#I had to trim this down because I hit tumblrs word limit

[waldosakimbo]

OH MY GOD Heretic (2024) has me by the throat. I feel like this one is definitely worth rewatching, because it TELLS you so much, it advertises SO MUCH right away, and it's sinister how it plays out!

Does Sister Barnes have faith? Does Sister Paxton actually believe she's seen evidence of god from, hilariously, some amateur porn? You're given the idea Sister Paxton believes more but she has no converts and no baptisms. Sister Barnes is questioning, but she's more successful. Why is that? (Is it the big sad eyes?) When they spot the teenagers in the street and Sister Paxton earnestly says "I love them," they immediately betray her. She loves the world. Its cruel. She wants to save this man. He's cruel. Faith and cruelty. Iterations. The butterfly image. The dead moths coating the window. Belief and disbelief and god damn it's tasty. Quick aside, did anyone else think he drugged those drinks or not? I worried initially, but I think it was genuinely just another one of his tests for later. Also it's insidious how Reed tells them "truths." He tells them the walls and ceiling have metal but they don't know that would block cell phones. He tells them the front door locks by a mechanism timer that doesn't come undone until daylight, (but he can switch it off). He tells them the house is wired weird. He tells them he put the aromatic pie there, he tests them, and it's so. Good! So when he tells them about religion, his motivations, his study of theology, and the challenge from Sister Barnes (the faithless? Who choses Belief and stands up to him? Who has her throat slit as the sacrificial lamb? Beautiful, tragic) is the other side of that. The flipside of the coin. Hugh Grant is AMAZING in this, because he's Hugh Granting it up but instead of a comedy, it's a horror. Unsettling to the max. Why? Because it's just the power of humanity and faith. It's JUST. The power. Of humanity. And Faith. It's nothing supernatural. It's using knowledge, history, the arts, humanity and psychology. As a weapon. Longlegs fell short for me because it was eventually supernatural and I thought it clunky and mishandled in the second half. This one? It's just humans. It's just an evil man. And it's visceral. More grounded, which makes it Terrifying. Even when faced with a miracle, we learn it's false. It's a magic trick. Even when we could pray, we're told BY THE PERSON. WHO IS FAITHFUL, that it means nothing, but sometimes it's beautiful to still pray for someone. Which brings me to the point where Sister Paxton was stabbed and praying in level...three? of his twisted Dante's inferno house? Actually, quick aside to that, I love the back and forth of quoting Spider-Man or Voltaire. Quoting Virgil or the Swamp Thing. It's again putting them on opposite sides, another mirror. But also showing the house itself as a labyrinth, yes, but specifically I think that was Dante's Inferno poster in his office, making Paxton Virgil, travelling the levels of Hell to the frozen pit/horrifying chamber of cages where he keeps other pious women, going Through to get Out. "Sister P" Is praying even though she Just said it does nothing. Reed crawling towards her, his own throat slit. But there's this moment where he's draped over her, sobbing or choking, looking for the warmth of her prayer, I think trying to feel her belief because he's been searching for it for so long and he's left empty. Before he can find peace (or kill her, did he have his knife to her throat to kill her? I think he would, but I still think he had this moment where he wished he could believe to find peace with someone, especially after seeing that interview where Grant stated backstory of Reed that he was a lonely man who lost someone dearly to him and he searched through religions to find comfort and couldn't) he's killed. He's smashed in the head with the McGuffin from earlier. Victory. Did Barnes come back? I think she was saving her strength and had one final moment to help her friend. And then that fucking ending. Is she dead? Is she alive? Was the butterfly real? Did she believe? Is it only her belief, her butterfly, or is a final hallucination before she passes? Did she make it out of Hell? Anyways, I'm going to have to see this again soon. Delicious. Horrifying. Loved it.

[purplesurveys]

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survey by danceamydance

Have you ever witnessed a birth? Never have. I wasn’t present when my mom gave birth to my younger siblings and other than that there’s been no reason for me to be around for the birth of my other younger relatives.

What pattern does the closest tissue box have? I don’t have one in my room, but the one in our bathroom is brown. I think. I never actually checked even though I use it everyday lol.

Where did you lose your virginity, if you have? I truthfully didn’t really keep note of what counts as the first time because we had already been fooling around quite a bit. I’d guess either a hotel room or my room, or maybe hers. The one thing I can remember was that I was 18, so there’s that.

