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I have a celebrity crush and I feel like it's turning me into something I'm not. How do I get over it?

2020.10.26 20:24 UsandThem72 I have a celebrity crush and I feel like it's turning me into something I'm not. How do I get over it?

I feel like this is gonna be a bit long because I have A LOT to get off my chest so please bear with me. So I recently developed a crush on a woman who stars in a hit Netflix show. Let's just call her L. Now at first it was pretty harmless. I was especially drawn to her appearance. She's beautiful but not supermodel beautiful. Like her features aren't too special but when you put them together they just work. At least for me. Her voice is amazing. I can listen to her talk all day. And she has such a fun, quirky personality that I can't get enough of.
After watching the season finale of the Netflix show that she's on I immediately fell into a deep depression. It's like Post Series Depression amplified to 100. I learned from a youtube video that tv shows and movies simulate your social circle and I believe that. It felt like I said goodbye to a group of friends that I loved dearly. So this happened a month ago and I feel like the lingering thoughts of sadness still persist inside of me.
Anyway, to fill the earth-sized hole in my heart left by the aforementioned Netflix show I started watching another show that L stars in. And I feel like I fell for her even deeper than before. The show she stars in is semi-autobiographical so I feel like I'm watching the real her. Like how she is in real life. Which I know is bs because she's a celebrity and everything. But I still can't get that notion out of my head.
The thing about L is she is closely associated with the city she lives in. Unlike other celebrities who divide their time live in different places. She's done a few interviews about the city and neighborhood she lives in which means her location is common knowledge.
I hold a BS Degree in Tourism and one of my dreams is to become a flight attendant so I can travel the world. It wasn't much of a priority for me before but now I feel like actively pursuing it so I can get a chance to travel to the US so I can by some miracle bump into her since I know her neighborhood.
I'm starting to feel like I'm turning into something I'm not. I also feel like I'm becoming a shitty boyfriend because I've tried to leave my girlfriend twice in the past two months. Because my depression over this whole thing makes me feel like shutting everyone out and I've lost interest in social activities and hanging out with her. Also because my plans for the future always seem to not include her. I feel like taking her with me to the US to meet my celebrity crush just feels so wrong. I love her so much but I can't stop hurting her feelings. Which makes me feel even more depressed.
The truth is I don't really feel like I'm in love with L. Not in the traditional sense at least. I don't see myself being in a relationship with her. I just feel like I want to have a normal sit down conversation with her. About her life and her struggles(She once dealt with substance abuse but is sober now). And mine. I'm filled with so many unanswered questions and I feel like I'm drowning in them. What if I do see her? How do I approach her? What do I look like to someone like her? What if I initiate a conversation and she brushes me off because I came across like a weird fanboy?
There's also the questions that really fuck with my head. What if by the time I get there she's off shooting a movie somewhere? I imagine myself doing research about when she's gonna be starring in movies next so I can plan my trip according to her schedule so I'll know when she's in her neighborhood. Am I displaying stalkerish behavior? What if I go to like a restaurant or something and I leave just as she comes in and I barely miss her and I go on in life not knowing I could have potentially met her? Thinking about these things fills me with such hopelessness and I just want all of this to go away. I just want my old life back. this isn't me. I used to get crushes on celebrities but they were fairly normal and focused mostly on their appearance. And those crushes usually put me in a good mood. This one is making me feel totally miserable. Is it fucked up that my biggest goal in life is to get a good job so I can go to the US in the hopes of finding some random celebrity? What should I do?
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2020.10.26 20:05 PaulsWellEndsWell 23 [M4F] PA/Anywhere- C'est La Vie.

So hi there. My name is Paul. I've been spending a good bit of time mulling over how I want to write this. There are so many things I want to say and so many ways I want to say them, but I have to keep things concise because I'd rather not bore you. But hey, we're all here for different reasons I'm sure.
So right off the bat, plain and simple, I'm looking for my forever. I am looking for a woman to someday marry and have children with. I know that's not super common in this day and age but that's what I've wanted since I was very young and unless drastic changes occur I stand firm on that. But I don't just want a best friend/girlfriend and eventual wife. It took me 6 long years to figure it out, but I've finally figured out what I want out of a relationship more than anything else and how I can thrive in one, and it boils down to a simple bottom line: the happier I can make my partner, the happier I will be. Sounds kind of crazy, I know. But it's true! I was thinking about both of my past relationships and why one lasted so much longer than the other: because my ability to make one happy (and in turn make myself happy) was so much stronger with the one that lasted longer. I could never make the other one happy despite my best efforts and that in turn kinda hurt my own self-esteem quite a bit to the point that it was just draining trying to make her happy, but some people are just like that. The more I think about it, it almost sounds like mutual simping, if that makes sense. My point being, I can thrive off of doing/saying stuff that makes you genuinely happy, and not in a giving someone money kind of happy way. I don't roll like that. So, with all that out of the way, let's see how else we might be compatible!
