#IHTFP

[amandasc85]

This is an urban legend. There is no proof that this particular hack happened.

One thing I loved about MIT was the effort put into hacks. I was a student the time they stole Cal Tech's cannon and brought it to Massachusetts. I remember walking to the Green Building for a class and thinking "when TF did we get a cannon?"

[numericalpie]

WCW 1: Iced Coffee and Unwritten History

Prompt: High Lords, Ladies, and Emissaries @wintercourtweek

180142. 2 wraps, wool, for Morana. 25 coins.

180143. Food for Solstice Fest. Audria - 180 coins, root vegetables. Morgi - 300 coins, bread and pastry. Boris and Varvara - 500 coins, wine, ale. Total: 980 coins. {Must remember to switch vendors next year. Ridiculous} 

180144. Musicians, SF. 600 coins. 

180145. SF gift for V. 64 coins. 

180146. Candles. 120 coins.

180147. Weekly foodstuffs. 47 coins. 

180148. OT staff for SF. 300 coins. 

180149. Preserves, cranberry, for [next 40 lines obscured]

181021. Apothecary, 20 coins.

181022. Text, Isalfar, for V. 40 coins. 

181023. Sled repair. 40 coins. 

181024. Court dress, for Morana. 1800 coins. {V insists it must be dyed. M disagrees. Dye? Extra [obscured. Subsequent pages missing.]

Viviane slammed her laptop shut and winced immediately. The cover didn’t come off, thank the Mother, but the little track on the bottom that was already fucking broken flew across the table and into Kallias’s forehead. 

“Ow,” he said, monotone. It hit the floor and stuck, rubber and tacky, but in her head it shattered like a dropped plate.

Viviane groaned and let her head droop to the suspiciously-warm top of her computer. The fan was going, whirring oddly softly. 

So it wasn’t mad. Nice. 

“Having fun with your fragments?” Kallias asked. She didn’t look up, but in her mind’s eye he  was looking at her that way he always did, a little I told you so and a little really, what’s wrong?

Which was only fair, because actually what was she doing, and why did she think this was a good idea? Why was she doing this degree? What the fuck was wrong with her? Where had she gotten the audacity - 

“No,” she said, picking her head up. “That is the Devil speaking.”

Kallias looked up from his code. “What?” 

She flapped an arm in his direction and he looked back down. 

“I told you the material was awful,” he said, very quietly. 

“You know,” she said, trying to decide if the sticker on her laptop - ihtfp - was thick enough to imprint itself on her cheek if she went back down. Four hours of sleep had not been enough, thank you very much. 

It probably wouldn’t. Maybe. And would it matter? Mor wouldn’t care - if she was even in the dorm. Probably she wouldn’t be. She practically lived with Azriel and Cassian, which was the sort of mess Viviane was firmly not getting into, thank you very much. 

“If my partner actually bothered to work on our project, my computer would still be in one piece,” she drawled. 

Kallias frowned. “I don’t think the track counts. And I thought you said it was broken earlier.”

He looked very nice under the white library lights, which was not even a little fair of him, for fuck’s sake, why - nope, nope, nope. 

Viviane was not blushing. 

“I’ve done everything,” she complained.  “You agreed to do this topic -” 

“Because you thought it’d be fun to write about our namesakes! Viv, the assignment has been live for two days. We have a week.” 

She glared. 

He held her gaze for just a minute, which was admirable, but she knew he was going to drop and he did, which was significantly more satisfying than it should have been. 

Kallias sighed, and Viviane could not help the smile - the spark of delight - she won, miracle of miracles, she had seen him stare down their polisci professor twice, but he folded!  

“I have a deal,” he started, leaning back in his chair. Not enough to tilt it back, but enough that it made the line of his neck look - nope. 

“Go,” she said, sitting back herself. 

“I” - he held up a finger “- run for coffee. I get your order.”

“You don’t know my order,” she protested. 

