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[mydramasims]

My Life pt. 3

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[cucumbermoon]

How have I watched this episode a thousand times and never thought about how this is the woman Jeeves used to be engaged to? We see Bertie hang out with his former fiancées constantly, but this is the only time we see Jeeves and his previous entanglement. They seem chummy, which is nice.

[eirinstiva]

"C’est l’éruption de la fin"

New letter from my friend Bertie Wooster and after reading again I can comment about this. This story needs a soundtrack and I chose the version I'm most familiar with of L'Internationale.

I really like to read about how was political activism before the internet era. In general I love history and political propaganda and humour are important part of history.

See this illustration?

It looks familiar:

This letter shows clearly how Bertie is the "mom friend" of his group, and that's why chaps like Richard Bingo Little always ask him for help. Wooster has the intention but lacks of creativity to make plans. That's why Jeeves is so important in this dynamic.

Before we start, give me your honest opinion. Isn’t she the most wonderful girl you ever saw in your puff?” He had produced a photograph from somewhere, like a conjurer taking a rabbit out of a hat, and was waving it in front of me. It appeared to be a female of sorts, all eyes and teeth.

Another very ace moment of Bertie and another woman in Bingo's history. How can he fall in love so easily? IIRC this is the fourth woman after Mabel, Honoria and Honoria's friend. Love makes Bingo blind and he can't see the red flags likes this one:

You must meet old Rowbotham, Bertie. A delightful chap. Wants to massacre the bourgeoisie, sack Park Lane, and disembowel the hereditary aristocracy. Well, nothing could be fairer than that, what?

I'm all "eat the rich" but not a big fan of a massacre myself [*sips mate tea*].

When I was in college/university/whatever I met some guys who used political meetings as a chance to meet girls. Communist girls were very famous during the Revolución Pingüina (Penguin revolution) in 2011 like (now minister) Camila Vallejo. None of them used fake beards, tho.

Dear Bingo Little, you don't think that maybe it's a bit too early to start with expropriations? How can you invite a group of people to the house of a friend and demand food?

There's a Comrade Butt, a horse, too much food and tea but I don't know how Jeeves can use it to help Bingo and Bertie. And yes, I'm more than sure that Jeeves will be the one solving this. He's the brain of this duo.

[idanit]

ok now i need to know about your niche country-specific jeeves AU

"Every valet takes great pride / in cooking what his husband likes" an edit of a makatka by @maidblues

(You've probably forgotten about sending this ask. I almost forgot I had a reply sitting in my drafts.)

This is incredibly niche and very hard to do for numerous reasons, but I've been thinking about a Polish Jeeves AU for a good while now. I'm not the best person to come up with the best way to cut almost all politics out from a story set in the 1920s in a country that has just become sovereign and is about to go through some further enormous transformations, so I'm not going to try very hard. Wodehouse's stories already take place in an idyllic sort of fantasy on the theme of interwar and postwar Britain, so I suppose a Polish AU would have to just lean into that even harder.

(Polish aristocracts lost their legal protections in 1921, but let's not think about it too much. Don't think about how you could possibly make "Comrade Bingo" work in a post-1920 Poland either. Etc., etc.)

So we've established that this would have to be some sort of barely recognisable fairytale Poland. But something in me is compelled by the idea of trying this out anyway because there are not a lot of wodehousian stories in Polish literature of the time. Not a lot of comedy without other genres mixed in in general. And one does wonder what it would look like.

Names are tricky. I want Bertram to be Bartłomiej or Bartosz (Bartek in the diminutive). @maidblues likes to give him the surname of Kogucik (rooster) and I toyed with the idea of giving him the Kur (another word for rooster) crest.

As for Jeeves's name, his case is more complicated because as far as I know servants in Poland were usually called by their masters by their first name, and the most common servant (as well as Polish in general) name would probably be Jan. So I'm tempted to make Reginald Jeeves a Jan Regulski or a Jan Reguła (reguła means "a rule").

This choice has the advantage of turning the "Jeeves?" / "Yes, sir?" exchange into "Janie?" / "Tak, jaśnie panie?". It rhymes. I find this amusing.

Servants at the time were overwhelmingly female, especially those who worked alone and for a single person/household, but we're going to ignore that.

Bertie is an aristocrat living in Warsaw, since it's the capital city, but his family is from some Mazovian dworek (manor house).

Aristocracy was not quite as much of an exclusive club as it was in Britain (some historians say it made up 10% of Polish society). Bertie probably says his ancestors fought at Grunwald, but he would likely bring up the Romanticism and the XVII century a lot as well, because they were as alive in the Polish public consciousness of the time as Middle Ages were in the mind of a certain kind of Englishman. Bertie could lean into something commonly called "the pride of the Sarmatians" (duma sarmacka).

