#pop up duggars

[fischotterkunst]

It was 2007, and Tia had lived for nearly 15 years in an increasingly fundamental Christian marriage. By the time she worked up the courage to escape, they were living in an unheated, isolated urban homestead in Tennessee – and her controlling spouse was forcing her to obey orders while calling him “my lord.”

The story began far more benignly, with Tia and her parents joining a megachurch in Florida when she was an adolescent. There she was introduced to families following the Gothard movement, a fundamentalist ideology and way of living that was the brainchild of American minister Bill Gothard. The increasing number of Gothard families within her First Baptist congregation promoted homeschooling and could be spotted because the “women dressed like prairie wives, always pregnant and holding a baby,” she writes in her book.

Tia gave birth to five children – including baby Clara, who was born with a heart defect and survived just weeks – as Allan moved the family to more and more conservative congregations. Many fellow congregants were adherents of the quiverfull theology, which encourages large families and forbids any type of birth control or family planning.

“I see the trap,” she tells The Independent. “I see the lifestyle that is so all-encompassing that you can’t get out of it. I see the systematized denial of agency and options so that you might wake up one day and want to be out of it, but you’ve closed door after door after door so that there’s no one there to help you. There’s not a bank account to turn to. There’s no agency to just start asking questions or to change your life, if you decide you want something different." It’s a movement that’s deliberate and strategic, dating back decades and beyond, and she says it’s chilling to hear echoes of proclamations made from pulpits during her childhood in the words of influential politicians today – “especially when JD Vance opens his mouth,” she says. [...] The talking points are all there, Tia says. “They are often divorced from the theology that fed them, and I think that’s for a mass audience – but that’s also a good opportunity for someone who comes from that background to say, I know why they are teaching that, and I know what they intend to accomplish with it.” While she watched the mass popularity grow of reality shows featuring families like the Duggars, where she recognized tell-tale Gothard fingerprints, Tia was caught off-guard by the latest pop culture fad across TikTok and Instagram. “Maybe [the trad wife social media movement] speaks to … the very clear binaries of the gender roles, easy answers, the simple formulas,” she tells The Independent. “Sometimes it can just be comforting to watch, because we like process videos and we like pretty aesthetics, and we can tend to think it’s benign and that it’s not part of something greater." “Patriarchy needs women to perpetuate it, so it grooms our participation, and then it holds us there with the guilt of our complicity, and then we become perpetrators. So it’s like the cycle that just keeps going."

please reblog this version of this article with context and without the derailing so as to give this incredible woman and her extremely important message the platform she deserves

[spurgie-cousin]

Sorry for this out of nowhere question, but do you remember which of the duggar sons questioned josh's salvation after he was sentenced? He said something about not believing that josh could have humbled himself and asked god for salvation because he couldn't admit what he did.

That sounds kind of familiar but no name is coming to mind or popping up when I search..... was it a son in law? I know at least 2 of the son in laws had quite a few things to say about josh

[uhhhhyandere]

jailbird 2

summary: ada generally makes things worse for you, for fun. For once, she makes things better. plus, a newcomer enters alcatraz. he's fine as fuck. tw: heavy mommy kink (holy shit); head (reader receiving); dirty talk

author's note: i think i have a mommy kink.

word count: 3.7k cross posted on Ao3

"That hurt so much fucking more than I thought it would,” you bemoan, legs stretched and icepack rubbing smooth circles around your poor, abused, and stretched-out cunt. Because, you know, the prison has the same healthcare system as a middle school. Fucking Officer Chambers. You knew she hated you. Head thrown back against the pillow, your eyes meet the bottom of Ada’s mattress, your face contorted in dramatized pain, and that’s saying a lot. You just had a police baton shoved up your vagina. Still, with the ice numbing your labia, it’s reduced to a dull throb now that the sun’s set and the worst has passed. You whine. “Ouchie.” Ada’s leg comes down to kick you with the rough pad of skin beneath her toes. It was imprecise since she just leaned her body down to do it, but it managed to hit you in the temple anyway. “Ouchie!” You whine again, holding your head as her foot returns to dangle off the upper bunk.

“What did you really think was going to happen?” 

“I know, I know.” You pout, cheek against the pillow, and smushing against it. “But like…  come on. I’d be a fucking idiot if I turned down Chris’s deal. You know that. Fucked with a baton in front of everybody in exchange for the fucking key to our cell?! How could I say no?” You hiss before you can say more, and finally take your pussy off the ice, tossing the pack to the ground to let it cool off, and so your labia don’t freeze off. That would make for terrible sex, and you can't have that. 

“Say it louder,” she drawls.  “And easily, if you want to know. You know they can just change the locks, right? Probably will.” 

“You think I haven’t thought of that already?” You spread your legs wider. Since the prison jumpsuit is just that, you’re naked in your bunk. There’s the slight, wafting smell of sex in the air. You think it smells good, actually. Maybe panty sniffing isn’t as weird as you thought it was. Or maybe you’re a narcissist. “Master key baby.” 

"He’s lying to you,” Ada says too easily. “No way he’d be able to get a copy of it to you.” You trill your lips and roll your eyes. “You honestly think Chris will be able to not only steal Wesker’s key but make a copy of it, all under his nose?” 

“He’s a stand-up guy.” 

“...He stuck a baton up your vagina.” 

“I let him!” You could hear her roll her eyes. 

“You’re unbelievable.” 

“For the master key—.”

“That he’s not going to give you!” You huff.

“You are being so mean to me right now.” 

“And you’re being too much of a childish brat to be in federal prison.”  

“You can you blame me? My pussy feels as though I just popped out all the Duggar’s then some.” There‘s silence and shuffling, and then Ada drops to the floor, hand grabbing the support bar as she leans into your bunk. Her head cocks. How can she look so good in fluorescent orange? She belongs in Prada or Armani, not smirking down at poor self-inflicted masochist you in a jail cell, left to rot off the coast of San Fran in some recycled, tax-funded jumpsuit.

“Ah, I’m so sorry. Your pussy hurts? I had no idea.” Her tone mocks you, talks down to you. She lets go of the bed to sit on the mattress near your leg, long fingers caressing your thigh. “Tell me how bad it hurts, baby.” Oh. Your mouth opens and closes like a trout on land, like you’ve got gills. Yeah, you do have gills, and Ada’s pussy juice is your water. 

