#NOTTLE RIGHT??

[soulofapoet]

Ahaha Leo with fluctuating self-esteem due to his environment, the words he was told, and the men he admires? What do you mean his self-esteem is unstable? That he’ll spit on your boots and kill you in cold blood only to weep about how he’s not strong enough for the people he loves? That his ego is like a scale and is affected by the situation he’s in and what the results of it end up being. Ahh yes, he’s amazing though. He’s great at what he does and will manipulate you because he’s cunning like that but oh no he couldn’t help his father from his downfall, Max looked at him with disappointment. He’s a failure, a fraud, a hoax. Oh, but don’t think for a moment that you’re better than him. Because you’re not.

#authortalks #sincerely avenged #I hate him #I love him #I want to strangle him #I want to hug him #does this make sense at all #extreme fluctuations in self-esteem is a thing #I SWEAR #NOTTLE RIGHT?? #RIGHT

[probablyday]

millennial nerd woosterposting part 2 act 1 act 1

previous woosterposting: millennial nerd bertie wooster for some reason

i took 8d6 damage writing this and now i deal 8d6 psychic damage to you

Selections from J33V3S 1S TH1S YOU, which does not and should not exist oh god it hurts just to type it

#goodbye followers #woosterposting #do i dare to tag this with homestuck #i also considered having madeline bassett just be Grimes #cursed content #jeeves and wooster #bertie wooster #jeeves #madeline bassett #gussie fink-nottle #pg wodehouse #truly do not know what will happen if i use the homestuck tag in 2023 #it's probably fine #right? #i won't do it #i'm a coward

[yeah-thats-probably-it]

I'm begging all of you to read the Jeeves books

#oh to be a male newt in love with a female newt #jeeves and wooster #bertie wooster #gussie fink-nottle #sharing the same brain cell #right ho jeeves

[zaphodbeeblebroxssecondhead]

I'm with Gussie on this one

None of the blasted socialising or any of that bally nonsense, just waggling our tails at each other

#My ideal world #Gussie has the right idea #can you tell im hyperfixating #jeeves and wooster #bertie wooster #reginald jeeves #jooster #Gussie Fink-Nottle

[44ratsinatrenchcoat]

My friend and I wrote this gem (she's never read wodehouse):

“Jeeves,” I said. 

“Sir?” 

“This ‘Pushkin’ chap, eh, is he any good?” 

“I’ve heard that his writings lean towards the depressing side, sir.” 

“Oh,” I said. “Very well then. Continue on.” 

Jeeves returned to polishing the tea kettle. I often wonder why that man can’t just bally well quit his job as a valet and go be prime minister or something. I don’t see what it is about me that keeps him so engaged. 

“Shall I lay out our funeral attire, sir?” 

“Right,” I said, remembering the blasted thing that was Aunt Agatha’s mangled corpse. “I say, it is a rather horrible situation, eh, Jeeves?”

“You are referring to, of course, Mrs. Gregson’s untimely death due to Mr. Fink-Nottle’s failure to properly contain his twenty-seven newts, followed by the loosed bear mauling her, then that sixteen-wheeler crushing her by running over her, followed by the fire and being tied to a wooden pole and beaten against the side of an apartment complex for a few hours, sir?” 

“Yes, that’s the one, old fruit.”

“Then I can’t help but agree with you, sir.”

#jeeves and wooster #reginald jeeves #bertram wooster #bears #newts #aunt agatha #gussie fink nottle #funny #incorrect quote #woot

[saintsenara]

I need answers for my favourite evil couple:

Bella - 3, 12, 21

Vold - 31, 40, 50

thank you for the ask @sofoulandfairaday!

[character ask game here]

3. an obscure headcanon you have about them:

that bellatrix is very girly, and all the black and leather is just the uniform she wears when she’s out being an assassin. when she’s at home, she likes garish dresses with lots of flounces, enormous costume jewellery, playing with make-up, and trying to get the dark lord to dance with her.

12. a crack headcanon you have about them:

that the reason travers is so weird when he meets her - or, really, hermione disguised as her - in deathly hallows is because they had one very awkward snog once which bella doesn’t remember but he is pathetically obsessed with.

21. what's their drink of choice?

as per my deranged masterpiece death (eaters) in paradise: bella would like the gaudiest cocktail you have, the more sparklers the better.