Bertie's school is important. Everything depends on this, I think — Bertie's language, his friends, his club. Wealthy aristocrats did send their children abroad sometimes, so he could even have a typical British public school education even if he'd be unlikely to attend Eton and Oxford, specifically, but this feels like a cop-out, so I'm going to assume he was a student at some Polish university and not think about it too much lest I get caught up in the timelines of what university in what partition of Poland it would make sense for him to attend.

Bertie's way of speaking. My heart wants to make Bertie use some elements from the Warsaw subdialect because it's very fun and it would fit him, but regrettably, I think it's too working-class for him. I am fascinated by the idea of Bertie borrowing words from German and Russian in addition to French, though. He'd probably make use of some form of gwara uczniowska (student slang), too.

And Jeeves could know the Warsaw subdialect well, even if he would probably not use it while speaking to the members of the aristocracy (I'm pretty sure an early version of canon Jeeves spoke with a subtle Cockney accent, calling Bertie "guv’nor"). I wanted to make him a Warsaw local, perhaps with some family in the countryside, perhaps in the former Prussian partition, since I think the level of literacy was higher there and I need a way for Jeeves to have a chance of getting some education.

The Drones. There were no gentlemen's clubs, so I think the Drones would have to be a coffeehouse, a restaurant, or a szynk / pub called "Truteń"/"U Trutnia"/"Pod Trutniem". It's a significant change because they were not exclusive places, but it's the best I can think of. Coffeehouses in particular had a rich tradition as cultural places where people spent hours and hours on discussions. I think a Polish equivalent of a Drones Club could even serve as a tongue-in-cheek satire on artistic groups like Skamandryci. The Polish Drones would just have to take their gambling elsewhere. (@maidblues came up with another name for a Drones-like place that served food: Darmozjad. I love the pun — the word means someone useless, lit. someone who eats for free.)

As for the Junior Ganymede (Ganimedes), I think it would be a stowarzyszenie (club/society) without its own venue. Its members would probably meet at regular conventions. Here, I see an opportunity of some comedic nods to the tradition of "zjazdy", which in the centuries past were politically significant meetings of the aristocracy.

Bertie sings Mieczysław Fogg's songs.

Jeeves knows quotes from Mickiewicz and Słowacki (Polish Romantic poets) by heart.

Bertie is bi/multillingual enough to run off to Paris instead of New York City every now and then. Not quite putting an ocean between you and your aunt, but far enough for Ciotka Agata not to follow him.

I'm unlikely to ever finish writing anything for Jeeves in Polish, so, to finish things off, have this contextless excerpt from some draft of mine:

Mam na myśli tyle tylko, że podczas półtygodniowego pobytu, w którym jaśnie panowi udało się wpaść do sadzawki, zaręczyć, zostać pogryzionym, rozsierdzić Spodkowskiego i obrazić trzy stateczne matrony, choć nie dokładnie w tej kolejności, Jan ocalił mój ulubiony garnitur (bez krawata), zgrabnie mnie odręczył, opatrzył i odwiózł do Warszawy, a skroni jego nie zrosiła nawet mgiełka potu. Wspaniały człowiek. Obsypałem go, rzecz jasna, pewną ilością marek, ale wydawało mi się to zgoła niewystarczające. Dusza moja śpiewała, wolna jak ptak bez obrączki, a mój wybawca miał z tego tylko trochę świstków papieru, które i tak natychmiast wyśle rodzinie spoza stolicy — znałem go doskonale.

[karabin4ik]

AU where Jeeves and Bertie have known each other since childhood. First meeting at a boarding school for boys, where Bertie studies and Reggie works. (They are about the same age)

(I wrote everything through a translator, so forgive me if there is strange text in some places)

While all the students are running away for lunch, Jeeves slips into the empty courtyard with a little book. And so, approaching a spreading tree that is popular with some groups of boys, he notices a curly-haired young man hanging upside down.

The suspended boy clung to the ropes and his bound legs, and his face was red from the blood rushing to his head. He didn’t call for help, he just groaned and cursed in words that were understandable to a boarding school student at that time.

Reggie didn't deliberately try to walk silently, but it just so happened that the curly-haired boy didn't notice him until the very moment Jeeves stood two steps away from the bound one. Only fragments of phrases, for unknown reasons, including “holy ducklings” reached the ears, until the student finally noticed him.

In the seconds during which he focused his gaze behind Jeeves, the boy’s face brightened and became radiantly sunny.

- Hey fellow! - the boy exclaimed cheerfully, not forgetting to wave his hand casually.

Jeeves still watched silently, for the sake of decency he only closed the book. Raising his head, he began to examine the ropes that tied the boy’s legs.

