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"Midnight" is one of my favourite episodes!!

A speedpaint video of this will be available at my Patreon on may 1st

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every fandom has “THE fic” and I just read the J&W fic which would be the mercury one. I think the most disturbing thing is how I was unprepared for it but yet I wasn't freaked out.

spoilers here*

Me: oh he's dragging around his dead body as if he's still alive alright cool-io💀

I think it's really sweet that Bingo still visited Jeeves even after he cracked 😭 idk you would think he might never want to see Jeeves again because he would remind him of Bertie but he checks up on him. Maybe Bingo feels responsible for Jeeves because his scheme contributed to Bertie's death or maybe he feels that Jeeves helped him through so much it's the least he could do.

Spoilers end*

What were your thoughts on the mercury fic? We're you prepared for it or did you skip the tags? Lemme know in the comments or reblog!

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Reading amazing fanfiction, then forgetting to bookmark it

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12 and bill would’ve killed that thing with hammers I can tell you that much

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the toymaker disseminated a memetic virus among doctor who fans because now there is no way anybody will ever be able to mention the fact that a companion is technically dead-not-dead without somebody piping up with the WELL THAT’S ALRIGHT THEN! and getting twice as many likes. the above thread had nothing to do with the giggle even

i even noticed people applying it to irl contexts. i.e. “young people aren’t facing homelessness en masse, they just have to choose between living at their parents’ house or on the streets. oh well that’s alright then!” stock phrase for the AGES fr. thank you neil patrick harris

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First kiss💋

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Experiment with a funky style (which, as usual, was not intended to be anyone in particular; yet there he stands).

Reblogs get a smooch on the forehead ily <3

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do you ever want to just sigh throw everything away and start life over with jeeves and wooster fanfiction

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ok so I was looking at the list of conspirators for the assassination of Caesar on Wikipedia (not exactly super reliable but I’m gonna roll with it) and guess what I found

Peter Capaldi plays caecilius in the fires of Pompeii and at some point during the episode I think he says something about moving to Rome (but don’t quote me on that it’s been awhile since I’ve watched the episode). but, the most important thing is

THIS MAN STABBED CAESAR

And if Donna and the Doctor didn’t save him or his family, then history could’ve turned out completely differently because one person was missing from the let’s-kill-Caesar squad

I desperately want to know if this was one purpose and no I’m never getting over it

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Very few things are funnier to me than finding matching Jeeves & Wooster and House MD GIFs.

He's such a silly guy. I love him.

Best friend bonus:

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The “oh I could definitely write this fanfic in under 5000 words and it really wouldn’t take me that long” voice in your head is actually the devil speaking

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A jooster story

Summary: when Jeeves entered Bertie Wooster's service, he didn't expect to find a rare gem of a gentleman, someone he would develop distressingly inappropriate feelings for. 3rd person POV, Jeeves-centric.

This could be considered part one of a linger story, though if you ignore the final paragraph it could stand alone.

Idk, the jooster feelings attacked me and this is what came out. Maybe I'll do a Bertie- centric part 2 sometime soon-ish.

If one were to ask Jeeves how his feelings for his employer came to be, they would receive the most un-Jeevesian gesture, in the form of a helpless shrug, in response. Because Jeeves, despite his good memory and intelligence, would be unable to pinpoint the specific moment in time they bloomed, and as to what caused them? There were simply too many reasons.

You see, when one has been in service for as meny years as Jeeves had, it doesn't take much time to see how the higher class looks upon the ones who serve them. That is, they take them for granted. Servants are expected to be invisible and act only when needed, even the ones personally accompanying their masters or mistresses, and of course everything they do for said masters and mistresses is only expected. The higher class sees no need in thanking or acknowledging the services of mere servants except for the most extreme cases, as they are expected.

This attitude was so common that one gets used to it, especially if, like Jeeves, they have been serving nobles since very young. It's normal, it's expected, and while it had always made Jeeves feel a little discomfited, he would never dare disrupt this status quo, though when he had enough reputation and finances to be able to choose his employers he did, in most cases, leave the employ of those he found the most obnoxious.

It was due to this experiences that, after a particularly disastrous employment, he decided to take a risk and change his ways. Until then, the ones he'd served were all respectable gentlemen, old and the very picture of nobility, but perhaps because of these characteristics, he'd noticed those kinds of gentlemen had two ways they reacted to his intelligence and wit: either they made use of Jeeves until he felt like a wet rag, or they humiliated him in hopes of proving themselves superior to what they perceived as a threat.

His latest resignation was from the service of a gentleman firmly in this second category, and the one who made him consider seeking someone younger as his employer. It wasn't an option he had considered before, in truth, as the younger generation often had... excentric tastes, which clashed with Jeeve's conservative tastes. But he needed a change, he could feel it, so when he returned to the Junior Ganymede he immediately consulted the book where previous valets had left reviews on the nobles they've served.