31. if they had a tumblr what would it look like?

lord voldemort's tumblr presence would be absolutely chaotic, given both his ruthless command of aesthetic (he would have a tagging system you can't even imagine) and his tendency to torpedo this aesthetic to go on re-blog sprees when he sees something shiny.

40. what’s their favourite book?

if asked, he would say it’s secrets of the darkest art. he’s lying. it’s right ho, jeeves.

abraxas malfoy and romulus lestrange never understood that being told they were like the combined forces of bertie wooster and gussie fink-nottle was an insult.

50. what's a memory they’ve blocked out?

i’ve given a heavy answer for this here. a lighter one is that he’s definitely memory-holed turning up at spinner’s end one evening to see snape and wormtail engaged in some extremely creative hate sex.

#character ask game #bellatrix lestrange #tom riddle #lord voldemort #asks answered

[obstinaterixatrix]

Jock Rights. also protag keeps having to be the messenger for lavenza and ever since nottle’s post I’ve been thinking… let her OUT… LET HER HANG OUT WITH EVERYONE… LET HER TELL THEM HERSELF…!!!

#orlbs #p5tlb

[jobnewstoday]

Novelas | Right Ho, Jeeves is a novel by P. G. Wodehouse | Best story re...

Bertie returns to London from several weeks in Cannes spent in the company of his Aunt Dahlia Travers and her daughter Angela. In Bertie's absence, Jeeves has been advising Bertie's old school friend, Gussie Fink-Nottle, who is in love with a goofy, sentimental, whimsical, childish girl named Madeline Bassett. Gussie, a shy teetotaler with a passion for newts and a face like a fish, is too timid to speak to her. Bertie is annoyed that his friends consider Jeeves more intelligent than Bertie, and he takes Gussie's case in hand, ordering Jeeves not to offer any more advice.

#youtube

[lincoln-still-sucks]

Welcome to my notes app, here we have

#I’m right #I created the canon #jeeves and wooster #jooster #bertie wooster #reginald jeeves #gussie fink nottle #bingo little

[eyelessmp3]

🤢

#nottl that anyone cares but i feel so shitty right now <3 #feeling sad feeling exhausted feeling a lil dizzy #t

[quote-homines]

And scarcely had I opened the door when I heard voices in the sitting-room, and scarcely had I entered the sitting-room when I found that these proceeded from Jeeves and what appeared at first sight to be the Devil. A closer scrutiny informed me that it was Gussie Fink-Nottle, dressed as Mephistopheles.

Right Ho, Jeeves, P. G. Wodehouse

#right ho jeeves #jeeves and wooster #bertie wooster #jeeves #gussie fink-nottle #p. g. wodehouse

[v-thinks-on]

That evening, I went down to dinner prepared for the worst. No one seemed terribly pleased, to tell the truth. All through the meal, Spode glared at Gussie and myself, Tuppy glared at me, Aunt Dahlia and Stiffy glared at each other from their places on the opposite ends of the table, and just about everyone glared at Spode. Em - that is, Emerald Fink-Nottle (née Stoker) - attempted a bit of polite conversation with Mr. Satterthwaite - a visiting neighbor of Aunt Dahlia’s - but the atmosphere was on the suffocating side, and so it all fell to naught. I ate my fill, but at times like this, even the best food turns to ashes in one’s mouth - though it seemed not all were in agreement upon the matter; Tuppy beside me ate with gusto.

I was hardly the only one who was relieved when dinner at last came to an end. Madeline - now Lady Sidcup - excused herself and went up to her room with a headache as the rest of us quietly filtered into the parlour.

Standing in the parlour, silver tray in hand, was a true sight for sore eyes. I just about bounded over to the chap with a beam.

“A drink, sir?” Jeeves offered, all prim and polished as ever.

“Yes, Jeeves, and make it light on the s.” I said.

“Very good, sir.”

No sooner had I asked did a glass appear in hand - I have gotten so accustomed to Jeeves, that I can hardly fathom what it’s like to have a lesser valet who does not anticipate one’s every want and need.

“Cheers, Jeeves,” I said before taking a good gulp.

“Indeed, sir,” Jeeves replied, perhaps a little more distant than I would have liked, but the man’s presence was enough.