- How are you doing? why aren't you at lunch? - the curly haired boy did not let up. Meanwhile, his face became even more bloodshot, which looked extremely unhealthy. - I haven't seen you among the classes before, you know!

Having walked around him in a circle, during which the student tried to follow Reggie with his gaze, he raised an eyebrow questioningly:

- Do you need help? - He asked.

The boy's face took on the appearance of a disoriented hare for a second, after which he looked up at his bound limbs for a few seconds. After that, he made an overly serene sound like "Hah" with a slight wave of his hand.

- Oh, are you talking about this? Well, it's not that I really need help, I'm just... hanging my jaw, you know. Useful stretching, otherwise I missed my morning exercises. - He smiled, but it was clear that this was becoming more and more difficult for him.

Jeeves looked incredulously from the acquaintance's ankles tied to the branch to his face, which was beginning to merge with his reddish curls. It seems he heard somewhere about red bats...what were they called...? And this bat, meanwhile, told that he was studying here, like his friends, who, by an incredibly funny coincidence, became the organizers of his upside-down pastime.

- Ducklings! Sorry, we don’t even know each other! - He shook off his hands and extended his palm to his interlocutor (if you can call a person who uttered just one phrase an interlocutor) - My name is Bertie!

Reggie glanced at his hand, then turned around to put the book aside. Then he returned the handshake in the same way, nevertheless looking somewhere upward:

- Reginald Jeeves. I work here, so you haven't seen me in classes.

Bertie had already stopped shaking his hand, but his new acquaintance still did not let go. Wooster looked a little nervously into the blue eyes opposite him and coughed awkwardly.

- Ummm heey buddy, nice to meet you and all that... Could you...

Reginald raised his eyebrows slightly, but his face did not look arrogant, rather as if he suddenly saw a large dragonfly on Bertie’s nose.

- Excuse me, but how long have you been hanging here?

Bertie made a thoughtful face, at the same moment he never stopped trying to unobtrusively stick his hand out of Reggie's hand. The whole thing swayed slightly from side to side, reminiscent of a metronome from a music cabinet.

- I don’t know, it must have been since my comrades ran away to fill their bellies. Add a couple more minutes that we laughed together and I tried to pull myself up for an argument... in general, about 10 minutes I think

Jeeves shook his head in displeasure. Bertie didn’t even have time to begin to be indignant when he, grabbing Wooster’s hand tightly, pulled himself up on his toes and pulled the ends of the ropes a couple of times. Those (ropes) quickly began to chatter and immediately unraveled, causing Bertie to fall down. If it weren’t for the clutch obligingly clinging to him, Wooster would definitely have kissed the ground in a completely unknightly manner.

- Whoa! - Bertie grabbed the clothes of his liberator with a breath - T-thank you very much, buddy! It’s a pity, of course, to interrupt the training, you know, but I don’t think I’ve thought through the landing at all... You’re really my savior.

Reginald let go of his hand, but not so quickly that Bertie immediately fell. His new acquaintance laughed a little more in between jumping on one leg or the other, trying to get out of the ropes. Having picked up the book, Jeeves turned around so that he could now see Bertie from a normal perspective. A curly-haired, smiling boy with big blue eyes radiated some kind of inexpressible summer lightness and perkiness. Judging by his stories, he has friends, so why did they leave him in such limbo? Apparently, something related to gambling.

- No need for gratitude, just be careful: staying upside down for a long time can be very dangerous.

Throwing away the last curl of the vine that bound him, Bertie straightened up and clumsily placed his hands on his hips. He was still a little unsteady, but stood firmly on his feet. He didn’t even shake himself off after the fall, so dust and grass remained on his trouser legs. Jeeves grimaced for a second when he looked at this, but he could not fully understand what was the matter. Looking at Reggie, Bertram gradually smiled more and more until he finally laughed. Jeeves also involuntarily broke into a smile.

- Hahaha! Listen, ammm.. Jeeves, would you like...

But then Bertie was interrupted by the sonorous voice of a boy from the side of the building. With black, styled hair and glasses with large eyepieces, he ran towards them waving one hand and holding a small purse slung over his shoulder with the other. An elderly woman in a strict dark dress walked quickly and briskly behind him. With this motley duet, the Bertie recognized his classmate Gussie and his teacher Miss A. It seems that he finally called for help, due to Bertie’s long absence.

- Bertie, Bertie! We're on our way! Sorry it took so long, I hid the tadpoles from Cheese, he would definitely try to throw them away, he always leaves the dining room before me to do this!

Miss A, meanwhile, did not lag behind, and her voice sounded even louder, spreading throughout the yard:

- Wooster! What have you done again, scoundrel? Why not at lunch, do you want to go without food for the coming day?