First and foremost, I'm a huge gamer. Real original, I know. But I've been playing ever since I was able to hold a controller and it's been a blast ever since. If you couldn't tell from my intro, I'm also a big fan of stupid, quick-wit humor, akin to the likes of the Marx Brothers and Leslie Nielsen type movies. Some of my other interests are fairly niche (or nephew, depending on how you view them), and I don't watch many shows or movies (although I have started watching Ash vs Evil Dead and god I love Bruce Campbell) and I plan on starting Netflix's Castlevania next. Assuming COVID dies down any time soon, I'd definitely love to start getting into boxing, fencing, and archery! I also used to write a lot, but I've basically been battling writer's block for the last few years so that's fun. I've been itching to try loads of new things, including hydrocortisone. I want to continue learning how to cook as well; not to brag, but... I boil a mean pot of pasta. I'm also a meme connoisseur, with some dabbling in avant-garde shitposting. I've made some pretty spicy memes in my day if I do say so myself, maybe I'll show them to you someday ;) Also a fan of cats and dogs, sadly mildly allergic to both though.
I think that's about all I have to say. Hopefully you read through the whole thing (It gets on my nerves when people ask questions that I answered in the post) and we can get to chatting! I have no preference of either chat or DMs! I hope to hear from you soon!
Should note, preferred age range is 21-28!
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2020.10.26 07:19 hello_citizen 36 [M4F] - Winter is Coming - south central Wisconsin, USA

Hello Internet Friends,
I’m posting here in the hope that the exceptional woman I’m “supposed to” spend the rest of my life with is browsing this subreddit, looking for someone to warm her body and soul through the cold nights of the months ahead. The pandemic and current social climate have me thoroughly bummed out, but I make the days count by studying in pursuit of a health-related masters degree, volunteering with local veterans groups and the village fire department, managing a rental property, and staying active by lifting weights, doing yoga, and rucking.
If covid-19 were not a thing (or had been effectively controlled by now), I’d be looking forward to coaching wrestling this winter and playing rugby in the spring. As it stands, I currently spend way too much time playing video games and doom scrolling this app, but a few franchises will always have a special place in the nerdiest parts of my heart, particularly Fallout. I have eclectic tastes in music, movies, and other cultural offerings, tending to take a “variety is the spice of life” sort of attitude. I recently discovered Bojack Horseman on Netflix, which feels sort of ironic while I’m practicing a Sober October. Otherwise I’m an occasional drinker, but also very 420 friendly.
I’m definitely not tall, but I only ever felt like that held me back on the basketball court and swiping apps. I have a dog, he’s pretty cool. I can cook pretty well - try my French toast? No kids, never married, and would like to start a family in the next decade. As a partner, I think my strengths would be my listening skills and honesty, but I’m a recovering perfectionist, so those might be weaknesses too.
Anyway, I’m looking forward to exchanging some digital bits of conversation and a few photos, then meeting you for a meal, hike, or dog park excursion.
Thanks for reading my only slightly awkward internet personal ad! Stay well.
:)
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2020.10.26 04:52 kindamymoose [NF] The One (pt 3)

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The one I struggle to understand.
I spent 2019 mostly trying to recover. I dated on occasion, if for no other reason than to shake the rust off. Most of the dates I had were due to friends of friends; the Stacie, I think you’d like this person, so I’m sending them your way sort of dates. They were fun and lighthearted, but not longstanding by any means.
I came out to my family on April 7th, 2019. In a way, it felt like a second birthday. It was a relief in a lot of ways.
I took a girl on a date to the movies. We saw Pet Sematary. Not that it matters, but you can skip it. I wasn’t remotely scared. She was, on the other hand, terrified. She seemed annoyed that I wasn’t more moved by it. She ghosted me a few days later. Maybe for that reason. Maybe because of other reasons. I have no way of knowing, but I wasn’t upset about it, looking back.