“...No. I take it back. It doesn’t hurt.” The words are as tense as you are, tight. Gotta ask her what inmate waxes her brows, because when she knits them, skin folding between her brows, they’re shaped perfectly. She takes her manicured hand off your thigh. Well, mostly manicured hands. You take particular note of her middle finger, index finger, and thumb being cut short. Sly dog, her. 

"Oh? I’m glad then.” She moves to get up.

“N-no, wait!” You call out, too desperate. Way too desperate. Your eyes flare wide, head shooting up and pulling your neck and spine with it. “I-I lied. It hurts.” It hurts, mommy. But you don’t speak the word, yet it bounces around your head like the most perverse pinball of all the pinballs on every 2005 desktop computer. You swallow. “It really, really hurts.” 

“Tell me where it hurts, baby.” She kneels back down on the bed. Strange plus side of prison beds. They make the upper bunk very high. Ada has no problem kneeling over you, looking down with the same contained, untelling look. She may want to throw up looking at you, or she may want to ride you ‘til you’re in a Clint Eastwood film. You'd probably thank her either way. 

Your elbows support you now, and you keep your head and chest propped up to keep looking at her. God, you never want to stop looking at her. Lord if you went blind right now, you’d pray you never lost his image. No, no, scratch that. Get that jumpsuit off, and maybe you can say that. You exhale a stuttering, fragile breath. 

“Will you… will you make it better?” The best sex is shameless, where you set your pride aside, you learned early. You give her your best doe eyes. She may be immune to them. She may not. You’re aching to find out. Aching, and your cunt was already aching from being abused just hours earlier. Now? You can imagine the wetness, feel it against the draft of your cell. You rub your thighs together, inner thigh fat rubbing together with it. “You have to tell me what hurts first. Come on, you can tell me. You know you can.” Her lip gloss shines with her smile. Never with teeth. Showing teeth means showing weakness. Ada Wong was not weak. Her hands grab one of the many supporting beams holding her mattress up, and she leans forward, black, silky locks hanging on either side of her face. She hovers over you. “Go on, so I can make it all better.” It sounds patronizing, but so, so hot. Your cunt throbs, and you rub your thighs together more.

“It hurts here,” mommy, is the natural end of that sentence. You spread your legs as far as you could with Ada’s thighs on either side of your own. Your finger drags down your tummy through your pubes and rests on the drop-off above your clit, resting between the hairy flesh. It’s still chilly from the ice. “Right here,” mommy. Her eyes follow your finger, leaning farther and farther away from your face so she can keep track of it. “It’s killing me. Please help.” 

"Awh, you’re so polite, baby.” Ada scootches back so she can rest her breasts on the mattress between your legs. Her back is arched, and her ass is lifted behind her, so far away. She examines your cunt for a moment before glancing up at you. “But you need to be more specific. Use your words, baby. What hurts?” 

"My pussy hurts,” mommy. Your willpower will only last for so long on that. You crane your neck to get a better view of her, can see the way her slender shoulders taper down to her waist, then curve out with her ass. Long legs keep her backside up. “Please help me.” Each plea from you is breathy, nothing more than soft exhales. 

“Your pussy?” Ada hums. “Okay, baby. I got you. I got you.” Her hot breath electrifies your cold labia. Her finger glides between your lips, and there’s a sharp intake of breath. “Oh, baby. Your pussy is so cold. Can you even feel that?” Ada hinges her finger, bringing the tip up, up, just below your clit, then back down to collect the juices pooling in your hole. You whimper.”Words, baby.”

“I feel it. I feel it,” mommy. Mommy, I feel it. Please, I want to feel more. Please let me. Please make me feel good, mommy. My pussy hurts so much. Your eyes flutter shut, head tilting back towards the ceiling. “Feel it.” Her finger circles in your hole before sliding back up to push against your clit. Muscles tight, you gasp at the contact. 

“Mhm, I know. Want me to kiss it better?” She doesn’t wait for an answer. She blows a delicate, hot breath over your cold labia, and you moan. Ada then leans forward so her lips can press a soft, soft kiss to your clit. A pathetic cry sounds from the back of your throat at the gentle smooch, and you fall back onto the pillow with a soft thud. It’s fire compared to the chill of the ice. Her hum echoes through your bruised pussy. You wonder if her lip gloss is stained on your pussy lips now. “Yeah, you like that, right?” You nod, shallow and fast.

“Y-yeah, I like it.” I like it, mommy. I like it sooo much. Please kiss my clit, mommy. Tell me how good I’m doing, how pretty my pussy is. How proud of me you are for taking that baton today. You open your eyes once more. “Thank you for kissing me today.” Ada hums again, a sweet sound. She meets your eyes over your pubes and stomach and kisses your clit again, full lips pursed and lingering. You exhale once more. Oh, mommy. 

“I like to kiss you, baby. I know what it does to you.” Of course, she does. Her smirk is dangerous, charming, It doesn’t reach her eyes. “Want me to give your clit some more kisses? Your poor pussy was bullied today, wasn’t she?” Ada presses a kiss against your labia. “Yeah, poor girl. Chris was so mean to you, wasn’t he?” She coos, eyes locked on your cunt. “So reckless. So careless.” Ada presses another kiss to your cunt, but her tongue slips between her lips, scooping up your taste in a quick swoop of the tongue. “Mm, baby. You taste so good, and you’re warming up for me.” 

Your hands reach back for the pillow beneath your head, grabbing the underside of it, elbows bent over your head as you spread your legs wider, one hanging off the bed while the other is shoved against the wall. Your eyes are clenched shut again, hanging onto her every move, every word. 

“P-please,” you whisper. Please, mommy. Please.

“Shh,” she slaps your stomach. “Not talking to you right now.” She glares up at you. “You put my favorite girl through hell today. All for that brute. If you’re not going to love her the right way, I will. She deserves love and care. Yes, you do.” Her gaze softens on your pussy. “Yeah, don’t worry. Mommy’s here.” What. What. 

You gasp, but before you could even open your eyes and defend yourself, Ada licks a long path from your perineum to your clit, dragging the tip so it’s against your pelvic bone until it flicks up against your little nub. 

