Mickey's Wedding Notebook
For Gallavich Newbies Week 2026 by @gallavichthings Mickey's handwriting reference by @dershoimvik @saintjock
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Mickey's Wedding Notebook
For Gallavich Newbies Week 2026 by @gallavichthings Mickey's handwriting reference by @dershoimvik @saintjock
do guk after watching his bride try to bash in her stepmother's head with a decorative vase: girl this does not match my vision board for today
So the term "Bridezilla" suggests there is a potential male equivalent. Just googled it. "Groomzilla."
You lazy bastards. "Groomera" was right there.
i just think gojo is def a wedding person. finds himself thinking about it every once in a while. he doesn't know can he afford himself the luxury to do so, but still likes it anyway. he would like to wear a white suit, complete with red soles, and maybe even have an outfit change for the dinner. he thinks orchids would be lovely and would prefer a spring wedding outside. he thinks gold and green would be good accent colours and he would like a big dancefloor with live music. chocolate fountain is a must and the five tiered white cake with the happy couple figurines on top. a champagne tower and multiple photographers and the fanciest dishes from the best chefs in the world. thinking about the best man pains him, but he wonders what would his future spouse be like. are they from a culture with different wedding traditions? what if they have imagined something completely different for their wedding? will they be shocked to hear how much thought he put into this? what if they dont want a wedding at all? will that be the thing to break them apart? he thinks that might be thinking too far ahead. for now, he can think about the simpler things, like his side of the seating chart, and how he hopes it doesn't keep going down his every waking day.
AUDREY: Sunday
From the flash fic collection Days That End In Y
prompt: knuckle kiss
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Bill had been appointed to save Percy from himself, and he was a bit too smug in explaining as much.
Percy told him to piss off.
Bill replied, calmly, that if Percy made any attempt to leave the room, Bill would turn him into a hedgehog and might not set him right until well after the ceremony.
Percy pointed out they were all adults here and did Bill really expect him to believe that?
Bill summoned backup.
“Charlie, what’ll we do to Percydear if he doesn’t sit down and shut his gob?”
Charlie’s eyes lit up, and he was far too excited as he repeated Bill’s threat, adding, “Oh, but don’t worry, mate — we’ll give you a little hat, you’ll be so smart.”
Percy sat down.
The terms were excessive, and the rules quite unfair.
Under no circumstances was he to continue his harassment of: the caterer, the florist, the officiant, the musicians, Hermione, Ginny, Mrs. Weasley (this was saying something), or Audrey’s sister.
Percy was then admonished that each time he enquired about preparations, asked Bill to triple-check that he had the rings, or assessed his hair in the mirror again, he’d have to take a shot — and if he wound up incapable of staying upright at his own wedding, he’d have only himself to blame.
So Percy sulked, whilst Bill twirled his wand between his fingers and sipped a glass of whiskey; Percy had hardly touched his own.
“Am I permitted something to read?” he asked sarcastically, ten minutes into this. “Only I’ve already named all fifty-two magical elements in my head, and done all of the Ministers for Magic and the seventy-eight Caveats and Exemptions to Gristlegnash’s Law, and I’m getting a bit bored.”
Bill obliged by picking up a newspaper from the table. But rather than delivering it into Percy’s outstretched hand, he skimmed through and selected one page — which he then tore in half, offering the top half to Percy.
“Really?” Percy stared at the article deemed low-stress enough for him to read (Kneazle Captures Snitch at Tutshill-Appleby Match; No-One Notices for Eight Hours). He tossed it aside as Bill perused the others.
For when you’re missing Mickey in your life.
Imagine Loki being a total “groomzilla.” You finally remark to him, “Loki, baby... I’m the bride. I’m supposed to be the diva here.”
“You specifically asked for the cake knife to be engraved. This is EMBOSSED! And my name is misspelled!”