A little later in the year, I met up with a girl who seemed cool. We had a date at a local arcade. We didn’t have too much in common, but she seemed interesting. Our conversations were easy-going and she talked about herself openly. We agreed to meet up for a second date to get barbecue. We had a nice meal. She asked if I wanted to meet up again and I agreed; she had never been to a baseball game and there was one coming up that she asked me about. She ghosted me after I bought the tickets. I was slightly upset, but only because I spent $40 on tickets to a baseball game that I’d have to attend alone. (I ended up giving the tickets to my sister and brother-in-law.)
Toward the end of the year, right around the end of October, I met a girl at the market around the corner from my then-employer. I saw here there often and we exchanged pleasantries. Sometimes, we ate together if I had time. I asked if she’d be open to having lunch and she agreed. She seemed nice, at least at first. She was rude to our server, though, and it killed any attraction I could have potentially felt. Somehow, we ended up ghosting each other, something I’m thankful for.
After that, I took a pause again. I determined that I wasn’t quite ready for the fickleness of others, at least not then. I spent the remainder of 2019 alone, fifth-wheeling and continuing to mend the parts of myself that I felt needed it the most. I dabbled on dating apps, but strictly to find friends. I talked to a lot of interesting people; I kept conversations high-level, though. It seemed to work well for me. I found I wasn’t looking at other women romantically for the most part. Every now and then, I would see a pretty lady and feel some level of attraction, but it wasn’t quite the same. There were times I wondered if I’d ever get back to where I’d been before.
2020 quickly approached. The winter is my least favorite of all the seasons, thought it wasn’t particularly harsh this year. Valentine’s Day is never something I look forward to, mostly because I haven’t ever had a reason. This year was no different. No cheesy cards or “I love you’s” for me. Still, it’s nice to see love have a day of its own. I did my best to practice optimism and practice self-love. I made a list of all the things I like about myself and kept it handy with me throughout the day. I read it at different points in the day. It helped raise my spirits a bit.
Right around this time, I started a new workout regiment. There was a bike-a-thon that was set to take place in the summer that I wanted to participate in. I had planned on honoring my grandpa and a former coworker who both lost their lives to cancer. The ride itself was a bit grueling, and it required a lot of stamina. It took up a lot of my time, and frankly, helped my self-esteem quite a bit.
Shortly after, I began feeling ill quite a bit of the time. I figured maybe I had been working myself too hard; I had gotten a promotion, started a new workout regiment, and started eyeing school all in a short timeframe. It was a lot to handle. I had to drop something from my plate at some point. School had to wait a bit longer, I figured.
I never deleted my dating apps. They stayed inactive, buried on the back-pages of my home screen. Occasionally, I would get a notification, but I rarely checked up on it. I felt I was in a good place mentally, and the thought of getting hurt again was daunting for me. In all honesty, as I look back, I had been wrestling with unresolved feelings. I didn’t want to pass that pain on to someone else.
Around March, my employer began furloughing workers. I expected to be one of them, but I’m pleased to say I wasn’t. A few of my friends were affected, though. (Don’t worry – they all found work.) I had two options: To continue working in the office, or to work from home. Mostly everyone exercised the option of working from home. I wasn’t particularly excited about it. I am a textbook introvert in the sense that I simply need my own space to recharge. The thought of not being around people is not something I’ve handled well. I found I was in the minority with those feelings.
I moved my entire office space into the guest bedroom of my parents’ house. I had a new office buddy: My cat – now my parents’ cat – Porschia. She could often be seen on my Zoom calls, even with clients. They thought it was charming, thankfully. Still, I missed the interaction I previously had with others. I headed back to the dating apps to see if I could find new pen pals.
As it turned out, a lot of people had the same intention, so it wasn’t hard. It didn’t necessarily make conversation easier. People are people, and that includes people being shallow. I will admit I’m an average-looking person. Brown hair, blue eyes, short, a little chubby. I’ve been told a time or two I have a nice smile. Nothing about me necessarily stands out; any form of interaction I get on dating apps, I assume, is because of my personality. Still, I did my best to be confident.
I struck up a conversation with a girl who lived about an hour south of me. We didn’t have a ton in common, but we had the same sense of humor. We shared similar political views, too. She considered herself strictly a cat person, which was disappointing when I told her I wanted to one day own a farm of Golden Retrievers. It was something she said she could overlook. She had a nice smile, which I liked. I will be honest – I didn’t feel an immediate spark when I talked to her, but at the very least, we could have easily been friends.
We talked for a couple of days and exchanged numbers. She asked me almost immediately what it was I was looking for. And, in my typical fashion, I was honest: I had no clue. I didn’t explain to her anything involving my dating history. It seemed a bit premature for that discussion. I felt it was best not to lead us both to something where our hopes would be dashed if feelings weren’t mutual. She had a similar answer. It was a relief.