“Hng, mommy.” You whine, face contorted like you’re about to sob. Like you’re some little baby. Yeah, her little baby. Weak and pathetic and whining for mommy, crying to her when you did something stupid and hurt yourself. Shocked at the harmful obvious consequences of your own actions, and running to mommy, expecting her help anyway. “Mommy, please—.” 

“Sh, sh, sh, it’s okay, baby. Let it out.” Her breath is swallowed up by your cunt, hot against the glistening muscle. “You did so good today, baby. You were so sexy, crying and writhing on the floor.” Ada laves at your cunt, tongue flat and wide, lax as it drags upwards. “Mmmm, I wish I was the one who was doing that to you. Maybe Chris will let me borrow it, hm?” A long haaah comes with her neck lick, echoing through the emptiness of your cell. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” You nod, teeth biting into your lip so hard it may burst open. “Words.” 

“I-I’d love that, mommy.” You expel in a breath. “I’d love anything you do to me.” Your fingers clutch onto the pillow so hard they touch through the material. 

“Yeah? You’d let mommy stuff this cunt with that baton?” Ada purses her lips, smooching your clit and sucking on it. Your shoulders down to your feet contract again. “I’d do it right, baby. I’d lube you up, make sure you enjoyed every second, instead of just forcing it in there like he did.” Ada shakes her head. “Make sure my girl’s pussy was ready for it.” Her arms wrap around your thighs, spreading and holding you open.  

“P-please eat my pussy, mommy.” 

“I wish I could fuck it,” she replies. “Next time.” You know she means it. “Next time, I’m going to be the one making you cry.” Her tongue makes messy and uncoordinated swipes up and down your clit, slipping into the hood before she lifts her head with one, strong suck to it. “Yeah, mommy wants to see her little girl cry for her, but not now. Let me take care of my good girl now.” 

No more talking. Throwing your thighs over her shoulders, her back archs to press her face into your cunt. She works at your clit, tongue broad in one stroke then narrow in the next. Your fist covers your mouth, and your hips rise to grind against her. Ada takes it in stride, pushing back to drag her tongue down to your hole and fuck the muscle into you. Her moan comes out oscillating as your own catches in your throat. 

"Oh, mommy. Mommy.” A mantra, and you hope Mother Mary isn’t listening. Not you mommy. You’re far from a virgin, and so is your mommy. Your back arched, stomach flexing out towards the ceiling, it takes all your willpower not to shove her face into you more, but that’s a no-no. Ada has limits on how much you can force her hand or mouth. Hence your grip on the pillow. “Mommy, please. It feels so good. So good.” Your toes curl into the sheet. 

The sounds are so nasty. The kissing and slurping through your wet pussy, her full lips making out with your hole before her tongue slips its way back inside to writhe against your puffy and tight walls. It’s all so loving, the way she’ll run her tongue back up to your little clit to keep you as wet with your wetness as you are with her saliva, sucking on it with a mmh, mmh, mmh. Yeah, okay, Colonel Sanders. Pussy licking good, baby. 

“Faster, mommy. Please Please.” Your voice is so weak, desperate. Whining out like you have been since you returned to your cell since Chris stretched your pussy to its PR circumference. To your surprise, Ada listens. She comes up for air, and in that second, she winks at you. It must mean good luck, sailor, because the next second Ada fucks your hole with her tongue with the speed of lightning. Oh, the fucking sounds. The squelching and the sloshing and the breaths you’re hardly able to keep up with as tears build in your eyes and you reach to the ceiling, the hand of Adam reaching out to the cum gods for release. But no one answers.

Mommy answers, though.

Her fingers, pressed together rub your drenched clit, already oversensitive. You throw your head back in a blissful sob. With “mommy, mommy, mommy,” under your breath, you pray your real mom doesn’t visit you during visitation tomorrow because you’re going to call her mom and all you’re going to think about is the way your mommy is tongue-fucking your hole and licking up your juices. She rubs your clit with a vengeance and slips her tongue from your folds. She brings her face to yours, nose just inches above your own as she pinches your slit. You cry out and nearly headbutt her from the jolt, sweat beading down your forehead and gasps flying out of your mouth like you’re the front runner for the Boston Marathon, but you’re having way more fun than they ever would. “Mommy, ple-e-ease.” 

“You owe me,” Ada says, free hand soothing back your matted down hair. “Next time, I’m fucking your pretty little face and then your pussy, so we’re even.” You nod, frantically. 

"Yes! Yes, mommy. Please let me cum. Please.” You feel it building in the pits of your stomach, the distinct tightening of who knows what. “I promise I’ll be your good girl. I promise!” 

“Are you going to let Chris do something like that to you again?”

“No! Never! Please, please, mommy. I can’t. I-I can’t hold it in!” You do sob, desperate for release. “I’ll be so good for you. So good. Please.” She leans forward, and her lips don’t taste like cherry anymore. No, they taste like you, like that scent in the air. You kiss her back with unmatched fervor, hips rising to find more than the friction from her fingers. 

“Cum, baby.” 

Oh. Heaven Art Thou, mommy. Ada circles your clit through your orgasms as it rocks through your body, spasms from your toes to your hands. “Such a good girl.” She kisses you again, and with one last flick to your clit, her hand leaves your cunt. “Feel better?” You nod.

“Yes, mommy.” Your brows furrow in your post-orgasmic bliss, and your mouth opens. “How—” 

“Come on,” Ada smiles, rising until she’s knelt over you once more. “Did you really think I didn’t know? Ouchie. Oh, my tummy hurts! You’re so mean to me.” She shakes her head. “So obvious, baby. Just the way you look at me…” She rolls her eyes and stands from the bed, stretching her fingers, and, you’re pretty sure, rubbing your wetness on her lips like lip gloss.

Then, she approaches the whiteboard over the desk and uncaps the marker.

DECEMBER

ADA      |     Y/N  

15               17

“Did somebody really steal your laundry? Or was that another part of you and Chris’s stupid plan? 

“Yes! I think it was that fuck Luis. Hear me out—.” 

