Hello! Intro post, since I don’t think I’ve done one yet. I’ve got a whole list of fic ideas I’d like to palm off on you talented people, but for now, I’ll just say “what ho” and post a section from “The Great Sermon Handicap” that is not slashy per se, but the combination of words made my brain explode just a little bit, and I was stuck on it for minutes, unable to move past it (although the “feeble intellect” part was pretty funny once I’d calmed down enough to notice it). The section is as follows:
“And, what’s more, Jeeves, my cousin Claude and my cousin Eustace – you remember them?”
“Very vividly, sir.”
“Well, they’re down there, too, reading for some exam or other with the vicar. I used to read with him myself at one time. He’s known far and wide as a pretty hot coach for those of fairly feeble intellect. Well, when I tell you he got me through Smalls, you’ll gather that he’s a bit of a hummer. I call this most extraordinary.”
Claude and Eustace. With the vicar (who, in my mind, looks like Stinker Pinker). A pretty hot coach. And isn’t “smalls” a British term for underwear, like briefs? So I was trying not to read that as “he got through my smalls” (or to keep my eyes from jumping lines and seeing “he got me pretty hot”).....And I know it says “he’s a bit of a hummer,” but still. Just the sheer number of words that were perfectly innocent when they were written (and still are, to normal people) but are utterly suggestive to slash addicts like me, all packed into that one paragraph. *is semi-ashamed of own perviness*
Oh, and when I finally was able to move on, here’s the start of the letter from Eustace:
“Dear Bertie,
“Do you want to make a bit of money? I hear you had a bad Goodwood, so you probably do....”
Yes, I know that Goodwood is the name of the horse race that took place in the previous story, but still. It’s like Wodehouse looked into the future and decided to make fangirls’ heads explode.
Anyhow, cheerio, tootle pip and all that, and I'll post that list of fic ideas one of these days. Oh, and if I'm annoying, you can blame
purplefluffycat. It was her fic "Jeeves and the Artistic Verisimilitude" that got me started on this whole thing. :-D
“And, what’s more, Jeeves, my cousin Claude and my cousin Eustace – you remember them?”
“Very vividly, sir.”
“Well, they’re down there, too, reading for some exam or other with the vicar. I used to read with him myself at one time. He’s known far and wide as a pretty hot coach for those of fairly feeble intellect. Well, when I tell you he got me through Smalls, you’ll gather that he’s a bit of a hummer. I call this most extraordinary.”
Claude and Eustace. With the vicar (who, in my mind, looks like Stinker Pinker). A pretty hot coach. And isn’t “smalls” a British term for underwear, like briefs? So I was trying not to read that as “he got through my smalls” (or to keep my eyes from jumping lines and seeing “he got me pretty hot”).....And I know it says “he’s a bit of a hummer,” but still. Just the sheer number of words that were perfectly innocent when they were written (and still are, to normal people) but are utterly suggestive to slash addicts like me, all packed into that one paragraph. *is semi-ashamed of own perviness*
Oh, and when I finally was able to move on, here’s the start of the letter from Eustace:
“Dear Bertie,
“Do you want to make a bit of money? I hear you had a bad Goodwood, so you probably do....”
Yes, I know that Goodwood is the name of the horse race that took place in the previous story, but still. It’s like Wodehouse looked into the future and decided to make fangirls’ heads explode.
Anyhow, cheerio, tootle pip and all that, and I'll post that list of fic ideas one of these days. Oh, and if I'm annoying, you can blame