We both quarantined for a few weeks. Because I lived with my parents, I didn’t have to worry about leaving the house much. I would, on occasion, leave to get groceries, but I never left for long. I’ve always been a stickler for washing my hands anyway, so I didn’t have a huge concern about getting sick. Still, I was careful. She had a similar situation.
It was because of our caution that we agreed to a socially distanced meet-up just a few weeks in. We used the masks. We did the six-foot thing, at least I think it was six feet. We walked through the park and chatted. We ate lunch with our windows open in our own cars. We talked about music. I discovered, disappointingly, she didn’t know many of the songs I played. They were new to her, but I didn’t mind showing her if she would be interested.
We didn’t agree to another meet-up at the conclusion of our first one. It was new for me, but I didn’t want to get my hopes up or pressure myself into something I may have not been ready for, either. Instead, we continued chatting. She brought it up eventually and asked if I’d be open to it. I had to think about it for a bit, but I eventually agreed. The meet-up was in similar fashion, and we spent most of the time just chatting and getting to know each other.
Most of our communication was virtual for the first couple of months. We FaceTimed quite a bit. We talked on the phone often. She started getting into the habit of calling me on my lunch break. She let “babe” slip more than once. I have no problem with pet names; I just prefer there be sometalk of relationship status. I felt awkward having to tell her, but she seemed understanding of that request.
A day or so later, she told me she liked me. I wasn’t expecting it. The comment came out of left field. We had been talking about something completely unrelated, in fact. She interrupted my thought to tell me. “Hey, shut up for a second,” she said. That…sort of surprised me. “I like you.” I nodded. “OK,” I replied. I waited for something else. It seemed like there could have been something else, but there wasn’t. I didn’t know how I felt. I found I wasn’t prepared for the conversation to take place this way. I settled on more neutral phrasing. “I think you’re cool,” I said. She noted my hesitation to say too much. “It’s okay if you’re not ready,” she added. “Just tell me when you are.” Maybe I don’t know women, but she seemed to take it better than I expected.
Things began to blossom from there, albeit slowly. We had virtual date nights. She began asking me more about myself, and I slowly began to open up. I told her whatever I felt comfortable sharing. Though I don’t find myself to be much of an interesting person, I took it in pieces. I wanted to know more about her, too, so I asked questions as they came up.
She began getting a little bolder with her questions. She asked about my dating history on more than one occasion. I glossed over the subject. It didn’t seem fair to her to discuss that sort of thing, even if she did ask. I simply chalked it up to not being completely inexperienced, but also not having a great deal of experience. She told me she had been in love with her last girlfriend and they had only been broken up a few months. It seemed soon to me, but everyone dials at different speeds. It was only fair to her to determine how ready she was to move on, so I didn’t question it.
Eventually, we decided to meet for a non-socially distanced date. We took abundant precautions beforehand. We agreed I would go to her place the first time. She lived alone during the time. She sounded really excited to be able to cook dinner for me, and there was a lot of effort on her end to make sure I liked what she made. This was…normal, I thought. You know, minus the global pandemic.
I arrived on a Friday evening. I decided that a dress shirt, tie, khakis, and dress shoes were fitting. My hairdresser was closed, so I had to get creative with my hair. I think I managed to make it work. I knocked on her door and before I knew it, she wrapped me up in a big hug. She kissed me on the cheek and led me inside. Her house was clean and organized, about what I expected. I always have anxieties any time I’m invited to someone else’s home. As kids, my parents always made sure that my sister and I were exceedingly polite in other people’s homes. This usually included taking shoes off at the door, offering to help set the table if food was served, and helping around the kitchen. But it was all done for me this time. I felt slightly awkward. She must have been able to tell – she asked more than once if I was okay.
We sat down to a candlelit dinner. There was wine. I’m not much of a wine drinker, or a drinker period. I powered through it, though the thought of drinking on a first date, for whatever reason, makes me uncomfortable. She had prepared homemade bread, chicken fettucine alfredo, and a salad. We chatted over dinner and watched some of the wildlife that surrounded her house.
We eventually cleaned up and headed to the living room. An intense game of Jenga awaited us. Turns out, I’m not that great at Jenga, either. I swear a lot more when unstable wooden blocks are involved. Thankfully, she found this funny. She slid close to me and kissed my cheek. I felt myself get a little nervous. Gotta be the wine talking, I thought. She mumbled something a little saucy in my ear; I immediately suggested watching a television show. My nerves were a little jumbled. Some prime comedy television was surely in order.