Your cunt is still sore the next day, not that it’s too surprising. You consider telling Ada again in the morning before they let your cell block roam free in the area, but you don’t want to owe her three orgasms. You don’t want to give her that much power over you. Well, you do, but she'll stretch those three orgasms over the rest of the month, leaving you with nothing but your fingers when you’re back in your cell. 

You sit on the table on the lowest floor of the prison, feet on the bench connected to it. All the cells are wrapped around the perimeter, from this floor to the third. On the second is the door to the rest of the prison and its offices. It’s where Chris is now with Jill and several other guards. You nudge Ada with your hand and nod up to them. “There. See ‘im?” Amongst the guards is a man in a dark blue suit. “Chris said he’s some fed. Works right under the president. Here on some classified mission.” You can’t get a good look at him from down here, just at the shine of the light against his blonde locks and the strong body underneath that suit. You glance over to Ada, whose eyes linger on him. There's a strange gleam to them, but there's always something in Ada's eyes anyway. No point in ever trying to discern what without going insane. “He’s the one Chris wanted to impress so badly.”

“And he couldn’t think of any other way besides… that?” Your pussy throbs. “He was never the thinking type.” 

“Clearly.”  

“And I think he’s just wanted to do that but needed the excuse.”The fed’s steps are smooth down the stairs, hands soothing down his suit as he goes. You and Ada watch him closely. “Alright, maggots!” Chris. Of course. “Line up! We’ve got some PSAs. So unclog your ears and use your brains, for those who have them. Sorry to those who don’t. Looking at you, Luis.” The Spaniard chuckles, and it’s not the chuckle of your laundry thief. He puts his hand up in feigned surrender, meeting your eyes and winking. Slut. Takes one to know one. 

You line up, and being in this spot again is… interesting. The guards all come down, and in the middle of them… in… in the… in the middle of… the… in the… 

Oh. My. God.

Your mouth goes agape. Even Chris’s deafening voice doesn’t break your trance. It’s like everything around you fades to the background, and the planets all align over the fed’s head. You have never seen a more… ethereal being. Built not as big as Chris, you see strength under that suit. Thick thighs, bulging biceps, man tits under that button down. His blue eyes scan down the line, not yet noticing you, thank god. If he had, he’d notice the hearts in your eyes and the damp spot between your legs. He’s got a small stubble and some blonde fringe over the sides of his chiseled face.

“...Be on your best fucking behavior. None of you want to end up like inmate 3825-63. Do you?” Oh, that’s your number. Yippie! “That’s what I thought. Cooperate with the agent here with whatever he needs for his investigation, and we’ll have no problems. Don’t, and he can kick your ass just as well as I could. Understood?!” Everyone yells their understanding, but you’ve got too much drool in your mouth to do the same. Not really, but you might as well the way you ogle him. “Floor’s yours.” 

The agent steps forward. “Name’s Leon Kennedy, and I’m—.” Oh. Daddy’s here.

[theboysfromaustin]

I listen to a lot of podcasts.

TRUE CRIME (and lesser crime)

Excuse Me, That's Illegal

True Crime Sucks

POP CULTURE

Culture Dump

Telehell

The Leftover Pizza Podcast

The Purple Stuff Podcast

The Rad Years

This Was A Thing

Time Blaster Toy Cast

DISASTERS

Employee #1

Hard Landings

Swindled

This Is a Disaster

STORIES

The Let's Read Podcast

GHOSTS N SPOOKY SHIT

Paranormal Round Table (They're local!)

Red Web

Scared to Death

Stuff They Don't Want You To Know

This Paranormal Life

OH GOD

Digging Up The Duggars

THE MISCELLANY

Beach Too Sandy, Water Too Wet

Behind the Bastards

Omnibus

Sawbones

Timesuck With Dan Cummins

You're Wrong About

MUSIC

Devin Townsend Podcast

Disgraceland

[go-amy-go]

Dear Bride and Groom, I am Perfectly Capable of Dressing Myself for Your Wedding, so Calm TF Down

That’s right, my loves. I am a grown woman with a credible fashion sense. In fact, since you forgot when my birthday is and planned your wedding on that hallowed day, I will be exactly 52 the day you walk down the aisle. In those 52 years I have learned how to dress my particular body. I am unlikely to show up under or overdressed (as long as you finally get around to sharing the dress code with us). I will cover up any offensive tattoos and my hair will be a silver and blue cloud of loveliness. So you don’t need to worry about me, No, I mean it, stop worrying about me and sending me pictures of bridesmaids dresses that will make me look like a stumpy flower fairy. I mean, I’m not a bridesmaid. I’m not an anything, really. Stepparents get stuck out of the way somewhere, which is absolutely fine with me.

BUT! As a gesture of good will, I will show you some of the dresses I have considered and rejected. This will make you feel better and engender trust in my decision making process. I think.

Anyway, here we go:

You have to admit, people like this look. Something about the doubled-up granny hose and the sparkly crotch just does it for a lot of people. But I really wouldn’t want to upstage the wedding party, which I most certainly would if I attempted to stuff myself into this glamorous sausage casing.

This looks super comfortable and I think it comes in your theme colors but I am sensitive to the the objections of the older guests who might be troubled by this ensemble. Is your internet-ordained celebrant also an exorcist?

This festive fabric is popping with with colorful birds. You like birds, don’t you? Oh, sure, I get it. Psychedelics aren’t on the menu. Moving on.

Ok, I can see that this is inappropriate for a beach wedding. Still, I may pick up some horns to slip on when you aren’t paying attention. (Which should be always, seeing as it’s your wedding day and you have enough to worry about!)

Did you know that I once played a ringmaster in a school musical? My costume was nowhere near as exciting as this one, although I did have a large hat. So you can understand why I am drawn to it. Still, as far as I know we are not going to be having a Hug Jackman sing-along, so I’ll skip it.

If only you were getting married on a farm! This one is made out out honest-to-goodness flour sacks and cast-off overalls, but maybe it’s a bit immodest.

This, on the other hand, is Duggar-esque. Having lived through a half century of August birthdays I can tell you that this would render the wearer miserable in about 5 minutes. Waaay too much fabric.

This is the dress I most wish I could wear, although I promise I won’t. I just know how much I would enjoy drifting through the ballroom like the vengeful ghost of a Victorian governess. Alas.