He wagged his finger. “Large. Iced, and you don’t care that it’s snowing. Three sugar-free pumps of vanilla. Unless they have white chocolate. If they do, white chocolate, and don’t ask questions about the sugar.” 

She scoffed. “Clearly,” Viviane began, “you don’t know my order, or you would remember -��

“No room for whipped cream,” he interrupted. “An extra handful of napkins so you don’t have to buy them. And a dollar in the tip jar to justify overconsumption of plastics, which doesn’t make very much sense, if I’m honest -”

“Shut the fuck up. Also I would like a pain au chocolat.” 

He paused. “Those are the chocolate croissants?”

She nodded. 

“Good,” he continued. “That. And then” - a second finger “- I will spend at least an hour in defense of Lady Viviane’s political career.”

“Two,” Viviane countered. “I’m going to have to explain everything to you, first.”

Kallias frowned. “I’m sure -” 

“I have plans, Kal,” she insisted. “You’re going to change the font size or something if I don’t -”

“I would never,” he said, hand over his heart, affronted. “Viviane, I swear before the Mother, I wouldn’t dare.” 

“If you’re sure,” she grumbled. 

“I promise. And then we’ll go back to mine or yours and watch the episode of - what was it?” 

Viviane laughed. “How could you forget the beauty of The Ultimatum?” 

Kallias shook his head. “Acceptable?” 

Viviane considered it. “I suppose.” 

She drew it out, sup-pose. He jumped from his seat before she finished the word, slipping away from their cubic-whiteboard-cubby in seconds. 

The moment he was gone, she dropped her head back to the top of her laptop. It wasn’t fair, it just wasn’t fucking fair. 

Ihtfp, she could feel it, sinking into her skin. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

“I never asked,” she whispered out into the air. To the Mother, to - it didn’t matter, actually, none of it fucking mattered, because he was her best friend and nothing was ever going to happen. 

Two years, Viviane reminded herself. Two years, only two years, and then she could quietly start to cut off contact - go to grad school in Night, or something, Mor would take her in. Nevermind that she’d lose her best friend in the process. He’d be off to the fucking capitol, probably, working for the state department, and she could wither to dust in fucking Night with Mor’s family under a fucking mountain, and everything would be fine. 

Yes. Fine. Very fine. Perfect. 

She lifted her head - the acronym was firmly branded into her cheek, she could just tell - and opened the page again. The rest of the document was more ledgers, apparently, decades and decades from one High Lord’s personal bookkeeping. 

The next link from the Wikipedia article sources looked promising. “Ribbons of blue: the personal communiques of Kallias, lord of Winter, XVII, r.d. 57-107. Trans. Hauk Saudson.”

Viviane,

Do you think I should try sideburns? I think I could grow sideburns if I tried hard enough. Saw a glacier earlier that you’d love. We should come back. Morana could run wild in the tundra and make friends with all the caribou. I cannot help but picture it.

We must come back. When the court is not in session. I know you cannot bear to be drawn away from the visiting emissaries. I wish you could go abroad again - I know you wish to. 

I cannot bear to let you go. This week has nearly been too much to bear. I cannot do without you. The separation drives me to foolery - writing letters in the dark of night. Evidently. 

I love you. 

Kallias

Nothing much of use toward their project, except the bit about the emissaries. That might work well for their paper, might prove the Lady’s involvement in political affairs. That would show her professor. He could not argue against hard evidence. 

The next letter was short and to his daughter, who was - 7? 10? 

Viviane switched to Firefox: how old was HL Morana in XVII 58 

Six. Huh.

Morana,

Have you finished the story I left you yet? If you have, tell your maman. She knows where the next one is. And I hope you have slept well. I instructed all the monsters under the beds to play very quietly, so they do not wake you up. 

Be good for your tutors and your maman, and know I will always be,

Your loving papa. 

Nothing of use. She couldn’t make herself switch away from it, all the monsters under the beds. Viviane clicked to open another tab. The one after looked promising, finally: a letter in the Lady’s own swooping hand. 

