paparazzi or gawking stares from bystanders, where the two of you could just be. Content in your own pleasure, a far cry from the first time you met. A meeting that started so fiery and jagged with hatred morphed into something beautiful; red-hot passion and permanent attachment.

Now, the secret was out. You and Eddie Munson, polar opposites- or so the media thought. Eddie had proposed to you one night, at your family's beach house in Malibu. He dropped to one knee, surprising to even you that Hollywood's raunchiest bad boy could be so sweet, sweet for you. He presented you with the dazzling Harry Winston, spilling out his heart over crashing waves, knee digging into the sand.

The reaction from the press had been nothing less than expected. Headlines, paparazzi photos, and both your agent's phones ringing off the hook with interview requests. You'd declined them, of course, liking the mystery of it all. The only thing you'd agreed to was the music video.

Your publicist pitched the idea first, after getting a request for a booking of another client, a super model. "It would be good press, for both of you." Kathleen gave you a pointed look.

So here you sat, in a stuffy room behind the set with the rest of the models and lucky girl who'd been picked to star with the other boys in the music video for Nailed in the Coffin, premiering exclusively on MTV. A racy, sexy, filthy song, and judging by your attire for the shoot- or lack thereof- you could only imagine what the video would come out to be.

"Alright, ladies!" Ricardo, the producer, entered the dressing room, careless of the half naked models and bustling artists. "Fifteen minutes!" He clapped, before walking over to a chair, finger pointed in accusation at a flaw.

"That's the guy shooting this?" Maurine scoffed lowly in your ear, smudging the eyeliner out from your waterline.

You smirked. "Yeah, Ed says he's a total wild card." You looked at her for a moment, brows raised in amusement. "Says he's a little weird, but makes good videos. Likes to take risks or something."

Maurine shrugged, pressing a powdered sponger under your eyes. "Well, he knows best, I guess." She sighed, looking over her shoulder.

"They've won best video a few times, so yeah, I guess he would." You giggled.

"Mrs. Munson," Ricardo purred from behind you. You could feel him over your shoulder, meeting his eyes in the illuminated mirror.

"Not yet," You teased, giving him a dazzling smile that only years in the limelight of Hollywood could produce.

"But soon, yes?" Ricardo quipped his brow. You giggled, shrugging, playing off the ditzy, spoiled role. You recognized sharks like Ricardo, sweet but would sell your story to the press for next to nothing. "Did your hubby tell you what he has planned for your scenes?" The way his eyes rose, wide and blown with excitement had your tummy twisting gently.

Knowing Eddie, he'd have you over his knee, paddling you with the Corroded Coffin engraved leather paddle until the band's emblem glowed on your backside- he already had the pictures, what would stop him from filming it?

"Oh?" You quipped, brows raising slightly. "Should I be worried?"

"No, darling, it's perfect. Very intimate. The world will love it." Ricardo clapped giddily. "Finish up and we'll shoot you first. Eddie was very adamant about getting done first. He said you're a very busy lady, so I don't want to keep you."

You grinned, shaking your head slightly. More like Eddie wanted to be done shooting as soon as possible. He was bored at the possibility of staying here all day, rambling off a million other things he'd rather do. "Gonna have you in all my videos, sweetheart." Eddie grinned, pecking your cheek. "At least you're there to keep me company."

"Wonderful, thank you." You smiled politely, watching the director turn. "Wait!" You called, turning in your chair to look over your shoulder at the man. "Where is my wardrobe?"

Ricardo gave you a wicked grin before barking out a laugh. "Darling, there is no wardrobe for you." He grinned. "Come as you are, as you came into this world."

You blinked, brows furrowing at his riddled words. "Naked?"

Ricardo nodded, winking at you before walking away. You huffed, turning back to Maurine with a small pout. She laughed, shaking her head at you. "Well, I guess we don't have to worry about messing up your hair getting you into wardrobe." She shrugged.

You rolled your eyes, letting her finish your look- blown out, sultry, bedroom eyes and hair, sexy. Maurine made sure to add your signature lip, contouring the bottom slightly over so you'd have your signature pout, a feature that made Eddie weak in the knees. Your engagement ring that caught the light from the mirror, the obnoxiously large stone dazzling for you. It was dramatic, big, heavy on your ring finger. You expected nothing less from Eddie, truly, everything he did was over the top, especially for you.

Eddie's loud, piercing wolf whistle cut through the deafening sound of machinery and chatter from behind the scenes of the set. You could hear him before you saw him, sitting on the bed in the middle of the set, but he certainly saw you.

"Didn't you get the memo, baby?" Eddie grinned, eyes rolling down your frame when you padded towards him. "Why aren't you in wardrobe?"

You scoffed, rolling your eyes slightly. Eddie quipped a brow in warning, making your thighs clench, the unspoken dynamic that always carried outside the bedroom in some way.

"'M not walking around naked." You rolled your eyes playfully back at him, taking in his inked skin, shirtless in nothing but a pair of tight leather pants. You salivated at the sight, his bulge teasing you through the black, tight material.

His hands found your waist easily, running over the smooth material of the silk robe, pulling you closer to him, hand traveling down the the swell of your ass. You grinned at him, your noses nearly touching. He cupped your jaw, ringed finger splaying over your cheek.

"Munson! Hands off!" Maurine snapped, pointing at him from behind the line of cameras. "Do not mess up her makeup!"

Eddie huffed, pulling back, glaring at your stylist with a pout that rivaled your own. You giggled, running a hand down his cheek sweetly. "Heard you wanted to get this done quick?" You raised a brow, brushing his wild mess of curls behind his ear.

"Can you blame me?" Eddie's head tipped to the side, tongue running over his lower lip.

You snorted lightly, pressing your thumb lightly against his bottom lip. He looked so pretty, curls styled and fluffed, muscles glittering with the oil they'd rubbed him down with so he'd shine under the lights for the camera, his tattoos vibrant against his skin.