Were we at home, I would have offered the chap a glass of his own and we’d spend the evening on the sofa chewing the fat or reading - him with some improving book and I with a page turner. But alas, duty calls, and so he shimmered on to attend to the rest of the guests.

The party had broken off into several smaller contingents, as parties are wont to do; people scattered here and there, talking among themselves in low voices. I spotted Mr. Satterthwaite sitting in the corner, his rummy gaze apparently directed toward me of all people.

However, it lasted not a moment before he turned away as Jeeves flitted over to offer him a drink. To my surprise, they exchanged a few hushed words - not that I could have heard them at any volume from where I was standing on the other side of the room. I had half a mind to take a step closer, but Jeeves then shimmered on.

Mr. Satterthwaite’s gaze lingered a bit, watching Jeeves as he went, before he turned his attention back to the rest of us. I had the vague, rummy impression that we were all putting on some kind of show, and he was the audience.

I know it’s hardly gentlemanly to stare, but it was with a little reluctance that I moved on as well. But it was for the best, as only then did I notice Em standing all on her lonesome and looking none too happy about it. Truly the fault was mine as a pal of hers for not rectifying the situation sooner.

“What ho,” I said, sidling up to her in a friendly sort of way.

Em looked up and smiled at the sight of me, but it didn’t last. “Oh, hullo Bertie.” She seemed on the verge of saying more, but stopped short.

“Right-o,” I said - one must always keep the conversation going. When she said nothing more, I tried the direct approach; “Something troubling you, what?”

She hmmed a little, seeming rather like that cat in the adage letting I dare not wait upon I would.

“I don’t know, it’s nothing really,” she said at last, though she didn’t sound like she quite believed it. “I shouldn’t even be thinking about it, to tell you the truth, it’s a horrible thing to think.” She shook her head. For a moment I thought she had forgotten I was there, but then she abruptly looked up and l. me in the eye, “You’re a real gentleman, Bertie. Not many men are these days.”

“I say, I mean is that so?”

“Oh, I don’t know, Bertie. Everything’s so complicated. Sometimes I wish… I don’t even know.” She glanced around like a spy in one of the pictures and then leaned in toward me. “You wouldn’t tell anyone, would you, Bertie?”

I was ready to swear it on my honor as a gentleman that I would keep a lady’s secret to the grave, when a shout on the other end of the room, made all of our heads turn - mine included.

“Well, you’ll just have to wait!” Tuppy had exclaimed.

There was no question who he was speaking to; Tuppy and Spode were standing face to face in the middle of the parlour, both gearing up for a fight if I wasn’t mistaken, and I don’t know if a chap could have been, between the reddened faces and clenched fists.

Spode, not one to be outdone, roared back, “Glossop, you damn thief, I’ve waited long enough!”

Tuppy looked more than ready to have at him, but it seemed even a pair of rampaging bulls would have been no match for my fearless Aunt Dahlia, who at that moment stepped into the middle, not quite calmly as you please, but a placid lake compared to the chaps on either side.

Her withering glare, she saved for Spode. “I’ve put up with a lot from you, maybe too much, but I won’t let you come into my home and call my son a thief!”

For an instant Spode looked all too happy to turn his ire on her, but with what seemed like an awful lot of effort, he contented himself with an answering glare and grumble, and returned to his chair.

We all stood, frozen in silence for a moment or two, no one quite sure what to say. I felt a distinct urge to put in a word, just to say something, but, lacking Aunt Dahlia’s iron will, I had no desire to turn the rage of Spode onto myself and managed to stay my tongue.

At last, Aunt Dahlia stepped down, as it were. That seemed to be the thing to break the spell. Tuppy immediately stomped from the room. A few of the assembled made some attempt at resuming their conversations that had been so suddenly interrupted, but it seemed the moment had passed and by a sort of silent agreement, the party began to filter up to bed. By the time I remembered that Em seemed to have something dashed important to say, she had already gone.

I was on the end of my after dinner gasper, contemplating heading up myself when suddenly, I heard a loud crash coming from the other room.

Those of us still in the parlour - Mr. Satterthwaite, Gussie, and myself - looked at each other with a wild surmise like those chaps upon a peak in Darien, but no one seemed to know any more than anyone else.