Kallias, 

You have been gone for too long. Come home. 

There, I said it. Consider that your permission to leave whatever has given our dearest lord of southern wastes another hernia behind. He can manage it, we both know that, he’s just dragging things out so he can tell all of his holders that he has the favor of the High Lord. Ridiculous male. And ridiculous you, because you’ll laugh at this letter and proceed to suffer through two more days. 

Two more whole days. I cannot believe you would do this to me. How dare you. I sleep terribly without you, as you well know, and I will remind you that until your sleep schedule is improved you cannot criticize mine. 

I would like to visit, though. Dutiful wife that I am, I shall forget you said anything immediately. There, now you don’t get to complain about piecing together something for our anniversary in the midst of the legislative session. Not that you do complain. Nor that I would be upset if something else were to come. Perhaps forget I said anything? I know you won’t, but you could. If you wanted to.  

Of course I am enjoying the emissaries. I won’t write of it - you’ll have to come back so I can tell you everything. Some of the other Courts - well. I said I wouldn’t write of it, and I won’t, but frozen dead, Kal, you’re going to lose your mind. I’m losing my mind. I’ve settled everything, of course, don’t worry over that, but I promise you’ll want to know. 

I miss you. 

Your Viviane. 

PS. If you grow sideburns I will desert for the Continent. I mean it. 

“Coffee,” Kallias said, handing her the plastic cup. “Straw. Extra napkins. Croissant.”

“I found evidence,” she said, not looking up from her screen. She took a drink - nice and cold and sweet. Perfect. 

“Oh?” he asked, setting his own order down. Black coffee, hot - disgusting, honestly, there was something wrong with him. 

He looked good in his sweater, which was not something Viviane was supposed to notice. Fuck. 

“Here,” she said, pointing to the lines. “She’s “settled everything” regarding some foreign emissaries.”

He leaned over her shoulder, which - oh, shit, he smelled very good. Cardamom. Pine. Something that she couldn’t identify and frankly shouldn’t be thinking about. Fuck, fuck. 

“It’s not explicit,” he said, finally, leaning back. “But if there’s more…”

She looked down at the bottom. “Only eighty pages to look through. And sixteen other sources.”

“We could expand beyond Wikipedia,” he suggested. 

The air grew tense. She looked over her shoulder, and he was so close - so fucking close, one of these days she was going to do something stupid and kiss him if he kept getting so close. 

Viviane did not, though, pull away. 

“I hope you’re joking,” she whispered. 

He squinted, and pulled away. “Obviously, Viv. Who do you think I am?”

She laughed, a little higher than she should’ve, but for the sake of the Holy Mother she did manage to laugh like a sane person. And then she wrote until she remembered that her iced coffee was melting, and then she took a break to heckle Kallias while hurriedly drinking half of it. 

(They got a C on their paper, for “overly expanding the role of the Lady Viviane in Court affairs.” Viviane was so angry that she went back to her dorm and railed at Morrigan for an hour about it all. Halfway through she dropped her crush on Kallias - her enormous, boulder-sized crush on Kallias - and though she didn’t notice, Mor certainly did. Hijinks commenced, the sort only drawn up by drunk friends trying to help other friends. Viviane and Kallias were dating by the end of the semester. 

He becomes an economist, or something. Viviane goes on to get a PhD in History, proving in her dissertation that the High Lord and Lady Viviane were corulers, the first known example of a regnant Lady in the history of Winter. 

The vindication is sweet.)