Eddie pressed a kiss into the pad of your thumb, winking up at you. You swooned, lips spreading in a smile, shrilling when he squeezed your ass through the robe. You two were infatuated with each other, the sick, obsessed, over the top type of love you used to snarl at when you saw.

"Alright, darling," Ricardo called, heeled cowboy boots- very eccentric for the 90's even- clacked across the set towards you. "Love birds, we're ready when you are."

You nodded slipping under the bed next to Eddie. Thin white sheets on the mattress, with an even thinner white sheet on top. You were sure under the harshness of the lights, they'd be able to see right through. Eddie grinned down at you, hand sliding over your hip gently.

"Can you hold the sheet up for me, Ed?" You asked, untying your robe under the sheet. You'd try to maintain some sort of privacy.

Eddie held the sheet while you slipped your robe off, handing it to the antsy tech who waited besides Ricardo. You slipped down further on the bed, holding the sheet tightly against your naked chest. Your nipples pebbled at the bite of the cold air, goosebumps kissing your skin.

"Perfect." Ricardo grinned, all teeth and blown pupils. "So, we only need a few scenes, but I know this will be the most talked about part, of course." He laughed to himself. Your eyes cut to Eddie, raising a brow gently.

"I want sexy, hot, vulgar. Give me a sex tape." Ricardo clapped his hands together.

"Sex tape?" You lifted a brow, frowning at Eddie. "You didn't say sex tape. I didn't agree to that, Edward."

"Not a sex tape," Eddie countered, gently rubbing a hand down your arm soothingly. "He means sexy. Just allude to it, like play it up like we're having sex."

"Exactly." Ricardo snapped, pointing at Eddie. "Give me some va-va-voom, darling!"

"You can do that." Eddie grinned. "I know you can. You do it for me all the time, baby." You blushed hard, rolling your eyes at him.

Once the two of you were positioned, Eddie hovering over top of you, the sheet strategically placed so it barely covered you, Ricardo went back barking orders manically. Eddie's inked hand slid down your naked hip, thumb tracing close to your freshly waxed bikini line.

"You alright?" Eddie asked, brown eyes searching your expression. "This good with you? I thought you'd be ok with it, but, baby, if you're not-"

"No, it's good, Ed." You smiled, hand reaching out to cup his cheek. Your ring cool against his face. "I just... What am I supposed to do? Act like you're fucking me?"

Eddie snorted, lips nuzzling into your cheek. "Something like that." He muttered against the skin. "Just give 'em a show, baby. I know you can do that."

You rolled your eyes, his hand squeezing on your hip; a warning. "That's three times you've rolled your eyes at me." His head quipped to the side, eyes darkening in warning. "You do it a fourth, I'm gonna drag you back to my dressing room, understand?"

You throbbed, clenching around nothing under his dominant stare. You nodded slowly, biting your lip. Eddie smirked, squeezing your hip playfully. "Good girl."

"Ok! Let's get ready! Love birds, are you ready?" Ricardo called from behind the cameras and lights.

Eddie grinned, nodding while you moved your hands to his forearms, rubbing the veiny, inked skin softly. The start of the music played, lights flashing even brighter over you, blinding you from anything other than the set.

"Ok," Ricardo called from his megaphone. "We'll start at the first line. Eddie, move over her, lip-sync the lyrics." He instructed. Eddie moved so he was hovering farther over you, hips grinding through the sheet onto you.

"Mrs. Munson," You fought back another eye roll at the nickname. "Give us those bedroom eyes. Show us how good Eddie makes you feel."

You cringed at the instruction, but moved your leg to hook over his hip. This felt familiar, natural, a position you were in this morning with Eddie before you arrived here. Your nails dug into his arm, lightly, for show of course, while you turned your head to the side, eyes closed and pinched in fake pleasure. It felt weird, having to fake the ecstasy that Eddie constantly gave you, but not having him do it to you now.

"Ok, cut," Ricardo called after a moment. The music halted, screeching to a stop while you pulled apart. "Eddie, let me talk to you for a moment." He motioned him over.

Eddie climbed off of you, squeezing your thigh gently through the sheet. You watched, propped up on your forearms while Eddie talked to the director, eyes cutting back to you.

"Let's take that from the top again." Ricardo clapped, walking away. "Eddie, whenever you're ready."

Eddie climbed back into the bed with you, hand brushing hair out of your face. You laid back on your back, fixing your sheet. "What did he say?"

"He wants it to be more authentic." Eddie replied, moving his knee so it was between your legs. You furrowed your brows softly. "He said we looked robotic." Eddie scoffed, shaking his head.

You giggled. "I don't really know how to look like we're fucking without actually fucking." You admitted with a sheepish smile. Eddie's heart swelled, he loved seeing you so sweet and small like that. "Feels awkward."

"Yeah," Eddie hummed in agreement, his hand dipping under the sheet. You felt him rub across your hip, glide across your tummy softly. "Maybe we should change that."

You frowned in confusion. "What do you mean?" You asked carefully. You felt his fingers trail further, tracing down your mound just barely over your lips. You gasped, pushing him slightly.

"Ed," You hissed, eyes cutting to the producers and film staff hidden behind the blinding lights from the set. You lifted the white, thin, cotton sheet higher over your chest. "Have you lost your mind?"

"What?" Eddie shrugged. "They said to make it as authentic as possible. Sell it up big for the cameras, baby." His grin was salacious, hungry. It made your legs clamp further.

"C'mon, angel, they'll never know I promise." Eddie cooed, ringed hand pushing back your perfectly tousled hair. "I'll make sure Donno watches the whole thing before it's released. Just let me help you out."

You huffed, his hand cupping your thing through the sheets, dangerously close to your core, but of course, he knew that. Eddie leaned forward, lips on the shell of your ear, hot breath tickling and nipping at your flushed skin. "You gotta admit it will be exciting." He grinned. You squirmed, his hand cupping your heat through the sheets. "Our little, dirty secret, huh? The world will never know. How fuckin' hot is that, baby?"

You felt his fingers tickle the top of your lips, your own legs parting to let him in further. He grinned, lips against your cheek. "C'mon, let's give 'em a show." The pad of his thumb rubbed the hood of your clit so lightly, it made your head spin.

