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fembuckOkay, I'm sorry to do this to you all. But I'm going freaking insane and I cannot control it for any longer. I have reached my limit. My limit, 'tis reached. WWBC is killing me. Kim Harrison (who shall henceforth only be referred to as Cock Block - or possibly Cock Block McGee - by me) is killing me. *grabs hair and tugs and pulls*
I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! I've been patient. We all have. We have all been patient. Six books is fucking patient. But I CANNOT TAKE IT ANYMORE. I'm like having actual physical symptoms due to the intense irritation and hateration (love you, Mary J!) Book 7 is inspiring in me.
Now, I'm pretty sure that if you've read Book 7, you probably know the scene I got to, promptly threw my hands up in the air and was like all:
Yes, it is the scene where Rachel goes up to the belfry to get her demon book or whatever and Mr. I'm Fucking Irrelevant and Exist Only to Cock-Block volunteers to help her go look for it, because god forbid Rachel climb some stairs and carry a BOOK on her own.
You know what happens in this scene, and I knew it was coming. Really, I did. We all knew it was coming the moment Mr. I'm Fucking Irrelevant and Exist Only to Cock-Block was invited to dinner, and we really knew it was coming when Robbie and Mr. I'm Fucking Irrelevant and Exist Only to Cock-Block got their bromance on over Alice's cobbler pie or whatever. But even knowing that it was coming, I was not at all prepared for the reality of it ... or my reaction to it coming to pass. It was just so much more horrible than ever before this time.
I mean, Rachel/Crap for Brains ... aiight, whatevs. I actually liked Nick in the first and second book, and found him constantly being referred to as Crap for Brains in the fourth book hilarious. I dealt with it. Rachel/Kisten ... Kisten was an alright dude, Ivy liked him, and he was a not so secret Ravy shipper. Dude, also kept pressing for a threesome, which, you gotta respect. If I was him, I'd try to bang Ivy again while dating Rachel too. In fact I'd just watch them. So Kisten, I could deal with. I could probably even deal with Rachel/Mr. I'm Fucking Irrelevant and Exist Only to Cock-Block (if I skipped all of their scenes together, which I have been anyway, so HA!). But I accidentally spoiled myself for what's gonna happen with Ivy and ...
Seriously, Cock Block. WHY? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME? I'M A GOOD PERSON! I PAY MY TAXES! I LIKE PUPPIES AND KITTENS AND BROWN PAPER PACKAGES ALL TIED WITH STRING! SO, WHY DO YOU HATE ME?!?!?!?!
*hyperventilates* *breathes into a paper bag*
I cannot pick up this book without my stomach clenching and a wave of exhaustion washing over me. I just want to hide under a blanket and sleep until Cock Block makes the pain go away. I literally have not been able to open the book in days!
Me: What the fuck is it with you? What don't you fucking understand? You got any fucking idea about, hey, it's fucking distracting having Ivy hooking up with a dude when she's head over heels in love with Rachel! What don't you get about it?
Cock Block: Some nutball said he wanted Ivy to hook up with a guy.
Me: Ohhhhh, goooood for you. And how was it? I hope it was fucking good for nutball, because everyone else is pissed off, aren't they? You are trashing my femslash!
Cock Block: Janine, I was only...
Me: You've done it one too many fucking times, and I ain't picking up another book unless there's Ravy. I'm fucking serious. You're a nice chick. You're a nice chick, but that don't fucking cut it when you've been fucking cock-blocking Ravy action for seven fucking books. Seriously, you and I, we are fucking done professionally.
Seriously, it's like:
SHIT'S ABOUT TO GO DOWN, BITCHES!
And ... I feel better now.
Once, again, I apologize for this bout of insanity, but I needed to get that off of my chest.
I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! I've been patient. We all have. We have all been patient. Six books is fucking patient. But I CANNOT TAKE IT ANYMORE. I'm like having actual physical symptoms due to the intense irritation and hateration (love you, Mary J!) Book 7 is inspiring in me.
Now, I'm pretty sure that if you've read Book 7, you probably know the scene I got to, promptly threw my hands up in the air and was like all:
Yes, it is the scene where Rachel goes up to the belfry to get her demon book or whatever and Mr. I'm Fucking Irrelevant and Exist Only to Cock-Block volunteers to help her go look for it, because god forbid Rachel climb some stairs and carry a BOOK on her own.