[alltangledupinblue]

Not the OP but a fellow MIT survivor -- the "infinite corridor" is the very long corridor from Mass Ave (lobby 7, 77 Mass ave) to the other end of campus. That usually refers to the first (slightly above ground) level floor, but it has a basement with the same corridor length... so "infinite basement". Infinite in this case being horizontal and not the (previously unconsidered and horrifying possibility) vertical.

fuck it time to rate all the mit buildings

building 1: i like it.  main group buildings have a nice architectural style and are good to look at and be in.  the partially-enclosed courtyard is very good and i like how a bunch of the doorways have famous scientists written over them

building 2: like building 1 but EVEN BETTER because it has this additional floor that you can’t see from the road.  if you go there its like a lounge for math grad students and theres bar style seating that looks out at the courtyard and i think it’s a nice location ok.  wish i was a course 18 so i had card access to the tiny little room with the blackboards on the first floor that faces the river.  one time i was studying in the big lecture hall on the first floor and a facilities person came in and asked me why i wasn’t in the little study room and i was like “i don’t have card access but i would love to be in there, trust me”

building 3: i can’t find a good picture on google of this one.  i like the funky little enclosed courtyard parking lot between buildings 3 and 5 that you can only get into through the basement (either from the Infinite basement or from this one hard-to-find little door in building 5).  

building 4: it’s okay.  i like the molecule sculpture.  i hate the traffic jam that forms around the math pset boxes.  

building 5: as aforementioned, the courtyard is good and i like the random model ship exhibit.  

building 6: has that funky tiled floor in the courtyard between it and building 4 that tourists love.  i like the aesthetic of “this used to be a courtyard but we put a building in it and a roof but the outsides of the old buildings are still facing it”

building 7: GOOD GOOD SHIT.  one time during cpw i practiced violin in the lobby for some reason (i think i was so sleep deprived i no longer gave a shit about god or man) and it sounded really cool

building 8: valid.  love the goddamn weird stairs/floor shenanigans between it and building 16

building 9: the inside looks cool but the outside is so fucking ugly.  i have contemplated studying here but i leave every time because i feel like im trespassing on something and people will give me weird looks

building 10: iconic.  i maintain that a dome is a stupid place to put a library due to its acoustic properties (if i remember correctly from STS.050, in the architect’s original plans it was going to be a big lecture hall and the library was going to be elsewhere but they ran out of funding and had to cut some stuff and so the library ended up in the dome)

[hannannicole]

the best. ihtfp ❤️

[jayne-gatsby]

Some quip about the sun setting on this semester. 4 down 1 to go. #ihtfp (at Harvard Bridge)

[evilsexy]

mfs will literally say IHTFP and they will be right

[lovelyirony]

snoot.

I forgot it was smoot! oops! 

Rhodey was currently laughing his ass off, and Tony was scowling. 

“You’re the new Smoot! You’re the fucking Smoot!” 

“I’m not the Smoot!” 

“You’re it!” 

Rhodey laughs, slinging an arm around Tony’s shoulders. 

“You’re the fucking Smoot, you have to just deal with it.” 

“I swear to god if you tell anyone-” 

“I won’t.” 

-

Rhodey is the worst boyfriend alive, and is up for anyone else to have because Tony hates him for this. 

He is the class’s Smoot. 

Everyone knows this because Rhodey used his credit to print flyers all around campus telling people that Tony is One Smoot Tall. 

And, since everyone has seen Tony Stark run across campus in boxers, a tank top, and every other ridiculous outfit you could think of under the sun (including a crop top with IHTFP on it, hand-made), they do not care about his fame. 

Tony is now being carried off for class projects, and was made an extra-credit project by one of the professors who isn’t exactly fond of him. 

“If you can find Tony on campus and use him as a unit of measurement and record the evidence,” Professor Walsh had said, “I will give you one letter grade up, or fifteen points extra credit. Your choice.” 

Tony had to hide for two weeks straight. 

“I hate you,” Tony says from under his blanket. “Rhodey, my darling, my honey, I will break up with you.” 

“But then, who will deliver you soup?” Rhodey asks, laughing. 

“I don’t know, probably someone else who shows me more kindness? You are being a cruel boyfriend. Why do you do this to me?” 

“Jarvis said you needed more people skills,” Rhodey says with a shrug, popping a grape into his mouth. 

Tony gapes at him. 

“No.” 

“Yes!” 

“I’m going to get you back,” Tony says, eyes narrowing. “You don’t know how, yet, but I will get you back.” 