You let out a staggered huff, before nodding gently, eyes locking with his. His pupils were blow, looking lustfully down at you with a wolfish smile. Your thighs clenched.

"Ricardo," Eddie called, his eyes never leaving yours. You felt the pad of his thumb slowly circle your clit. "We're ready."

You couldn't even register the sounds of the music starting, lights and cameras whirring into place. Your hand clamped down onto Eddie's arms, eyes pinching closed as he worked you slowly, circling your clit at the perfect place that had you writhing.

"Fuck, Eddie, just like that," You whimpered, legs hooking over his hips, pulling him closer.

"Ok, Eddie, and in three, two..."

Eddie's lips moved against yours, low, gravelly voice signing the words of the song into your skin. You writhed gently beneath him, his free hand moving to your face to look at him. Just as your eyes listed, shining and glassy to meet him, he slipped his middle finger in, pumping slowly in and out of you.

Your back arched, gasping when Eddie's fingers curled into you. You gripped onto his arm, his own hand moving to cradle your chin, thumb brushing over your bottom lip. Your hips ground under the sheets, eyes rolling back when he curled into your g-spot, pulling out to circle your clit, then repeating the actions until you were reeling.

His thumb swiped against your bottom lip again, pressing against the soft, lipstick coated mouth. You opened your mouth easily, cheeks hollowing while your eyes met his, obedient. Just like he trained you to be.

Eddie smirked, still mouthing the lyrics that played over the loud speakers. If he wouldn't have been in the music video, he would've praised you for what a good girl you were being for him.

"Beautiful! Beautiful! Keep it up, let's go to the chorus! No cuts!" Ricardo chanted through his megaphone, the music continuing.

Your walls clenched around his finger, moaning against his thumb while he toyed with you, playing with you expertly. Eddie took his thumb out of your mouth, inching closer and closer to you. His calloused thumb was rough against your clit, providing the perfect friction that had your toes curling, hips lifting against his.

Eddie continued to sign the lyrics slow to you, eyes locked. The two of you were in a trance, locked in on each other, uncaring of the others around you. Your mind was spinning, racing and dizzy with the blinding pleasure that Eddie always brought to you. You tipped your head back, the lights above blinding you, centering you back to your own reality a little. The crew around you, watching as Eddie finger banged you relentlessly on camera. You knew you should be ashamed, mortified; but the deep burning pleasure in the pit of your tummy only built more, growing higher and higher, with every flick, pump, curl, and rub of Eddie's magical fingers.

You whimpered, reaching up to grab his curls, threading your fingers through the base of his hair. He knew you were close, your rounded eyes and desperate little mewls. Eddie rocked his hips against your thigh, relieving his own throbbing cock of some of the uncomfortable pressure.

"'M close, Eddie." You whined softly, pulling back on the hairs gently, clutching them for purchase while his fingers moved slow and deep inside of you.

Eddie pressed his lips to the side of your cheek, lightly, still singing the words to you in a low rasp, more of a growl.

"Perfect! Last line, Eddie! Last line!" Ricardo shouted excitedly.

Eddie fingers moved, curling deep inside of you, while you gasped loudly, mouth falling open slightly, rounding in pleasure, while Eddie kept pumping in and out of you. He could feel your release, the gush of it drenching his hand, making a sickening squelching sound as he still fucked you through it.

Teeth clenched together, eyes narrowed near predatory, Eddie watched you fall apart for him. Whining and gasping, while he still finger fucked you relentlessly. His lips were pillowy soft against your blushed cheeks, finishing out the last lyric with a growl, before his licked a long stripe up the side of your face.

You knew Maurine would be furious, her work destroyed by him, but you were too wrapped up in a cloud of satisfaction that followed your release to care.

Ricardo sounded far away, your eyes glassy when you blinked back up at Eddie, familiar brown eyes shining sweetly back at you. "You alright, angel?" Eddie asked, curls tickling the side of your cheeks as he hovered over you.

You blinked, moving to sit up on your forearms. "Are we done?" You asked, looking around at Ricardo, who frantically moved, barking orders.

"They're done with us," Eddie nodded towards the crew. "But 'm not done with you." Your legs clamped under the sheets at his wolfish grin, dark and hungry. You could feel him grinding gently against your leg, leather pants harboring his growing bulge.

You shrunk under the sheets to hide the blush that was creeping over your chest and neck. Ricardo clacked over, loud boots snapping against the hardwood. "That was beautiful, you two, gorgeous! So authentic!" He shrieked. You blushed harder. Eddie grinned, eyes cutting over to you.

"What can I say? I'm a great actor. Maybe your dad should put me in one of his films, whattya think, baby?" Eddie teased, looking back at you.

You scoffed, shaking your head with a small smile. "Sure. I think you're Oscar worthy." You jested back.

"Totally. Eat your heart out, De Niro." Eddie barked out a laugh.

You rolled your eyes, playfully, halting when Eddie's eyes narrowed at you. Ricardo didn't notice, thankfully, too high off whatever powdery substance was still around his nose, laughing erratically at the two of you. "You two are perfect, perfect. Your fans are going to lose their minds, their sanity entirely, when they see this."

"So we're good?" Eddie asked. "I can go change?"

"I've got everything I need from you." Ricardo gave a half bow to Eddie. "Mr. and Mrs. Munson, it's been a pleasure, as always." He grinned, wide and toothy.

You smiled politely back, still clutching the sheet to your chest. Eddie turned back to you slowly, giving you a pointed look. "What did I tell you?" He asked, tilting his head to this side.

You pouted at him. "I didn't mean to." You huffed, biting back a smirk when his jaw set. Even if the two of you are together and in love now, that didn't mean you couldn't still have a little fun with him, rile him up a little. Give him a little glimpse at the girl you once were before he knew you better.

Eddie let out a sharp breath out of his nose, lips pursing slightly. He knew what you were doing, and that was fine. He'd handle you back in his dressing room, make you gag on his cock until all that pretty makeup smeared and ran down your cheeks.