You know what happens in this scene, and I knew it was coming. Really, I did. We all knew it was coming the moment Mr. I'm Fucking Irrelevant and Exist Only to Cock-Block was invited to dinner, and we really knew it was coming when Robbie and Mr. I'm Fucking Irrelevant and Exist Only to Cock-Block got their bromance on over Alice's cobbler pie or whatever. But even knowing that it was coming, I was not at all prepared for the reality of it ... or my reaction to it coming to pass. It was just so much more horrible than ever before this time.
I mean, Rachel/Crap for Brains ... aiight, whatevs. I actually liked Nick in the first and second book, and found him constantly being referred to as Crap for Brains in the fourth book hilarious. I dealt with it. Rachel/Kisten ... Kisten was an alright dude, Ivy liked him, and he was a not so secret Ravy shipper. Dude, also kept pressing for a threesome, which, you gotta respect. If I was him, I'd try to bang Ivy again while dating Rachel too. In fact I'd just watch them. So Kisten, I could deal with. I could probably even deal with Rachel/Mr. I'm Fucking Irrelevant and Exist Only to Cock-Block (if I skipped all of their scenes together, which I have been anyway, so HA!). But I accidentally spoiled myself for what's gonna happen with Ivy and ...
Seriously, Cock Block. WHY? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME? I'M A GOOD PERSON! I PAY MY TAXES! I LIKE PUPPIES AND KITTENS AND BROWN PAPER PACKAGES ALL TIED WITH STRING! SO, WHY DO YOU HATE ME?!?!?!?!
*hyperventilates* *breathes into a paper bag*
I cannot pick up this book without my stomach clenching and a wave of exhaustion washing over me. I just want to hide under a blanket and sleep until Cock Block makes the pain go away. I literally have not been able to open the book in days!
Me: What the fuck is it with you? What don't you fucking understand? You got any fucking idea about, hey, it's fucking distracting having Ivy hooking up with a dude when she's head over heels in love with Rachel! What don't you get about it?
Cock Block: Some nutball said he wanted Ivy to hook up with a guy.
Me: Ohhhhh, goooood for you. And how was it? I hope it was fucking good for nutball, because everyone else is pissed off, aren't they? You are trashing my femslash!
Cock Block: Janine, I was only...
Me: You've done it one too many fucking times, and I ain't picking up another book unless there's Ravy. I'm fucking serious. You're a nice chick. You're a nice chick, but that don't fucking cut it when you've been fucking cock-blocking Ravy action for seven fucking books. Seriously, you and I, we are fucking done professionally.
Seriously, it's like:
SHIT'S ABOUT TO GO DOWN, BITCHES!
And ... I feel better now.
Once, again, I apologize for this bout of insanity, but I needed to get that off of my chest.
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Date: 2009-03-25 10:24 pm (UTC)Dude, I feel the same way. Having spent cash money on it is the only thing that's making me want to finish it, but like in a spiteful way.
Everyone's been so 'tight-lipped' about book 7 and I was afraid I was going to have to trawl through the amazon.com forums for some spoilers.
I'd heard vague positives about Book 7 after it came out, and I read the first five chapters in advance, and enjoyed them for the most part. But the spoiler I mentioned in my other comment to you was just too much for me to handle.
I'm tired of being marginalized and it's time for me to spend my 'pink dollars' on something a little more fulfilling.
This.
You should totally read, "The World Unseen" if you haven't yet. I read that book in one sitting. So good. No pandering to an audience that you don't intend to satisfy. Just really riveting and poetic and beautiful. There's stuff in there that wasn't in the movie, or is expanded upon, so it's new enough that you won't be bored if you saw the film (plus there's the added bonus of being able to picture Lisa Ray while you read ;)
Or, you know, save my money and write Rachel/Ivy porn!
This. Although I'm so mad I can't even write Ravy right now. I'm sure that will change once I calm down though. Reading Ravy porn, is my hot hot sex right now though, so I effusively encourage you to keep it coming :D
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Date: 2009-03-25 10:56 pm (UTC)So, umm, you know, since you asked and all... HANDCUFFS!
Also, to cheer you up, a picture of Olga Kurylenko being FIERCE in Centurion. It's from the guy who did Doomsday!
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Date: 2009-03-25 11:13 pm (UTC)How did I miss this? *looks at date* Blasted night before my flight! *must read*
Also, to cheer you up, a picture of Olga Kurylenko being FIERCE in Centurion. It's from the guy who did Doomsday!
OH MY FUCKING GOD! I LOVE YOU FOR THIS PICTURE! AND THIS INFORMATION!
So fucking fierce I could die!
*goes to read everything I can find on this movie because Olga and Neil "The Descent" and "Doomsday" Marshall and fucking war paint means that I WILL be seeing this!*