incredible how much housework you can get done if you take a chance and believe in yourself and also have fifteen other much more pressing responsibilities
The hero’s identity was accidentally revealed, but it turns out they are moderately poor, have no friends or family, and their civilian life is frankly…sad.
(don’t remove caption) I commissioned @luminarai to bring to life this prophetic vision that was brought to me. Roy begged and pleaded with Phoebe to let him at least dress up as Western Ken, a costume that is /mostly/ black (except for that unfortunate pink scarf), but Phoebe insisted that he and Keeley had to be matching. :)
This was such a fun commission! I especially enjoyed fleshing out Roy’s look of abject misery haha
guys i am fucking crying i got an old copy of pilgrims progress from a used booksale and i just opened it and there’s a handwritten dedication to a girl from her grandfather from christmas 1888 and she put a little fucking drawing in the back and im sitting on my bed losing my fucking mind over a hundred years ago a grandpa gave this book to “miss maggie” and she loved it and it’s lasted a century and im holding it right now
i showed the book to my mom when she came home from a trip and she reminded me that in little women (1868) each of the march sisters got a copy of pilgrim’s progress under their pillow for christmas there is a high, high, HIGH chance that this little girl was a huge fan of little women and talked to her grandfather about it and he got her a classic book just like her 1880s blorbos i am flailing on the ground humanity is so special
I don’t know that the canonical Bertie Wooster could be called “progressive” (or “politically engaged” or “aware of anything that’s going on outside of his immediate sphere of acquaintances with funny nicknames”) but you can’t argue he wouldn’t support gay marriage. Bertie Wooster neither likes nor understands straight marriage, but he fights for his friends who inexplicably want to do that.
And if you change your pronouns, Bertie Wooster will never fuck them up because he barely has room in his brain for one set of them per person. As soon as you tell him, the old ones just evaporate. He might ask Jeeves about it later, but it’d be to the tune of “I say, Jeeves, why didn’t you tell me that Bingo was a woman this whole time? I’ve been calling her a bloke for years; she must think I’m a perfect ass.”
To be clear, he doesn’t understand that she transitioned. He thinks that she’s always been a lady. He’d try to explain it to someone and accidentally be the most supportive ally.
an aunt, probably: What’s all this nonsense about young Bingo, then? I hear he’s gotten it into his head that he’s a woman. Going about in dresses and such.
Bertie: Oh, I was confused as well, but it turned out to be rather a large misunderstanding. Bingo is a woman, always has been.
Aunt: That can’t be right, Bertie; he was at Eton with you, you absolute chump.
Bertie: Well, yes. Some sort of scholarship program, perhaps? I’m fuzzy on the details. But she’s very definitely a woman. She told me so herself, and I daresay she would know. Bit embarrassing for all of us, really; we mistook her for a bloke for years, the poor girl. She must have been too polite to say anything about it.
Aunt: But he’s gone his whole life up until last week looking like a man! If he were a woman, why would he not present himself as such?
Bertie: There was a dress code. I don’t know how many times I was told off for a scruffy tie.
Aunt: I don’t mean at school, you dunce. Even if - and it’s still nonsense, mind you - even if I were to accept that Eton somehow permitted this ridiculous state of affairs, what about afterwards?
Bertie: Oh, I haven’t the foggiest. I’ve long since given up on explaining the fairer sex, as well you know.
Aunt: Bertram, he was christened ‘Richard’.
Bertie: Yes, bit of an odd choice on her parents’ part. I mean, you don’t see many girls named Richard, what? I say, do you suppose that’s why she goes by 'Bingo’? If I were a lady saddled with Bingo’s Christian name, I should likely choose something else too.
Aunt: Have you spoken to Jeeves about all this?
Bertie: Naturally.
Aunt: And? What is his evaluation?
Bertie: He says that when a young lady asserts that she is, in fact, a lady, one ought to take her word for it.
Bertie: Very sensible, I thought. One can always trust Jeeves in these matters.
“I’m fem-presenting!” “My presentation is masculine!” “I present androginously!” well I forgot there was a presentation today and it’s too late to put anything together
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