Prop 8 has been overturned! Let's have a comment!party

[lokifan_import]

Proposition 8 was ruled unconstitutional and overturned. *pauses for cheering*

It's a baby step but it will make thousands of people happier and makes millions freer, so I think it deserves a party.

Here's my idea: proposal/marriage/honeymoon/bigot-defeating comment!fic. Any pairing, any rating, any fandom. :) I am extremely tired because it is after 2am here in the good old You Kay, but I will do my best! And there is no time limit on a good party.

Leave prompts for others in the comments if you so choose! Just leave comments of SQUEE! I know you'll be excited by this news too.

A few prompts thrown out to get you started (though writing to prompts isn't necessary):

Unfortunately, Character A had no idea Character B wasn't a virgin. And the honeymoon was fast approaching.

Unfortunately, Character A had no idea Character B was a virgin. And the honeymoon was fast approaching.

An orange wedding dress was non-traditional, certainly...

Somebody's late for their own wedding!

Hermione and Ron have a lovely, traditional, polygamous ceremony. Their third Pansy looks beautiful.

Eloping!

"If she offers me the choice between a cream menu and an off-white one one more time I will make her eat them both."

Partying in Soho after civil unions become legal in 2004, character A and B meet unexpectedly. They wake up the next morning wearing rings.

Unexpected proposal!

Someone tries to hire Malfoy Manor for a wedding and Lucius sets the peacocks on them. :)

Comments

[dysonrules.livejournal.com]

Hermione and Ron have a lovely, traditional, polygamous ceremony. Their third Pansy looks beautiful. When I read that line I wondered what they did with their first two Pansys...

:D THIS LOOKS FUN! I will scribble when I get done making foods.

[sesheta-66.livejournal.com]

When I read that line I wondered what they did with their first two Pansys...

OMG, me too!!! :D

Awesome idea, hon!

[lokifan]

LOL. The prompt was totally inspired by a conversation with woldy where we agreed that Pansy is heteronormativity's KRYPTONITE. Pansy/Hermione, Pansy/Ron, Pansy/Harry, Pansy/Ginny, threesomes... there is no Epilogue couple that cannot be made better by her having sex with them.

YAY! :DDD

Am considering writing something horribly dark because I am perverse like that.

[lokifan]

Ahaha... *facepalm*

Why thank you :)

[dysonrules.livejournal.com]

"We should get married," Harry said.

Draco's head snapped up from the contract he had been reading. "What?"

Harry's face assumed his dogged expression. "We should get married."

Draco's eyes narrowed. "Why?"

"Because we can."

Draco carefully set down the parchment, got to his feet, straightened his robes, and left the room. Harry called after him, but he kept walking until he reached their bedroom, where he slammed the door loudly enough to rattle the portraits on the wall, and cast several strong Locking Charms.

Harry pounded on the door. "Draco, come on. Why are you mad?"

"That was the most pathetic excuse for a proposal I have ever heard, Potter!" Draco yelled. He threw a vase at the door for good measure--one of Harry's favourites.

"Draco! Let me in and stop that! I'm sorry, you know I'm no good at this romantic stuff!"

Draco threw another vase.

"Damn it, Draco!"

A porcelain statuette followed the vases.

Silence followed and Draco stood where he was warily, holding a crystal quill jar. A noise behind him drew his attention and he whirled to see Harry climbing through the window. The jar hit the sill next to Harry's head, but his boyfriend dove forward and knocked Draco to the floor. Harry's weight pinned him in place, despite Draco's thrashing. He tried not to think about how nice Harry felt atop him and cursed his traitorous cock to stand down.

"Draco, hold still. Knock it off. I'm sorry, okay? I'm going to let you up and then I'll try to do this right."

Draco allowed the prat to sit back on his haunches and pull a chair over for Draco to sit on. When he was settled, Potter lifted himself to one knee and took one of Draco's hands.

"Draco Malfoy. Will you please marry me and make me the happiest man alive?" Harry asked, eyes liquid and soulful. Draco's heart lurched, despite his annoyance. Still, principles were principles.

"No," Draco said.

Harry sagged in place, jaw gaping. Draco got to his feet and started to pace.

"I want a real proposal. With dinner first. And a ring, Potter, you complete idiot. And romantic music. And flowers. And the setting should be beautiful, somewhere like Paris or Vienna, with lots of soft lights. And the weather has to be perfect..."

When Harry sprawled on the floor with a groan, Draco only stepped over him and continued to explain his demands. He should probably make Harry a checklist...

[b-o-w-a.livejournal.com]

I think this is awesome. lol

[dysonrules.livejournal.com]

HAHAHA I can see this scene so clearly.

[lolafalola.livejournal.com]

I know!

Each of them have one in their hair. It really is quite lovely.

[ships-harry.livejournal.com]

Completely awesome :D.

[fireflavored.livejournal.com]

Hahahahahhaaaa! Draco's going to go on for a while, isn't he? :DDD

[lolafalola.livejournal.com]

Poor Harry!

Although, I am surprised Draco didn't have that check list ready to begin with.

[dysonrules.livejournal.com]

*grin* Thanky! :D

[dysonrules.livejournal.com]

Worse. He's going to call his MOTHER and ask her advice.

*GRIN*

[dysonrules.livejournal.com]

HAHAHA He probably has it leather-bound.

[nuclearsugars.livejournal.com]

LOL, I love this! Trust Draco to toss things in his white blond fury.