What color car(s) do your parents drive? We have two white cars and one teal. I still don’t know why my dad got a teal car when none of us in the family are into colored cars, but according to him getting the Vitara in white would’ve looked like an FX (a form of public transport here), so I’ve learned to make my peace with the teal car lol.

What are your views on getting rid of the penny? I can’t relate, because we don’t use pennies.

Which Asian country would you most like to visit? Aside from the ones I’ve already gone to, I’d love to take a trip to Thailand, Vietnam, Sri Lanka, and India.

Have you ever had a nosebleed? Nope. I fear the day I get one; I’m scared of blood haha.

How far away do you live from your birthplace? Maybe around 30 minutes without any traffic. A realistic drive to Manila would take me anywhere between 1 to 1.5 hours.

Do you have bangs? Yep, and they’re starting to get pretty long as well so thanks for reminding me that I’ll have to trim them soon. I want to get rid of them already as I’ve had my fun with them, but NO ONE HAS SEEN ME WITH BANGS loooool so they are still staying. 

Are you a good driver? I wanna say I’ve been better through the years? Hahaha the consensus is that I drive a little crazy, but my friends still always pick me to drive them whenever we go somewhere because everyone apparently still finds me the safest driver to ride with despite my temper on the road. Having a tiny car, being bullied by bigger pickup trucks and SUV through the years has helped toughen me up.

Have you ever kissed someone underneath the mistletoe? No. My ex and I always celebrated Christmas separately, with our own families, so we never got the chance to do this.

Do you watch the Olympics on the television? No. It’s not really something that interests me.

What was the scariest experience of your life? The time I nearly crashed into a car that I didn’t realize was stopped in the middle of the road while I was going 80 kph, and having like 3 seconds to hit the brakes.

Do you have a Tumblr account? I mean...

Are your nails painted right now? What color? Nope.

Have you ever played truth or dare? Several times, though I always pick truth because I’ve never had a problem saying it. I also hate picking dares because my friends would usually make us do dumb things, like dance, or worse, make out with someone in the circle.

How long is your driveway? Not very.

Are there any tv shows you keep up with religiously? Mmm it used to be The Crown, but I probably won’t be watching it for a while despite the new season because 1) I used to watch it when my past relationship had still been smooth-sailing, so watching it would just remind me of that; and 2) Gabie loves the shit out of Gillian Anderson and she was brought in for season 4 lol. 

Right now my focus is on a new Korean drama called Start-Up, which is currently ongoing and is so fucking good. Nam Joo Hyuk is also there, so it’s a sweet bonus for me <3

What is your favorite iPhone app? I’m using YouTube the most these days, so it may as well be my favorite.

Where is your mother right now? She’s at work.

Do you know anybody named Carl? I don’t think so. The only person that came to mind is an uncle named Carlo who I haven’t seen in more than a decade. My dad’s college group used to be super tight-knit and I used to be friends with his friends’ kids, so it’s sad to see them kinda grow apart and notice the others be more reclusive over the years.

Are you more of a night owl or a morning person? Morning person. Ugh, work is changing me as a person haha.

What is your favorite song at the moment? Saw You In A Dream by The Japanese House has taken the top spot again. It’s just too goddamn good of a song.

Do you have a weak stomach? Very. I’m awful with car rides, bungee jumping, fair rides, you name it.

Have you ever been to a party where people were drinking underage? Hmm, yes. Kaira’s 18th birthday – it was held in May but most of the people at her party weren’t going to turn 18 until the end of the year, so it was a lot of 16 and 17 year olds drinking. I had just turned 18 then, so I allowed myself to take my first sip of a margarita.

How many stores are in the mall closest to you? Malls here are generally packed compared to what people may have in the US or other countries, so even though our local mall isn’t anything notable, it still holds 200+ stores.

Do you know anybody who has been diagnosed with cancer? Yes, but they’re all outside of family. My mom’s side is very weird about cancer and never share information about family members who may have it and only ever refer to it as ‘the c word,’ so I may have more relatives who have cancer than what is made known to us.

How far away is the closest McDonald’s to you? We have one literally right beside the main entrance of our village but because our house is at the very end of the village, what should be just a couple of steps away is instead a 10-minute drive for me.