As a final gift to you, let me suggest that if you are really adamant that I match the other two mothers you should consider this new take on twinsies, er, tripletsies. I call dibs on green!

And so, my beloved children, I hope I have shown you that I can be trusted to pick out my own appropriate wedding attire. Now you can stop thinking about it and turn your attention to the little shells you are going to scatter on the tables.

Much love,

Your wicked stepmother

[aajjks]

Y/n let’s the maid guide her to the kitchen and she starts to cook, and lets Y/N help as long as she could. Y/n prepares a meal for the next few days and cleans the dishes at the same time and the maid watches her thinking to herself “Oh you remind me so much of her…” then she says to y/n “Hey I think it is time to get you to bed, it is eleven’ o clock at night. Come with me to your room.”

Y/n nods as she follows the maid like a lost puppy but the maid surprises her by holding her hand softly as if she is guiding a lost little child in the huge mansion.

Meanwhile with Johnathan’s friends

The stop the car with the corpse in silence then one speaks up and says “At least he died happy because she is safe with that man. We need to find out more about him before we decide if we need to get her out or not. I feel like he has many secrets he is keeping from her.”

Y/n younger brother pops in and says “He is a creep going for a minor; I think she reminds him of someone he holds dear in his heart. Plus he has always been cold in the classroom, he teaches both high school and college, but his aura gives off CEO rich Duggar daddy.”

The men stop in their thoughts and look at him and one of them asks “What else have you picked up on?”

He cringes and says to the older men “He looks at her as if she is his soulmate, or someone who saved him. He looks at her when he thinks anyone is looking. He looks at her as if she is his wife, his goddess, his savior. She is naïve about looks, I tried to give her hints but she looked at me as if I had three different pairs of eyes with differ colors.” He shakes his head and lets out a sad chuckle as he reminisces about his noona.

-✨

Jungkook can’t believe that you’re all his now, and it looks like that you’re adapting to your new life, so easily.

You’re nothing like her after all, actually you were never like her, jungkook turns sides on his bed, thinking about you, tomorrow he will take you out, show you just how perfect he can be for you.

“Oh yn… no one come between us anymore.. you’re all mine forever and always.

[bqbecke]

Counting the Cost by Jill Duggar: B Reviews Books

Jill Duggar Dillard's debut memoir did not disappoint. In fact, it was much more gut wrenching, eye opening and well-done than I would have imagined.

For those who are unaware, Jill Duggar Dillard is the fourth of the 19 children of Michelle and Jim Bob Duggar, the stars of 19 Kids & Counting and a variety of other TV specials. The family follows Bill Gothard's rendition of radical and conservative Christianity, known as the IBLP (Institute of Basic Life Principles). Some basic rules include:

no hugging before marriage (or anything else for that matter)

mum and dad have their noses in your business at all times

no formal education

no dancing (??)

extremely modest clothing (we're talking Amish-style here)

& one million more little rules that do not make sense to me as an agnostic/atheist

Jill's memoir details her life from the very beginning as Sweet Jilly Muffin, the obedient and "perfect" daughter who did whatever her father and the IBLP required of her, through being parentified as a "buddy" for her younger siblings as a young teen, to becoming an unpaid reality TV star who did it all for the sake of "ministry" and finally, meeting her now-husband Derick under the watchful eye of her father, Jim Bob, who she refers to as Pops throughout the book.

Mild spoilers here, but in Jill's memoir, you will hear about all of the horrors of her young life, ranging from relatively mild and sad (eating beans for dinner because her parents did not have enough money and too many mouthes to feed) to absolutely heart wrenching (being molested by her older brother, who she then had to go onto national television to defend his "honour"), and a thousand more things in between.

Now confession time: I used to religiously watch 19 Kids & Counting and Counting On until I was in my mid-twenties. Jill and I are born a few months apart, so I always connected with her. Reading this book felt like reading the diary of a friend, and it was just as disturbing as you can imagine.

A big surprise for me in this book was how much I ended up liking Derick. On the show, he seemed to be a bit of a goof, and he posted some pretty nasty things on Twitter many moons ago, which he now seems to have redacted or changed his mind about. But reading through this... It seems like he is one of the most level-headed people involved in this sad wreck of a familial situation. And he had the guts to stand up to Jim Bob. A win in my opinion.

Overall, I really enjoyed this book. If any of the other siblings were to put out a similar tell all (Jinger's I won't read because she talks no shit about her father, who I believe is at least somewhat evil based on Jill's writing, which may or not be a fair assessment), I would not hesitate to buy it and read.

Sending Jill and her family so much love, and I hope they can continue to rebuild.

[spurgie-cousin]

one thing I've discovered: I think because of tumblr's format, people interested in specific families esp have migrated to places like reddit and fb, where you can create ultra niche groups that are easy to find (not the case here). it's just easier to have in depth convos about super specific topics on those platforms.

I'm realizing that tumblr does have a pretty big ex-religious community though, which is where I've been getting most of my new engagement from lately, and *some* of those people are just by default also aware of/interested in public fundie families.

but I think it'd take a lot to get fundie tumblr back to how it used to be and idk if that's ever going to happen, because it was *so* focused on specific people. and in a way that's kind of good, because it means that people like the Duggars and Bates are losing relevance and taking up less space in people's minds.......I don't think the general public is as receptive to far right fundamentalists in pop culture as they used to be. so the conversation is taking a turn towards the movement as a whole, and these days there are fewer examples of prominent fundamentalist figures in popular culture to focus on in like, a lifestyle sense.

but yea as long as I'm on here I'll be keeping tabs on them lol. I've always appreciated tumblrs vibe in regards to this subject, but for people wanting to talk about it more there are definitely places out there!

fundieblr, my beloved

are you there? are you dead? where did you go? have you just changed, and i haven't realised? are the glory days over? will you be back? is anyone there? can anybody hear me? is there even anything worth talking about anymore?

is it time to let you go?

[wtffundiefamilies]

Johannah from 2008-2009

[quiver-full-of-sims]

I’m always so thankful that my son and “daughter-in-LOVE” live nearby! I come over very frequently to check up on Cayla while Alex is at work.

I know how lonely it can be before you have children while your husband is away, especially if you are used to a full home!

