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So Sixty Minutes Ago. - A Sneak Peek at She's Not All There

This Post Contains Spoilers from Episode "She's Not There" (Season Four). 

 "In my mind, it was only an hour ago that you broke my heart into a million pieces."
- Sookie


"Good Night, Sookie."
- Bill

                                                                               Screencaps Courtesy of Lady Manson.

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Reactions To A Rat - A Prelude To She's Not All There

This Post Contains Spoilers From Episodes "Evil is Going On" (Season 3), "Hittin' The Ground" (Season 3) and Season 4.

Before we get into She's Not All There, let's take a look at some of Sookie's unforgettable reactions to Bill's betrayals before Season Four's episode "She's Not There."

The Scream
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Sookie's reaction to waking up in the hospital and seeing the Vampire responsible for having done this to her. (Warning: Graphic Image of Violence).
Hittin' The Ground ~ Season Three

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The Slap

                                                                        
"You fucking betrayed me...again!" - Sookie
"I only pretended to betray you so I could save your life...again!" - Bill
Evil is Going On - Season Three Finale

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The Shout That Sent Him Flying Off The Porch

 
"What about letting two psychos beat her within an inch of her life so you could feed her your blood the night you met — think she’ll forgive you for that?" - Eric
The Rattray Reveal
Evil Is Going On ~ Season Three Finale

Rat Droppings

The overwhelming FUCKING MORONIC MENTALITY opinion in the True Blood fandom that the "stupid writers" have "forgotten" the Rattray reveal from the season three finale has me wanting to shove a stake through it!

Do they honestly believe the writers decided to forget that this happened:

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Really?

Perhaps those "stupid writers" knew sooner or later that those of us who watch for more than Eric's bare ass would catch on to how carefully crafted the scripts have been to make the point of how nobody involved with the Ratt reveal has ever referred to it. Furthermore, the non-dumbass viewing audience wouldn't question why the writers were overlooking something we'd never forget, but instead, question why the characters don't appear to remember!

I'll be going into this a lot more, but for right now I just wanted to drop in and point a few things out:

Sookie DID NOT refer to the reveal the night of her return to Bon Temps when she engaged in coversation with Bill on her back porch. True, she expressed still being pissed; however, Sookie was pissed off at Bill when they were at Fangtasia ("You fucking betrayed me...again!"), which for her occurred  just a few hours earlier.

Pam DID NOT refer to the reveal the night Sookie tried to justify why Bill tried to kill Eric (" 'Cos Eric tasted me." ). Pam could have easily thrown in Sookie's face the fact that Bill nearly had her killed to get his blood in her — a fact Sookie would not have known if not for Eric trying to protect her.

Eric DID NOT refer to the reveal at any point before or after his amnesia. Not even when Sookie stated that she still loved Bill and could not imagine a world without him in it.  If there was ever a time for a gentle reminder of being beaten "within an inch of your life" that would have been it.

This memory loss has been quite beneficial for Bill...
...who is acting like the Ratts reveal never took place.

I don't know what those Ball-bashers in the fandom are sniffing, but I smell a Billshit.

Under His Wing

Wish the answer was written on the wall as to why these gals have been acting so bat-shit crazy?

...does drawing a picture help?

Read the compelling Bat Boy Bill at The Ancient Pythoness.
Screencaps from Beautifully Broken, She's Not There, and You Smell Like Dinner courtesy of Lady Manson.

A Tip For A Happier Life

September has always been one of my favorite months. The subtle signs of autumn in Southern California start to show their colors. The sun begins to glow softer, illuminating things in a new light. The air has a scent of anticipation, as if there’s not only been a change in the atmosphere, but in attitude as well. The Virgos and Libras I love and cherish celebrate turning another year older and wiser. Surprisingly, I did not name my daughter September, since I was practically jumping up and down to make sure she was born before October 1st (she was delivered on the night of September 30th - close call!). And it brings what no other month can: the fall issue of Vogue.

I have always thought of September as a good time to wipe the slate clean and reinvent oneself. This way of thinking originates back to when school used to officially start after Labor Day. On the subject of being schooled – I have definitely learned some lessons the hard way since January of this year (some can attest since January 3rd, 1975 – my birthday).

For eight months, certain things were eating away at me. And as I was given more food-for-thought on those things, I was left with a bad taste in my mouth (the after-taste of being fed bullshit lasts a long time). My decision on how to move forward was up-in-the-air. As August was coming to an end and September approached, my back and forth thoughts started picking up momentum. At some point, I knew there was going to be a push that would send me swinging hard in one direction — and tip.

I've been this way before, on a September morn. There is no mistaking the feeling. You reach out to any false sense of security to keep from falling. You try to hold on to what your mind believed was true before things came into focus. But your survival instincts force your brain not to regain its balance. You come to understand that putting up with shit will be your downfall.

You jump to your own defense and land on both feet.