I ran out into the hall, the others not far behind, to find that a small crowd had already assembled. Being a tall and willowy sort, I craned over the rest to see the casualty that had occurred.

Coming January: the next installment of The Mysterious Mr. Jeeves - Bertie Solves a Mystery!

#v writes #Jeeves and Wooster #The Mysterious Mr. Jeeves

[ohcorny]

Whats your favorite name in the Bertie and Wooster series? They're all pretty great, but I think Gussie Fink-nottle reigns supreme in my book

absolutely bold to assume i can remember anyones name

but youre right gussie has a fantastic name

#Anonymous

[yeah-thats-probably-it]

Jeeves novels drinking game is you take a shot every time Bertie makes a point of demonstrating that he won that Scripture Knowledge Prize fair and square

#i love this bit because gussie’s drunken speech is rarely mentioned again in-text #but if you’ve read right ho jeeves you’ll catch the implication that bertie is still REALLY sore about it #little easter egg for the loyal readers #jeeves and wooster #bertie wooster #gussie fink-nottle

[patsdrabbles]

Confessions

Title: Confessions Fandom: Jeeves and Wooster Pairing: Reginald Jeeves/Bertie Wooster Rating: Gen Word Count: 2306 Summary: It’s a dashed strange thing, love, filling the body with warmth as it does, isn’t it? Bertie comes out as ace. Fluff. A/N: Part 19 of my Daily Fanfic Chocolates calendar :D This is the first fanfic I ever wrote for this fandom, tbh, and I’m really happy to finally be able to share it with you guys! Please enjoy ❤

(links to AO3 and the DFC masterpost are in the reblogs!)

It’s a dashed strange thing, love, filling the body with warmth as it does, isn’t it?

As I agree with Jeeves that this story isn’t, unlike much of my other writing, to hit any bookshelves in the future, I am, for once, rather not feeling compelled to provide a deeper introduction to the matters that form the ‘beforehand’ of this story. There are no readers to disappoint with a lack of an introduction to one of my aunts Dahlia or Agatha, or Gussie Fink-Nottle, or my cousin Angela, nor are any introductions further than my own and that of my long-time paragon of a valet, Reginald Jeeves, required.

Jeeves had been by my side for several years already, seeing to my getting dressed, cooking, cleaning and other needs – albeit with occasional stern opinions regarding my sartorial choices and the never-abandoned wish for the young master to face the day at an earlier hour than ten ack emma. The first I had been aware of for a long time despite not often addressing it directly, unless a much loved article of clothing suddenly vanished or became an irreparable victim of ‘accidents’. The latter, however, Jeeves never told me about till some time after the following occasion. He admitted he rather liked me being up early as to be able to spend more time with me.

Jeeves does know how to get what he wants – which is one of the many reasons I love him – and I started, slowly, changing my habits soon after. We started becoming happier by the day... but I am getting ahead of myself. Instead of talking about the very satisfactory state of our relationship as it is now, many years later, I want to narrate the occasion that resulted in Reggie’s and my happiness.

How exactly it all came to be, I can’t quite remember, but through one thingummy that lead to another, we had arrived at the understanding that we were mutually fond of each other. Quite fond, you might say, and going together like salt and pepper, like the ocean and the waves.

It was at this point that it occurred to me, before an exchange of lip-pressing or anything of that kind had even happened, that it might be wise to bring up the matter that had had me worried for months by then – ever since I’d realized that I had started falling for Jeeves, in fact. I fidgeted a bit, trying to calm the old nerves. We Woosters had been present at Agincourt after all, so who was Bertram Wooster to shy from talking about matters of the heart – and body – with his valet turned beloved?

“You need to understand, Jeeves.”

I halted, unsure how to proceed. I’d never before expressed this condition of myself to anyone else before. I must admit, the old Wooster corpus was bally shaking, resulting in a concerned gaze from my man.

“I... I feel for you no different than Gussie feels about Madeline Bassett – or the other way round, I reckon. However... some of my feelings are not of that nature? That is to say, I am not acquainted with them – at all?”

I paused again and scratched my chin, trying to find the words that would explain to him a concept that made sense to myself but that I had never explained aloud before.