He grabbed the robe from the tech, handing it to you while you carefully slipped it on under the sheet. Eddie nodded, extending his hand out for you, what a sweetheart.

"Eddie," You mumbled, eyes cutting down to the sheets. You flushed with embarrassment, looking at the wet spot let on the white sheets. Eddie just shrugged, and you gaped at him, tongue clicking in annoyance. "We can't just leave that. They'll know."

Eddie scoffed, stopping one of the bustling techs that was scampering by. "Hey, man, you might need to change those sheets before someone else gets in 'em, alright?"

He didn't wait to see their confused, stuttering response. Reaching out for you, Eddie took your hand in his, pulling you close to his wide while the two of you scampered into his private dressing room.

A month later, you sat at the MTV viewing party, hosted at a club in West Hollywood for the band. Eddie pulled you close, smirking when you hid into his leather jacket as the video played on the large screen. Even with the editing and the features, it still looked so raw, so real.

The media seemed to agree too, magazines and articles barreling out by the dozens about the sexy, sensual music video featuring you two, boasting on how intimate it appeared. No one knew exactly how that was possible, except you and Eddie... and maybe the tech responsible for cleaning up the messy sheets.

[pierppasolini]

Favorite First Time Film Watches of 2023 (in no particular order):

The Knight (1980) dir. Lech Majewski Confessions of a Congressman (1978) dir. Eloy de la Iglesia Flaming Ears (1992) dir. A. Hans Scheirl, Dietmar Schipek, Ursula Pürrer Thundercrack! (1975) dir. Curt McDowell Coming Out (1989) dir. Heiner Carow Bound for the Fields, the Mountains, and the Seacoast (1986) dir. Nobuhiko Obayashi The Iron Rose (1973) dir. Jean Rollin Seeds (1968) dir. Andy Milligan Labyrinth of Cinema (2019) dir. Nobuhiko Obayashi Farewell to Autumn (1990) dir. Mariusz Trelinski

[flymetosnarryland]

My Snarry WIPs' list.

I would like to share something. My Snarry WIPs' list, yup. Why? I always felt weird writing about myself and stuff I do, but I'm processing changes and thought I can share not only art, lol.

How many project are you working on? I'll dive into couple of mine:

Date with a Star - a Post-War romantic comedy. Harry is in love with Severus, Severus secretly loves Harry. Both are too scared to say what they feel to not lose their friendship. A friend in need asks Harry for help and this is where the wild ride with dumb dating TV-show starts. Especially because Harry don't know that the same friend-in-need blackmailed Severus to get him into the same show too. This is actually a second Snarry fic I ever started to write, inspired by dating TV-show from 1992. I remember that when the idea for this one hit me, I was laughing for a good hour (that TV-show was absolutely ridiculous). And I still feel a pinch of positive embarrassment when think about what's going on there. In fact this story made me want to learn how to translate my wiritngs into English. It's half written and translated too. I really have to finish second part.

Infraction - my first monster fic. My baby. Crime (serial killer), slow burn, Muggle AU featuring Marauders and Death Eaters, political sheananigans and Severus' old flame. I have entire story written out from beginning to the end. What's more... with an ending that allows me to dive into second book (I'm excited lika a child) including the initial idea for it, ahh. Every time I think about Infraction, I feel butterflies in my stomach and a tear comes to my eye, damn. However, the entire project requires a huge amount of work. And a few modifications that I finally have to do to complete the first stage. It's not simple, though. I regret a bit that I released the cover, prologue and first chapter. I was prematurely carried away by the joy of creation, but that's okay. Going to fix it all in time.

In the Moonlight - working title. Something I planned to write for last year's Snarry AUctoberfest, but the beast got bigger, lol. Crime (kidnapping), Muggle AU - my great weakness and, most importantly, inspired by the movie Bodyguard (the one with Whitney Huston). Much like Infraction, this fic is fully planned and scripted. I can't believe I managed to do it. I wrote 1/4 of the whole thing and even have the lyrics of original song that Harry dedicates to Severus, although I don't know anything about music at all (an elephant stepped on my ear).

In between - a drawing series. Harry and Severus in a cute/fluff version. Post-War and happy life, because that's what they deserve!

First time - Drama/Romance, Muggle AU (gosh, yeah, again!). This is a project I want to do 50/50 as a fic/comic. A few works and dirty sketches have already landed here. I have a little dream of writing something that includes e-mails/text messages. In general, a romance that started online. Aren't Harry and Severus purfect for this? (Plus doing art in colour for this project was a test I wanted to start before 3B.)

3B - a Vampire fic, yessss. Can you believe that once I said, I'll never ever write or do anything connected to vampires? Hehe, now I'm in the middle of it, fully commited and over the moon. A bit dark/angsty story with a bonus: illustrations. Crime (more like, cri-me a river, lol; I mean, again? Yup xD), Post-War, a few intrigues, even a SnarryWedding o_0 gosh. That is another thing I said: "No, that's not going to happen." I guess, I fell on my head since now I do everything I promised to myself not to. But it's fun. And bloody, mhaha. I also created my own Vampire Villains and I kinda fell in love with them. Going to sneak into this fic a bit of blood magic mechanics that I created for my fantasy book, too. The picture at the top is one version of the cover sketches ɷ◡ɷ

Adrenaline - working title. Post-War/Drama/Romance and slow burn, a bit of Hogwarts, a bit of Quidditch and for a change Severus will have to show that he wants something more. I mean, I always writing/thinking about Harry chasing Severus. So here the dynamic will change a little. Can't wait for it! The idea for this one was accidentaly born last week and I can't stop it anymore. The inspiration comes from the cover art for Witch Weekly that I did, lol. I had no idea that at the stage of brainstorming, it would turn into another monster. It supposed to be a short story, but, apparently, I'm not good at short stories and it's time to come to terms with it xD I won't cry either because I like Harry and Severus pairing up in different ways/AU's, hehe. And most importantly - creating all these things, even if they don't fully see the world outside my drawer, still gives me great joy!