Would you ever meet someone in person that you met online? Yeah I’ve done that with a few people in the wrestling circle. Jila I met unexpectedly while we were both in line for the WWE house show in Manila in 2016; Javi I met when I lent him my Chris Jericho memoir; and Rafie was the one who gave me a free ticket to said WWE show. Rafie’s a local celebrity now and he has such a huge following, so as weird as it is I’m also glad I have that little memory with him before he blew up.

What was the last film you watched? That Thing Called Tadhana, but I was unable to finish it. I’m into TV shows these days and I’ve been all over Start-Up.

Does it snow where you live? Never has.

Have you ever been to an art gallery? Of course, I’m a sucker for those. I always go to one whenever I can; there are a lot of malls here that’ll randomly have pop-up art exhibits, so art galleries here actually aren’t limited to just museums.

What are your neighbours like? A lot of them have kids, that much I know because a lot of them play outside in the afternoon and make some noise. We all keep to each other, though, so I don’t know any more about them; the only time we get together is when the neighborhood organizes its own Christmas party for the community.

Do you visit your town’s library often? I would if we have one, but public libraries are not a thing here. If you needed to go to a library to find a book, you would have to go to a university.

Have you ever had to take care of an intoxicated person? This just gave me college flashbacks haha. Of course I have, and the most notable people for me are JM, Andrew, and Angela.

What flavor was the last ice cream you ate? It’s a red bean ice cream sandwich that also has a bit of vanilla ice cream in it.

Can you do a cartwheel? No but I definitely tried a thousand times as a kid.

Who is the last person you spoke to on the phone? Can I do video calls instead? I haven’t done phone calls in a while. The last people I was on a call with were Ysa and Bea.

^ What did you talk about? Secret work stuff.

Which website do you spend the most time on? YouTube, Tumblr, Reddit, Twitter.

Have you ever kissed someone of a different race? I haven’t.

What can you smell right now? My coffee chocolate chip cookie.

Do you read fanfiction? If so, what fandoms? I haven’t checked on my favorite authors since college, mostly because they went MIA at some point and moved on to different fandoms as well. But when I did, I mostly read ones for AJ/Punk and HHH/Steph.

What accent is your favorite? Man this question is asked a lot...

How did/will you celebrate your birthday this year? Gab gave me a cute digital present, I think I may have spent the whole day playing the Switch, and Hans and Angela sent over a box of sushi for me.

Are you more introverted or extroverted? I’m both depending on the people I’m with. If I’m with a crowd I don’t know all that much, I turn my volume down.

Do you tend to repeat yourself all the time? Yeah. I got it from my mom, who unconsciously repeats stories all the time.

How was the last chicken you ate cooked? Fried.

Is there anybody you always find yourself thinking about? Yes, but it has gotten easier to manage/ignore altogether these days.

What was your last argument about? Haven’t argued with anyone in a hot minute. It was probably my mom as always, but I no longer remember what it could have been about.

Are/were you part of any extracurricular activities in school? I had clubs in high school since it was mandatory. In college, I was in yearbook and a journalism org.

Do you want to get married someday? I don’t know about that anymore.

What colors are on your country’s national flag? Blue, red, yellow, and white.

Would you go back to your ex if he/she asked you? I’m pretty stupid when it comes to this, so yes.

[aleatoryalarmalligator]