Bertie quickly turned to his new acquaintance, flashing a nervous smile to apologize for the inconvenience. However, neither behind nor in the area was there a single living soul, which is why the smile quickly faded, giving way to confusion. As if there was no blue-eyed silent savior. Honestly! Bertie checked behind the tree, looked around and even under his own sole!

Then Gussie ran up to him, clinging to his sleeve with his hand:

- Bertie, are you okay? You fell?

The teacher also walked under the shade of a tree, towering heavily over the boys and displeasedly looking around at the tree wrapped in ropes and the soiled clothes of the culprit of the rescue operation.

- Bertram Wilberforce Wooster, please tell me where you got the rope and why you made this display, including your inappropriate appearance?

Bertie stood for a while and looked at the place where he had recently been suspended like some caterpillar that at some point in its life realized that it wanted to learn to fly.

And then he turned to the teacher and absentmindedly began to explain how he wanted to weave a hammock by stealing ropes from the boarding house barn, simultaneously giving signs to Gussie to keep quiet about their friends.

[dragonbma]

Miscellaneous Sky City folk (mainly Reginald and Milo) rambles because I can:

Being the head guard, Captain Reginald’s main priorities are tending to Benedict and Isa. What time he doesn’t spend with them, he’s usually at the jail making sure order is maintained and prisoners are well-kept. Because of this, he doesn’t spend much time outside with the residents of Sky City like the other guards do.

Being so close with Benedict, Reginald understands how crucial every little resource is. In his eyes, the worst crime (aside from harming the Eversource) is to purposely throw something into the void.

Reginald first met Milo when he was imprisoned for “egregious wasting of resources.” The captain was appalled to hear someone had dropped a block over the edge, but upon overhearing a conversation between Milo and another cellmate, he quickly learned it was an accident and felt bad for the poor man lamenting the loss of his garden. He did attempt to convince Isa to let Milo out, explaining things as a misunderstanding. However, Isa declined, stating that if she bent the rules for one person, she’d have to bend them for everyone. Although she did entrust a dirt block with Reginald to plant near Milo’s inn to replace the one he lost. :]

Time in the cell made Milo bitter. Before that, the innkeeper always been an upstanding citizen. He felt betrayed that his little mistake had not been seen as an accident considering he had no previous record of troublemaking. (Unless you count advocating for a less strict system of resource distribution troublemaking.) Chatting with Reginald was one of the only things that kept him sane in the dungeon. Milo often asked how his inn was faring without him and had occasional questions about the Eversource. I don’t have a good idea of how long he was imprisoned, but he does describe it as “a very, very long time” so I’m lead to believe a few years at least. (Maybe 5-10 or 15 at most?)

WOW WHERE HAVE I HEARD THAT BEFORE?

JOKING. I highly doubt he was in the cell for 30-40 years.

Ok sorry back to the rant. When he was finally released, Milo was overjoyed to find a dirt block with a small flower waiting for him outside the inn. He assumed one of his friends requested it for him.

The punishment for discarding resources over the edge is not only time in jail, but also having your requests for more resources revoked. This ensures that no one maliciously continues wasting materials. This is also a major reason Milo started Build Club: the law no longer allowed his requests for resources to be granted. :[

Build Club spawned out of Milo’s idea of a better world where he and his comrades had the freedom to create whatever they wanted with no regulations. It started with him rambling about his ideas to those who stayed in the inn and to his surprise, his beliefs were shared among many of them. Eventually his friends opted to save their requested resources to create the hideaway that would harbor the rebellion. Milo also had suspicions that land existed beneath the city, but Isa forbade him from trying to test his theory as it was dangerous and would likely result in loss of resources if he didn’t get himself killed first.

Guards seem unphased by outsiders which leads me to believe that people do occasionally enter Sky City, but probably use ender pearls to travel between islands? Honestly I have no good explanation for why the guards are so nonchalant to “strangers.”

The iron golem Jesse created in Build Club looks out for the residents while they get accustomed to life on the ground. It especially likes following Milo and the club members around. Isa probably questioned where the heck it came from and Milo accidentally let slip that it was from Build Club. “WHAT IS BUILD CLUB?” “Uh… oops.”

It took everyone a while to warm up to the Aiden after everything that happened, but the Blaze Rods did eventually redeem themselves.

The creeper explosion left Captain Reginald with burn scars. While he still does his best to take care of the founder, the sight or sound of a creeper causes him to freeze up.

Reginald calls Benedict “ma’am.” Send post. 🐓

Most of the folk in Sky City are tall. Not Milo though. He’s short.

Bonus: When I first played Order Up, it took me forever to choose whether to turn myself in or flee because I couldn’t decide whether I liked Reginald or Milo more. (Too many of my decisions are based on me wanting to get character dialogue.) Having played through both their paths MULTIPLE TIMES, I still can’t decide. They’re both neat.

