Picspam Meme, Post #1: Jeeves/Bertie!
My first post for the picspam meme! This is for severa, who requested a Jeeves/Bertie picspam.
In making this picspam, I vaguely thought about coming up with some sort of theme for it, other than just, "Caps of Jeeves and Bertie being omg adorable", but they ARE omg adorable. They are totally my happy warm fuzzy OTP, because no matter what danger looms, whether it's an engagement to a dreaded female, the wrath of wannabe fascist dictators, the unlawful schemes of an aunt or relation, or a lack of household harmony due to a grave sartorial misstep, everything will undoubtedly be back to its rightful boomps-a-daisy state by the end of the story or episode -- engagement dissolved, dictators and aunts mollified, and any offending ties/hats/handkerchiefs/jackets disposed of.
A Gentleman and His Gentleman's Personal Gentleman
A Jeeves/Bertie picspam
(As portrayed by Messrs Fry and Laurie)
Okay, granted, it might not have been love at first sight with these two.
-Jeeves: I was set by the agency, sir. I was given to understand that you require a valet.
-Bertie: ...
-Jeeves: Very good, sir.
It was probably more like love at first sip of Jeeves's hangover cure.
-Jeeves: If you would drink this, sir. It's a little preparation of my own invention. Gentlemen have told me that they find it extremely invigorating after a late evening.
*Bertie drinks, and then flails in his chair for about a minute.*
-Bertie: I say! I say! You're engaged!
-Jeeves: Thank you, sir. My name is Jeeves.
Not everyone, though, gets their relationship.
-Jeeves: Apartment 51, please. Mr Wooster is the new tenant there, and I am his manservant, Jeeves.
-Elevator Attendant: Apartment 51 it is. You gentlemen got some visitors.
-Bertie: There you are, you see, Jeeves? The natives are friendly. A welcoming party already.
-Elevator Attendant: You his what?
-Jeeves: His manservant. His gentleman's personal gentleman. His valet.
-Elevator Attendant: What kind of dough you get for a job like that?
-Jeeves: I am not at liberty to divulge that information. I can only say that the remuneration is ample.
*Bertie and Jeeves leave the elevator*
-Elevator Attendant: Remuneration? Divulge? Mmmmmm-HMMMM.
(The Elevator Attendant, though, knows what's going on.)
Despite being all, you know, British and stuff, as Man and Valet they are rather relaxed when it comes to a sense of personal space:
(There's a whole empty bench there, boys, you don't have to sit shoulder-to-shoulder, you know.)
Or a sense of privacy, really.
(Yeah, like this picspam wasn't going to include caps of WET, NAKED HUGH LAURIE.)
And, obviously, it's Jeeves's job to help Bertie get dressed.
But he does seem to enjoy his work:
I, uh, may have just taken this cap because of the wrist!porn.
But, yeah, adorable.
You know how I was talking about the personal space and touching thing? Bertie's first reaction, upon being surprised by his friend Barmy, is to clutch onto Jeeves.
And he stays clutching onto Jeeves even after he figures out it's Barmy.
Any way you look at it, though, it has to be said that they're a lot closer than you would expect a gentleman and his valet to be, considering that they pretty much go everywhere together. For example, the seaside:
Picnics at the races:
The seaside again:
Here they are getting ready to run away together to the south of France (no, really):
And, of course, to New York:
This picture is not here to make any sort of point, I just have a thing for Jeeves wearing those little bands around his sleeves.
Oh! Oh! There are duets on the piano!
Several of them!
Although their singing duets are not always, how to put this, in harmony.
(Seriously, go watch this scene on YouTube. Jeeves and Bertie singing in falsetto. It never fails to crack me up.)
And, of course, for everything that Jeeves does to help Bertie out of the soup, Bertie is also there to comfort Jeeves whenever he faces his own distressing situations:
-Bertie: What on earth is the matter, Jeeves? Jeeves?
-Jeeves: I apologise, sir. It was unforgivable of me. I shall be better, directly. It's just... Mr Little's tie, sir. It has little horseshoes on it.
-Bertie: Oh, yes, yes, I noticed that. Mmmm.
-Jeeves: It is sometimes difficult to just shrug these things off, sir.
-Rocky: Do you realise I don't usually get out of my pajamas until five in the afternoon? And then I just put on a sweater, like this!
-Bertie: Don't listen, Jeeves!
-Jeeves: *anguished sob*
-Bertie: Jeeves? I'm sorry Jeeves, you shouldn't have heard that.
-Jeeves: I shall be better directly, sir.
Heaven help Bertie, though, if he should be the one to cause Jeeves sartorial anguish.
-Jeeves: I am sorting through these clothes, sir. These are for repairs, and these for discarding.