[ineffable-inspirations]

A silver pepper pot in anthropomorphic form. Roman Britain, buried in the 5th century AD, from Hoxne, Suffolk.

The pepper pot was found in 1992 by a farmer who was using his metal detector to search for a lost hammer. He found his hammer – it is now in the British Museum – but also a hoard of over 15,000 gold and silver coins, gold jewellery and numerous small items of silver tableware. The coins in the hoard establish that its burial took place some time after AD 407/8. Only a very wealthy family could have owned such treasures. We do not know the identity of the person who buried it but several objects are inscribed with the name Aurelius Ursicinus.

The pepper pot is in the shape of a wealthy well-fed woman wearing late Roman fashions. She wears a sleeved undergarment with tight gilded cuffs at the wrists, and a wide-sleeved over tunic with stripes of gilded and engraved decoration over the shoulders representing appliqued bands of embroidered or patterned textile (clavi).

Her golden (gilded) hair is done up in an intricate style that was often represented in late Roman art: the hair is parted in the middle, with rolls at the sides. The back hair is worked into a flat series of twisted locks at the neck that are drawn up over the back of the head, turned under at the front, and held in place with hairpins. Three knobs at the front and another at the crown of the head represent the ungilded hairpins.

Almond-shaped earrings and a necklace of large beads are depicted in relief and gilded, and there is additional gilding on the face, covering not only the eyes but the entire eye sockets, and the mouth, so as the flames from oil lamps flickered, the face would have seemed to come alive.

She holds a gilded scroll in her left hand, to which she points with the index finger of her right hand, probably to symbolise her learning and authority. We do not know if the figure represents a particular woman. ... It's ineffable.

Pepper was just one expensive luxury traded across the Indian Ocean in ancient times, as it did not grow in Britain or any other part of the Roman Empire. It was grown in India and to get to Suffolk, the pepper was transported by sea, river and over land.

https://www.britishmuseum.org/collection/object/H_1994-0408-33

http://www.teachinghistory100.org/objects/about_the_object/pepper_pot

https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/1a/Hoxne_Hoard_28.jpg/800px-Hoxne_Hoard_28.jpg

spotted on Archaeologist Ticia Verveer's facebook page; https://www.facebook.com/100044382881604/posts/pfbid0UGcEJok8i67xeezyj2CLcKMJsbnLKAkWdy7NmP8TKZZ55opE4nU5fdVfqTSm7URXl/

[do-you-have-a-flag]

Flaming Ears (1992)

[byneddiedingo]

Flaming Ears (Ursula Puerrer, A. Hans Scheirl, Dietmar Schipek, 1992)

Cast: Susana Helmayr, Ursula Puerrer, A. Hans Scheirl, Margarete Neumann, Gabriele Szekatsch, Anthony Escott, Luise Kubelka, Diemar Schipek. Screenplay: Ursula Puerrer, Dietmar Schipek. Cinematography: Margarete Neumann, Manfred Neuwirth. Film editing: A. Hans Scheirl. Music: Dietmar Schipek.  

[gayverlyearp]

🎥- Full List! Or just the best of the best. You have good taste in movies and I want to know what hidden gems lurk within.

OMG THANK YOU FOR THIS! It does sound fun to drop all 70+, but in order to avoid a dash bomb, I'll do some of my top movies I watched this year (most fun, most interesting, but above all the ones that stuck with me), in the order in which I watched them:

Nope (2022, Jordan Peele)

Fire Island (2022, Andrew Ahn)

Flaming Ears (1992, A. Hans Scheirl, Dietmar Schipek, and Ursula Pürrer) - cyberpunk lesbians!!!

Diamantino (2018, Daniel Schmidt & Gabriel Abrantes)

The Hitch-Hiker (1953, Ida Lupino)

Sound it Out (2011, Jeanie Finlay)

Lifetime Guarantee: Phranc's Adventures in Plastic (2001, Lisa Udelson) - this hour long doc about a butch woman selling Tupperware with folk songs completely enraptured me

The Aggressives (2005, Daniel Peddle) - Showtime just released a follow up to this documentary that I'm excited to watch

Bottoms (2023, Emma Seligman) - this was Frameline, then I saw it twice more when it was released, it's my favorite 2023 movie

In Her Words (2022, Lisa Marie Evans & Marianne K. Martin) - if you're interested in lesbian fiction, watch this documentary

Chocolate Babies (1996, Stephen Winter)

Blue ID (2022, Vuslat Karan & Burcu Melekoğlu)

Portrait of a Lady on Fire (2019, Celine Sciamma) - this is the time I watched Portrait on a 14 hour flight to Australia and it didn't have English subtitles

Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves (2023, John Francis Daley)

Buffy the Vampire Slayer (1996, Fran Rubel Kuzui) & Bring it On (2000, Peyton Reid) double feature at the Castro Theater

Stoker (2013, Park Chan-wook)

Fremont (2023, Babak Jalali) - watched this film at the library in my hometown, where it was set, filmed, and for which it was named

well, that's 17 out of 71! which was not planned. enjoy!

2023 Media Recap Asks

[vsthepomegranate]

Flaming Ears (1992)

by Ursula Puerrer, A. Hans Scheirl, & Dietmar Schipek

[funkylilcowboy]

Flaming Ears (1992)

[discodeviant]

The Devil Lives in Hawkins

"All you can do is pray for a quick death... which you ain't gonna get." - Reservoir Dogs, 1992

Billy vs. Jason, Implied Mungrove | Mature | 1.7k words Non-Graphic Violence + Torture, Referenced Canonical Character Death, No Upside Down, Religious Themes

Admittedly some form of this rivalry has been worming its way around my brain for a while now, and this is very much an amped-up version of what I originally had in mind. Not overly graphic. Please tread with caution and enjoy!

Made for @billyhargrovebingo!

Two days.

Maybe.