That’s all I have. See y’all on the other side.

[dandorime]

On a mission deep inside a secret Zoraxis facility...

Reginald: Anything suspicious yet, agent?

Phoenix: Not a damn thing. All these machines are in excellent condition, and there's OSHA-compliant signage and safeguards everywhere... Are you sure this is even a Zoraxis factory?

Suddenly the lights turn on, and a voice booms over the PA system...

???: Good evening, comrade Phoenix.

Phoenix: (◎_◎;) OH SHI-

Reginald: Strange, I don't recognize that voice... This could be a new Zoraxis operative. Be careful, agent! (｡ŏ_ŏ)

Phoenix: Alright, you caught me. Now show yourself! (૭｡•̀ n•́｡ )૭

???: But of course. Since we're not on company time...

With the flourish of a large picket sign, a woman in overalls and a teamsters t-shirt steps out of the shadows onto the catwalk overhead.

???: A pleasure to have you on site, Agent Phoenix.

Phoenix: Who are you?! ಠ_ಠ

???: I am... The Rep.

Phoenix: ...what?!

The Rep: ...The Rep. Union representative. Zoraxis Workers United #73.

Phoenix: ...huh... (°-°?)

The Rep: You need to wear a hard hat at all times on the factory floor, even when the machinery is powered down. It's a contractual obligation. 🫱⛑️

Phoenix: Oh. Uh... Thanks. ⛑️

The Rep: And don't forget to clock your overtime on the puncher in the locker room when you leave.

Phoenix: (•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ )Um... Listen. You realize I'm an EOD agent, right? That I don't actually work here...?

The Rep leans in close, placing a hand on Phoenix's shoulder as she does so.

The Rep: And you realize that your shenanigans produce a living wage for close to 10,000 unionized welders, electricians, plumbers, carpenters, stonemasons, miners, and mechanics under Zoraxis Industries, right? (σ-`д･´)

Phoenix: ...oh.（・□・；）

The Rep: *pat pat* Keep it up. ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )

[oreothefox715]

A Rather confusing question.

Wolf searched around the airship for Reginald. Normally she didn’t really interact with the Brit too much or even went out of her way to talk to him. But this time she needed too, upon spotting her comrade she marched over to him like a solider on a mission. She put her hand on his shoulder which caused the man to jump and yelp in surprise.

“WHA- o-oh uh…h-hey Ms W-Wolf…” Reginald stuttered when he realized the blacksmith was behind him.

“Hey Reginald I need to ask you something.” Wolf said looking down at the man in front of her, not phased by the Brit’s obvious fear of her.

“Y-yes Ms W-Wolf?” Reginald asked his voice barely above a whisper. His mind was going a million miles a second. Did he do something wrong? She didn’t seem mad…but then again Wolf was decent at masking what she was feeling. Did something happen? If so what wa-

“How much would it cost to get 500 pounds of iron?” Wolf asked interrupting Reginald’s thoughts.

“I-uh what?” Reginald asked as he tried to process the question he was asked. When he did he looked up at Wolf.

“Why do you need 500 pounds of iron?” He asked confused.

“If I’m going to make weapons and armor, and traps for our crusade, I need the materials needed. Most I already have but I’m running low on iron.” Wolf explained.

“Uh…again I ask why 500 pounds?” Reginald repeated.

“Don’t question my methods Copperbottom.” Wolf growled her voice like ice and her gaze intense telling Reginald he shouldn’t ask anymore questions.

“Y-yes Ma’am! I-I don’t know off the top of my head but I-if you follow me to my office I’ll g-get the information you need…” Reginald stammered as a cold chill went down his spine.

“Alright lead the way then.” Wolf agreed and she followed Reginald to his office. That’ll be one thing off her makeshift list taken care of.

(This mini story definitely isn’t as good as my first one but screw it :3)

@crown-of-roses-thsc

[rambleonwithrosie]

To say nothing of "it wouldn't be British to ski or sled so let's just die in snow shoes with our ponies"

Also when you take your xenophobia to the level that you won't deign to ask the native inhabitants for assistance even though they're RIGHT THERE so you die within sight of people who could have saved you after you already ate some of your comrades. Like when you so racist you'd rather eat Reginald than ask the Inuit peoples for some help

i know it's because they didn't have the kind of modern medical knowledge we do back then but reading about polar exploration history is hysterical in hindsight because so many of these guys heard accounts from their fellow explorers describing the absolutely hellish obstacles they faced from both the extreme environment and their own mental and physical deterioration and were like "skill issue" and then went there to prove it and encountered the exact same problems

