#BBC bottom

[jemthespud]

Whoever made this I love you

[fourstarsandahamster]

As promised, I went to Rik's Bench yesterday, and I left the book of messages there for you all <3

Thanks to @morby for the Cosmopolitan suggestion! I also left a bunch of Dangerous Brothers Purple tulips, and sat there feeling rather emotional for about 10 minutes. Thanks to my best friend night.light.soul on instagram for taking the photos <3

It was so lovely seeing the other things that were left there - a copy of the Daily Star on Sunday, a packet of Chocolate Hobnobs, and a few other bunches of flowers when I got there at around 1pm.

Equality, Opportunity, Wisdom, Freedom, Love

Rest in Peace, Rik <3

[coma--dreams]

This is all I have to contribute to the bottom fandom

[f0x-gl0ves]

Cleaned up the bottom sketches (click image for better resolution as always <3)

[doorshop]

inspired by the infamous david tennant trinity!

some of these maybe feel like a stretch (COUGH kevin turvey COUGH SPLUTTER) but I couldnt rest until I at least TRIED my hand at it

[whydidgodmakemesostupid]

Does this mean anything

[a-a-a-anon]

eeek loved the prompt for a richie and eddie wedding so i drew this up for the @rikandadefest 2024 (ao3 link)!

i'm also taking the opportunity to post my headcanons i had while drawing this:

the flowers are grown by richie in his little windowsill garden. they probably died and burnt to the crisp from second hand damage while he was cooking up the wedding dinner/cake, but he was still proud!

speaking of, some of the things richie cooked up include pickle onion sandwiches (eddie's favorite), fish fingers, and caviar scavenged from the depths of the bin from when lady natasha visited to add some pizzazz. their cake was cheese and onion flavoured

the flowers are blue and pink because of richie's apron colors/eddie and richie's matching pj's colors (i imagine the wedding's color schemes were blue/pink)

the lacey, frilly wedding dress is also heavily inspired by richie's frilly pretty apron. i wanted something a little 1980s-ostentatious-ugly but also princessy because i think that would appeal to richie's out of touch, fanciful sensibilities (/affectionate)

richie got the base of the dress from somewhere else (eddie nicked it for him) and sewed even more lace and frills on himself

eddie's suit is the fancy one from 'digger' (i think they mention its a rented suit in that episode but in my head eddie never bothered to return it.) eddie didnt care much about dressing up but richie wanted it and the wife gets what she wants, and it was the nicest item of clothing eddie had

[neil-neil-orange-peel]

An Epilogue (and a Prologue) P1

P2 | P3

Vyvyan had been waiting outside his uncles’ house for about ten minutes. He was sat in his new car – a yellow Ford Anglia – smoking a fag, so it wasn’t as if any nearby pig could accuse him of loitering on the streets. He’d bought some red paint to paint flames down the sides of the car yesterday from a bloke called Harry the Bastard, and the pots were sat on the backseats alongside his bin bag of possessions. This was all he needed to move out of Hammersmith. Well, a paintbrush would be handy as well, but Vyvyan reckoned North London would have paintbrushes too.

When the boredom finally began to set in, Vyvyan knew he couldn’t ignore what he’d come here to do any longer. His legs were already bouncing with restlessness. Alright, he told himself. Time to let the bastards know. He’d waited until the last minute as it was.

Mr Harrison, good humoured as usual, was in his corner shop to leer at Vyvyan as he made his way through to the flat. Vyvyan had learnt at a young age not to take the man’s temperament personally – he effed and jeffed his way around interactions with anyone he knew couldn’t afford to stand up to him. Today really was the day Vyvyan should sock him one, but he supposed that wouldn’t be awfully considerate to his uncles. He settled for a nonplussed scrunch of the mouth instead.

“Tell ‘em I want some rent!” Mr Harrison snapped as he started on the staircase to the flat.

Vyvyan flicked the Vs over his shoulder in response. Rent? For a place like this? Vyvyan certainly wouldn’t be paying rent if he lived in such a dilapidated hovel, even if he could afford to, and he knew for a fact that his uncles couldn’t. Paying to live here was like paying rent for your prison cell – who in their right mind would do that? Parasitic bastard…

The steps up to 11 Mafeking Parade were steep ones, but they never took particularly long to climb. Soon enough, Vyvyan found himself staring blankly at the green, peeling paint of the front door. He raised his right fist and knocked three times. There was a crashing sound from within. No turning back now. He breathed in deeply.