Jeeves, ever respectful as he is, regarded me with a patient gaze, not seeming to mind self humming and hawing about.

“Jeeves,” I began. “You are a splendid specimen of a man, no doubt, and in more than one regard. But–” I halted and looked at him more closely to see if he was already showing any signs of wanting to leave. Instead, I just found him looking at me patiently as he listened to my explanation. “I love you, Jeeves – and in a way that goes beyond the fond love one feels for one’s oldest friends. But I do not feel that...” I grasped for the first word the old bean could think of. “That ‘urge’ everyone else seems to feel?”

I looked at him expectantly, feeling the heat that had risen to my cheeks.

However, I should have known better than to underestimate Jeeves. That man is, as anyone who knows him is aware of, a paragon of a man and brilliant beyond words. My, I dare say his intelligence would even take it up with the best of them if he were to stop eating fish this very instant and never eat it again. In short, he seemed to understand where the y. m. was coming from.

Jeeves cleared his throat gently. (Can one clear one’s throat gently? I wonder, but it seemed to me like that was what he did.)

“While I can’t deny that your physical attributes are extraordinarily pleasing to myself, sir, and I won’t deny I haven’t entertained certain thoughts regarding... yourself and my person,” he paused and I saw a little smile start to form in the corners of his mouth.

“It would be an easy part of a prospective… understanding with you to give up on.”

I studied his face.

“But wouldn’t that be awfully hard on you, old thing?”

He gave me an odd gaze, tinged with something like amusement.

“From... what I understand, all of my chums are rather enthused about exchanging such kind of favours with their wives. I reckon it’s much the same between two chums, not that the sex makes much of a difference about the interest in such.”

I fell quiet, pondering the matter.

Jeeves was the one to break the silence, interrupting my train of thought which had once again arrived at my romantic feelings where chaps were concerned and my lack thereof when it came to fillies. I wished I had a word for such feelings, but at least I had found a way to express myself to the one to whom it mattered.

“I’ve... been spending time with other gentlemen I’ve had an understanding with before. That is to say, before my employment with you. I lost interest in spending time suchlike after that, not deeming it right considering... what I started to feel for you, sir.”

The ‘sir’ seemed odd to both of us, and I had the feeling that it was his way of preventing to give away too much of himself. I felt I had to reassure him and let him know that it was perfectly alright. It was one of my biggest wishes that he would come to trust me as much as I did trust him eventually.

“You can call me Bertram or Bertie if so you like, Jeeves.”

I smiled up at him and, after a visible internal struggle that I saw mirrored in the minor shifts of his expression, he seemed to relax. His shoulders seemed to relax and there was a certain whatsit in his eyes. I had not yet found evidence enough to prove that Jeeves was, in fact, a rather soft chap beneath his mask, but I feel rather confident when describing his e.s. then to have had a kind of softness to them.

“Bertie... Bertram.”

He seemed to ponder the taste of my names on his tongue for a moment and a smile made its way to my face. Hearing him call me by my given name made my heart grow warm and the old bean glow. I realize that I’m starting to sound like the earlier mentioned M. Bassett, but in that moment, I could, in fact, understand her sentiments and way of expressing herself to a certain degree.

“In my previous experience, such defined understandings were of a rather pleasant kind,” Jeeves continued. He seemed to remember those times fondly, if his tone of voice was anything to go by. I wondered if maybe, somehow, I wouldn’t feel as uncomfortable with it as I currently felt about the mere thought, were I to give it a try. “However–”

Add to that that I didn’t want to lose Jeeves, less so now that I knew he reciprocated my feelings for him. I took a deep breath.

“I could... give it a try, I reckon,” I interrupted him, mulling the whole thing over.

If it were to give Jeeves satisfaction, then I would not deny it to him. I wasn’t entirely keen on the prospect, but I valued him too much and I wanted to see him happy. Maybe the uncomfortable feeling the mere thought gave me would simply disappear once we... Well. I can’t say I was truly confident that it would, shuddering slightly, but I had a while ago realized that I loved Jeeves rather dearly, the long-lasting kind of love that no soup could stir.

And everyone around me but self seemed to consider those understandings between spouses most natural, even required. Even between chaps... I found that my gaze had turned to the floor as I had been pondering and looked up to my man again.