The poor thing is having SEVERE morning sickness, despite barely having a bump! It’s quite a trial for her, but I’m so glad that I can be a COMFORTING presence during this special season of life. There’s nothing like anticipating your very first blessing!

[AN: And the “SEVERE” makes an appearance 😂 It’s so much fun to use these Jrod-isms in my posts]

[houseoffundies]

Bringing up Bates Returned - Feb. 10

For months, Bringing Up Bates fans have been waiting for news about Season 11. Since the 10th season ended, fans have been looking for news that the show might be coming back. After TLC canceled Counting On, the Duggar family’s show, fans became worried that Bringing Up Bates would see the same fate.

Now, we finally have an update about the future of the Bates family’s show. So, is the family returning to UPtv, or is their show done for good?

“Bringing Up Bates continues to outperform its prior seasons in the ratings because the Bates are beloved by our viewers and fans who watch the series weekly and engage with the family on social media,” Hector Campos, vice president, content strategy and programming at UPtv, said in a statement. “We repeatedly hear from viewers how much they appreciate the Bates family and that they look forward to spending time with their favorite large family each week for an entertaining and uplifting safe haven on television.”

Along with this announcement, UPtv revealed that the show will return on Thursday, February 10, 9/8c. As for what’s to come in the new season, fans will get to see a little bit of everything that’s going on in the Bates family’s life.

The new season will follow the ups and downs of Gil and Kelly Jo Bates’ life with their 19 children and many grandchildren. Nathan Bates and Esther Keyes will tie the knot during the new season, while Katie Bates and her fiance Travis Clark plan their wedding, too.

Lawson Bates’ relationship with Tiffany Espensen heats up, making fans wonder if he will pop the question soon. Also in the season, fans may get to see new Bates babies join the family.

Alyssa and John Webster move to a new home in Florida, and the season may feature other new houses, too. Carlin Stewart and Whitney Bates continue working on the Bates Sisters Boutique.

At this point, there aren’t too many details about the upcoming season of the show. So, fans should stay tuned for more updates in the near future. For now, fans are excited that the Bates family’s show will continue. Source

[3liza]

the Wayfair file cabinet/zip tie parking lot urban legend conspiracists refuse to admit this but the majority of child trafficking in the usa occurs within biological families and within the foster system. Reuters did a massive exposé about it in 2013 and as usual, it was almost completely ignored/forgotten immediately, and after Yahoo groups closed, the foster trafficking market moved to Facebook, where it continues without interruption or oversight.

most of it is either unenforced or actually legal, requiring very little paperwork to make any other adult the current parents choose become the legal guardians of the children. sometimes they don't even bother with that, because if a child remains out of the school system and off the grid they can grow to majority without the government even being aware of them. these people often pop up on reddit /r/LegalAdvice wondering how to get a social security card and birth certificate. if the government is aware of them, CPS is so overwhelmed that enforcement is prioritized for the nightmare hoarding/visible physical abuse/starvation/dozens of complaints cases, and most cases that don't meet the threshold of "squeaky wheel" in those circumstances won't get any assistance or interference. even if CPS does manage to reclaim abused foster children, they just go back into the foster system for Family Roulette all over again.

the predominance of Stranger Danger narratives is driven primarily by cultural hysteria, but also in part by conservative homeschooling "quiverfull" types (like the Duggars) who want to be able to abuse their children at home in peace, and foster traffickers who don't want anyone interfering with or being suspicious of their child-swapping and -hoarding.

Adoption causes way more intergenerational trauma and collective health issues than I think many "kept" people realize.

If you bother to read it, the science is clear: adoption is violently traumatic, and causes devastating, irreversible health issues for millions of human beings. Yet I'd have more luck conveying the severity and longevity of my own trauma to most non-adoptees with "I was dropped on my head as a baby."

Heck, I didn't begin to contend with the horrors of my situation until my mid forties. Being yeeted directly after birth into foster care and eventually adopted by lovely, well-intentioned folks who were not prepared *at all* to help me deal with the lifelong neurodevelopmental disorders and physical health problems directly caused by my abandonment at birth has permanently damaged me. I'm saying so as one of the "lucky ones".

I adore my adoptive family. They're incredible parents. We love each other dearly. This doesn't change the fact, not for one second, that I wouldn't wish adoption on ANYBODY. Thankfully, my folks understand this. I wish more adoptive parents did.

The modern adoption industry* is, by design, deeply misogynistic, racist, transactional, ableist, imperialist, colonial. Ignorance and hate and apathy and coercion and subjugation and dehumanization and capitalism are what keep the machine running.

We're already seeing the beginning of Baby Scoop Too: Electric Boogaloo on Facebook. On Twitter. On Instagram. On other social media platforms owned and controlled by obscenely wealthy white men who don't consider private adoptions to be unethical.

You may *think* that legalized human trafficking doesn't really effect you, but soon, if the Christofascists continue their cultural blitzkrieg, the amount of infants and children who end up in the foster care system, adopted by unqualified people, or in devastating private "rehoming" situations like the one shared above, or even worse situations, is gonna SKYROCKET.

So...I'm barely on Facebook anymore for a few different reasons. One of them is that I couldn't handle watching a whole bunch of ignorant self-proclaimed feminists making shitty adoption jokes after Roe was overturned.

Another reason is that Facebook is LITERALLY A BABY MARKET.

ADOPTIVE PARENTS ARE BUYING AND SELLING CHILDREN ON FACEBOOK. WHAT THE ACTUAL UNFORTUNATE FUCK.

Nearly 100 million American families are in the adoption triad, with a majority of adoptees' needs and voices being considered last instead of first. It's so backwards.

Non-kinship adoption is a systemic violence that cannot help but touch the lives of billions. That is so very, very bad for ALL of us, not just abandoned infants and children, or their struggling parents.

Some straightforward followup questions for every person who has ever asked me questions about being adopted:

Are you a feminist? Are you antiracist? Are you a humanitarian? Anti-ableist? Do you consider yourself lefty, liberal, or otherwise progressive? Do you respect science? Then please reevaluate your perceptions of adoption.

For every adoptive or bio parent you listen to, listen to three or more adoptees. For every shitty adoption "joke" you've ever told, check in with an adoptee (or first mom) in a kind and caring way. For every ignorant question you've ever asked a adoptee about our "real parents", crack a book.