About thirty seconds later – which was longer than Vyvyan would have spared for most bastards to get off their arses and let him in – the door flew open, bringing him face to face with Richard Richard. He grinned; all previous apprehension washed away.

“Hello, Uncle Richie!”

Richie’s face, arranged into that aloof sneer he regarded most inhabitants of Hammersmith with, morphed instantly into wide eyed, manic delight. His left hand unclasped from what Vyvyan was fairly certain had been a fist, in celebration.

“Vyvyan! Hello! Come in, come in!” Richie said, stepping back to invite Vyvyan over the threshold. “Young man, have you grown again? You really must stop this, you know – you must be as tall as Eddie now!”

Vyvyan smirked to himself – it had taken less than a minute for Richie to comment on his height; that must’ve been a new record. It was nice to have someone to fuss over him though, he did have to admit… not to Richie’s face, of course, but to himself. With Richie being such a fussy soul – he was currently wearing his frilly pink apron – there wasn’t anyone better suited to the task in Vyvyan’s mind. They made their way along the gloom of the hallway, heading for the kitchen.

“I am eighteen now,” Vyvyan said.

“Oh, I know,” Richie said from behind him, and he sucked in a rather dramatic breath as if to emphasise it. “You’ve grown up so fast…”

Eddie was sat at the kitchen table as Vyvyan came in, last week’s copy of The Hammersmith Bugle resting in his grip. At the sound of the stomping footfalls much too heavy to be Richie’s, he turned to greet his nephew with a wave.

“Alright, Vyvy?”

“Alright, Uncle Eddie.” Vyvyan took the other seat at the table, his back to the conservatory. “And, uh, it’s Vyv now actually.”

Eddie nodded, smiling proudly. “Right you are, Vyvy.”

Richie rolled his eyes behind Eddie’s back as he moved over to the sink.

“Don’t mind your uncle, Vyvyan – he’s only got a two second memory,” he said.

Vyvyan snorted. “’S alright, doesn’t really matter with you two anyway.”

He missed the touched look his uncles exchanged at this comment, choosing instead to stare at the splintered wood of the kitchen table. Vyvyan wasn’t any more interested in the knackered old thing now than he’d been the last thirteen years he’d had tea at it, but pretending he was meant he could put off telling his uncles the news just a little longer.

How exactly should he broach this subject with them? It wasn’t as if Vyvyan had come with bad news – he wasn’t fourteen and on the run from the pigs after nicking from the local off-licence – this was good news. Everyone thought so. All his teachers, even Miss Naylor the social worker, had said so. This shouldn’t be difficult.

A soft clunk on the table in front of Vyvyan interrupted his brooding and he blinked, taking in the chipped teacup that had materialised before him. He glanced up to see Richie hovering by his side. He nodded in recognition.

“Thanks.”

Vyvyan barely noticed the green colour of the tea inside the cup as he sipped. There was very little he wouldn’t eat or drink, and this tea was loaded with sugar – even if there were pieces of bark floating around the cup too. He was sure it was his dustbin like attitude to food that had endeared him to Richie from the word go.

Eddie, for his part, had never quite understood his nephew’s ability to consume just about anything he could fit into his mouth. It was the kind of spectacle that made you want to down a pint of brake fluid before washing the taste away with some good toilet cleaner – and Eddie often had. Watching Vyvyan sup the cup of horrors now – not missing the smug look Richie was giving him in his peripheral vision – Eddie finally folded his newspaper and put it down. Richie gave him a pointed glance.

“Uh…” Eddie said.

Vyvyan’s eyes darted over to him and then over to Richie. Smart kid was the sprog. Both Richie and Eddie smiled indulgingly at Vyvyan, which they could both then tell by the scrunch of his nose he wasn’t taking at face value.

“Everything good with you then, Vyvy?” Eddie asked him.