“Oh?” Rhodey asks, booping Tony on the nose. “I think you won’t, because you love me too much.” 

“Oh, you underestimate me,” Tony says, batting his eyelashes. “Do you think that I haven’t been planning something this entire time? You poor baby. You’ve just started in on my plan.” 

“I bet you haven’t planned anything yet.” 

“Oh, but haven’t I?” Tony says. “I have a meeting with the city planner tomorrow. Your world is about to be rocked, Rhodey.” 

“Not in the good way?” 

Tony grins, and he grins like a shark. 

“Well, no. But that’s the fun of it, isn’t it?” 

“Will the damage to myself be more than one Smoot?” 

Tony screeches. 

“I’ll kill you!” 

He launches himself at Rhodey, who laughs and races out of the door. 

(It’s not an uncommon sight to see Tony chasing after his boyfriend, who has been notorious in his involvement in the hacks each year.) 

[grimm-the-tiger]

So I was reading about MIT because I heard about their “IHTFP” motto and wanted to see if that was really a thing, and have now come to the conclusion that one of the most prestigious colleges in the US is full of lunatics. Amongst the other strange things I read about them: 

One of the dorms has a tradition of dropping a piano off the roof every year. 

The undergraduate ring is known as the “Brass Rat” and used to have the aforementioned “IHTFP” (which stands for “I hate this fucking place”) motto stamped on it. 

There’s the “IHTFP” motto in the first place, which alternatively stands for “I have the fucking power”, “it’s hard to fondle penguins”, “I honor theory and forgo practice”, and “institute for hacks, tomfoolery and pranks” and which is the unofficial slogan for the college itself. 

The school mascot is a beaver named Tim, which is just “MIT” spelled backwards. 

Some of the buildings look like something from an acid trip. Case in point. There’s a long history of people putting vehicles (both models AND real) on the domed roof of one of them. 

Pranks are such a common thing that there’s a word for them: “hacking”. There’s even one particular building that’s so prone to people messing around with its lights that there’s a special switch inside so people can “opt out” of their lights being fucked with. 

A group of students posing as a moving company once stole a cannon from a rival college, fitted a copy of the aforementioned Brass Rat to its barrel, and pointed it in the direction of the college they stole it from. 

Speaking of which, said rival college is CalTech, which is on the other side of the country. 

[gwaihiril]

In addition to If At All Possible, Involve a Cow, may I suggest: Nightwork: A History of Hacks and Pranks at MIT, by Institute Historian T. F. Peterson. There were a couple earlier books which are now out of print and more information at http://hacks.mit.edu

My favorite practical joke of all time: that one student who convinced an entire college that a Rhinocerus escaped from the zoo and drowned in the campus lake. This was achieved by:

A rhino-foot wastebasket, borrowed from a professor

The surreptitious application of footprints in the snow leading up to the banks of a frozen lake. A lake with a conspicuous, potentially rhinoceros-sized hole in the ice...

Just one of many shining moments in the career of infamous practical joker Hugh Troy

[weixunhe-blog]

I didn't want to go to Madison. 

In the middle of nowhere, Madison is the last place in the world I wanted to spend my summer. I didn't know anyone here(literally), or anything about the place other than the fact that it lacked the skyscrapers and urban sprawl that I was used to. But after wrapping up my first week here, I can't be more happy about my one way flight (still have not purchased return ticket, rip school). 

As an American teenager who has lived in NYC for 8 years and Cambridge for 3, the city of Madison offered me a peace of mind that I had never felt before in a city. In New York and Boston, life happened fast. The cars always zoomed by emotionlessly and people preferred to walk fast and avoid eye contact. But in Madison, it is different. After my first week here, I have smiled more than ever at absolute strangers, held the door, and woken up before 7am without an alarm. Positivity is contagious and I think I’m infected. Furthermore, people here are super health-conscious. In the city, I always find a few dozen bikers, runners, sometimes even roller bladers… in every street. As a summer goal, I’m inspired to bike 20 miles to and from work every day and run on the weekends; we’ll see how that turns out. 

