#tmi hallie

[thefundiemuseum]

Jill vs. the Coveretts: A Timeline of Events

While there have been vagueposts on both sides prior to Tim + Heidi's wedding, and Hallie has been pretty open about her opinions on Jill, I'm going to focus on the social media back and forth around Tim's wedding.

As far as I can tell it starts here, with Jill posting about the wedding.

She says that pics will follow once Tim + Heidi give the go-ahead. At first, that seems like a huge step forward for Jill and Tim. A boundary set by one of her children that Jill respects? Even though it could deny her social media engagement and the opportunity to talk about marriage? HUGE. Big if true.

... It was (probably) not true. Also at the wedding, Jill takes some pictures of of Samuel + Brianne. More on that later.

Within a couple of days, Jill broadcasts to the world about Tim + Heidi's purity with some (unflattering) video and images from the wedding. It is unclear if she actually got that approval from the bride and groom, or if she couldn't resist posting about the wedding. If they did approve of her posting, it's unlikely that they approved of the whole "purity" thing, given Heidi's family's reaction.

"We are so thankful that Timothy and Heidi chose purity in their relationship. It brings God great glory!"

Ellen and Hallie Coverett have Thoughts about Jill's post. Ellen says "Some things can be left private and don't need to be plastered all over facebook. Especially if it's about someone else. Private decisions between a husband and wife is not the world's business. JS We need to stop making preferences, commandments. Stop making others feel bad or dirty for having a different opinion.""

Heidi's grandmother weighs in with "TMI. This should be left private."

At this point, Jill could remove the video per Heidi's family's requests. She could apologize for crossing a boundary. She could even do nothing, which might be better than what she chose to do. . . The Double Down.

David also posts in her defense. I'm not including the full things because I'd probably hit my limit of images that I'm allowed in a single post.

Hallie (Coverett) Judge is done with Jill's shit.

Several Rods come to Jill's defense, however.

Nurie writes about her own experience saving her first kiss for the wedding. It's giving "well I never wore a seatbelt growing up and I turned out just fine, what are YOU so worked up about?" (Guess who just remembered Nurie's track record with seatbelts. . .) It's like that weird aunt who says at family reunions "my mother commented on my weight all the time and I turned out fine, so I don't understand why you're making a big deal out of all this."

Jonathan and Kaylee chime in. They're a little more subtle than Nurie in their support for Jill, but they're still pro "save the first kiss for the altar, and then tell everyone about it."

And then Timothy finally gets involved. He starts by untagging himself from his mother's FB post. Jill appears to then edit his name out of her post to hide the fact that he was originally tagged there.

Tim posts on Facebook thanking everyone for the well wishes. He includes a scripture that commands men to "leave his father and mother and be joined unto his wife." Often shortened to "leave and cleave," this verse is typically used in Christian circles to, among other things, emphasize the importance of growing up and establishing your own family separate from your parents'. While a secular person might say "cut the cord" in response to an overbearing MIL, a conservative Christian might say "leave and cleave."

Renee writes a poem and posts it to Jill's FB (allegedly, I'm still not convinced that anyone but Jill ever writes for her socials). The poem is quite long and all about how important it is to listen to your mother, how your mother's love is there to protect you. Some highlights:

"As the toddler reaches for an object on the shelf, / Not knowing that it may bring harm or danger to herself, / Her mother quickly scolds her as she leads the babe away."

"In each mistake or wilful [sic] sin and choice to disobey, / Her mama still is standing near, to guide, correct, and pray."

"The soul inside her daughters [sic] heart is far too great a price, / To keep from saying something, for the sake of being 'nice'."

As poetry goes, it's pretty mediocre. Maybe someday I'll do a full analysis of Rodlet poetry, but for the time being, just know that it's what you'd expect. A singsong meter, AABB rhyme, fairly juvenile language.

I think Brianne is the last to jump in on all this. She is in full support of Jill. If there were any question as to how well Brianne will fit with this family--not anymore.

We have another vaguepost from Ellen Coverett about the ways our children grow up and grow away from us.

Update! On October 3 (he asked me what day it was I'm sorry I can't help myself), Jill posts pictures she took of Samuel + Brianne for their "official courtship photoshoot."