-Bertie: Oh, wait a second! This white mess jacket is brand new!
-Jeeves: I assumed it had got into your wardrobe by mistake, sir. Or else that it had been placed there by your enemies.
-Bertie: I will have you know, Jeeves, that I bought this in Cannes.
-Jeeves: And wore it, sir?
-Bertie: Every night, at the casino. Beautiful women tried to catch my eye.
-Jeeves: Presumably they thought you were a waiter, sir.
Bertie's punishment on this occasion, just for wearing the white mess jacket, was an unnecessary 18 mile long bicycle ride. At night. In the pouring rain.
Their most serious rift, though, comes over Bertie's decision to take up the trombone:
This one resulted in Jeeves briefly leaving his employ, and without Jeeves, Bertie got into a whole mess of trouble, including nearly being engaged to Pauline Stoker, getting his cottage burned down, and being punched in the face by an irate Chuffy. Jeeves was there, though, to pick up the pieces.
Although he did, of course, get his way re: the trombone.
Basically, watch out if you displease Jeeves.
-Bertie: This is a new razor, isn't it?
-Jeeves: Yes, sir. I took the liberty of buying it yesterday.
-Bertie: What on earth for? The other one was perfectly all right.
-Jeeves: I did not think it was performing its task with the required efficacy, sir.
-Bertie: Jeeves, I am not going to discuss my facial arrangements.
-Jeeves: Very good, sir. I read a most stimulating article in the New York Times, sir, the author of which asserts that moustaches are a most notorious cause for divorces in many parts of the country.
-Bertie: Jeeves, I don't care if it's a cause of the staggers in racehorses, I will not have you editing my upper lip.
-Jeeves: As you wish, sir.
Because Jeeves will, of course, get his way in the end.
-Bertie: Now, Jeeves, about this moustache.
-Jeeves: Yes, sir?
-Bertie: You don't like it, do you?
-Jeeves: It is not my place to offer an opinion on the object, sir.
-Bertie: Well, to tell you the truth, I'm not all that keen on it, either. Only kept the bally thing on to show who's master.
-Jeeves: Oh, I trust there was never any doubt about that, sir.
-Bertie: Quite. Yes, well, go and get the razor, will you, Jeeves?
-Jeeves: Thank you, sir.
Basically they are adorable and I love them and anyone who hasn't watched the show or read any of the novels or short stories before should do so, immediately. The End.
In making this picspam, I vaguely thought about coming up with some sort of theme for it, other than just, "Caps of Jeeves and Bertie being omg adorable", but they ARE omg adorable. They are totally my happy warm fuzzy OTP, because no matter what danger looms, whether it's an engagement to a dreaded female, the wrath of wannabe fascist dictators, the unlawful schemes of an aunt or relation, or a lack of household harmony due to a grave sartorial misstep, everything will undoubtedly be back to its rightful boomps-a-daisy state by the end of the story or episode -- engagement dissolved, dictators and aunts mollified, and any offending ties/hats/handkerchiefs/jackets disposed of.
A Gentleman and His Gentleman's Personal Gentleman
A Jeeves/Bertie picspam
(As portrayed by Messrs Fry and Laurie)
Okay, granted, it might not have been love at first sight with these two.
-Jeeves: I was set by the agency, sir. I was given to understand that you require a valet.
-Bertie: ...
-Jeeves: Very good, sir.
It was probably more like love at first sip of Jeeves's hangover cure.
-Jeeves: If you would drink this, sir. It's a little preparation of my own invention. Gentlemen have told me that they find it extremely invigorating after a late evening.
*Bertie drinks, and then flails in his chair for about a minute.*
-Bertie: I say! I say! You're engaged!
-Jeeves: Thank you, sir. My name is Jeeves.
Not everyone, though, gets their relationship.
-Jeeves: Apartment 51, please. Mr Wooster is the new tenant there, and I am his manservant, Jeeves.
-Elevator Attendant: Apartment 51 it is. You gentlemen got some visitors.
-Bertie: There you are, you see, Jeeves? The natives are friendly. A welcoming party already.
-Elevator Attendant: You his what?
-Jeeves: His manservant. His gentleman's personal gentleman. His valet.
-Elevator Attendant: What kind of dough you get for a job like that?
-Jeeves: I am not at liberty to divulge that information. I can only say that the remuneration is ample.
*Bertie and Jeeves leave the elevator*
-Elevator Attendant: Remuneration? Divulge? Mmmmmm-HMMMM.
(The Elevator Attendant, though, knows what's going on.)
Despite being all, you know, British and stuff, as Man and Valet they are rather relaxed when it comes to a sense of personal space:
(There's a whole empty bench there, boys, you don't have to sit shoulder-to-shoulder, you know.)
