(food/weight talk, but i’m a fat acceptance advocate fat person who isn’t actively trying to lose weight, so that’s the perspective it’s coming from if those are triggering subjects and you’re considering whether or not to read the post)
[reign (mary/bash, pg, post-1x13, un-betaed, 758 words)]
A feeling of dread settled in the pit of Bash’s stomach when his father stopped him from leaving. He wished he could be confident that his father wouldn’t harm him, but those days had ended when Henry had used Bash’s life in an attempt to leverage Mary into doing what Henry wanted.
When the guards flanking Henry bound Bash’s hands and pushed him through the corridors of the castle, the dread threatened to morph into panic, and it was only the knowledge that they weren’t heading for the dungeons that allowed him to keep his expression flat.
It wasn’t until Henry said something about teaching Bash a lesson about not coveting things that weren’t his that he realised where he was being taken. It took every ounce of his hard-won self-control not to fight the guards as they shoved him into the room where the consummation ceremony was taking place.
3x21: The Fox and The Wolf - ”I’m not gonna be the first wolf to run from a fox.”
HA! THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN!!
I saw a post/prompt by ohmypreciousgirl earlier today about using the season 1 blooper reel where Oliver and Laurel fall off the bed as inspiration for a ‘5 times’ fic where O and F try to have sex five times and fail spectacularly each time. And it sort of got stuck in my head and I spent the afternoon thinking about these five times. And then I popped open a magnum of pinot and spent the night writing about these five times. Plus the one time they did. :)
It was so much fun and I’m really glad I did this even if it took away from TLT for a night. But that shit is getting heavy and this was a nice change of pace.
So, enjoy! Hope you like!
So earlier today someone tried to insult me/my intelligence/my tv viewing habits (because I dared to express my displeasure over last night’s episode of Reign) by saying that Reign isn’t Gossip Girl, and that maybe I should be watching that instead.
Now, initially I just addressed the fact that I’m actually really intelligent, kthxbai, and also argued that you can’t evaluate Reign based on actual history, because HAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO.
REIGN IS ABSOLUTELY GOSSIP GIRL AND IF YOU THINK IT’S NOT YOU’RE DELUDING YOURSELF.
And look, I’m not saying that to insult Reign. Gossip Girl ran for several seasons. It was a relatively well-crafted teen/young adult primetime soap opera for the CW. (Or at least that’s my impression; I didn’t actually watch it.) If you haven’t recognized and accepted by now that Reign is Gossip Girl put in a semi-historical setting that is vaguely reminiscent of Renaissance France, then you’re either not paying attention or you just don’t understand how tv works.
Gossip Girl was a primetime soap. Reign is a primetime soap. Just because one of them was set in contemporary NYC and the other is (sort of) set in Renaissance France doesn’t make the latter suddenly “highbrow” or more intelligent. (Especially when it fails so completely at maintaining even a semblance of period accuracy.) For God’s sake, they’re both CW shows. I’m not saying that Reign is Gossip Girl Renaissance AU, but if you wrote a Reign AU where Mary and Francis and Bash and all Mary’s ladies-in-waiting were students at a fancy prep school in NYC, it would probably look a lot like GG minus the blog, even if you kept all the plot elements as close as possible to what they are in actual Reign. And it’s not because Reign is copying GG, it’s just because they are what they are - primetime soaps about the intrigues and interpersonal relationships and internal motivations of a mostly young cast and a few of their parental units.
So, dear person who attempted to insult me today, you have failed twice. Once for the reasons stated in my initial rebuttal, and two because ACTUALLY REIGN IS TOTALLY GOSSIP GIRL SO THERE.
(And if you don’t believe me regarding the whole “so many things are primetime soaps” idea, I was actually sitting in on an undergrad-level class being taught by one of the professors in the department where I will be getting my PhD starting in the fall last Friday, and he was actually talking about exactly that topic during the lecture. It was fascinating and delightful and I’m definitely hoping he ends up on my committee and am also thinking he’s a good candidate for being my actual advisor. ANYWAY.)
IN WHICH ZIVA IS TONY’S DATE TO SENIOR’S WEDDING
He smiled when he felt her warm arms wrap around his middle, and the faint scent of the perfume he bought her tickled his nose. One of his own arms came to rest low on her waist.
"I have missed you," she murmured, and he watched the small, lazy smile appear on her lips when he pressed his lips to her temple.
"Me too, Sweetcheeks."
"Your father looks happy," she remarked.
Tony’s eyes searched the reception hall until they found the jovial old man. Smiling as big as ever, Senior was twirling his new bride around the dance floor with as much grace and gusto his old, tired limbs would allow.
"He told me that she was his soulmate."
Ziva’s eyebrows rose at the vaguely familiar choice of words, and opted for resting cheek against his chest to look up at him curiously. “Do you believe in soulmates?” she chanced.
With a tenderly placed hand under her chin, he leaned down to capture her lips with his. His hand then moved from under her face and into her hair, which he had enjoyed watching her straighten. Her things had been spread about his bathroom, and he’d had a lovely view of her leaning over the counter, wearing nothing but a pair of lacy Ziva-David-I-didn’t-know-you-owned-those black panties and matching bra. And as he leaned against the doorframe, admiring her domesticity and rather stunning backside, Tony concluded that he was one hell of a lucky guy. And she had scolded him for staring but with a sneaky grin on her face that let him know that she wasn’t really mad. If anything, he assumed that she had quite enjoyed his eyes on her.
And now, with her eagerly responding to his tender kiss, Tony wondered how it was even possible that he didn’t realize beforehand that she was the one for him.
He pulled away slowly, identical grins on their faces, and he whispered, “I think I’m starting to.”
It took her a second to figure out how that was relevant to anything, because his kisses always succeeded in making her mindless, but when it clicked she pecked his lips for good measure.
"Me too," was her reply, and when he eventually pulled her to the dance floor and the little velvet box shifted in his pocket, reminding him of its presence, Tony knew that the next wedding he danced with her at would hopefully be their own.
We never knew this was a thing we needed until now. Thanks Yahoo TV