Jason hadn't really been able to keep track of time since the radio was all he had to help him, and that was on and off, cutting in and out with the shitty quarry service. He wasn't even sure it was right anymore; it started to feel repetitive. Routine like the chirping of morning sparrows and fog that suffocated him into waking up again. The unchanged coverage of the daily forecast with the same sunny voice that said it would be a humid eighty-nine degrees in Indianapolis. His wrists and ankles and neck and torso burned as he tugged on the rope tightly wound around him, less and less energy with each passing minute. The sweat and urine in his clothes had dried and crusted; he was so fucking thirsty. God save him. He didn't deserve this.

But he couldn't pray away Billy Hargrove.

He'd forgotten already which of Billy's arrivals were in his head, and which were real. Which were dreams in his cloudy, starved mind, and which were in the flesh. Which breaths seared the back of his neck. Which teeth-clicks and whistles were muted in cedar walls. Which light, perverse touches really came from Billy's own hands, because Jason thought they may have been his henchmen. Vile things served to torment him because Billy Hargrove was the same as Eddie Munson, a man so unholy as to subject him to the wrath of both human hands and ghastly appendages.

How, he didn't know, nor did he care.

But, once again, Billy Hargrove was coming for him, the rough Camaro engine thundering from miles away. Even so, Jason must have been the only one who ever heard it, because nobody else had come. It was only Billy, and it was only himself, and he cursed the day Billy was born.

Soon, a set of thick keys jingled in the lock of the door that swung open every so often. Once a day, maybe. Twice if he was bad. But it had been only two days, and he was terrible on the first. Billy's silhouette came and went, then was replaced by the bleary image of his face and body looming over Jason like a monster. "I hope you didn't miss me too much," Billy said. Low, calm, pacing around the chair that sat in the middle of an empty, windowless cabin. Jason screamed through the cloth in his mouth.

"I know, I know. See, Carver, the thing is..." Rough hands grabbed Jason's shoulders and squeezed them hard, pressed into bruises that were old and new. Billy's breath singed the tip of his right ear as he said, "I don't. Like. Liars."

Jason's eyes already stung with tears from the dusty air and the fear he couldn't force himself to ignore anymore. He cried out something pathetic and weak, not the Jason he was the week before--three days, even. Barely two.

"Ah-ah-ah, shh..." Billy whispered--"It's listening time,"--then shifted over to Jason's left ear and rubbed behind it with a dirty finger, picking scabs that had formed over the previous night's trauma. It stung. "I had a revelation today." And a tear fell down Jason's cheek, lonely and frail; it didn't even make it to his chin.

"One of your little friends. I don't know which one, and I don't care. I was going to get my little sister--you know Maxine, don't you? Anyway... I guess there's been some... miscommunication... between you and him. I couldn't say why, you know."

A lighter clicked, and the heat of its flame licked Jason's lobe. He held his breath and hoped Billy was holding his too, but he knew he wasn't. Then there was a cloud of smoke around him, more suffocating than the fog alone and so much worse alongside it.

"So anyway, he says to me, 'Oh, I saw Munson at Hideaway last night, you might wanna check it out.'"

Jason's stomach tied itself into a knot and lurched up his throat, taking his heart with it. Why, God, why?

Billy ambled around to the front of the chair, standing contrapposto style with a hand on his belt. Jason's gaze fell to his knees. "And I'm thinking, well that doesn't make sense. Because, first of all, Eddie doesn't go to bars without me." Billy dragged on his cigarette. "In fact, he hasn't gone to a bar since March! Funny that, huh?

"You know, since this whole witch hunt thing, he hasn't wanted to go anywhere. Not with me, not with the guys. Laying low so you wouldn't get your grubby little hands on him. Imagine my surprise when I hear that he's... suddenly decided to go somewhere." Billy's eyes were wide, a performative grin donning his face that looked like a ghost in the shadows. "Strange, right?

"Now, the second reason it didn't make any sense to me was that..."

A barely-audible whimper from the back of Jason's throat made Billy smile.

"Eddie doesn't play Hideaway."

Jason choked on his own vomit.

"And, you know, it's an easy mix-up. I understand." Closer, Billy stepped.

One.

Two.

Bent over with both hands on his knees, cigarette bouncing between his lips, and that was the only thing Jason could look at. The burning ember as ash fell from it into the air, solid nicotine somewhere that he dared to ground himself to. Billy's eyes were so cold. Sweat misted every surface of Jason's skin, but he was in a sub-zero vacuum in the middle of an empty void. Only himself, and only Billy Hargrove. Only the knowledge that he'd lost.

"Here's what I think, Carver," Billy said. "I think... you fucked up.

"I think... you let your head get too big in the first place.

"I think... somewhere"--he poked Jason's chest--"deeeep down, right in here, you know God-damn well that he's innocent. Big Man's all about honesty, isn't he?" Blunt nails dug into yesterday's burns, and Jason wanted to scream until his lungs gave out, but fear held him around the throat and cut his vocal cords in half.

"I think you're gonna tell me where he really is if you wanna get out of this shithole in one piece."

And Jason almost considered lying again. Telling Billy that he didn't have a fucking clue where Eddie was. Trying to convince him that Eddie probably fled the state because he was a cold-blooded killer. But deep down, right in there, Jason knew Chrissy would have hated him for all of it. For letting bitter anguish get the better of him. For being a liar and a God-damn hypocrite. God wouldn't forgive him, not for this. Not for anything.

If it was true--if Chrissy was suddenly, inexplicably friends with Eddie Munson--she would have protected him, with every ounce of her sugar-sweet heart, from Jason; from his little friend, the one who fucked up and gave Billy Hargrove everything he needed to end it there and then. And Jason would have believed her, of course he would have.

But, by then, his throat had been all but severed. He could only cry. He sobbed and choked on his rasp, vomit soaking into the rag tied around his head and making him even sicker.

"Cat got your tongue?" Billy asked, an eyebrow raised, and then stood up. Walked back around. Clicked the radio on again, and this time it was a different voice. Tired and dull, bored of the monotony of the every day life of a radio host.

"... masterful poetry of the rock world since its debut in nineteen-seventy-six..."

