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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 11:59 pm (UTC)Does the Ivy/Glenn thing not happen in Book 7? I thought it did which was part of my increasing reason not to want to read Book 7.
I cringed and skipped all the Rachel/Marshall scenes
That's how I got through them in book 6, and it's how I'm getting through them now.
and was glad that there was a hell of a lot more Ivy-mention in this book, especially after ODW, but damn.
I was digging the more Ivy, especially Ivy with the kids and being liked and respected at the hospital and stuff. But then that scene with Rynn Cormal over sushi happened, and it depressed the hell out of me. That was Rachel and Ivy standing united together, but it just made me think that their relationship is unhealthy and dysfunctional and that they should get as far away from each other as possible. Now when I think of them, I just want to tell Ivy to run far, far, away.
Looking back on all the Ravy subtext AFTER reading that spoiler? Just makes everything worse
I know! Their relationship is becoming more and more depressing. Cock Block is starting to make me really dislike the both of them, and THAT'S why I want to stop reading. Because I used to like Rachel a lot, and LOVE Ivy, and LOVE the idea of them together, and I want to KEEP THAT. I want to jump the canon!ship before it takes my love of the fanfic as well. I want to keep writing Ravy, and I need to like them and belief in them to do that ... which further reading of canon will surely take away.
Fuck. That.
This. Fuck it with something hard and sand-papery!
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Date: 2009-03-26 04:47 pm (UTC)And there's another of your "makes-Mark-shoot-soda-down-his-nose" comments... :p
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Date: 2009-03-27 06:17 pm (UTC)Oh it does. I just pulled a Rachel and never noticed (until I read the spoiler) hahaha. Apparently my mind has independently developed its own defenses to Cock Block's fuckery. I just know I'm not going to go back and look for the evidence... for now, anyway... maybe... or maybe I'll never get around to it.
And I might be opening up another can of worms here, but what did you think of the scene at the airport? With the two women and kids.