We watched about an hour of Parks and Rec before, out of nowhere, she sat up and grabbed me by the face. She kissed me. Hard. It took me a few moments to relax into it, but I did. I eventually pried myself from her and smiled. I wasn’t sure what else to do. My hands stayed glued at my sides. She guided my hand to the strap of her shirt and slid it down her shoulder. “Oh, boy,” I remember saying. I thought I left it as internal dialogue, but judging by her laugh, that was not the case.
She started kissing my neck, somewhat more aggressively. Not that it matters to anyone that might be reading this but…not an area of focus, at least for me. I backed away. “Can we, like, not do this right now?” I asked. She seemed slightly offended. “Don’t you want to?” She was genuinely confused. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to. I had serious doubts that she was completely sure herself. I slid her strap back on her shoulder and gave it a gentle (nervous) pat.
“I was hoping maybe we could just cuddle and watch something on TV,” I remember saying. The topic of physical closeness had yet to be discussed by this point. She seemed deflated. This was new to me. I hadn’t ever rejected a woman’s (physical) advances before, but I hadn’t had a reason to. She eventually conceded to the idea of a blanket and television, although I could tell she wanted more. We talked for a little bit longer. She took the opportunity to tell me of her physical needs at some point during the conversation. I either struggle with being direct or I’m too direct; there is rarely any sort of balance for me. This time, it was the former. I didn’t want to tell her I wasn’t quite ready. She eventually took the hint and didn’t bring it up for the remainder of the evening.
We made our way to bed at some point. She snuggled in beside me and rested my arm over her. I didn’t end up sleeping for most of the night; she snored like a freight train going 70 in a 30. Still, it was nice to be close to someone. Her cat decided I made a good pillow, or at least my legs did. I found myself sleeping next to a gal who was sawing logs in her sleep with a cat who may or may have not been trying to slowly immobilize me. Still, I can’t say it was the weirdest experience I’ve ever had.
I woke up the next morning to a hand being pushed through my hair. I’ve never been a morning person; I don’t necessarily have any problems with sleeping in past 10:00 AM. “What time is it?” I mumbled. She shooed her cat off the bed and rolled me on my back. She straddled me and took her shirt off. She was really not good at being subtle at this point. I swallowed hard. She kissed my neck again. Too tired to protest, I sort of…let it happen. She whispered more saucy things into my ear, and I found myself mostly not responsive. She either didn’t notice or didn’t care. She was sober now, so it seemed she reallydid want to follow through with it. Me, on the other hand? I was still unsure.
She took me hands and guided them where she wanted them. I found myself struggling to maintain eye contact nearly the whole time. The experience isn’t what I’d call unhinged; uncontrolled, arrhythmic, maybe. Again, not that it matters, but it didn’t align with my style. It didn’t last too long. She got up and showered immediately after. I lay in her bed realizing that a woman had invited me to her house for dinner and Netflix. I partially blamed myself. What was I expecting to happen?
I got dressed and headed to her kitchen. I thought I’d forget about the previous encounter, or try to, by making breakfast. I was used to cooking for one by this point, and it looked like she was, too. She would have to live with my waffles, eggs, and turkey bacon. I decided to surprise her when she got out of the shower. I arranged a breakfast tray and delivered it to her room where she was getting finished preparing herself for the day. She thanked me with a kiss on the cheek.
We didn’t talk much about the morning’s events. I found myself changing the subject whenever she brought it up. It was a beautiful day that day; I suggested a picnic in the park and maybe a small hike. She was only interested in one of those things, which I was able to live with. We spent most of the day together before I had to leave. It was mostly uneventful, and barring certain encounters, would have been a great day.
Despite this, we continued to see each other. I signed my lease for my apartment in early May. I began boxing most of my life away. Thankfully, I didn’t have many personal items. It was mostly clothes, books, a television, and some new household items. She helped me pack and seemed interested in my high school life. We looked at some of my yearbooks. During those years, I wore my hair long. I didn’t wear my glasses regularly – I was stubborn in that way. I was a shy, quiet teenager, which surprised her. I’m not sure why.