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"TWO FIREMEN DIE IN LONDON BLAZE," Toronto Star. March 5, 1933. Page 9. ---- In a fire which swept the Hunt Flour Mills, London, Ont., Saturday night, two veteran firemen died trapped on the sixth floor, while two jumped 90 feet into a net held by their comrades. Several others were injured. The photographs here show: (1) Deputy Chief Stanley Scruby, dead. (2) Assistant Chief John Mitchell, who was rescued down, an aerial from where he and others were trapped on the fifth floor. (3) The flour mills, showing how fire men jumped into a net. (4) Scene at the blaze. (5) Lieut. Arthur Hartop, dead. (6) Fireman Pat Kirk, taken to hospital gassed. (7) Fireman. Harry West, in hospital from sprained wrists from holding the life nets with which his comrades jumped. (8) Fireman George Geddes, knee injuries. (9) Fireman Reginald others Walters, one of two who escaped by a 90-foot plunge to the net. (10) Fireman Norman Wight, the other who jumped, and (11) Fireman L Fluhrer, almost suffocated.

[ask-thsc-blog]

Reginald began his speech, talking about all what has happened to the safe houses, to the hideouts and the team that where tricked into going on loosing missions and captured by the Wall, how he doesn't want any more damage done to the clan and find a way to rescue their comrades before something else happened

And then he talked about burying the hatched with the Govs

:o

[eirinstiva]

Le soleil brillera toujours!

Second and final part of "Comrade Bingo" and I'm trying to put into English words my opinion on Bingo Little but I'm laughing so hard that I can't translate it. At least I'll try~

Bingo, esto te pasa por weón no más. [Bingo, this happens to you just for being dumb]

A threatening letter? Just to get money from your uncle and to impress the girl of the moment?

“Bertie, my lad,” said Bingo, taking me earnestly by the coat-sleeve, “I had an excellent reason. Posterity may say of me what it will, but one thing it can never say⁠—that I have not a good solid business head. Look here!” He waved a bit of paper in front of my eyes. “Great Scott!” It was a cheque⁠—an absolute, dashed cheque for fifty of the best, signed Bittlesham, and made out to the order of R. Little. “What’s that for?” “Expenses,” said Bingo, pouching it. “You don’t suppose an investigation like this can be carried on for nothing, do you?

Oh, shut up!

Ocean Breeze losing the race is just karma for using Bertie's flat for a meeting. Also, Bingo tries to make a plan but changes it at last minute, get distracted by another woman, or forgot to pay attention to all the details, or he's to upset for losing money... Bingo needs to be a more cold headed like Jeeves.

Comrade Butt has his revenge! And he made it in public, in front of Lord Bittlesham and a crowd. Thanks to the police this didn't get worse.

They look like wet cats~

“What beats me is how the dickens the thing happened. I mean, how did the chappie Butt ever get to know who he was?” Jeeves coughed. “There, sir, I fear I may have been somewhat to blame.”

I KNEW IT! My dear Jeeves!!! He just needed a few words to Comrade Butt and everything snowballed from there. Did it on purpose or it was an accident? Are we sure Jeeves told that accidentally? As chilean and communist comedian Bombo Fica would say: Sospechosa la weá [suspicious thing/derogative, joking]. However, Jeeves deserves that money.

Will Bingo learn his lesson? No, because being a bit (a lot) dumb and lovesick is essential in Bingo's personality. He always will have his mom friend Bertie to support him and Jeeves to at least think about the consecuences of everybody's actions.

Maybe this is the end of Bingo's political career and the end of another romance, but don't worry comrade Bingo, as L'Internationale says "the sun will always shine!"

[avi-on-jumblr]

super disjointed thoughts ahead:

extremely extremely fascinating read, thank you for sharing OP. i'm very tired so only went through it once but will come back to this to read more in-depth. i do have some major ideological disagreements with anti-zionism, or at least the form that like 99% of anti-zionism seems to take. but I think one of the most important fundamentals of any conversation is internal consistency, and this letter definitely has that.

this is probably something frustrating for anarchist anti-zionists as well, when other anti-zionists have blatantly self-contradictory antisemitic double standards, opposing any form of jewish self-determination/sovereignty, but supporting the idea for every other group. emma goldman makes phenomenal points relating to this here:

In claiming the right of the Arabs to keep out Jewish immigration from Palestine, our good friend is guilty of the same breach of Socialism as his comrade, John McGovern. To be sure the latter makes himself the champion of British Imperialism while Reginald Reynolds sponsors Arab capitalist rights. That is bad enough for a revolutionary socialist. Worse still is the inconsistency in pleading on behalf of land monopoly, to which the Arabs alone should have the right. Perhaps my revolutionary education has been sadly neglected, but I have been taught that the land should belong to those who till the soil. With all of his deep-seated sympathies with the Arabs, our comrade cannot possibly deny that the Jews in Palestine have tilled the soil. Tens of thousands of them, young and deeply devout idealists, have flocked to Palestine, there to till the soil under the most trying pioneer conditions. They have reclaimed wastelands and have turned them into fertile fields and blooming gardens. Now I do not say that therefore Jews are entitled to more rights than the Arabs, but for an ardent socialist to say that the Jews have no business in Palestine seems to me rather a strange kind of socialism.

while i do deeply believe in the necessity of israel as a jewish state, i absolutely believe it should not be to the exclusion of the palestinian people, or any other peoples. supporting only jewish self-determination in the land would absolutely be inconsistent.

at the same time, it's difficult to wrestle with idealistic political viewpoints i'd hold (totally open boarders, all land for everyone) in a perfect and kind world, versus the world we live in now, and the steps that would be necessary in achieving that perfect world. we want cooperation and mutual understanding to be the way forward, but we can't just skip all the steps that we'd need to take to get there. it would just be detrimental to the safety of everyone.

like i think people who are moral all want peace. lasting peace, and freedom, and safety for everyone. i just don't see how self-consistent anti-zionism (which i'm slapdash defining as "opposing a jewish nation while also equally opposing all countries/borders") could be a useful or practical stance in the short-term. even just in the next 20 years, it doesn't seem constructive or actionable. and if it isn't meant to be actionable exactly, like if it's just an ideal position people are holding for a very far-off future, how does it add to the conversation now?

very tired so some of this might not tie together. super open to discussion though, especially if i've misconstrued/misinterpreted anything!

edit: that said, i definitely also recognize that identifying as a zionist can also be super unhelpful without qualifying what that individually means, considering that nobody agrees on the definition, and also considering that many in the pro-palestine movement just genuinely seem to believe the specific definition is "supporting colonialism and genocide"

Y’all know a desire to return to our homeland and live there isn’t the same thing as wanting to make a state in that land, right?

Damn a lot of you need to read more anarchist literature

[namequest]

Dear Trickster Deity of all fandoms

I would like apologize for when, in my foolish youth, I dared to express how much it baffled me that people watching Sherlock were so enamoured with British snark and especially with shipping Sherlock and Watson.

I still don't see the appeal of the ship, but clearly my hubris has been punished because during my quarantine I've fallen into a Wodehouse craze and my every waking moment is filled with conjectures on how to make every single character gay, how in love Jeeves and Wooster are and how much I'd love to be topped by a fictional and allegedly heterosexual woman named Honoria Glossop.

[gabrielokun]

[flamingredanon]

Welcome to my little Tumblr blog here, my name is FlamingRedAnon but you can call me Lizzy as well. I'm autistic, go by she/her, am a panromantic ace and my B-Day is May 30th.

My main fandom is The Henry Stickmin Collection currently, but I also enjoy Megaman (especially the X series including Command Mission), Castlevania, Shovel Knight, Mario especially the various RPG series, the Tales of series but especially Symphonia, Vesperia, Abyss and the two Xillias, lots of older animes and I enjoy things like birds, wings, vampires and some musicals like Cats and Phantom of the Opera.

I can also be found on Instagram, Twitter, Bluesky, and AO3 going by FlamingRedAnon as well, and I currently have a comic blog about my Fantasy AU over at @thscfantasyau and my multi ship blog is @lizzysthscshipsblog and when writing requests open back up they will be found on a side blog for everyone's sanity (aka this will be edited to show said blog when the time comes)

I am not currently taking THSC art requests.

Also proshippers can kindly go elsewhere as you are not welcomed here.

Anyone can take any ideas, AUs or ramblings you see on my blog and make your own stuff with it, I am ok with comic/content dubs as long as credit is given and my ask box is always open.

My art and writing however are off limits to any type of AI.

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And here is a list of some (not ship focused) AUs I have, which are written underneath here so the pinned post isn't too long, and apologies in advance for some of the AUs not having names

(WIP at the moment)

Toppat Galeforce AU, a story where Galeforce was a spy in the Toppat Clan during Terrence's reign, but decides to stay with the Toppats and become leader after dethroning Reginald, who had just dethroned Terrence minutes before.

Galeforce ropes in Dmitri Petrov (and maybe even Misha) as his second and now has to deal with a pissed off Government because of the betrayal and the duo of Reginald and Terrence (think Team Rocket shenanigans)

Vampire Trio AU, formally known as the Vampire AU, stories about the Toppat Coven and the current vampire lord and his lovers, Lord Reginald Copperbottom, Right Handman Galeforce and Henry Stickmin, dealing with balancing peace with the Red Mesa village, Dmitri Petrov and his Vampire Hunters and keeping their fellow vampires safe.