Eagle-eyed viewers may notice that Samuel is in his wedding attire.

This photoshoot was done AT the wedding.

Brianne went to this wedding with her princess dress presumably stowed in the car, took the time to change (during the reception, I guess?), and had a whole photoshoot with Samuel while they were there to celebrate and support Timothy + Heidi.

AND THEN JILL TAGS IT #RESPECTFULTOPARENTS.

Ok, Jill. We get it. You have a favorite, and it's the gal who won't set boundaries with you.

Miscellaneous

I wasn't sure where to put these in the timeline, but I think it's worth noting that Jill seems to pick out the photos that are specifically the most unflattering to Heidi.

Heidi's eyes are closed! And Jill is stepping on her dress! (The labels for the in-laws, the arrow pointing to Newman(?), the photoshopped Phil--there's so much going on.)

Also, Jill posts about the mocktail bar at the wedding, and Hallie reveals that not everyone was drinking mocktails that evening.

What Now?

As far as we can tell, there is no great schism in the Rod family. Ellen Coverett is still in Jill's downline, still selling Plexus and touting its benefits.

I hope Tim continues to set boundaries and establish distance from his mom. I hope he and Heidi are enjoying married life and not getting bogged down in social media nonsense. I hope he finds a healthier example of what a family can look like in the Coveretts. I hope he continues to grow.

(And yeah, it's so cathartic to see Hallie call Jill out on her BS.)

[sugoi-writes]

aaaaaye I edited #25 because I refuse to hear you say any part of your adorable anatomy is not adorable

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?

Hazel I'm gonna kick kiss??? your ass GDHDHDHDS HOW DID YOU KNOW

What are your 5 favorite songs rn?

**heavy breathing in Sleep Token** JK, Jk, here is my real answer, my love (one that does not include Ascensionism. Keep in mind my favorites shift around a lot):

Cracker Island - Gorillazs (IDONTCAREIFPEOPLEHATETHEIRNEWSOUND. IMLOVETHEM). THE BASSLINE GOES HARD. I FUCKS WITH IT)

The Loneliest - Måneskin

(THE GUITAR SOLO. ITS SO TRAGIC AND HAUNTING, THE WHOLE SONG. I Honestly think of Autumn and Alastor to it sometimes ((Yes yes, Autumn from A Doe in Fall, yes~ I just KNOW we are about to get hit where it HURTS))

Long Nights - Eddie Vedder

(I LOVE LOVE Into The Wild ((the book and movie)), and... GOSH this song soothes me in a way that is almost INSTANT. I'm talking livid tears and self destruction to catatonic. On my bad days, this song gets me to sleep. It's an Earthy song that reminds me that I'm just a person and to go Touch Grass). Could also be a good Alastor song, too, imo. Him just... Being comfortable with Long Nights, and just getting the chance to be himself when he's alone. Gdshhsjs EVERYTHING IS ALASTOR CODED IF YOU TRY HARD ENOUGH???

Never Meant to Know - Tally Hally

(for similar reasons as the song before; but also reminds me of one of my D&D characters!)

Danny Don't You Know - Ninja Sex Party

(HIGE dweeb/fan of NSP. This song is also just... Personal for me and wifey. It's a moral booster. Ever since I've been going by my preferred name, it just gets me more in the feels ❤️)

Do you believe in luck and miracles?

I believe in... Hmm. How do I explain this... There's kind of a balance with the world? Equal weights of good and bad. I believe that putting good energy into the world always comes back to you somehow, but also, on that same hand, no matter how hard someone tries, the bad luck has to come back eventually. Life embs and flows, and we can't always have it good... The world just balances things back out sometimes? Ex: For every 3 good things, 3 bad things will happen. It never has to be major or anything, but like... It could be as mundane as 'I found 5 bucks in my pocket!' to 'I spilled coffee on myself'. This isn't related at all to your question FYCK MEgdhdhdhdb

Luck... Yes, luck certainly exists. Some people come by it more honestly. Some people just stumble face first into it. I also believe there are just some people who are so devastatingly unlucky. I always try to work for what I got, but you'll still find me picking up pennies when Heads is facing up. I'm always looking for a lil bit of luck (and avoiding bad luck).