I eventually moved into my apartment, which is small. But it worked perfectly for me. She seemed surprised by that fact; I felt the judgment, but only a little bit. She helped me unpack and we looked at more photo albums. But something was different on move-in day. She was unusually snappy with me. I asked if she wanted to eat pizza with me while I unpacked. She seemed annoyed by that. “You didn’t plan a meal?” I remember her asking. It didn’t seem totally crazy to have pizza after moving my life into a new apartment. I assumed the question was rhetorical. “I guess we can. But you invited me over. I thought you may have had something special planned,” she said. I felt a little bad. After all, she did cook dinner for me when I went to her house. “Next week?” I asked. “When I get everything unpacked and get to the grocery store. I can make spaghetti and meatballs or something.” That seemed to placate her.
The truth is, I hadn’t been feeling completely well or like myself. I was more tired than usual. A little sore, even. But I didn’t find it significant enough to share with her. My job was terribly stressful at the time. I had just moved out on my own. I figured I was also maybe feeling a bit depressed or homesick. It was hard to pin down my emotions. I didn’t want to unload them on her; she had stuff of her own to deal with, too. She asked if she could stay all night, and I agreed it would be fine.
I woke up the next day to a hot bath drawn for me and McDonald’s breakfast. I hadn’t even heard her leave that morning, though I am sometimes a bit of a hard sleeper. “What’s this for?” I asked. “You don’t have food here,” she said immediately. It felt a little passive-aggressive. I felt bad again. I tried to gloss over it with a joke. “Yeah, I guess I should probably go to the store,” I said. She seemed annoyed again. “Guess you have to be an adult sometime,” she said. That comment sort of stung. I asked if everything was okay. This specific behavior was a little new to me, but it felt like she was looking for reasons to be upset. “I’m fine,” she said eventually. “Just tired.” I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt.
She left a little later that day after helping me unpack some more. She called later that night to talk about her parents. I put her on speaker phone and puttered around the house. Nothing seemed out of place on my end, besides her previous bad mood. I had to know why she was in such a crap mood, but the other part of me told me not to dig.
She hit me with an unexpected question. “Do you think you could ever see yourself falling for me?” It was a loaded question, as well as unexpected. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to answer it. It wasn’t totally improbable that I could fall for her. Though, as I write this now, I realize I knew the answer all along. “It’s definitely a possibility,” I said. It seemed like a safe answer. There was a long pause. “Good,” she said. It was a bizarre ending to our conversation. “I have to get going. Talk to you later.” We exchanged “goodnights” before she hung up. I went to bed wondering if I had just walked into some sort of weird trap. My anxiety wasn’t in overdrive, so I went with that.
I slept in a little later than normal the following day. My whole body was sore. I felt like I’d been hit by a truck. I also had to report to work in my new apartment/office, something I wasn’t looking forward to much. I got up, gave a little stretch, took a hot shower, contemplated my life choices, ate some toast. You know, the usual. I hadn’t checked my phone that morning, something that was a little odd for me.
I shuffled into my office space and started my day. Judging by the way my client called and yelled at me for ten minutes straight, I could tell it was going to be a weird day. I played some music to get the juices going. The Eagles are always a prime choice, and my neighbors probably now know how much I like the song “Hotel California.” They probably also know I’m a shit singer. Frankly, I’m okay with both.
During my lunch break, I decided to check my phone. Six texts from my girlfriend. That’s gotta be bad, I thought. I opened them, expecting something, but not a breakup. Not after our last conversation.
Among other things, she mentioned I needed therapy. This comment was particularly hurtful; I had finally opened up to her and told her I had been to therapy off and on during my late-teen years. She seemed understanding at the time. I never expected for her to use it against me. She told me I was a bad kisser. That one didn’t hurt quite so bad, but I was rusty when we met. If I was ever bad with anyone else, they had enough tact not to tell me. And finally – perhaps the most confusing statement – she called me desperate and needy. I was shocked. And hurt. If I’m being honest, I still am.
The thought of getting close to another human daunted me for a while. It stopped me from pursuing anything remotely resembling a relationship, for the most part. I hadn’t shared that with her, though. Maybe she could tell, maybe it was just a lucky guess. In a way, it felt like she looked for ways to hurt me. I tried calling. Straight to voicemail. I asked if we could meet up. She was “busy.” She only wanted to talk by text.
I spent most of the afternoon in tears. I guess, looking back, I should have seen it coming. It wouldn’t be the first time I missed completely obvious signs. Sometime before I met her, though, I realized not every experience would look the same. At least that’s what I told myself. This felt hauntingly familiar in some ways; the biggest difference was that it felt like she meant to hurt me. I can’t say the same for those that were before her. I eventually worked up the courage to ask if I’d done something wrong. She didn’t answer with a response to my question. Instead, she suggested we talk later that evening.