Immediately, one caught his attention. Beltram Wilberforce Wooster, future Lord Yaxley. The comments didn't paint him in a flattering light: naïve, dimwitted, and eccentric were some of the adjectives applied. Jeeves identified this young man as the usual target of those who entered a gentleman's employment for their own profit, that is, a gentleman who wouldn't notice small valuables disappearing from his home.

Now, normally someone like Mr. Wooster wouldn't catch Jeeve's eye, but then again, he'd had enough of serious, smart and respectable. In Mr. Wooster Jeeves saw, not only change, but an opportunity as two adjectives on the large list caught his eye: foolishly kind, and manipulable.

Jeeves knew himself well. He had many flaws, and he couldn't say he was blind to them. He knew that he had an above average intelligence, and the ability to apply it for his benefit. This Mr. Wooster looked like the kind of young man he could... persuade to, let's say, be an ideal employer.

He expected a challenge. Not because of Mr. Wooster, but because it would be difficult to have any kind of influence while remaining invisible. Only...

Mr. Wooster talked to him.

It wasn't like his other employers didn't talk to him, but Mr. Wooster talked to him. When he said 'Jeeves' he wasn't talking to 'the convenient servant named Jeeves', but to him, Reginald Jeeves. It was a baffling, but welcome, change, one that made his plans easier than he had expected. And watching his employer follow his manipulations, he felt that he had finally found the one employment he'd keep until retirement.

Oh, he didn't know how right he was, distressingly so.

Mr. Wooster was, to put it plainly, one of a kind. Generous, kind, loyal and honourable, it was as if Jeeves had stumbled into a rare gem worth kingdoms by pure chance while trying to find a mediocre treasury. The young man Jeeves had selected as a means to a comfortable life quickly disrupted everything he thought he knew about the world.

What servant, after all, could say their employer made them feel seen? As well as appreciated, needed, valued. It was a distinctly new experience, one that had caught him off balance more than once. Hearing his employer sing his praises, even when his schemes often landed him in embarrassing or uncomfortable situations had made a warm, wriggly feeling appear in his chest.

Having him show care for him, on the other hand, had utterly destroyed every single wall he had.

He could still remember every second of that day. Him waking up with a sire throat, nausea and a pounding head that had nothing to do with a hangover. Him trying to go about as usual, only for his employer to use that overdeveloped emotional intelligence that he'd demonstrated more than once and notice he wasn't okay. His employer, sending him back to bed without listening to his protests. Mr Wooster who, unlike other employers who would just send a servant away when sick in case they algo caught the sickness, tried to get him as comfortable as possible to aid his recovery.

Bertram Wooster, who had tended to him, bringing his food and water and new boojs for him to entertain himself. Who had wiped the sweat from his fevered face. Who had answered to his protests with a kind smile and a 'let me do this, old fruit, to try and repay everything you do for me.'

When had his feelings bloomed? Jeeves didn't know, because it felt as if they've been there from the very beginning. What had caused them? Jeeves had a million reasons, an avalanche of tiny gestures and moments he'd had with one Bertram Wilbert Wooster that had gone up and beyond every wall he'd tried to build.

It took some time, after his realization, to assimilate his improper feelings, and he had a hard time hiding from his employer's too keen gaze, but once he'd accepted that he, Reginald Jeeves, had fallen irreversibly in love with one Bertram Wooster...

Well, it just became his new normal. And gave him all the more reason to help his employer avoid unwanted engagements.

He tried to give no sign of his changed regard, but if one looked closely, they could see all the little clues. The splashes of color sometimes allowed on his employer's clothes. Schemes that were more complex, that had more care for his employer, often having the would-be wives end in the embarrassing and uncomfortable situations his employer occupied before. And, most importantly, the care Jeeves applied to his dities towards his gentleman. Not that he didn't serve him immaculately before, but now he did his duties with gusto, rebelling in every little thing he did. He cooked what he knew were his employer's favourite foods more often, he appeared at the perfect time with whatever his employer needed, not a second of delay...

Every little gesture betrayed his devotion, in sum. And while Mr. Wooster was aware that Jeeves was using what he called his 'stuffed frog expression' less and less, while he noticed that he had (impossibly, in Mr. Wooster's mind) improved the way he did his duties, he would be helpless to provide a good reason.

(Oh, there was a reason he wanyed to give, if only because he dearly wished it were true, but he wouldn't dare. Though that's another story entirely.)

And so, the status quo remained at Berkeley Mansions, with Jeeves behaving like the perfect valet and nothing more. A status quo he was determined to do his utmost to maintain.

He could have never foreseen the events that would destroy said status quo and irreversibly change his relationship with his employer. Events that started, innocuously, with a telegram from Brinkley Court.

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Jeeves & Wooster sketch - Animated

Edit: (Audio: That Mitchell and Webb Sound S5E4 Jeeves & Wooster sketch - https://youtu.be/afAwEOIeWj4?si=vZjmt2UfZHqHlS5n)

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The Doctor and The Master implies a third, less prestigious renegade timelord named The Bachelor