Most people in the case of their big day hooray are able to say they met and school and new that the other was the one, that their eyes met across a crowded dance floor; and now we are in a tech age we are sure to hear more stories where people coo and sigh over how they met on Tinder.
What isn’t usually the case is that the raison d’être for the big and beautiful day is that you are trying to avenge the death of your father, and deliver a karmic bitch slap your soon to be Mother in Law: But, in the case of Revenge that ‘s the ‘super sweet’ How I Met Your Diabolically Scheming Mother; which is a bit more intriguing that the tales of Mr Mosby.
Emily is channelling her inner Inigo Montoya; and that girl is all about havoc wreaking and retribution.
We’ve sighed over the wedding dress earlier on this week, and we have all kinds of feels that this doesn’t bode well, but hey they are fictional: but still we have an overwhelming sense of bad mojo for this coupling.
So, other than hoping that Emily & Daniel end up so happy that all is forgiven and the vengeance is squashed: but that wouldn’t make for good TV or mixtape.
Well, I guess that makes it dysfunctional love song time and a bad romance – let the listening begin!
Eat your heart out but however not in a aztec human sacrifice kind of way. How we love these from the Frosted Petticoat - you’ve gotta love a bit of lolly! Pick up some lovely treats from their store.
This is sick
It is life support last will and testament sick…
It is gonna need a defibrillator stat sick…
This is invincible against all forms of antibiotic sick…
This is so sick it made us sick…
(Do you think that we may have overused the word… sick?)
Well, lovelies we are priest give us a dash of holy water whilst we confess our sins and give our souls away to little baby Jesus (who is relatively festive this time of year since despite many years of capitalist lobbying – it is all about the Birthday of J dude this month).
So, what it is that is making us throw in the sweat sodden (cold sweat not B.O sweat) and tear soaked towel.
Well, as ever a couple have decided to team up and superplex us like it was WWF in the days of Randy Savage (we like a bit of vintage) , smacked down like a child reaching for sweets after brushing and flossing at bedtime (presuming that kids floss? Dunno? Someone confirm that random and obscure musing for us. Ta) – by Eka Dwibhakti & Hari Prasetiyo.
We hope that you are so happy and in love that you never design again (see what was backhanded mean) but seriously, this is rather good. So good in fact that it is making us cry, die, and sigh all at once.
Since it is the season we shall imbibe mulled wine and drown our design sorrows; and if it really gets to grim we will eat a mince pie and exit the forever, ever, and ever ever! (Or at least until the afternoon for the last post).
*pours out some mulled liquor and prepares to get a drunken sulk on*
Credit where credits due:
The Place: Babington House, Somerset