Hello tumblr, I feel like it would be really good for me to write here more often. I stopped writing my life story like forever ago, but i have been listening to it on audio in order to get through it to kind of get back into this. It wasn't too badly written. It was very simple. I want to at least get from age 22-28. I feel like i can do that now. It's funny because the girl who wrote my life story even isn't who i am now. She herself is a part of the story she started writing every day after work. Ugh. My life got really sad, and it's hard to explain just how that happened. I am doing as much as i can to stay afloat, but i am lonely all the time. So much so that i feel like dizzy from it, i feel like i am choking, but at the same time this is probably the best things have ever been for me, I am thinner, i am living on my own in the city of Portland. I see stuff everyday that i am strongly affected by. I am extremely poor, but there are people so much worse off than me too, I really can't complain. I made a bunch of friends last year, and then I lost all my friends and it wasn't really my fault. I mean, i am still connected to people and i could probably do some things differently to reach out. But it would come off as desperate at this point. And i am not interested in people who don't reach out to me. People just got over me or had personal issues with themselves. Life stuff, it happens. I think what's important is the time you have with people, which might be just one great honest conversation on the busride home one night, or it could be a romantic fling that lasted nine months, but whatever you have to really live those moments and not try to force them to stay the same. As a writer, i think the best way i can ever really honor those moments is to reflect on them and put them down into words. Because i have had in my limited time in Portland, a lot of growth, and i am still growing and it's very painful. I fell in love with someone who loved me back. It really happened, and i thought it never would, and it was crazy and good/bad and made me selfish and crazy and open in whole weird new ways now it's over and not at the same time. I mean, we are still close and if we were around one another more i am sure things would start to happen. But i think the painful thing about it is really that no matter what happens, i can't go back to the beginning. It's not his fault or my fault. I honestly just miss being me back then. It wasn't meant to last, at least like it was, but it was so perfect. And i have to now look at this bleak future in front of me, and nobody talks to me anymore. I lost my great job that i worked two years up the ranks to get, and now i am back to working making 25% of what i was making before, but i am living in a place that i can now not really afford. So i am very poor. And i wish i could fall in love again, but i can't just make that happen. I'm not dedicating myself to anyone or anything, but i just don't feel that attached to people very often. I can't even pay my taxes I owed this year, and i stress about all this mounting debt i can't pay, and i keep trying not to look at the news or read about the state of the environment, but i've read enough and listen to enough podcasts and stuff to feel this great mounting uncertainty about the world at large, with or without me in it, and it's easy to get really sad. I was unemployed for a month, and i got really sad and ate way too much food and never left the house, and the weight of two years just hit me like a ton of bricks (I've been really just going nonstop since i moved to Portland), and the extent of how everything has happened was very shocking to me. It doesn't get said enough that growth can be extremely painful and isolating. It's not like the quintessential yoga woman smiling as a happy light decends upon her enlightened head. I grew distant and cold. I ended up having something wrong with my legs that prevented me from walking right I stopped drinking for about five months, not that i drank too much, but not drinking actually alienated me because most everyone I know does drink. I grew really amazingly depressed. So much so that i felt myself backtracking years, to being an awkward misanthropic teenage girl that i once was. I felt myself getting very out of touch. So i forced myself to take this job that pays me a disappointing and almost disrespectful amount less (i am working for the same company technically that i use to, just not as a server). It did help. I got to be around some of my work chums that cheered me up, i found a reason to get out of bed. Nobody knows any of the stuff i have been through. The relationship i was in is top secret. And so now, I've decided to lose the rest of the weight. I have about twenty five pounds to lose, and it's really important to just get this out of the way. It involves me being very hungry. I laugh sometimes at how miserable i feel. There isn't much i can do to make anything change right now. I think there will be opportunities in the future and i want to be ready when those things happen. But i am doing everything i can. I am watching the guy i was in a relationship with pursue other girls, and it's hard to just let that happen, but i know better. We were never in a relationship and this was always on the table. It's just some weird impulsive desperation act on his own part, and he may or may not come back, but if he comes back to me, i won't be the same anymore. He's a serious alcoholic and he's losing control of his life. He's very well loved and social. He still talks to me everyday. He loves me and misses me and is still my friend. He just needs that drug of the pursuit i guess. I wish i was more like him sometimes. It would be so fun to be going out with guys and liking them all. I mean, it's in me somewhere, but i am not interested in any of the guys i know. I don't want to get hurt again, and i really really don't want to hurt anyone else. I laugh too, because it's like i lost four things, Money, Sleep, Friends and Food. It's hard to sleep because i wake up with a rushing heart. I do repetitive things and have to exercize until i am too tired to do much else. I lost food because i need to trim down, I lost friends because of a lot of things, and i lost money because of the job thing. But still, still, i cannot complain. I honestly am doing better than i ever have been. I am falling apart, but this is just what has to happen. Eventually i will get a serving job again. I will eventually be healthy and skinny, and  I will either get used to not having friends or i will get new friends. And eventually, i just want the space and emotional support to where i can hold myself up and be given the comfort and escape in a way to write books. I find strange things tend to help me. I harken back to a lot of Charles Bukowski poems. I like his whole approach on life. I remind myself that even though i am discontented, i am living a better life than royalty did a few hundred years ago, and i am lower working class. There is so much information and new ideas at my disposal. I'm really lucky to even have my headphones or the youtube feed to be what it is. I rarely get sick. People probably like me, I'm probably just depressed. Things will get better again. It just really really doesn't feel like it. I have to avoid people to an extent because dieting is hard when people are around. And i have to keep my secrets, and if i drink when i am lonely i tell people stuff i probably shouldn't. Anyway, i am actually with a gathering of people, so i should probably try to be sociable. I'll try to be more active on tumblr, and eventually i will continue on that life story stuff when i listen to where i last left off. There are things i just need to be refreshed on. I forgot about where i was, what i've stated and what i haven't.

