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R.I.P. Terry Bellefleur

R.I.P. Terry Bellefleur

Hey kids, did you miss me? I have lots and lots I’ve been meaning to share with ya’ll. I swear. I promise. I ain’t lyin’. If I’m lyin’ I’m dyin’. I mean to make amends. And I will! As a show of good faith I will share my feelings with you about our dearly departed Terry Bellefleur.

True Blood has been a bit of a snooze fest the last few seasons, but so far Season 6 has been picking up the slack and making me remember why this show was a guilty pleasure in the first place. Don’t get me wrong, it still has its problems. Wario…. Warlow… whatever – I can’t even start. Fairy light orgasms? No, thanks. Vampire fairies? sigh. Lilith? I don’t have the strength. Moving on. I didn’t think it was possible to make werewolves so boring, but, seriously, I could give a crap about the pack.  Why is Alcide being such a huge knob all of a sudden? I don’t get it. Is he just alpha male power trippin’? Is he being drugged with jerk juice? I don’t know, but I’m with you, T1000, the pack is laaaaame. More lone wolf action, please! At least Snora Nora is gone. Granted, she was starting to grow on me a little bit, but good riddance. However, the flashback of how Nora and Eric met did introduce me to what I call “Encino” Eric:
Encino Bill

For that, I am eternally grateful. And, I won’t lie, when Eric gasped with sadness when Nora turned into a puddle of goo, my heart went out to him. Anyway, I’m getting sidetracked. What I want to talk about is episode 6. Our poor, beloved Terry was killed off. Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!! It’s too much for me to handle. I don’t want to live in a True Blood universe where Terry doesn’t exist. Why was that necessary? The whole subplot of Terry being crippled with guilt over killing Noel from Felicity was weird. Somebody FINALLY comes up with a good use for getting vampire-glamoured. Terry’s relieved of his PTSD demons and we see a glimpse of what carefree, happy Terry actually looks like — That is until the assisted suicide sniper bullet hits its target when Terry’s taking the trash out.


Nooooooooooooooo! Triple Noooooooooooooooooooo! Poor Arlene. Can’t this girl catch a break? All I wanted was to see Arlene and Terry be happy and have lots of babies, but no.  No, no, no, no, no. I can’t. I’m in denial. Terry’s not dead! It was all a dream! Right? Right?! Ahhhh!

I can’t take it. So, let’s reminisce about the good times, like when Terry and Arlene fell in love:



When Terry was nice to an armadillo:


When Terry protected his child’s ears from swears:


When Terry welcomed Bill Compton to the town:


When Terry comforted LaLa:


When this happened:


Oh, Terry, we’re gonna miss you, man. Somebody hug me.

Angie (143 Posts)

Angie lives in a house with a Greg, two cats, and some plants. She works in an office doing officey type things. In her free time she enjoys playing music, drawing, and fantasizing about unicorns, zombies, and werewolves. You can find more of her writing at kissthechicken or follow her on twitter: @kisstheechicken


  • I’m still crying.

  • amen…..snifff…rip terry

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