Before arriving at my summer job, I was under the impression that the design firm that I would be working for was immensely boring because of the unexciting and un-descriptive projects that were featured online (http://www.design-concepts.com/). Then again, I have always been wrong with my first impression for internships; and that record lived on with this one. During my first week, I also learned about NDA and the reality that we can only publish the amazing work we have done for certain projects at the discretion of our client. So yup, I was wrong. More importantly, my coworkers open-handedly accepted me into their community. We went out to lunch, crawled through bars after work, challenged each other to Ping Pong matches… And since I live 11 miles away from work, some of them volunteered to drive me there (saved me from 2 hours of boredom each day on public bus), and one of my coworkers even lent me a beautiful piece of German engineering so I can bike around (I even got free dinner and met his sweet family)! I can’t be more appreciative of the people I work with because they are the source of my summer joy. 

In other news, NBA finals has kept me on the toes through the past week and I have been enjoying the festivity in nearby sport bars. I’m calling Cavs in 7; and we’re already 1/4 of the way there baby. 

If you made it here, thanks for tuning in to another episode of Weixun in the wild. I wish you a very fun, challenging, and invigorating summer!

[xavidotron]

Back In The Day

(Continuing the quest set A School Education Opens Doors)

There are stories people tell. Legends, perhaps. Things students did in years past that seem almost impossible. Back in the day. When things were more hardcore.

You’re sure they’ve been embellished in the telling. Well, at least, pretty sure. But they’re funny, and inspiring. And when schoolwork and tests and detentions get you down, it’s nice to think about that sort of irreverent freedom.

Maybe you’re new to School and the older students are trying to draw you in. Maybe there’s someone new, and you’re in the position of storyteller now. Maybe you’re naturally curious, going out of your way to learn the stories that make School what it is. Maybe you’ve got ideas of doing something that’d get you into one of these stories, a few years down the line. Or maybe you think that there’s something more here, a secret or a figure that has specific relevance to your future.

Regardless, there’s something comforting about the sense of continuity and history in hearing about what happened before you, the impressive feats that were accomplished by students in some ways very like yourselves.

Major Goals

Someone tells a detailed and fanciful story about a legendary figure at School that bears a surprising relevance to current events.

You unexpectedly see something large and impressive somewhere that it shouldn’t be able to be.

Someone convinces you to attend a meeting at a sketchy time and place, leaving you uncertain or off-balance.

Quest Flavor

You or someone else describes something as having happened “back in the day, when things were more hardcore”.

Someone makes a reference to an unclear or improbable unofficial school rule.

You’re confused by a quirk of architecture (floors that don’t line up, a dead-end hallway, a confusingly-located room).

You notice something has a meaningful acronym, perhaps IHTFP.

Someone offers a hypothesis for how things used to happen or a historical reason for why something is the way it is.

Someone tells an extraordinary and hard-to-verify fact about a teacher.

[denebola42-blog]

