#pgs&g

[lithiumseven]

Jeeves and Wooster as incorrect quotes

Screen caps by @bluebassy

[crawlingbetweenearthandheaven]

The Code of the Woosters, PG Wodehouse, 1938

[punster-2319]

“Animated Family Films Made After 1968 That SURPRISINGLY Got G-Ratings” Starter Pack

(Before anyone points it out, yes, I am aware that The Land Before Time and All Dogs Go to Heaven were edited before their releases to avoid getting PG ratings).

[canon-in-too-deep]

Free Leave it to Psmith Typeset

Public domain typeset #26: Leave it to Psmith by P. G. Wodehouse. Sized for half letter. Fonts used: IM FELL English (body), Kfon (dinkuses (teehee)). This was another suggestion from the ask box! I haven't actually read it yet, buuuuuut when I looked it up there were a lot of covers either with men in ties or umbrellas. So, uh, I went with the umbrella 😅. Anyway, this typeset if available for FREE here! If you find any errors in any of the files, feel free to let me know! Please leave credit if you use any of the typesets (personal use only), and leave a like/reblog if you can!

Interior shot beneath the break:

[detrixsta]

Closing theme song from the (largely lost) 1965 - 1967 series "The World of Wooster" as performed in full by Ian Carmichael & Dennis Price along with the orchestra under the direction of Arthur Greenslade. Relased as a single in 1966, the song was written by Sandy Wilson. ("The Boyfriend", "Divorce Me Darling")

"I say-- rather catchy; eh, what---? Damn fine tune… one you can whistle or hum… Really speaks to me that song.... It's all the rage at the Drone's club at the moment…."

[empirearchives]

Vandamme was such a meme

[dickensianenglishbulldog]

I have found that as a book’s style seeps into my vocabulary I stop being able to identify it and end up just saying ‘ooh jar cum spiff’; ‘lud, Man!’, ‘rem accu tetigisti’; ‘buggerit, millennium hand and shrimp’ and ‘righto chief!’ strait faced and without noticing. My friends think I’ve cracked, and honesty perhaps I have.

[yeah-thats-probably-it]

So, I came across this P. G. Wodehouse interview, and there’s quite a bit of interesting stuff in it, but something especially of note is that he says when he’s writing a book he always tries to “get the love story set first.” The interviewer asks him if he means the plot, but Plum goes on talking about specifically the “love story” and how it’s important to the foundation of a book.

Much to think about

[torra-and-the-toons]

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Bonus points to people who can spot the two references! 

[marvelyningreen]

This was published in 1924.

(“The Rummy Affair of Old Biffy” - P.G. Wodehouse)

[bethncherry]

♡ Chapter 2: Page 21

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[littlescaryinternetguy]

Ultimate G/t fantasy-GO!

Ooof, lol. This oughta take a while.

I like to think of a world where fae and people met 3000 years ago or thereabouts, and that they actually got along alright. Or alright enough. They've been developing side by side since then, the fae a little ahead on knowing agriculture and animal husbandry, humans a bit ahead on the more abstract tech. What magic the fae have is more of a whole new sense, for what COULD happen. Instead of seeing cause and effect, they see farther in the garden of forking paths. It's not enough to give them much of an advantage over humans. A small one, mirrored by humanity's physical advantages. There've been wars, and leaps forward, and steps back, and pogroms and horrors... but fae and humans live side by side. There is intermarriage, and in rare cases, those unions produce children with a fae father and a human mother. There is distrust, there is racism, there is kindness, there is love.

All of this is to say that things are remarkably not unlike the way things are in the world now, it is a world like our own except art means something there. And in my fantasy, I live in that world. In that world, I have lived my life... my actual life, but as the son of a fairy and a human woman. I can shift sizes. I don't like to. I prefer to stay small, out of the way. I prefer to make myself known at a time of my choosing. The time is very rarely of my choosing.

In this world, things do not go well, necessarily. It is this world but with the promise of magic. I live simply in the walls of a larger, fairly run-down building. Think if NYC hadn't become entirely Disney-fied, but remained the sort of place where artists could move to, occupy lofts. A sort of safer 1978, ha ha. Cold water flats. There is a sense of possibility, and of desperation. The sense that time is running out before our scuzzy little salons are wiped from the face of the city.

And there I fall in love with a human woman, an artist and musician. She loves me. And that is that. That is the dream. We are fucked up, we are hurt, we are real, we are in love. I fit in her palm like I was sculpted by her. That is the dream. I help her laugh, she helps me stop crying. We riot together. We're hurt. Like I said, in this fantasy I have lived my life. I have all my scars. But there is love and intimacy and sharing and art and shivering and dark and fear and love. There is sufficiency, and it is enough, and I am usually very small, and it is enough.

[spuffyarchive]

Hourglass by smellslikecorruption [PG]

That special gift (hint: the gift is humanity). Buffy POV Shanshu fluffishness.

[brotheralyosha]

"You know, the longer I live, the more clearly I see that half the trouble in this bally world is caused by the light-hearted and thoughtless way in which chappies dash off letters of introduction and hand them to other chappies to deliver to chappies of the third part. It's one of those things that make you wish you were living in the Stone Age. What I mean to say is, if a fellow in those days wanted to give anyone a letter of introduction, he had to spend a month or so carving it on large-sized boulder, and the chances were that the other chappie got so sick of lugging the thing round in the hot sun that he dropped it after the first mile. But nowadays it's so easy to write letters of introduction that everybody does it without a second thought, with the result that some perfectly harmless cove like myself gets in the soup."

The Inimitable Jeeves, by P.G. Wodehouse

[deweydecimalduck]

This song is so Bertie coded

[dickensianenglishbulldog]

Me seeing a monocle: shall I think of Psmith, Sir Percy Blakerney, Von Stalhein, Bertie Wooster or Lord Peter Wimsey?