you're always running into people's unconscious (
innocentsmith.livejournal.com) wrote in
crack_van2008-05-01 09:24 pm
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With Sheep by torch (PG)
Hey there! I'm
innocentsmith, and I'll be driving the van for Jeeves & Wooster this month. I love pretty much every fic ever posted in this fandom, so I'll be doing my best to give an allsorts mix. I may even at some point include a pairing other than Jeeves/Wooster. (*gasp!*) To get us into first gear, my opening rec is:
Fandom: JEEVES & WOOSTER
Pairing: Jeeves/Bertie Wooster
Length: ~900 words
Author on LJ:
flambeau
Author Website: http://www.strangeplaces.net/torch/
Why this must be read:
This little snippet of a fic captures the feeling of the canon: simultaneously delicate and hilarious, and suspended in a time and place that never was but really should've been. It's one of those "scene from a missing novel" kinds of fics, with just the slightest extra dash of UST. And of sheep.
"Jeeves," I said, "this is intolerable."
"Yes, sir."
"Absolutely intolerable, blast it. Something must be done."
"Yes, sir."
Between the gardens and the park lies rather a large ornamental lake, and in the middle of the lake is a smallish ornamental island with a few ornamental trees and bushes. On warm summer evenings, it is quite pleasant to row out to the island and bathe from the side that is away from the hall, with a sheep or five as one's only audience. What is a dashed sight less pleasant is to find, after a refreshing splash, that the small boat and all one's clothing has vanished.
With Sheep
Fandom: JEEVES & WOOSTER
Pairing: Jeeves/Bertie Wooster
Length: ~900 words
Author on LJ:
Author Website: http://www.strangeplaces.net/torch/
Why this must be read:
This little snippet of a fic captures the feeling of the canon: simultaneously delicate and hilarious, and suspended in a time and place that never was but really should've been. It's one of those "scene from a missing novel" kinds of fics, with just the slightest extra dash of UST. And of sheep.
"Jeeves," I said, "this is intolerable."
"Yes, sir."
"Absolutely intolerable, blast it. Something must be done."
"Yes, sir."
Between the gardens and the park lies rather a large ornamental lake, and in the middle of the lake is a smallish ornamental island with a few ornamental trees and bushes. On warm summer evenings, it is quite pleasant to row out to the island and bathe from the side that is away from the hall, with a sheep or five as one's only audience. What is a dashed sight less pleasant is to find, after a refreshing splash, that the small boat and all one's clothing has vanished.
With Sheep

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