I'm not gunna lie, this fact has significantly improved my mood and my general outlook on life.
First things first? We've legit just hit the 1920s, people...
Hellooooooooooooooooooo fashion!!!! Oh dear god, the clothes. Look at all the beautiful clothes!! Paradise!!!!!
And then, of course, there's the, like, small matter of THE FREAKING WEDDING, OH MY GOD THE WEDDING!!!! I mean, holy crap. When it first looked like Matthew could inherit money from Lavinia's father, I was like, HOLY SHIT, THIS CANNOT BE GOOD. I mean, it looks like it should be a good thing on the face of it, BUT IT IS DEAD LAVINIA'S DEAD FATHER'S MONEY!!! THIS CANNOT BE GOOD!!!!!!!
And for a moment there, I swear, I was like YOU DO THIS TO ME, SHOW, I SWEAR I WILL FLY THE HELL OVER THERE AND PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE.
BUT IT'S OK!! THEY GOT MARRIEEED!!!!!!!!! YAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYY!!!! I mean, I'm sure happy times aren't (permanently) here again, but for now? WOO!!! AND HER DREEEEEEEEEESS!!! AND WHEN SHE CAME DOWN THE STAIRS SHE ASKED CARSON WHETHER SHE'D 'DO', AND HIS LITTLE FACE!!! ...AND SHE WOULDN'T WANT TO BE PREDICTABLE!!!!
OH MY HEART!!!!!
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ok. i am walking awaaaaay from the capslock. i am walking away from the capslock now.
Oh yes, and Lord Grantham's been an idiot and lost all their money, blah blah, Shirley MacLaine's great, yada yada, and the-only-thing-scarier-than-O'Brien-and-Thomas-Being-Allies-Is-O'Brien-and-Thomas-Being-Enemies, and the family/Branson tensions + Maggie Smith Unparalleled Awesomeness etc etc...
But let's be honest. I watch for the clothes, and I watch for the ship. And the wedding stuff was totes awesome.
SQUEE!
OK. That is all. Thank you for your time.