Please. Do some research. Learn. Please. Center transracial adoptees, disabled adoptees, queer adoptees. Please. This stuff impacts all of us just as surely as countless other aspects of systemic rape culture do. Try to understand. Please.

I'm more certain than ever that we must abolish before we can rebuild.

Please give a shit. Please.

*The fact that adoption is an industry at all should shock and horrify us all, and yet... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[spurgie-cousin]

Just my two cents. If everyone had more compassion towards each other it would be awesome. The duggars and those who think like them should show kindness and not judgement towards others who choose, for whatever reason, to have an abortion. Equally, those who want to point out how much they disagree with jessa and her beliefs would do well to remember she had a miscarriage so maybe a bit of compassion in that direction would be a good thing too.

i don't disagree but if you don't know, I'm a person who had to get an abortion as a teenager. it was a decision i had to make all alone at a time where i was suicidal and the only people who i remember showing me real kindness at the time were a few friends and the staff at Planned Parenthood. I actually burst out into tears when the escort popped up and told me to look at her and everything will be ok because I didn't expect to encounter any kindness at all during the process. I didn't even have my parents, I was young enough to think "I really just want my mom" while driving there but that wasn't an option.

Is every single person understanding about women grieving miscarriages? No not at all, bc it's a primarily female issue and those have never been taken seriously but at least Jessa gets messages of support. Every time I talk about my abortion on this small platform I get called a murderer by strangers a minimum of 3 times.

So all that to say, sure I can acknowledge that she's hurting and possibly acting out but I am too. She can talk to her family about this, she can post about this on instagram even, without fear that she'll get death threats or be disowned and I can't. I don't get to talk openly about how I feel or how hurt I am or how cruel people have been bc no one wants to hear about abortion.

yea she deserves grace but she is making extreme moral judgements about something she refuses to educate herself on and I'm not going to feel bad about having an emotional reaction to that too.

[totallyrobophobic]

So, I have no idea how reddit fully works, just so I'm clear: r/fundiesnarkiesnark is where there is snark on fundie snarkers and r/fundiesnark is where there is only snark on fundies? Sorry if that was confusing, the subbreddits' purpose is lost on me

That's alright, the Reddit Snark Lore is surprisingly convoluted. Honestly it may be best if I explain the fundie subreddits from the beginning.

In the beginning, before the scandals, there was only one Duggar-oriented subreddit: r/19KidsAndCounting, which was a forum where people could talk about the TLC reality show. However, the moderators of that subreddit were pretty absent so when the 2015 Josh scandals happened, people instantly got frustrated at the lack of quality control. For example, obvious tabloid accounts would spam the subreddit with tabloid articles.

Thus, r/CountingOn was born. The purpose of the subreddit was to allow people to post about the Duggars with some sort of moderator filter in place; for example, posts linking tabloid articles were banned and users were not allowed to insult children. However, one mod (u/KickANoodle) got power-crazy and went on a ban spree, banning people who were "too snarky."

People upset at the ban spree went on to form r/DuggarsSnark, a place for everyone to say mean things without fearing censorship. Shortly after, r/FundieSnark also popped up with a similar mindset but for non-Duggar content, like the Rodrigues family and Girl Defined.

Since r/DuggarsSnark and r/FundieSnark are built on being rude to people, the subreddits quickly became more and more negative and toxic, with any positivity being removed for "leghumping." A fair number of users got frustrated with this and thus r/FundieSnarkUncensored was born. The purpose of the sub was to have the same content as r/FundieSnark but allow more nuance in opinion. So, for example, complimenting Jill on branching out was allowed full stop, whereas on r/FundieSnark, you can only compliment Jill Duggar if in the same breath you say "take that, Jim Bob!" or "she still has shitty beliefs though."

I'm not quite sure about the timeline during this era of reddit snarkdom, but around the same time r/FundieSnarkUncensored became a thing, someone else created r/FundieSnarkieSnark so that people could talk about the bad/toxic parts of the community in r/FundieSnark and r/DuggarsSnark. It was specifically an area to express your frustrations about the environments fostered in snark subreddits. The r/FundieSnark mods found out about this and decided to create a bot that banned everyone who dared comment on r/FundieSnarkieSnark. This bot created a lot of controversy because a lot of users felt that they should feel free to express frustrations on a different forum, and the r/FundieSnark mods got a lot of backlash. In the heat of the moment, the r/FundieSnark mods privated their 70k+ member subreddit in some strange effort of damage control. If you wanted to participate in r/FundieSnark, you had to be manually added by a mod. Redditors didn't like the long wait time (honestly it was ridiculous; the only reason I got approved in a timely manner is because the mods recognized me), so they flocked to r/FundieSnarkUncensored to continue the Girl Defined hate circlejerk.

Nowadays, r/FundieSnark is irrelevant, r/FundieSnarkUncensored is the new r/FundieSnark, and r/FundieSnarkieSnark is the place where snarkers can vent about people who call babies ugly.

[countingandsnarkingon]

I was just thinking that a potential Duggar baby boom, whether this year or next, won't really mean anything. So many of the Duggars have gone private that I doubt we'll even see any potential announcements. I'll be shocked if we ever see another "official" Duggar pregnancy announcement. It's likely to be pure speculation from this point forward.

I don't think I'll officially consider Duggars private until after the sentencing is for the most part dealt with. I am still on the fence about if their absence is premant or circumstantial. Like, with Joe and Kendra for instance, they weren't/aren't very social media active to begin with but, they still have a (last time I checked) public IG. I think its still possible we could see the return of more frequent announcements around mother's day and or sometime this summer. Personally, I just think the current speculation about Kendra is a little unfair. Those images from the wedding were dark and from a bad angle. I wouldn't be surprised if she is and they pop up with a birth announcement but, it could just simply be a terrible and poorly timed screen grab.

[duggardata]

Welcome to The World, Fern Elliana!

Get The Data Here.