Instead of being on the receiving end of enthusiastic agreement, however, I found him staring at me. The face that once, many years ago, had been an undecipherable mask for me, now clearly showed me the inner turmoil he was feeling. It was all in the slightly deeper frown than he usually allowed himself and the downward tug of the corner of his lips. And I was sure that it was worry I detected shimmering behind his clever eyes.

“Bertram, I cannot allow for you to do such a thing, knowing that it wouldn’t be in your honest interest. I simply cannot–”

“Jeeves, it wouldn’t be a burden for me if I could do this one thing for you that would–”

“Sir!” It came out rather sharply and shocked the both of us jolly good.

“Bertram,” Jeeves corrected himself, running a hand over his face, the agony seeping through from behind his stuffed frog mask now visible to me as if in plain daylight. He sat down on the bed right next to me and remained silent for a moment. Then, after a moment of hesitance, he took both my hands in his and began caressing them softly.

“Bertram, I know just fine that your utmost goal, the code by which you live, is pleasing the people whose presence you grace. However, let me make this clear for you, for I don’t want you to feel like you need to offer this – ever again. This sort of understanding is not something that I require to be happy – or to be satisfied, for that matter. Bertram– Bertie – all I need to be happy and satisfied is to be allowed to be with you, bask in your delightful presence and share whatever of your life you are willing to share with me and do so in return. I..." He held onto my hands now, thumbs stilled, and looked me in the eyes, more serious than I had ever seen him before. "I love you, Bertram, and knowing that you love me in return is everything I could ever have hoped for, everything I ever silently wished for.”

He raised one of my hands to his lips, gently pressing a kiss to my knuckles. I felt the tears that had started building up in my eyes over the course of Jeeves’s speech pinch at the corners of my e.s.. I was rather at a loss of words, truth be told, and thankfully, my wonderful man could tell. He pulled me into a hug that warmed the y. m.’s soul to the core and made his heart grow a tenfold in size all at once.

"Jeeves– So... I would be enough?" I could tell that he had just told me so in an utterly moving manner, but the old uncertainty was still nagging me, making me feel like I wasn’t the best there was on offer in the market of love, so to say.

Jeeves pulled back for a mo and looked at me with a rather rummy look in his eyes, then pulled me closer again, his arms holding me steadfastly, and pressed a kiss on top of my head. I felt my worries being reduced to a crumpled pile of now unimportantness and leaned closer into the warm hug and comfort Jeeves was offering.

“I say, old thing,” I said, noticing Jeeves’s hold on my corpus tightening just the smallest of bits before I continued. “I never thought I’d ever find the real, rummy kind of love. Yet, here you are – and I know I shall never want another!”

I turned my head to see Jeeves’s face being painted by an enormous blush and a smile that he finally allowed himself to show fully unguarded. It made me feel quite giddy, knowing that it was us having got so far that made him let go of his mask at last.

“I love you, too, Bertie.”

Despite it being the second time he had told me he loved me now, it still was quite unanticipated and new and had the blood rise to my cheeks rather quickly.

I was firm in my understanding of my feelings, and my feelings were rather soppy and certain of Jeeves. I leaned in and rested my forehead against his.

“And I love you, dear one.”

I pressed a gentle kiss to his lips (I was glad to find that this was perfectly fine by the both of us – I admit I had wondered what those kisses would be like before and found that I was unable to see myself kissing anyone else) and smiled when our eyes met. I felt like I could face the future, no matter what aunts, threats of engagements and sticky situations of old school chums it might entail. For now, I had Jeeves, and Jeeves had me.

#jooster #jeeves and wooster #jeeves #wooster #ace!bertie #jeeves and wooster fanfiction #jnw ff #ff #fanfiction #my posts #my fanfics #pat writes #fluff #coming out #Daily Fanfic Chocolates #fanfic advent calendar #20.12.2019 #2019 #Confessions

[wotwotleigh-prime]

Gussie popped along, flapping the telegram and looking like a close-up of Joan Crawford, and I turned to Jeeves and gave him a précis of my operations.

Right Ho, Jeeves, 1934

#I don't know why that line always gets me #it's very evocative but I'm not sure of what #right ho jeeves #aka Just Don't Jeeves #gussie fink nottle #bertie wooster #joan crawford #visual Wodehouse