[susandwrites]

2018 Fic Year In Review

Tagged by @sherlockedcarmilla - I’m so glad we’re fic friends now!

This is going to be a little difficult because I haven’t written a ton of fic this year - I took a bit of an accidental hiatus, but jumped back into AO3 with both feet, desperate for more Sherlock. Anything Sherlock.

Total completed stories: Only three this year, but two unfinished.

Total word count: 32788

Fandoms written in: Sherlock

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d expected? More, actually. This year in fic writing sort of took me by surprise. I wrote a novel for a friend of mine (in proofing now) which took a ton of time and effort. But I found that when I was done with the novel, I was sort of on a roll and wanted to write some stuff that wouldn’t stress me out. Johnlock does this.

What’s your own favorite story of the year? I’m gonna say... Fallen Through Time. Not done yet, but I am thoroughly enjoying writing it and thinking my way through it.

Did you take any writing risks this year? I always feel like writing itself is a risk. Especially writing erotica because you have to swallow down the fact that now everyone knows what you know about sex and kinks and things that people don’t talk about. But, honestly, I love the feeling of strength and empowerment I get from writing and talking about things that people pretend are taboo, but are so eager to experience.

Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the new year? My personal writing goals are pretty lofty: as soon as my novel from 2018 gets edited, I’m going to search for an agent and try to get it published. I’m also already working on a sequel, which I would like to finish by February for my friend’s birthday. Fanfic-wise, I plan on finishing Fallen Through Time as well as possibly going back to an old fic called The Love of a Child. And I have a few AUs in mind, including but not limited to Die Hard and The Greatest Showman.

Best story of the year? I’ll say Fallen Through Time again. I’m just proud of how it’s going so far.

Most popular story of the year? A tie between Fictober 2018 and Fallen Through Time at 984 hits in 2018. But since I finished The Adventure of the Swinging Hips a few days ago, it has climbed to a whopping 2,412!

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: The Adventure of the Swinging Hips. I actually had a bit of a comment battle (which has since been deleted) regarding whether or not I was remaining true to Sherlock and John’s voices. Obviously, I felt that I did, but I got some snark about Sherlock and John and who should be on top and what type of sex they’re having. All that being said, I feel like this story doesn’t get enough notes, but that’s probably because I had so much fun writing it.

Most fun story to write: Swinging Hips again. I listen to the playlist almost constantly and - while it is marked complete for now - I plan on eventually adding more chapters. Imagining Sherlock and John dancing about, loving each other in a myriad of little ways, expressing themselves through music... It just warms my heart.

Most unintentionally telling story: Probably Trimmed in Red. It’s angsty and was VERY hard to write, even though it’s pretty short. While I’ve never taken drugs (of any sort), trying to put myself in Sherlock’s mindset was emotionally difficult because of my own clinical depression and what I suspect might be ADHD. I struggle so much with my own memory and emotions - since there was a time in my life when I was so sad, it is easy to forget things because of the way I felt at the time. But I don’t want to forget moments in my life - they led me here.

Biggest disappointment: Ugh - I just could not finish the Fictober challenge on time. It’s STILL a wip! I will say that I am a bit of a masochist - most people treat each prompt as an opportunity for stand-alone ficlets, which is the sane decision. I, however, decided for some godforsaken reason to make each prompt the start of a chapter in a long-ass, full-blown fic. Now, in my defense, I was finishing a novel in October and treated Fictober as a bit of stress-relief. But I really like the direction in which the story is going and I am going to finish it, come Hell or high water.

Biggest surprise: Just & Loyal, a conversation between John and Sherlock regarding their respective Hogwarts House sorting. I finally started listening to the Three-Patch Podcast (AMAZING!) and in their first episode, their discussion about characters’ sorting was entertaining, but - as a hardcore Hufflepuff - I was disappointed that they decided emphatically that Sherlock would never be a Hufflepuff. We’re great! Don’t underestimate the Badger! Anyway - I cannot believe the number of notes this little ficlet got on Tumblr. It is so encouraging to see people liking and commenting. I love you guys!