[nuclearsugars.livejournal.com]

From my WIP, a modern, non magical AU,where Albus and Scorpius live in San Francisco.

Scorpius walked up the steps of Harvey Milk Plaza, having just gotten off the Muni train. As he stepped up to Castro and Market, he couldn't believe his eyes. Castro Street was blocked off from 18th to Market Street and the entire block was packed with people. There was music playing and people dancing in the street. A man on top of his boyfriend's shoulders was holding up a rainbow flag, which was trailing behind him in the wind. The neon lights of the Castro Theater Marquee seemed to be brighter than usual in hot May heat. Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, Scorpius pulled out his phone.

Text from: Scorp <3
This is crazy. Where are you?

Text from: A.S.P.
i'm in front of hot cookie with a chocolaty surprise. ;)

Smiling to himself, Scorpius walked across the street to Hot Cookie, a cookie shop made famous for its phallic chocolate cookies. Albus was already in front of the shop, holding out a penis cookie on a stick.

Scorpius shook his head at Albus, who greeted him with a kiss. He tasted the chocolate and coconut on Albus's tongue, as Albus swept it into his mouth. Pulling away, Scorpius looked into his boyfriend's eyes and he saw how Al's pupils were already dilated. He must have started drinking already, as evidenced by the paper bag by Albus's feet.

"Hey baby," Albus breathed as he buried his face into Scorpius's neck.

Scorpius delicately pulled Albus into his arms, ignoring the cacophony around them. "Hey," he said into Albus's brown hair. They stood there, holding each other amidst the crowd, in front of the Twin Peaks bar and Hot Cookie. Scorpius worked long hours as a banker in the Financial District and Albus was just finishing up his bar year, so it was difficult to see each other despite sharing an apartment for the past two years in Noe Valley.

Albus pulled away, offering the cookie to Scorpius. He had already bitten off the tip of the chocolate covered coconut macaroon, but there was still plenty left of the shaft and balls of the enormous penis shaped cookie.

Scorpius took the cookie from Albus and said, "You know only tourists purchase these."

Albus shrugged. "I felt that this was a special occasion, deserving of phallic treats."

"Plus you're drunk," Scorpius said.

Snatching the cookie away from Scorpius, Albus took a defiant bite. Chewing and swallowing quite noisily, he said, "Am not. I just had a shot with the boys at The Bar. Or maybe two." Albus grinned mischievously.

[nuclearsugars.livejournal.com]

"What's in the bag?" Scorpius asked, with a raised eyebrow.

"Beer," Albus stated simply. "I knew you wouldn't want to go out to the bars, because they'd all be packed."

Shaking his head, Scorpius picked up the bag in one hand and put his other arm over Albus's shoulders as they walked down the street. It was difficult to navigate the crowds, as everyone streamed into Castro to celebrate this new victory.

"I haven't seen the streets so packed since Castro Street Fair," Scorpius commented. "There must be hundreds of people here. Speaking of the boys, where are they?"

Albus gnawed away at the cookie, latching onto one of the chocolate balls. He shrugged in response to Scorpius's question. "Fey feft"

Scorpius removed the cookie from Albus's mouth. "I'm sorry? I can't understand what you're saying when you have chocolate covered testicles in your mouth," he said pointedly.

Albus swallowed his last bite of cookie. "They left when I said I wanted to wait for you. Apparently, the go go dancers at Boy Bar are more enticing than Hot Cookie."

Scorpius snorted. "Typical queens."

"Yeah, they seemed to think that tonight would be a good night to scope out the boys. Because there's nothing like gay marriage to make all the single boys want to go out," Albus said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"So why are we here?" asked Scorpius.

Albus stopped in front of La Tortilla to snag a beer out of the bag. "To get drunk and celebrate with our people!"

Taking the beer from Albus, Scorpius smiled. "Yes, you keep saying that. Our people."

"Buck up, baby," said Albus, cracking open the bottle of beer with the bottle opener on his key chain. "I don't think you understand. This has been four years in the making. Some people have been together for decades and haven't been able to get married, just because of some bigots in Sacramento."

"Sing it sister!" said a man walking by who happened to catch what Albus was saying.

Albus flashed him a smile, taking a sip of the beer before handing it to Scorpius.

"You have chocolate on your face," commented Scorpius, tucking his hand under Albus's chin. He tilted Al's face up to his. "Let me get that for you."

And then Scorpius kissed his boyfriend, in front of all the people, restaurants, and police officers. And no one could tell him it was wrong. It was their night.

Scribbled pic with a cartoon bum

[ships-harry.livejournal.com]

Here is a very rapid drawble, H/D. Just married; one of the reasons they do so well together may be a remarkably similar sense of humour:

[dysonrules.livejournal.com]

I imagine Harry spends a lot of money on bric-a-brac...

:D

Re: Scribbled pic with a cartoon bum

[dysonrules.livejournal.com]

HAHAHAHAHA! AWESOME! :D

Re: Scribbled pic with a cartoon bum

[nuclearsugars.livejournal.com]

Ahahaha, I love this! The garters in house colours is just inspired!

[dysonrules.livejournal.com]

Awwwww, this is adorable! :D *glomps them both*

*and you*

Lovely kiss. *happy sigh*

[ships-harry.livejournal.com]

Awwwww! Just lovely :)

[nuclearsugars.livejournal.com]

*is glomped* Whee, glad you enjoyed hon!


PENIS COOKIES FOR ALL! :D

[nuclearsugars.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I'm glad you think so. :)