BREAKING NEWS! Emergency Posting in Response to Developments in The Lizzie Bennet Dairies

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Dear Reader:

I must interrupt this week's run of plague-related musings to bring THIS EMERGENCY UPDATE wherein I share, in GIF form, my reactions to yesterday and today's developments in The Lizzie Bennet Diaries, generally relating to the rogue known as George Wickham and his dealings with the totes adorbes Lydia Bennet, aka THE LY DEEE YAAAH!

Here, in graphic form, are my various stages of coping with the wickedness of Wickham following yesterday's reveal:

THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING!

SERIOUSLY? IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING?

And then while externally I am doing this...

...so my housemates don't realize I am genuinely unhinged

 over the twists in a story I already know the cannonical ending of, inside? 

I feel like this...

...which quickly becomes this...

...and also this....

So then I turn to my other LBD fans for comfort.

And they help me...or at least, they try.  

But really? We're all SIMULTANEOUSLY 

FREAKING THE F*** OUT...

...so it ends up being more like this.

At times like this, there's only one thing left to do:

And when it comes to saving Lydia, we all know who we need:

Though is this particular case it's more like...

And when I remember to have faith in Darcy, I feel like this.

And there you have it!  All the stages of my Lydia/Wickham-related freak out.

But remember ladies, here in the really real world, don't be too swept up in your Darcy-worshipping. Instead, keep these fine words from The Doubleclicks (aka my college friend Angela and her talented sister Aubrey) in mind when deciding whether the boys of your current daydreams has the good Darcy qualities or the....less ideal ones:

(Ed. note: Apparently when I am emotionally unhinged, I cannot spell the word 'diaries.' Fixed now.)