I can hardly believe how much fun I’ve had after throwing myself into fanfic at the end of the year. It is so wonderful to be affirmed and supported, especially by people I’ve never met, and for what I consider My Work. I have a day-job, but writing is what drives me. What sustains me. Letting off steam while writing a novel or two and getting to be creative feels so great and the love and support I’ve been getting just gives me the boost of confidence I need.

Ok, tagging time. I’ll go with @cellard00rs and @nofate88, if you guys haven’t already done this. Love and kisses!

[sunshineoptimismandangels]

Spangled Banner by Sunshineoptimismandangels

Summary: With Kurt too busy this year to plan Blaine has to take responsibly for their Halloween costumes... meaning that Blaine finally gets to dress up as he favorite Superheroes! (Based on a Tumblr prompt). Word Count: 2,470 Status: Complete AO3 | FF.net

Kurt usually had his costume planned a month in advance of Halloween. He usually made it himself with a little help from Amazon when it came to ordering wigs or makeup. He usually took polaroids and made patterns and had all the details sewn up long before October 31st rolled around. Usually. This year was different.

Kurt had been flustered with NYADA, his internship at Vogue and work at the diner. It was all a lot and as much as Kurt loved dressing up he kept putting it off. By mid-October Kurt hadn't shown any signs of being Halloween ready and it seemed to Blaine that if they were going to have costumes this year he was going to need to take the lead.

Blaine leaned against the doorframe of their workroom watching Kurt as he sewed an assignment for his period costumes class at NYADA.

"We could go as Real Housewives." Blaine suggested, it wasn't his first suggestion, but Kurt hadn't been excited by anything yet. "That could be funny."

Kurt remained bent over his sewing machine, but his face twisted up in disdain and Blaine laughed, "Okay not Real Housewives. How about… you could be Gordan Ramsey and I could be Aarón Sanchez?"

Kurt lifted his foot from the sewing machine pedal and finally looked up at Blaine, "Better… and I'm not trying to be difficult, but what if we steered away from reality TV this year?"

Blaine nodded, "Sure." He thought for a moment knowing what he wanted to suggest. "We could go as superheroes…" He muttered under his breath.

Blaine had wanted to suggest that from the start, but Kurt didn't like to dress up as anything obvious and superhero costumes were wildly popular. Still, Blaine really wanted to go as a superhero, he loved the big blockbuster movies, the comics, the fanfiction – really, he loved it all.

"Okay." Kurt turned back to his sewing machine, foot on the pedal making it whir to life.

"Okay?" Blaine stood straight from the doorframe as excitement beginning to thrum through him, "Really?"

"Yeah." Kurt nodded, eyes still on his sewing, "Who do you want to be? Who's your favorite?"

"Bruce Banner." Blaine answered without hesitation, he loved Bruce Banner. Smart and sexy... a reluctant but courageous superhero. And Mark Ruffalo wasn't so bad himself.

Kurt smiled, "Great. Then you be Banner and I'll be Captain America. That way we're both Avengers. I'll work on my costume after I finish this project."

"Great. Great!" Blaine's mind was already spinning with ideas.

Kurt looked up once more, smiling broadly, "You should have just said you wanted to do that Blaine, I can be excited about any idea you're excited about." He pulled the sleeve he was sewing out of the machine to inspect it, "Besides you'll make a great Bruce Banner."

*********** Blaine was ecstatic. Halloween was his second favorite Holiday, just barely beneath Christmas, and his tradition with Kurt of having corresponding costumes made it all the better. Blaine started his research immediately. Googling photos of Bruce Banner. Watching The Avengers (again) one evening when Kurt had to work late. Going from online store to online store until he found the perfect clothing that looked spot on like purple shirt and tan/gray suit Bruce so often wore in the movie stills. Blaine even found vanity glasses that were a perfect match to Banner's - then he spent time practicing his hairstyle so he'd have that scatterbrained rumpled look Bruce so easily pulled off.

Kurt on the other hand kept putting off getting his costume together.