Or a sense of privacy, really.
(Yeah, like this picspam wasn't going to include caps of WET, NAKED HUGH LAURIE.)
And, obviously, it's Jeeves's job to help Bertie get dressed.
But he does seem to enjoy his work:
I, uh, may have just taken this cap because of the wrist!porn.
But, yeah, adorable.
You know how I was talking about the personal space and touching thing? Bertie's first reaction, upon being surprised by his friend Barmy, is to clutch onto Jeeves.
And he stays clutching onto Jeeves even after he figures out it's Barmy.
Any way you look at it, though, it has to be said that they're a lot closer than you would expect a gentleman and his valet to be, considering that they pretty much go everywhere together. For example, the seaside:
Picnics at the races:
The seaside again:
Here they are getting ready to run away together to the south of France (no, really):
And, of course, to New York:
This picture is not here to make any sort of point, I just have a thing for Jeeves wearing those little bands around his sleeves.
Oh! Oh! There are duets on the piano!
Several of them!
Although their singing duets are not always, how to put this, in harmony.
(Seriously, go watch this scene on YouTube. Jeeves and Bertie singing in falsetto. It never fails to crack me up.)
And, of course, for everything that Jeeves does to help Bertie out of the soup, Bertie is also there to comfort Jeeves whenever he faces his own distressing situations:
-Bertie: What on earth is the matter, Jeeves? Jeeves?
-Jeeves: I apologise, sir. It was unforgivable of me. I shall be better, directly. It's just... Mr Little's tie, sir. It has little horseshoes on it.
-Bertie: Oh, yes, yes, I noticed that. Mmmm.
-Jeeves: It is sometimes difficult to just shrug these things off, sir.
-Rocky: Do you realise I don't usually get out of my pajamas until five in the afternoon? And then I just put on a sweater, like this!
-Bertie: Don't listen, Jeeves!
-Jeeves: *anguished sob*
-Bertie: Jeeves? I'm sorry Jeeves, you shouldn't have heard that.
-Jeeves: I shall be better directly, sir.
Heaven help Bertie, though, if he should be the one to cause Jeeves sartorial anguish.
-Jeeves: I am sorting through these clothes, sir. These are for repairs, and these for discarding.
-Bertie: Oh, wait a second! This white mess jacket is brand new!
-Jeeves: I assumed it had got into your wardrobe by mistake, sir. Or else that it had been placed there by your enemies.
-Bertie: I will have you know, Jeeves, that I bought this in Cannes.
-Jeeves: And wore it, sir?
-Bertie: Every night, at the casino. Beautiful women tried to catch my eye.
-Jeeves: Presumably they thought you were a waiter, sir.
Bertie's punishment on this occasion, just for wearing the white mess jacket, was an unnecessary 18 mile long bicycle ride. At night. In the pouring rain.
Their most serious rift, though, comes over Bertie's decision to take up the trombone:
This one resulted in Jeeves briefly leaving his employ, and without Jeeves, Bertie got into a whole mess of trouble, including nearly being engaged to Pauline Stoker, getting his cottage burned down, and being punched in the face by an irate Chuffy. Jeeves was there, though, to pick up the pieces.
Although he did, of course, get his way re: the trombone.
Basically, watch out if you displease Jeeves.
-Bertie: This is a new razor, isn't it?
-Jeeves: Yes, sir. I took the liberty of buying it yesterday.
-Bertie: What on earth for? The other one was perfectly all right.
-Jeeves: I did not think it was performing its task with the required efficacy, sir.
-Bertie: Jeeves, I am not going to discuss my facial arrangements.
-Jeeves: Very good, sir. I read a most stimulating article in the New York Times, sir, the author of which asserts that moustaches are a most notorious cause for divorces in many parts of the country.
-Bertie: Jeeves, I don't care if it's a cause of the staggers in racehorses, I will not have you editing my upper lip.
-Jeeves: As you wish, sir.
Because Jeeves will, of course, get his way in the end.
-Bertie: Now, Jeeves, about this moustache.
-Jeeves: Yes, sir?
-Bertie: You don't like it, do you?
-Jeeves: It is not my place to offer an opinion on the object, sir.
-Bertie: Well, to tell you the truth, I'm not all that keen on it, either. Only kept the bally thing on to show who's master.
-Jeeves: Oh, I trust there was never any doubt about that, sir.
-Bertie: Quite. Yes, well, go and get the razor, will you, Jeeves?
-Jeeves: Thank you, sir.
Basically they are adorable and I love them and anyone who hasn't watched the show or read any of the novels or short stories before should do so, immediately. The End.