Miracles, well, the fact that Earth and life on Earth exists is a miracle in itself. It's also a miracle we haven't all killed each other yet. So life is fragile, but by golly, we are lucky and fortunate to be here. Space is weird. ❤️

Do you think there is life on other planets?

I would believe it! Small organisms, plants, and similar things for sure... But, in the infinite expanse of our galaxy, there's GOTTA be a handful of idiots like us who don't know what they're doing. Or even better, an alternate reality of here (which would be neat). Hi Alternate Me!

Favorite part of my daily routine

TMI, but taking my fucking bra off. I can't wait for a possible future where I may not have to worry about that. But, aside from that, Robin, who usually makes us dinner. Shes a really good cook, imo ❤️ And, well, it's nice to see her smile when I tell her she's doing a really good job.

What part of my body am I most comfortable with

I think 'eyes' is a cop-out, so I'll go ahead and say my hair. I really do enjoy the way it is rn. It's softer, much curlier and healthier than a few years ago... BUT I definitely want to redye it to a funky color soon, haha. But if I had to say most LIKED, it would definitely be my eyes. Lmao

Probably fair you don't ask the inverse of that question, because you would be SOOOO cross with me, hehe ❤️

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Expect similar questions asked to you, Pookie Bear 🫡❤️

[curiouschild]

I don’t have any more bras cuz they’re in the wash so I got on this xs tank from middle school to do the trick

[clairelutra]

me: man, i wonder why i feel like a sad raggedy ann doll. couldn’t possibly be because i’m on my 4th period in two months. no correlation there. what could it possibly be???

[greivous-bodily-harm]

y’all. i am fif-fucking-teen followers away from 100!

i’m-

i love yall so much!! thank u for enjoying my incoherent rambling and crying abt bellarke and other ships!!

i wanna do a follower celebration obviously, so lmk what yall would like??? i can do fics? or ask games? im not a gif-maker (i wish tho, those bitches r srsly talented) and im a shite artist but if yall have any ideas hmu!

[kiddiepool]

8,16,34

tmi for mun or muse     ♡      accepting.     —     @salvatoraes  

8:     OTP?

icb  you’re  asking  me  this  lmao.     steroline  (  tvd  )  ,  bonenzo  (  tvd  )  ,  bellarke  (  the  100  )  ,  marper  (  the  100  )  ,�� memori  (  the  100  )  ,  upstead  (  chicago  pd  )  ,  burzek  (  chicago  pd  )  ,  serenate  (  gossip  girl  )  ,  brittana  (  glee  )  ,    captain  swan  (  ouat  )  ,  jereza  (  qots  )  ,  barchie  (  riverdale  )  ,  zade  (  hod  )  ,  hayland  (  hod  )  ,  deckerstar  (  lucifer  )  ,  haleb  (  pll  )  ,  hallie  (  the  society  ).     i  could  go  on  and  on  but  these  are  my  top  favorites !

16:     Favorite Quote?

“ i  believe  in  pink.     i  believe  that  laughing  is  the  best  calorie burner.     i  believe  in  kissing  ,  kissing  a  lot.     i  believe  in  being  strong  when  everything  seems  to  be  going  wrong.     i  believe  that  happy  girls  are  the  prettiest  girls.     i  believe  that  tomorrow  is  another  day  and  i  believe  in  miracles.”     —     audrey  hepburn  

34:     Last person you talked to?

literally  just  sent  a  text  to  my  momma  lol

[straykidsshowsposts-blog]

SUNDAY KIDS!

Stray kids try pit different hobbies and activities on sundays. It is better explained by them in this introductory live.

(They talk about how they celebrated Halloween in the past).

THE EPISODES (so far):

1. FELIX, SEUNGMIN and I.N. make pepero sticks and decorate a cake. This episode features many sweet objects and them eating most of the items.

2. HYUNJIN, LEE KNOW and WOOJIN make room diffusers and scented candles. Hyunjin suffers in the strong scents and lee know destroys his candle even though he had printed instructions for himself. (a GOT7 member also enters for a second). Just to add- poor manager.