It appeared Vyvyan’s nerves had trickled out into the rest of the room. He supposed his uncles weren’t used to seeing him doing boring, grown-up things like contemplating and hesitating. Really, he was making this far more painful than it needed to be. Eddie was starting to get that guilty look in his eyes – the one Vyvyan first remembered seeing that Christmas his mum had thrown his Beano on the fire.

“Yeah, yeah… better than good actually…” Vyvyan said, glancing back down at his teacup.

Richie and Eddie exchanged another look.

“Oh?” Richie said, moving to stand by Eddie. “Have you got yourself a girlfriend, Vyvyan? What’s her name? When can we meet her?”

“Oi, you!”

Eddie grabbed at Richie’s arm in an attempt to curtail the pervy thoughts clearly racing through his mind. In a rare moment of self-awareness, Richie caught himself and shuddered out of his fervour.

“I only meant-”

“I think we all know exactly what you only meant, Richard. Vyvy can show us his bird when he’s ready.” Eddie winked conspiratorially at Vyvyan. “I can lock him upstairs when she comes ‘round if you want.”

Richie gasped. “Edward Elizabeth Hitler! Don’t be so foul in front of your nephew!”

Vyvyan snorted his way into a laugh, the involuntary shudder spilling the green tea over the table. His uncles were barking up completely the wrong tree here. He had the power to end or prolong this. Richie and Eddie looked like they didn’t know whether to laugh with him or offer some kind of counsel.

“I’m sorry – your faces – it’s not a girlfriend,” Vyvyan said.

He mopped up the spilled tea with the hem of his shirt, which he could tell Richie appreciated.

“Such better table manners than you, Edward.”

“So what is it then? What’s better than a new bird?” Eddie asked.

There was a hint of panic brewing in his voice; Vyvyan knew he was his Uncle Eddie’s most vulnerable weak spot, but it still surprised him when he saw it written so starkly across the man’s face. Richie raised a curious eyebrow. It was time for the crunch. Vyvyan took one last sip of his tea – he really hoped he hadn’t bigged the news up too much now. He chose a splinter on the table to stare at and willed laser beams to erupt from his eyeballs.

“Well, basically, I’m going to uni,” he said.

There was a second – a painfully long second – of stunned silence. In that second, Vyvyan considered both cannonballing out of the window and drilling his way back into the corner shop. This was why saying nothing was easier. This was why slinking off into the night without a word was what everyone else in this bloody family did-

Then Richie and Eddie started shouting and cheering, an incoherent cacophony of pride, and Vyvyan realised the flat, as always, was safe. A grin was spreading across his face before he even looked back up at them.

Eddie got to his feet abruptly, knocking his chair into Richie and cutting off his current stream of: “Eddie, our little Vyvyan’s off to university! Eddie, can you believe it, Eddie!? Eddie-” He ambled over to Vyvyan and slapped his shoulder. Vyvyan wasn’t going to say anything, but he was sure there were tears welling up behind his glasses. His uncle let out a high pitched, hysterical giggle, the kind of noise Vyvyan didn’t often associate with Eddie. Not an Eddie who hadn’t just downed fifteen pints of lager in one lunch hour, anyway.

“Thank god for that,” Eddie said, strangely breathless. “For a moment there I thought you were about to announce you’d knocked someone up!”

This probably should have offended him, Vyvyan thought, but it didn’t, so he laughed instead. Who cared? He knew emotional bollocks was hard for Eddie – bloody hell, it was hard enough for Vyvyan. They couldn’t all spurt this gooey stuff out at will like Richie. Eddie was blinking quite rapidly, appearing for all intents and purposes like a child who hadn’t yet learnt to speak properly.

“Vyvy, I- I- we-”

Vyvyan reached up to pat Eddie’s hand, which hadn’t retreated after the proud slap and was still clasping his shoulder.

“I know,” Vyvyan told him.

Eddie gave Vyvyan’s shoulder a meaningful squeeze. This was all turning out brilliantly, better than Vyvyan had dared to let himself hope for. Sure, he hadn’t seriously expected either of them to react negatively to the news, had he? At least, not seriously negatively. He’d worried they might object to him leaving for adventures outside of Hammersmith, where he couldn’t just pop in to see them when the mood took him. A small part of him had worried they’d hardly react at all. But no, they were proud of him. Proud.