I think bringing awareness to certain issues can be good and bad. Life is quantum or multi truth. It's like this..10 people in a room need food. Who's telling the truth? Obviously we all have needs. Needs are truth and visa versa. Is there a way to bring awareness, grow, heal and not exact revenge on people who are followers, trying to fit in? Yeah, they conned me into being a sheeple all while accusing Mormons of being sheeple and not to fall into their trap, then they adopt a wolf as their new mascot making me think they're proud of being wolves in sheep's clothing, them being hackers. And MIT disrespects cops and they, the hackers i knew, pushed MIT opencourseware pretty insistently on me saying do something contructive with my time. Yeah, cuz work and college isn't enough? Obviously they're playing mind games and remember Stonewall? And they hated on the Mormon moral police as well, a reference they used at least once or twice. IHTFP Hack Gallery: CP Car on the Great Dome http://hacks.mit.edu/Hacks/by_year/1994/cp_car/ And one bragged that he listened to NWA before i did and they i was just trying to be cool, when it was pushed on me in California because i said no to gangs, liked beat it by Michael Jackson and just about every cop show out there i watched at least once. I was gonna be a cop when i got out of the military and I've worked for the military police and these hackers acted up more when i did . They insisted I read Gutenberg and donate so those without riches can read. Only criminals are in that much need. Poor people go to the library or used book stores. Foreign adversarial types read there I'm thinking. And they pointed me to this book if i recall. Hackers, Heroes of the Computer Revolution. Chapters 1 and 2 by Steven Levy - Free Ebook https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/729 And pushing mein kempf and communist manifesto and 1984, when i arrived in a CIA hoodie, I'm a Tom Clancy/military/intel fan and i was "swatted" with a gang unit and cops several times. And they pushed Afroman cuz i got high, the rap, and i later found out he was in a gang and they wanna legalize hard drugs not just pot as well as legalizing prostitution. Like in Firefly. (at North Ogden, Utah) https://www.instagram.com/p/COaya0dhIWM/?igshid=5kxlebgaxtwz

[h50fanficdirectory]

McDanno - Weddings, Proposals, Matchmaking

Since Valentine’s Day is coming up, have some nice McDanno romance.

Thanks to @punkashale​ for the inital colletion. New additons in bolded italics.

Steve proposes

an officer, a gentleman by Siria  | G | <5K

noi male by Siria | G | <5K

For a Definition of Us by writerdragonfly | M | <5K

Covert Operations by Lilas (pegasus_01) | G | <5K

The Wedding March by sheafrotherdon, thegrrrl2002 | G | <5K

Anchor Me by mermaid | T | <5K

The Art of Making Important Decisions Quickly by stellamidnight | M | <5K

U-Turn by shinysylver, somehowunbroken | G | <1K

If You Helped Me, I’d Get It Right by jazzonia | T | 1K+  

Swoop by Indehed | G | <1K

Always by Slayer_of_Destiny | M | 8k

Christmas in New Jersey by squidgie | G | <5k

An Unorthodox Proposal by GeckoGirl89 | T | <5k

Proposal Gone Wrong by IzzyWritesStuff | G | 6k

Rainy Days by simkhalou | G | <5k

The Next Step by thatredheadgirl | T | 9k

Til Death Do Us--Wait, What? by stellarmeadow | E | <5k

Fourth and Goal by Jantique | G | <5k

My Love, My Partner by ninjamcgarrett | G | <5k

Danny proposes

Moving In (To Every Single Aspect of Danny’s Life, Including the Boring Bits like Dry-Cleaning) by westgirl | T | 5K+   

The ties that bind by sirona  | T | <1K

The proposal by 4thofFive | G | <5k

Weddings

I Solemnly Swear Not to Light Myself On Fire by sheafrotherdon

handfast by Siria | G | <1K

With This Ring by sanctuary_for_all | T | <1K

Goin' to the Chapel (30 Day McDanno Challenge) by Teeelsie  | E | 80k

Let's Take it from the Top by pterawaters | T | <5k

Finders Keepers by Indehed | G | <5k

Pilialoha (*Bond of Love) by heffermonkey | M | 7k

Both

Wear It On Your Hand - series by bachlava (parts 1 - 3) | T | 20K+

A Wedding - Steve and Danny Style by Huntress69 | T | <5k

Matchmaking

(You’re Making Me) All That I Was Meant To Be by yehwellwhatever | M | 5K+

IHTFP by waketosleep | M | 5K+

I’ve Heard That Song Before by tailoredshirt | T | <1K

things that matter too much to say any way but lightly by somehowunbroken | T | 10K+  

Long Distance Operator by SBG | T | <5K

Smooth Sailor by elise_509 for mecurtin | T | <5K

Dangerous by knotted_rose | T | <5K

Hint Hint Hint by stellarmeadow | G | <1K

Operation Osculation by stellarmeadow | G | <1K 

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28 February 2019