3. BANG CHAN, CHANGBIN and HAN (3RACHA) make neon signs. As time progresses they keep complicating things for themselves and they don't finish them in the end. The highlight is Changbin spilling glue on himself.

This is chan's completed sign. And for the other two I have no clue what happened with them.

4. The members join forces in an attempt to destroy HAN'S and I.N.'S hairline (RIP). Welcome to stray kids salon!

5. STRAY KIDS sit together and answer questions and share TMI (31 TMIs)

6. STRAY KIDS sit and play indoor games. Featuring an epic jenga match and halli galli.

7. SEUNGMIN, HYUNJIN and CHANGBIN bring skipping ropes but end up playing a game with dice. As the game progresses they end up becoming very competitive (an understatement). In the end they react to 'Side Effects' performance video too.

8. HAN, FELIX and I.N. go to Han River and have a picnic where they talk to STAY while eating. Then they play catch until it gets dark.

PS : THE EPISODES WHICH FOLLOW ARE AVAILABLE IN THE NEXT POST (Sunday Kids (part 2))

More will be added when episodes are released.

Please follow to 'stay' updated.

Like and reblog. I will make similar posts.

[carlseerey-blog]

Is there one thing you've done that you particularly regret? Why?

I don’t particularly regret it - it’s just…hard t’explain but… I mean sometimes… sometimes—I regret agreeing t’be in a relationship. 

Don’t get me wrong—I love Hallie, I do. But…before I was expendable-I didn’t exactly matter… I don’t want t’die by any means, but it’s kill or be killed around here, y’know? And I’d rather be killed than take away another person’s life and before that was.. just that. I didn’t have people - it wouldn’t matter that much. Now?… That poor woman’s been through so much already, the thought of her having t’lose someone else she loves? The thought that something might happen to her?… I didn’t used t’have t’worry… And now all I do is worry - and sometimes I think I regret that - Even if everything else is so much more worth it than that tiny instance of regret. 

[mrmichaelchadler]

In a Relationship

A lot of things have to go wrong to make a love story starring Emma Roberts and Michael Angarano dreary, but “In a Relationship” manages to do all of that and waste the talents of Dree Hemingway and Patrick Gibson as well. Writer/director Sam Boyd says he was inspired by his real-life relationship (I am so sorry, other person in that relationship), also the basis for his 2015 short with the same title. The two couples in this film are so annoying that I did not just want them to break up with each other; I wanted to find a way to break up with the movie, or perhaps scrape it off my shoe.

Call me a cranky baby boomer, but this movie could have been made specifically to validate the worst stereotypes about millennials. For 90 long minutes, two kind-of couples natter on and on about, primarily, whether or not they are couples. There are so many more interesting topics of conversation, like where they get the money to pay for all their things when none of them seem to have much interest in work. They pretty much spend all their time talking about themselves, having sex, complaining about not having more sex, and going to parties and clubs plus an “OJ Simpson Tour” date (with vodka in a water bottle) where one of the highlights is the school where OJ’s daughter once had a dance recital. This is supposed to be romantic and endearing. It is not.

The innovative micro-budgeted mumblecore indies are morphing into TMI-core, with films like the much better “Starlet” (also starring Hemingway), “Never Goin’ Back,” and “Social Animals” set in a world where “Did she lick your butthole?” is considered acceptable casual conversation. More than that, it is considered worthwhile dialogue for us in the audience. Why? Not because we are especially interested in the answer, or even whether the character asking the question is interested in the answer. And not as an indication of the personalities or the culture that are the focus of this very unfocused film.

Indeed, the film violates perhaps the single most important rule of storytelling: it has to have a point of view about how it wants us to see the characters and then deliver on that. A story can have ignorant, boring, or clueless characters as long as the storyteller understands that and finds a way to make it interesting by having something to say about them. Nothing takes the air out of the story faster than the movie thinking its characters are more appealing than they actually are, and that is the case here, big time.