Billy returned to his spot in front of Jason, watching as he suffered through the motions of trying to breathe with snot that he couldn't blow out, irritated eyes with tears that he couldn't wipe away, trying to swallow the guilt and regret and accepting that it was too late to go back and fix anything; he couldn't save Chrissy.

And if God wouldn't save him, then who would?

A heavy black cowboy boot shoved itself between Jason's legs, too close to his piss-stained crotch for him to avoid flinching. He watched rough, dirty hands yank up frayed denim and pull a knife from the side before Billy stood back into position.

The radio host's voice disappeared, and a guitar took its place. Billy's eyes changed then, excited and eager as he flipped the blade open; shiny, cleaned of Jason's old blood and ready for the new.

"You've heard this song," Billy told him, swaying to the beat and drumming along, closer with each measure. He sang along with the lower harmony: "All our times have come..."

Jason's eyes followed the sun's reflection on the blade every time it hit the light and bounced right back. This was the white light, the yellow beam of constricted sunshine after days held captive by the scapegoat's vengeful lover. Maybe it was bound to end this way. Maybe this was God's plan.

"Here, but now they're gone..."

Billy came closer, straddled Jason's lap, then sat right on top of him and grabbed him by the hair.

"Seasons don't fear the reaper, nor do the wind, the sun, or the rain..."

The blade disappeared, and Jason sobbed; fucking screamed as loud as his tired lungs would allow.

"We can be like they are... come on, baby, don't fear the reaper..."

It traced the scabs behind his ear, poked, prodded, dug into the open wound.

"Baby, take my hand; don't fear the reaper..."

He didn't know whether it was blood or sweat or tears or all three dripping down his neck, letting Billy's fingers slide over his jaw and grip it painfully tight.

"We'll be able to fly; don't fear the reaper..."

A sharp stinging, searing pain, and Jason couldn't feel at all anymore.

"Baby, I'm your man..."

Every sound became a ringing in his head, loud and persistent. All he knew was Billy's arm moving over him, back and forth, quick and abrupt movements; the other hand held Jason's head in place to the side, hotter and wetter the more he worked.

"La... la, la... la, la..."

Three days.

For sure. Definitely.

Maybe.

Blood stained the entire left side of his neck and shoulder, sticky down his arm. The ringing hadn't gone away. Billy had whispered something he couldn't hear anymore, but in his dream, Jason felt it.

"I'll find my Eddie."

This Billy was a mirage.

"And when I do, you'll wish you were good enough for Hell."

But, oh, he was right.

"La... la, la... la, la..."

[lastchancevillagegreen]

Flaming Ears (1992) d. Angela Hans Scheirl, Dietmar Schipek and Ursula Pürrer (poster from US)

[eternalxbarbie]

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

FULL NAME.  Caroline Elizabeth Forbes

NICKNAME.  Care, CareBear, Vampire Barbie/Judgy (Damon), Goldilocks/Gorgeous (Enzo), Love (Klaus), Wendy (Andrea)

GENDER.  Cis Female  

HEIGHT.  5′8″ 

AGE.  20  (Born on October 12th, 1992 — she thinks it’s fate that Jeremy’s birthday is the day after hers)  

ZODIAC.   Libra sun (aesthetic oriented, people pleaser, strong moral compass), Aries moon (swift, enthusiastic, and impulsive), Scorpio rising (magnetic, passionate, loyal, obsessive)

SPOKEN LANGUAGES.   English, minimal French 

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOR.  Blonde (she had a red hair phase freshman year of high school. It was a dark time.)

EYE COLOR.  Blue

SKIN TONE. Fair-skinned

BODY TYPE.   Slim, slender  

VOICE.  Mezzo-Soprano

DOMINANT HAND.  Right

SCARS.  None, thanks to that handy vampire healing ability. The fact that she has no physical scars often messes with her head, as she thinks people do not understand that she still has trauma from what she’s been through even though there is no longer physical evidence of it. 

TATTOOS.  None, and with no plans to get any. She subscribes to the “you don’t put a bumper sticker on a Bentley” mentality.   

PIERCINGS.   Two holes in each earlobe, cartilage piercing on her left ear. She got a belly button piercing during the ill-fated red hair era, but Liz found out and made her let the hole close up.

BIRTHMARKS.   None

MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S).   Eyes, hair, smile

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

HOMETOWN.   Mystic Falls, Virgina

SIBLINGS.   None  

PARENTS.  Bill and Elizabeth Forbes 

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION.  Student; Headmistress (eventually)  

CURRENT RESIDENCE.  McKinley, Virginia  

CLOSE FRIENDS.   Stefan Salvatore (her confidant, her partner in crime, her voice of reason), Jeremy Gilbert (her best friend, her soulmate, her twin flame), Elena Gilbert (her non-biological sister), Bonnie Bennett (her non-biological sister), Matt Donovan (her buddy, her tie to human life), Rebekah Mikaelson (the other half of Team Barbie)

RELATIONSHIP STATUS.  In a relationship with Klaus Mikaelson, it’s complicated with Stefan Salvatore. (Widowed by Stefan Salvatore on March 8th, 2018. Married to Chronos in 2064.)

FINANCIAL STATUS.  Stable. Liz is able to provide pretty much anything Caroline needs, and Klaus is more than happy to get her anything she wants

DRIVER’S LICENSE.  Yes! She wants to get her motorcycle license too. (Stefan’s influence, for sure)

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION.  Demisexual

PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE.  Prefers to be the caretaker most of the time, constantly trying to think up meaningful ways to make sure that the people around her know how appreciated they are. Her current relationship has shown her that she is allowed to also enjoy being taken care of as well, something that was fairly foreign to her until now and still feels uncomfortable and unfamiliar on occasion.

PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE.  Definitely a switch. With Tyler, she was the more dominant force. With Klaus, it’s far more balanced but she lets him take the dominant role more often. 

RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES.  Once she decides she’s in, she’s in for the long haul, come what may. Can be clingy and jealous. Very thoughtful, just wants to make life for her partner as idyllic as possible. Remembers every single milestone (first kiss, first date, anniversaries) but does not expect her partners to do the same.  Consistently uses sex as a weapon or distraction. 

LIBIDO. Incredibly high, probably something to do with forever being stuck with teenage hormones. 

TURN ON’S. Protectiveness, thoughtfulness, having secrets with her partner,  eye contact, neck kisses, consensual roughness, the tongue thing. Super big fan of angry/make up sex. Also very into building tension with secret glances/touches in public.

TURN OFF’S. Ignoring her, interrupting her, pessimism, sexism, messiness, lack of commitment/affection.  

LOVE LANGUAGE.  Her preferred love languages to receive are physical touch, words of affirmation and quality time. Her preferred love languages to give are acts of service and physical touch.

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONGS.    Mastermind by Taylor Swift. Hurricane by Halsey. Sweet Caroline by Neil Diamond. Barbie Girl by Aqua. Problem by Natalia Kills. Tennis Court by Lorde. Where Does The Good Go? by Tegan and Sara. Bottom of the River by Delta Rae. If We Cannot See by Devics. The Future Freaks Me Out by Motion City Soundtrack.

HOBBIES TO PASS TIME.  Reorganizing the closet of every person she lives with, shopping (especially with Jeremy), planning events, learning to bake (she is not great at it yet but she is determined), posing for sketches for Klaus, wedding planning (for her eventual June wedding), sewing (gotta make all those costumes somehow), dancing (especially in the kitchen while Stefan cooks), singing (she loves drunk karaoke), going to the theatre (live theatre and movies) 

MENTAL ILLNESSES.  Obsessive compulsive disorder, anxiety, PTSD 

PHYSICAL ILLNESSES.  None (shout out to vampirism) 

SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL.  Confident about her abilities (including organization, planning, physical fighting, debate, gift giving). Confident in her sexual skills. Confident in her appearance. Not confident in her ability to have people continue to care for her; constantly thinks that she will outlive her usefulness and be forgotten. Not confident in being chosen first or being considered important. Confident in her intellect in relation to school but not in relation to real life application.

[pierppasolini]

Flaming Ears (1992) // dir. A. Hans Scheirl, Dietmar Schipek, Ursula Pürrer

[donnahinkleystaceytroy]

The Wicked Witch of the West Hourglass -- the Most Famous and Recognizable Timepiece in Film History.

Margaret Hamilton "Wicked Witch of the West" Hourglass fromThe Wizard of Oz(MGM, 1939)."Do you see that[the hourglass]?That's how much longer you've got to be alive! And it isn't long, my pretty! It isn't long! I can't wait forever to get those shoes!"

From what is regarded as "the best loved motion picture of all time," the Witch's Hourglass remains as the most recognizable signature prop from the film, in addition to being a crucial plot-driving device. The scenes at the Witch's Castle, where the Hourglass is used, are among the most memorable in the film. After Dorothy (Judy Garland) is captured from the Haunted Forest, the winged monkeys bring her to the Wicked Witch, who holds the hourglass and exclaims, "You see that [the hourglass]? That's how much longer you've got to be alive! And it isn't long, my pretty! it isn't long! I can't wait forever to get those shoes!"

From this moment forward, the pace of the film quickens, as Dorothy's three friends race against time to save her from the Wicked Witch of the West. Periodic closeups of the Hourglass remind the audience of how little time remains before Dorothy's demise. When the Scarecrow, Tin Man and Cowardly Lion finally reach the castle tower where Dorothy is held captive, they break down the door as Dorothy cries out, "Oh, hurry, please hurry! The hourglass is almost empty!" While making their escape, our four heroes are cornered by the Winkie Guards. From the balcony above, the Wicked Witch asks, "Going so soon? I wouldn't hear of it. Why, my little party is just beginning." The Witch then holds the hourglass above her head and throws it. At this point, the camera cuts to a different "stunt" Hourglass that is guided to the stage floor by wires and bursts into a cloud of flame and smoke. As with any signature prop from a major studio production, multiple versions of the Hourglass were created, including a resin and wood version, as well as lighter versions crafted of wood and papier-mâché, like this example, which was used for the epic, climactic sequence when the Wicked Witch of the West holds the Hourglass above her head in defiance of our heroes.

Measuring 20" tall x 11.5" wide, the Gothic frame is expertly crafted by studio artisans of wood and papier-mâché with winged gargoyles perched atop three spiraled columns. The glass element is crafted of hand-blown glass filled with red glitter (added later for display, as the glitter does not flow through the narrow neck of the glass). Following its use on The Wizard of Oz, MGM used this famous Hourglass in subsequent productions, including Babes on Broadway (1941), Diane (1956), and 7 Faces of Dr. Lao (1964). Hourglass frame is asymmetrical and exhibits expected age and wear from production use, including scuffing and cracking to paint on the gargoyle pillars as well as scuffing, wear with some wood loss on the knobs on both bases (top and bottom). There is evidence of studio repair, including pegs installed to secure the gargoyle ears to the base. This incredibly famous film artifact presents beautifully and has been featured in three museum exhibitions: Los Angeles Public Library's Getty Gallery (2000); Farnsworth Art Museum, Rockland, Maine (2014), and Figge Art Museum, Davenport, Iowa (2016).

Provenance: 1970 MGM David Weisz Auction; later sold by Camden House Auctioneers Vintage Film Posters & Entertainment Memorabilia sale, June 6-7, 1992, lot 510.

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[stcllata]

ABOUT: romero, lennox.

— FULL NAME:  lennox ward romero. — BIRTHDATE / AGE:  march 28, 1992.  32. — SPECIES:  demon. — OCCUPATION:  gravedigger. — FACE CLAIM:  cody christian. — DEFAULT VERSE:  buffy the vampire slayer / angel the series. — ALT VERSE(S):  

— BIOGRAPHY:   right ear.  tongue; barbell.  prince albert; curved barbell.  devil’s pictchfork and tail in flames on the back of his right shoulder; where shoulder and arm meet.