Blaine offered to help, but Kurt turned him down every time. It was a matter of pride for Kurt to make his own costume. A week out from Halloween though Kurt flopped down to next to Blaine on the couch, immediately leaning his head on Blaine's shoulder as Blaine instinctively wrapped his arm around Kurt's waist.

"What's wrong?" Blaine asked as Kurt let out a long sigh.

"I started on my Captain America costume today and... I just don't have enough time to get everything done that I want to do with it!"

Blaine placed a kiss to Kurt's hair, "It's suppose to be fun. Don't stress yourself out. We could just order you a costume." Kurt sat up quickly almost hitting Blaine's chin with his head.

"Are you serious? That's sacrilege!"

"Kurt, it isn't so bad. I ordered all my stuff."

"But not as a prepackaged costume, you found all our items piece by piece."

"Lots of people buy prepackaged-"

Blaine was cut off by Kurt pressing his fingers against Blaine's lips. "Lots of people do, and that's fine for them. I don't do that."

Blaine smiled under Kurt's fingertips before kissing them lightly as Kurt pulled his hand back, "Okay. I just didn't want you to stress about it."

"I'm going to stress about it Blaine. That's a given. All I want from you is tell me my costume will be great no matter what."

"Kurt, if you're making it then it will be fantastic."

Kurt smiled sweetly and then crumpled back down leaning into Blaine's side and yawning, "Yes. Yes, it will."

Blaine didn't see Kurt's costume at all before Halloween – He was working on it in his off time at Vogue making use of their sewing room and supplies. Kurt seemed to be putting a lot of effort into it now that he was in the spirit of things, but secretly Blaine was grateful Kurt didn't have as much time to work on his costume as usual because Blaine was having doubts about his own outfit.

Everything Blaine ordered had come in and Blaine laid it out on the bed to look at it. A new suit, a purple button down dress shirt and a pair of rimless glasses… that was it. He could easily switch out the suit jacket for a lab coat but still… what had he done? In the whole-wide world of superheroes, Blaine had chosen a costume that meant dressing up like a normal guy. A suit and a dress shirt? He was going to look like Blaine Anderson – in glasses.

Blaine ran his hands through his hair and sighed. It would be okay. Kurt barely had any time to work on his Captain America, this would just be the year they looked back on and laughed about because they both didn't meet the mark in the costume department. It would still be fun.

Kurt came home in a rush on Halloween, "I'm going to shower and get the smell of French fry grease out of my pours." Kurt said kissing Blaine quickly on the cheek, "Then we're off! You better get your costume on!"

Blaine watched Kurt go – loving the way he moved, fast, a little clumsy as he nearly ran into the corner he was rounding, but very always sexy – then Kurt disappeared into the bathroom, his costume held over his shoulder in a garment bag. Blaine still hadn't seen it, he was worried Kurt was embarrassed by it, but even with the limited time Kurt had to work on things there was no way his costume could be any worse than Blaine's feeble attempt at a "superhero".

Blaine slipped into his outfit, slacks, loafers, button down shirt – then he held up the suit jacket in one hand and the lab coat he'd purchased last minute in the other, Kurt could help him decide which to wear. He heard the shower turn off and expect Kurt to join him as slipped on his Bruce Banner glasses and stood in front of the mirror for an embarrassingly long time getting his tousled curls just right. Once he felt there wasn't really anything else to do he checked the time, they needed to leave soon. Where was Kurt?

"Kurt?" Blaine called scooping up his jacket options and heading out to the hallway, "Kurt are you ready yet?"

He walked into the living room to find Kurt leaning over and hopping on one foot as he attempted to pull on red thigh-high boot.

Blaine froze in his tracks. His mouth suddenly dry and his stomach swooping.

Kurt was wearing tight blue pants that made his already flawless ass look positively delectable. He straightened up as he got the boot on and Blaine almost wanted to whimper. The cut of Kurt's costume made his waist look trim and his shoulders broad. And his arms? God, that wasn't even fake padded muscles, Kurt's arms really just looked that good in the skintight blue shirt he wore.

Kurt turned around with a smile on his lips, he didn't have the Captain America mask on, but his hair was parted and styled in 1940s fashion and the blue of his eyes stood out, matching the blue of his outfit.

He looked spectacular.

Blaine took a step forward, the sudden urge to peel Kurt's beautiful costume off his even more beautiful body was a low, hot rumble in his stomach.