There is a darker bad end of the AU featuring Reginald going by Fallen Reginald, getting revenge on anyone that could be held responsible for the deaths of Henry and Right while trying to find some way to go back in time to try to save them.

A Darkened Left Hand AU or ADLH for short, a darker story about Revenged going wrong for Henry and him getting rewired to becoming a Toppat weapon known as Left Hand Man, the story bouncing between Left and the Toppats, Charles Calvin and his band of comrades known as the Rescue Team who want to save Henry, and the Government who want to stop the Toppats at any cost.

(note that any posts that deal with the weapon Left will also be tagged with the ADLH AU tag while the OC Left will not have such tags)

Timeline Wilford AU, a story of Sir Wilford IV having timeline powers but things going wrong because of trying to force a new choice, leaving him void bound untill a chance meeting with a young man named Henry Stickmin with his own timeline powers lets him be able to go back and forth from the void.

Now Wilford tries his best to teach Henry about what he knows so that Henry avoids making the same mistake that left him void bound, slowly catching up with what he had missed after disappearing and hoping that one day he would be free from his punishment.

Wall Ellie AU, a story about Ellie Rose Petrov, daughter of Dmitri Petrov, who sets up the whole event of Toppat Civil War and has almost the entirety of the Toppats locked up after sabotaging the rocket launch, minus Henry and the Good Gents and technically Reginald and Right.

Henry now has to figure out a way to rescue everyone from the Wall and deal with the frozen rose herself.

(Currently has multiple paths which includes Ellie dying, Dmitri dying in Ellie's place and Henry needing to come up with a plan with just his Good Gents)

Unknown AU name yet, but the story is about a Toppat King Henry with timeline powers, currently being haunted by the ghosts from three past bad timelines, a Jewel Baron Henry who goes by The Baron or JB, Free Man Right Hand Man who goes by Fright, and Revenged Reginald or just Rev.

Ruby Wilford AU, a smaller story about Sir Wilford IV getting his strength from the cursed Romanian Ruby, with Terrence and Reginald accidentally finding out this secret one night and the chaos that happens afterwards.

Henry is Terrence AU, multiple ideas and stories about Henry Stickmin actually being Terrence Suave himself, sometimes because of amnesia or just making a new identity for himself, with his paths either helping the Toppats and atoning for his bad leadership, joining the Government and carving out a new path in life, or getting revenge on the Toppats or even Reginald for being dethroned.

Right Hand Man Green AUs based off of RHMG, darker stories featuring Charles Calvin's failed attempt at trying to run off with evidence about Right being Green, getting turned into a fellow Toppat Killer cyborg called Charlie and the reverb that has with the story, or of Toppat Killer Copper, formally known as Reginald Copperbottom who fell for Galeforce's and Dr. V's trick and was promptly captured without most other Toppat not knowing what happened.

(I may expand on those later and give both stories a happier ending)

Breaking the Cycle AU, an Ending the Cycle AU that features Henry getting tired of all the loops and deciding to take over the mysterious Pocket Watch Clan, with some help from Charles and Right.

After Henry becomes the new Father Time and explains everything to Right and Charles, the three friends work to not just end the timeline cycle, but break it and each creating their own timelines, not knowing that power can corrupt goals and cause even more trouble.

Not quite a complete Adventure Time AU but has a few of the same themes, a story of Terrence Suave slowly losing himself to his timeline powers and becoming Gadget Gabe and of Randy Radman joining the CCC to try to save Terrence from his chaos no matter the cost.

Sword Henry AU, a story about Henry wielding the Biggol Sword and getting revenge on Reginald Copperbottom and the Toppat Elites on behalf of his father, Terrence Suave. Lots of sword fighting ensues.

CCC Experiments AU, an AU that features Terrence, Right and Reginald being escaped CCC experiments with different types of chaos powers, joining the Toppat Clan and figuring out things while hiding their abilities so that they aren't found out.

Henry Petrov AU, a story that was originally about Henry being Dmitri's son that was kidnapped as a child and the two reuniting after Special Brovert Ops but then changed to Henry growing up in the Wall and eventually teaming up with the Government (with Dmitri's cautious permission) to find out the person that killed his mother years ago.

Wall Revenged AU (not the exact title) is an AU where Dmitri and the Wall staff save Henry after Betrayed instead of Dr V, offering him, Wilhelm Krieghaus, Sureshot Sherman and Ahnoldt Schwarz a place among the Wall as bounty hunters, as long as they help the Wall take down the Toppats.

With Reginald having betrayed everyone in some way, they all accept, leading to quite the different face off at the Dogobogo Jungle.

Government Reginald AU, a story of Reginald Copperbottom being a Government spy