It was mostly just rehashing her texts. She wanted a break for a while and I gave it to her.
I found myself more hurt by the circumstances of the breakup more than the breakup itself. It was a little new to me. I was angry with her. I still am, at least in some ways. I don’t get angry often. It’s a useful emotion sometimes, though. It offers clarity under certain circumstances. We haven’t talked much in the past few months. I have written unsent letters to her that I’ve erased. The words struggle to come to mind.
It’s probably because I didn’t love her. I don’t think I could. Completely improbable? I suppose not. Something was just…missing. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but the warmth that I need wasn’t there. She was genuine in a lot of ways, but completely unsure of herself in others. There was a bit of an age difference between us, but not extraordinary. I came with a bit more life experience; we struggled to relate on backgrounds and shared experiences. Looking back, the holes were probably too big to fill.
The story is still somewhat fresh. It feels I could write new pages every day. I have contemplated reaching out to her more than once, but I’ve struggled to follow through. A person I spent a lot of time talking to, sharing mundane details of my life with, is practically a stranger. She texts me occasionally. She’s shown up uninvited to my house. She’s sent me birthday greetings. But it all feels very superficial. She told me she feels guilty for what she did. I’m not a perfect person. I can admit that maybe I want her to feel a little guilty. She knows I didn’t deserve for it to end the way it did. But on the other hand, I’m a flawed person myself. I recognize that sometimes, people do things they think might be best and act in ways that don’t always align with their character.
Love teaches a lot of lessons. But then again, so do things that might resemble love. Things that might have potential to be love but never quite make it. Things that turn into love but never get the space they need to grow. I genuinely have no clue what this experience was meant for me to learn. I do my best to be a positive person. In some way, I hope, I’ll have the lesson figured out soon enough.
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2020.10.26 02:55 psxpetey IJW: Dark on Netflix [2017]

This is a translated show so I’m sure there’s a lot missing.
So the show starts off kids keep dying in a town and we discover their parents”secret lives” it begins really boring and repetitive but this is the only show on Netflix that actually gets better after a few seasons.
Now I think originally the writer wrote a different story and then changed his mind, the story starts off pretty shitty, mostly just about child abuse.
There are so many main characters in this show you would need a chart to keep track of it all. There are 20 main and 17 more sub main but we will get to that(talk about fucking bloated)
A weird time travel story is inserted and not really explained until SEASONS into this thing, people just appear do shit and fuck off. The police woman has seemingly 1 thing to do in this bloated cast : show up say : I need to go back to work and then promptly leave this happens many many times.
Once the nuclear power plant comes into play and the time travelly device shit starts getting intensely dope but very hard to figure out. They will start on a story line you’ll start getting into it and want to know what’s happening just for them to end it and start a new timeline sometimes 2-3 times an episode. This is really annoying until later on in the show.
We start to figure out what this bloated pigs carcass filled with maggots of a plot is and what all 37 characters are doing where they are from how they all work.
Like some people are their own fathers lol. Then this cool death and rebirth storyline starts (they’ve been stuck in a cycle for years) that explains more about the fathers and sons and sons meeting younger fathers but in the same world.
Anyway then they start explaining the actual time travel and it takes on a chernobly vibe.
I originally started watching the show because it has an awesome aesthetic really cool intro and scenes also imagery. They constantly show 2 paintings one Adam one Eve half burnt. This review would be way to long trying to explain that.
Anyway I recommend this show if you can put up with all the annoying shit.
If you wanna know how complicated this thing is: it’s several versions of ages of the characters usually 3 different ages in 3 different worlds. Different world versions travel to similiar and different timelines using 3 different versions of time/ wold travel all while the actual time device is still being built from a time device brought from the future but the 2 worlds we explore mostly are from a 3rd world split from the original time machine lmao.
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2020.10.26 01:16 IAmBatman80 How real or fake is she? She claims she lives in Russia, here are some red flags

Tl;dr : Is she real or not, pictures don't match, person responding seems real, can't find any hint of fake pictures yet and feel like a stalking look for pictures and name given, still have doubts it is a bot or troll or a Russian agency looking to pawn off one of the girls. Have yet to talk with girl on phone, coming up soon.
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UPDATE 10/26/2020:
So she did call and left me this voicemail:
https://sndup.net/4bc3
She also called twice at 5:30pm and once an hour later. I missed both because I was at Physical Therapy. Pretty good sound quality for a payphone, don't you say? Also from a restricted number. I'm unsure what to think of the accent. Is it forced or not? Is this an older lady trying to pretend to be some girl? I have no idea. At least I got something here.