"Oh wait!" Kurt said smiling, oblivious to the way Blaine was feeling seeing his fiancé dressed as Steve Rogers, "I have the shield too!" Kurt reached to the couch where an almost perfect replica of Captain America's shield laid. He held it up in front of himself and struck pose, his expression growing serious as if he was ready to fight off Hydra right then and there.

Blaine stood silent staring at him, Kurt's sexiness aside, Blaine was having trouble processing how he had completed such a textbook spot-on outfit in the time he'd had to work on it. The red, white and blue pattern on the front was perfect, it fit him to a tee, the shield looked real and Kurt looked every inch the part of a daring superhero.

While Blaine was wearing slacks and a button down.

"What's wrong?" Kurt asked standing up straight and letting his shield arm drop, "I know it isn't great, but for the amount of time I had…"

Blaine took another step towards him, "No, no Kurt. Are you kidding? It is incredible. How did you… you look… wow."

Kurt smiled again, his cheeks growing a little rosy at Blaine's praise.

"You look ready for a movie set and this shield?" Blaine reached out and let his fingers trail down it, "How?"

"Paper mache and metallic paint. This was the third attempt."

Blaine shook his head in amazement, "You are remarkable."

Kurt beamed at him, bouncing on his heels little.

"And I…" Blaine looked down at his outfit, stomach dropping, he looked like he was going to a corporate interview, not out to a Halloween party in costume.

"You look good enough to eat." Kurt's voice took on that low almost raspy timbre Kurt slipped into when he was particularly turned on.

"What?" Blaine's head snapped up in surprise to find Kurt looking at him through his lashes, his bottom lip between his teeth.

Kurt took another step towards him, brushing the hair on Blaine's forehead with his fingertips before trailing his hand down Blaine's face and neck to his chest. "Just one change." Kurt said unbuttoning a couple buttons on Blaine's shirt. "Since you seem to be going for sexy Bruce Banner you might as well go all out."

"Sexy?" Blaine said, "I don't… I wasn't trying for that."

Kurt looked up to meet his eyes, "Oh? So this is all just natural then?" He's eyes were dark as they raked over Blaine, "Purple looks amazing on you and you should do your hair that way more often." He leaned in to whisper in Blaine's ear, "It almost makes me want to stay home and slowly take this costume off you."

Blaine chuckled in surprise, happiness and desire bubbling in his chest, "I don't really like my costume, I look like just a normal, boring guy."

Kurt backed up just enough to look Blaine in the face, his expression confused, "Normal guy? You look exactly like Bruce Banner, I mean you were made for this costume, and trust me there is nothing boring about you. Ever." Kurt lowered his voice again, "You look really hot."

Blaine rubbed the back of his neck feeling much better about his costume now than he had just moments ago, "Oh well," Blaine smiled, "If you say so."

"I do." Kurt grabbed Blaine's lapels and pulled him in for a firm and passionate kiss.

Blaine dropped his jackets in favor of holding on to Kurt – they were both a little breathless once they pulled back.

"You're sure you want to go out tonight?" Kurt whispered holding Blaine close.

Blaine thought about it a moment – staying in with Kurt was very tempting, especially with him in that outfit, but Halloween only came once a year. Beside the way Kurt looked right now, Blaine wanted to show him off a little. "I think we should go out and have fun. We can leave the undressing each other part of the evening for later."

Kurt smiled as if he hoped that was what Blaine would say and then leaned down and picked up Blaine's jackets, "Lab coat I think." He said holding it out. Blaine slipped it on while Kurt grabbed his shield and mask.

"You know," Blaine said as Kurt held open the front door for him, "You put Chris Evans to shame."

"Oh please," Kurt said rolling his eyes, but looking obviously flattered. He locked the door behind them and Blaine reached out for his hand, "And…" Blaine leaned in, "No matter how many Captain Americas we see tonight, none of them have anything on your ass in that costume."

Kurt laughed and pulled him down the hall, "Come on Sexy Bruce Banner. Let's go to this party before you make me change my mind about going out tonight!"

End Notes:

Prompt: Kurt and Blaine deciding on Halloween costumes. Right now it's between Thor/Hulk (with Blaine as Banner, not Hulk) or Wonder Woman/Steve (with Blaine as Steve). Mostly Blaine is torn between being excited that they are doing a superhero theme and disappointed that his half of the costume is just dressing as a regular guy.