Those of us who have actually been in relationships can tell from the first ten seconds that Hallie (Roberts) and Owen (Angarano) are in trouble. She is asking him (two-alarm relationship hazard alert) to recall their first night together. (Relationship killer #1) his best answer is “You were hot” and (Relationship killer #2) he does not know that the obligatory response to this question, after “I felt an immediate connection and could hardly breathe because I wanted you to feel it, too,” is “And what do you remember?” We will later find out that there was a multiple year gap between when she thought of their relationship as a Relationship and when he did, and that (three-alarm relationship hazard) even now, he resists retconning it to match her romantic narrative. When Owen receives notice of a rent increase, Hallie suggests (again) that she should move in. Four-alarm relationship hazard alert—he says it is not the right time.

Hallie’s cousin Willa (Hemingway) has just moved to town to attend some grad school program where there are apparently no classes or assignments, because no one in this movie has time to do anything but hang out and obsess about their relationships. Even though he has only read four books, lives with his parents, and still has rocket sheets on his twin bed (“Some girls think it’s adorable,” he says, hopefully), Willa sleeps with Owen’s best friend Matt (Gibson), giving rise to another dull exploration of whether they have the same idea about what that means. Are they “dating?” Just “hanging out?” Maybe if they spent a little time, say, getting to know one another beyond the “How many people have you slept with?” conversation (“We’re each other’s 10th!” Matt crows to Owen, as though that is a reliable an indicator of permanent couplehood), they might find the sense of connection they are dimly aware seems to be missing.

All four characters are much more concerned about being wanted than about being something worth wanting. This movie deserves a hazard alert of its own: exposure carries a high risk of irritation. 

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[redigitizing]

spiritguardian replied to your post “ahhh…why do these things always seem to happen to me…[[MOR] yet...”

Don't work yourself too hard! I don't think anyone could expect you to do 3 people's amount of work.

haha yeah surely not, though what bothers me most of the feeling of “i have so much i dont know about these projects, i don’t even know what i don’t know” that i know is gonna hit as soon as file requests start rolling in. they’re gonna be like “can you write me the briefing notes on this mission” and i’m gonna be awkwardly like “what is that mission” LOL.

it’s not having things to do that bother me (i welcome a long clear list of projects for work! it keeps me more awake & alert, when things are slow i just fall asleep), it’s the feeling of not knowing anything about these things bc im thrown in so suddenly. and i know my supervisor’s not gonna have time to talk to me about it much since she’s gonna be super busy too.

wuuuuu. i just happen to come in at a time when all the other staff are gone...these three missing people are normally supposed to be acting as extra mentors for co-op students like me but now they’re not here =w=;;;

BUT EVEN THEN this is a thousand times less physically taxing than the summer camp fiasco last year, so it’s fine i guess lol. i mean no matter what comes my way i’m just going to be sitting in front of a computer in the end? they don’t even care when i come in as long as i fulfill the right amount of hours, i've stumbled in an hour late once bc i overslept and nobody batted an eyelash. can’t complain about that when it could be much worse lolol.

so no danger to overworking, i’m just worried bc I dont wanna let my supervisor down I guess...! in times like this, a student is supposed to act especially well and take on extra responsibilities so I can impress them!

[curiouschild]

7. tell an embarrassing memory or story

This seems more intimidating on anon lmao but ima tell this story anyway!

Warnings: Pretty TMI. So I’ll put the story under the undercut thing. You’ve been warned. Proceed with caution friends!

Also I’m tagging @theamiableanachronism cuz I basically almost confessed this story to you anyway lol 

Here we go! (sorry this is super long)

SO!  There was one time when I was working at a camp and the schedule was we worked Sun-Fri so we only had Saturday off.

Because camp started as soon as school was over, I had to move out of my house during one of those weekends of camp. I only had Friday night til Saturday to pack everything, clean, move to the new place. Basically, I was on hyper speed mode from the time I got off until I came back to camp. 

Due to this lovely course of events, I didn’t have any time to shower. And as science will show, sometimes if one doesn’t shower, one tends to chafe. For the weekend that I moved out, I had the unpleasant experience of chafing in an area I hope never ever ever chafes again in my life because it was one of the most painful things I had ever experienced.

When I returned to camp, I was merrily doing my task of greeting the parents/campers as I did every Sunday. In order to overcome my frazzled appearance, I tried to make up for it by wearing a new sundress since there aren’t any outdoor activities on Sundays besides walking to dinner then to bed.