Good god, Vyvyan was going to have to watch himself if he didn’t want to go all girly on them. Richie hoicked the other chair across the kitchen floorboards with a screech.

“Vyvyan Basterd!” he said.

He was fanning his face with the Bugle, as if he’d just run a marathon. Eddie rolled his eyes, his hand still not moving from Vyvyan’s shoulder.

“Here we go…”

“Young man, you must tell me absolutely every detail this instant!” Richie said as he sat down. “Do you understand? Do you? Do you realise how abso-fucking-lutely-bloody-bollocking MARVELOUS this is!?”

Yes, somehow, Richie was sweating, his limp hair already soaking up the first dank streaks of it. His shirt was beginning to lose its opaqueness; his lazy eye was unfocused; his smile was wide, and manic, and mental– fucking mental – exactly the way Vyvyan had always loved him.

Fucking mental. His fucking mental uncles. He started laughing all over again.

[stesichoreanpalinode]

Going down a whole train of thought about Richie entering the Great British Sewing Bee after reading the biogs of this year’s contestants. ‘Richie got into sewing when his Great Aunt Mabel left him her sewing machine. He loves smashing blouses, and knocking up a frilly apron of an afternoon! Richie also specialises in making matching outfits in contrasting colours for himself and his life partner Eddie.’

[jemthespud]

In memory of Rik I'm posting pictures from all of his great work that has spanned the decades.

Bottom:

The Young Ones:

The New Statesman:

Bad News:

Drop Dead Fred:

Lord Flashheart:

Comic Strip:

Dangerous Brothers:

Kevin Turvey:

We miss you Rik can't believe its been 10 years without you. :((

You'll forever be one of my heroes x 💝

[fourstarsandahamster]

yeah sorry i can't hang out today. i'm thinking about 1990s british comedy Bottom starring Adrian Edmondson and Rik Mayall. yeah it's gonna be all day.

[thezombiegeekinthehawaiianshirt]

[doe-eyedwerewolf]

The Many Faces of Rik Mayall ©️Daniele Smith, 2022.

[rikandadefest]

Rik and Ade Fest 2024

And now for a fourth year running: it's the Rik and Ade Fest! We've been trying to get your attention for the past 10 weeks, so hopefully you're listening! Give this blog a follow NOW to stay up to date as this year's fest progresses. Right on!

As usual, you can submit up to 3 prompts for fanart and/or fanfic for any piece of media featuring Rik and/or Ade. Also, as usual, you don't need to commit to making art or fic later to submit a prompt. We need more prompts than participants!

PLEASE READ THIS BIT! 🚨

Unusually, there's an extra rule in place for prompts this year. We're asking you to please not send in any prompts for The Young Ones or Bottom - just for this year! Next year, you can go mad!

Why are we asking this of you? Is it just that we're bastards? Well, we've noticed an (unsurprising) bias towards these two shows throughout fests, so we're trying to give Rik and Ade's lesser known/popular media a chance.

If you do accidentally submit a TYO or Bottom prompt this year, never fear! We won't be adding it to the prompt list this time, but we will hold on to it and add it next year. As well as this, all the previous unclaimed prompts for TYO and Bottom will still be available for artists and writers to claim and make work for this year.

But anyway, here's the ol' reliable Google Form for submissions. It will be open from today (23rd March) until 1st April.

If you're new to the Rik and Ade Fest or just want a refresher, the guidelines are available on the #RikAndAdeFest2024 ao3 collection:

Happy submitting, scumbags! You can contact @xgardensinspace or @neil-neil-orange-peel if you have any questions.

We are aware our fanart books currently have broken links. This is a recent occurrence. Ao3 cannot host pictures, so all fests' art is hosted elsewhere. We're looking for a new host site and may have to contact certain past artists for their art again once one is found. We intend to have this issue fixed before this year's fest is revealed in June. We apologise if this discourages artists from participating, though we would always encourage you to share your art on Tumblr, Instagram, or elsewhere too once a fest is revealed, in any case.

[richardmuckrichard]

I made this in like 5 minutes enjoy😻😻

Reddie is real

[irenic-raccoon]

Random screenshots I took while watching Bottom