On July 18, 2021, Fern Elliana Seewald was born.  She’s the Fourthborn Child of Jessa (Duggar) + Benjamin Seewald, joining 2 Brothers—Spurgeon Elliot (b. 2015) and Henry Wilberforce (b. 2017)—and 1 Sister, Ivy Jane (b. 2019).  Until Fern, Jessa had all Home Births, but Fern was born at a hospital—specifically, Washington Regional Medical Center in Fayetteville, AR.  Jessa + Ben took to social media—as opposed to tabloids like People or Us Weekly—to announce Fern’s arrival.  She made her debut on YouTube.

Read on for Fern’s impact on Jessa + Ben’s and the Duggar Family Data...

What Was Fern’s Due Date?

Jessa left us in suspense for her entire pregnancy; Duggar Data was honestly worried that we might never know her Due Date.  But, thankfully, she decided finally to spill the beans in Part 1 of Fern’s Birth Videos.  In that video (@ 6:41), title text pops up that says, “Due Date is July 17th!”  So, yeah...   Jessa’s Due Date with Fern was, apparently, July 17, 2021.  Thanks for the info, Jessa!

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With a confirmed Due Date in hand, we can move on to the Timing Data...

Timing of...  Pregnancy Announcement

Jessa + Ben went public with Pregnancy #4* on February 18, 2021.  (ET Online got the exclusive.)  Due July 17, 2021, Jessa was 131 Days Along (18 Weeks, 5 Days), at the time.  Here’s how her other Pregnancy Reveals compare—

w/ Spurgeon   86 Days Along  (Due Date—Nov. 1, 2015) 

w/ Henry   117 Days Along  (Due Date—Feb. 2, 2017)

w/ Ivy   133 Days Along  (Due Date—Jun. 5, 2019)

w/ Fern   131 Days Along  (Due Date—Jul. 17, 2021)      

Jessa + Ben’s Data.   Pre–Fern, Jessa + Ben announced at 112 Days Along, on average.  Factoring in Fern, that shifts to 117 Days Along (+5 Days) (16 Weeks, 5 Days).

Overall Duggar Data.   Up until Jessa + Ben’s 4th* Pregnancy Announcement, it the typical Duggar Pregnancy Announcement occurred at 94 Days Along.  With Fern factored in, this shifts to 95 Days Along (+1 Day).

... Sex / Name Reveal

As usual, Jessa + Ben waited until birth to publicly reveal the name or sex.  (But they found out, early on.)  This practice remains typical for them.

Overall Duggar Data.   Doing a pre–birth Sex Reveal is still ‘typical’ for Duggars, as they’ve been done for 17 of 22 GrandDuggars (77%), so far.  When its done, a Duggar Sex Reveal occurs at 149 Days Along (~21 Weeks), on average.  Now, as for Name Reveals...  Those are not at all typical for Duggars.  There’s been a pre–birth Name Reveal for only 2 GrandDuggars—Mackynzie and Samuel.

... Delivery vs. Due Date

Jessa’s Due Date was July 17, but Fern actually arrived on July 18th.  She was 1 Day Late.  Here’s how that compares with Jessa’s other deliveries—

Spurgeon   4 Days Late

Henry   4 Days Late

Ivy   10 Days Early

Fern   1 Day Late

Jessa + Ben’s Data.   Until Fern, Jessa delivered 1 Day Early [0.67], on average.  Now, with Fern’s data, it’s typical for Jessa to deliver On Time (+1 Day).

Overall Duggar Data.  Pre–Fern, your typical GrandDuggar arrived 2 Days Early [1.95].  With Fern, it remains 2 Days Early [1.82] (No Significant Change).

Birthweight + Length

At birth, Baby Fern was 8 Pounds, 5 Ounces, and 21 Inches Long.  Here’s how she stacks up with her siblings—

Spurgeon   9 Pounds, 11 Ounces; 21.25 Inches

Henry   8 Pounds, 11 Ounces; 21.75 Inches

Ivy   7 Pounds, 14 Ounces; 20.5 Inches

Fern   8 Pounds, 5 Ounces; 21 Inches

Jessa + Ben’s Data.   Until Fern came along, the typical Newborn Seewald was 8 Pounds, 12 Ounces and ~21 Inches Long.  Factoring in Fern, that shifted to 8 Pounds, 10 Ounces (–2 Oz.) and ~21 Inches Long (No Significant Change).  

Overall Duggar Data.   Currently, my spreadsheets aren’t set up to calculate the  ‘typical’ Birthweight + Length for the family’s newborns, overall.  Sorry!

Effect on Procreative Pace / ESOQ / Total Grands

Fern is a ‘rainbow baby.’  So...  She doesn’t affect Procreative Pace (PP), right?Like Hazel?  Actually, no, wrong.  Fern’s Child Spacing is a Post–Loss Spacing, but we have no idea of the Date of Loss—and therefore, can’t calculate a Child Spacing to associate with the prior loss.  Darn!  When this occurs, we factor in the loss by simply adjusting the subsequent Child Spacing—in this case, Fern—by the Gestational Age at Miscarriage or, if it’s unknown, by 42 Day.  (It’s our last resort to just assume it was a fairly–typical 6 Weeks Loss.  That’s where 42 Days comes from...  6 * 7 = 42.)

Okay, so...  Ivy’s DOB is Mary 26, 2019 and Fern's is July 18, 2021.  The actual Child Spacing is 784 Days.  Subtracting 42 Days from that, we get an adjusted Child Spacing of 742 Days.

Jessa + Ben’s Data.   Pre–Fern, Jessa + Ben’s Procreative Pace was 649 Days (1 Birth / ~21 Months).  Factoring in Fern’s Child Spacing (742 Days), that shifts to 680 Days (+31 Days), or 1 Birth / ~22 Months.  Based on this, their ESOQ is now 12 Children.

Overall Duggar Data.   Pre–Fern, the family’s typical Procreative Pace was 561 Days, or 1 Birth / 18.4 Months (Per Couple).  Factoring in Fern, this shifts a bit to 568 Days (+7 Days).  We’re heading in the right direction!

As of July 30, 2021, the Predictor expects a total of 222 GrandDuggars.    

When to Expect Seewald #5

Here’s what the Predictor expects with regard to Seewald #5—

Baby News   December 17, 2022

Sex / Name Reveal   At Birth

Due Date   May 29, 2023

Birthdate   May 29, 2023

Good luck, Fern!  Have a nice life.  We’re all rooting for you.