The thing that gets to me about the whole Eulily debacle is how many times do we see in movies and whatever, a character (usually the protag) get told something ONCE, and then days, weeks, months, YEARS later, they remember it verbatim.
Not Bertram W. Wooster.
You tell that boy something and fifteen minutes later, it is gone.
And Bitch, SAME
Not gonna lie ADHD Bertie is one of the most legitimate takes in existence.
Jeeves: “It brings to mind the affair of the animation exposition, whereupon Mister Wooster was of the mind that he might bring home any number of items which, regrettably, did not adhere cohesively with a gentleman’s wardrobe.”
Just before I woke up this morning I dreamt that Raffles woke up to see Bunny's face hovering over him on his bedside in a very loving and tender way, and I when I woke up I thought "that was so lovely, I wish it was canon" ........ and then I remembered that
this exists, and also
this, and then of course we have
But in the bed Raffles was sleeping like an infant, his shaven self once more. And when I shook him he awoke with a smile. (...) I looked at the curly head upon the pillow, at the smiling, handsome face under the curls.
I want a Good Omens/Jeeves and Wooster crossover where they meet and each come to the conclusion that the other two are in love and pining hopelessly and shenanigans ensue as each duo tries to get the other two together.
Bertie would take a look at those two and say something like “I say old thing, those two chaps have a jolly close friendship, very tight knit!”
And the Jeeves would be like “yes sir, a very close friendship...”
and then Bertie would be like “well if course it’s a bally friendship Jeeves, what are you pausing like that for? What else would it be??”
Then Jeeves raises an eyebrow and Bertie has an ohhhhhhhhhh moment and then he decides that dash it all, life is too short to worry about societal expectations and they simply must get those two together. “After all Jeeves, every man feels like that sometimes, I suppose.” Jeeves learns that Bertie is alright with the old homosexuality and files that whole conversation away to analyze later.
Meanwhile on the other side of things, Aziraphale is going on and on about how “nice that gentlemen and his valet were” and “how perfect for each other, we simply must help them” and “how can they not realize, imagine not knowing someone whom you spend so much time with is in love with you!”
And Crowley is just sitting there, blatantly staring at his oblivious companion and trying to refrain from banging his head against the table