Things were fine. The dress kept me cool because it had a small slit that kept the air flowing, I looked nice and it all went fast as the happy little children checked in. However, towards the end of the day I could tell that I was getting rather uncomfortable south of the border. 

When the campers finally all arrived, it was dinner time and I had to hike the 2 mile stretch to the cafeteria on the other side of camp. It was apparent that the chafing was only getting worse. By the time I’m halfway passed the lake, I am waddling, doing my best to just keep going despite the pain. At some point I stepped on the hem of my dress and the slit that had only went to my knee now ripped up to my hip (thanks cheap old navy clothes!) and I’m now holding my dress together, stumbling like a lopsided elephant, and praying I find someone with a golf cart (that’s how big the camp is. We had golf carts.)

I make it to dinner, choosing to sit far away so that my dress doesn’t open up and accidentally scandalize the younglings. I make it through dinner and am ready to head to my cabin. I once again get to repeat my new style of walking as I try not to think about the very awful feeling growing between my legs as every second passes.

I’m not far from the cafeteria when the health monitor (a sophomore med student) pulls up in her golf cart and notices the way I’m walking. She lovingly insisted that she and the nurse volunteer at the health office could help me relieve some of the pain before I go to bed and offered to drive me there and back. I begrudgingly agreed.

The nurse volunteer wasn’t there when we arrived. The health monitor offered me some powder to help the burn for the time being. So I go into the bathroom and shirk off the undergarments to apply the powder. The instant it touches skin, there was a burst of iciness; a burning sensation like when you have a mint in your mouth and you drink water making your throat feel like its on the cusp of an inferno. It was like I lit myself on fire.

I run out of the bathroom, demanding WTF this girl gave me. Turns out it was medicated powder. And there was nothing I could do for like the next ten minutes because washing it off made it even worse.

I collapsed in a chair torn between sobbing and fuming when EVENTUALLY the nurse gets there and she helps me figure out what exactly I need to help soothe pain. It doesn’t take long to give me a new medicine and I end up sitting at the front desk, undergarmentless with a slit the size of Texas up my legs, waiting for the nurse to drive me to the cabin.

This is fine. All of the campers are in bed. And I’ll be driven to my cabin soon!

That was, until the junior high camp leader, one of the counselors under him, and that guy’s camper, come inside the cramped office because the kid never got his medicine.

My eyes are blotchy from tearing up. A wave of goosebumps erupt up my leg and I’m a million times more aware of the slit that i have to keep closed so that no one sees anything. Oh, and all three of them are fairly tall so they could see over the desk. I couldn’t exactly evade my exposure that easily. Ofc.

I. Wanted. To. Die.

The junior high leader smiled at me and goes, “Hey Hal, what’s up?”

I swiveled the chair I’m in so my legs face away from him as best as I can manage. I look LITERALLY ANYWHERE but at him as I mumble a “hey” back. I’m praying to God like “PLEASE DONT LET THEM SEE PLEASE DONT LET THEM SEE”

This guy kept trying to make small talk while his counselor and the camper se the nurse. The health monitor is like. Staring horrorstruck at me. And the more anxiety I experience, the more the slit unraveled. It was truly the most panicky thing I had ever felt.

In the end, I didn’t flash any of the guys and they all left the office THANK GOODNESS!

I have never experienced a chafe like that again, and I have held a strong resentment towards old navy and slit sundresses ever since.

Thanks for sending me this risky ask!

[curiouschild]

*works out for two hours*

Mom: hey wanna go get breakfast?

Me: sure, I need to change first.

*mom kidnapping me*: HA I don’t have time for that let’s go, stinky!

[clairelutra]

protip: always make sure you’ve had a meal before taking NSAID-type painkillers. always.

[clairelutra]

Team 'I'm hungry but allergic to practically everything' represent ;v;

[carlseerey-blog]

What was your most memorable vacation?

Visitin’ Houston with Hallie. Some of the faces that woman made���Christ, y’d think she wouldn’t make it so obvious she’s never left New York before...but nope. It was clear as day.