She also sent me some emails earlier saying how she wants to make love to me, talking about movies and orphanages etc etc, along with more pics.. guess I can't really share more pics in a comment, huh? Doesn't matter, you all have seen enough anyway lol
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So I've been messing around on Tinder again, hoping to catch some local fun for myself but getting the same fake usual spam profiles as matches. You guys know how those go:
Profiles with snapchats that when added, are asking me to pay for premiums for their nude content via CashApp or anything else that can be used to pay online(never do this).
Profiles asking you to click on a link being sent to "verify you are real and we can talk from there"
And my all time favorite, the copy/paste spam bots either via Tinder Messages or via Text who get your number and try to get a your Tinder code saying to "please send the confirmation sent to you so I can verify you are real so we can talk/meet up".
It's the same thing that's been going on for years and has been more dominate on dating sites & apps the past 2 years. I decided to see where another one will go, to see how this works. So I matched with "Sara" from Tinder. Her location in Tinder is protected so my identity is not given away too much. Here is Sara:

https://preview.redd.it/mww7r0ba0cv51.jpg?width=1080&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=3fbc43fae3070393fd285c683952b863324a791a
https://preview.redd.it/q2phq5ba0cv51.jpg?width=1080&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=c2ed1cd390b4f5a1ecff2c0878e61f57e4de542e
https://preview.redd.it/94rln2ba0cv51.jpg?width=1079&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=332a4ee4d082658c2a463308f3263dd44936fa0a
Now, while she isn't too local for me, she is also not too far away so I figured why not. She likes Disney and down with Netflix. So I messaged her and got a response back later that day asking if she can email me since she does not use Tinder that much. I was skeptical of course, thinking this was another ploy for more spam or to try and get my profile or something. But I played along again, knowing full well not to click on any links or give out anything personal, and gave them an email and they emailed me later that day.
To my surprise, they emailed me with what seemed to be a personal email, nothing spammy, saying it is Sara from Tinder and she wanted me to respond back to the test message as soon as I got it. So I did and asked her a bit about Disney.
I got a response back the same day a couple of hours later. Her name is Anastasiia and apparently she is Russian and works as a salesman at a Nissan dealership (Red Flag number 1, she said salesMAN and not person). She's looking for a long term relationship and Sara was her tinder nickname. She told me more about herself playing volleyball, guitar, etc. Then attached these 2 pics. Notice they do not match the tinder profile pics. (Red Flag number 2, pictures don't match Tinder profile pics)

https://preview.redd.it/hh45nypc0cv51.jpg?width=1072&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=5bb923ae5426a3f138bcd76adafb5d7cb90585b8
https://preview.redd.it/geap4xpc0cv51.jpg?width=1072&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=959fce24d1c664d48fe95844606e818d01fd45a6
Now, this girl is extremely attractive. I thought maybe it was some Russian girl here near me looking for something like a way to stay in the country. But the pictures did not match so that was the second red flag. So I decided to see if I can reverse google image them or find the email address associated with it as a fake spam address and absolutely nothing came up (if you guys can find this girl, let me know where!).
She also asked what I was looking for. While I was initially looking for some fun, I wouldn't mind something long term myself as well. I'm getting too old for that fun scene. So I told her as much as that and asked questions such as what songs she plays on guitar. Usually spam profiles ignore the questions. I got a response back with more pictures.

https://preview.redd.it/lxlt1khe0cv51.jpg?width=1080&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=eef46c7ed004f854b9b7c9f1df3aeb80a9d9d96a
This is another picture of her and the other picture was that of a map showing where she lived in. Russia. Ahhhh so she is Russian that actually lives IN Russia! Got it now. (Red Flag Number 3, she said she was in United States on Tinder but now is suddenly in Russia) She also didn't ignore my questions about the song and told me more about her small family. She asked me more questions about the size of my family, what is going on right now in my life, how I feel about a long term relationship that eventually leads to life long and as we get to know each other, we can meet eventually.
So I played along and answered a bit generic, not giving away personal info on myself, and told her I did not realize she was in Russia. The tinder app said she was in my state 13 miles away, so I thought she was closer. I then asked her how and when she thought we could meet up being that far aware. I got another response with pictures...

https://preview.redd.it/9jj8h9bh0cv51.jpg?width=1080&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=4d8cd9f1816a79365b4f76955853721de421ecc6
So she responded that should we decide to create a relationship, she would come to me in the US or I can come to Russia. Either works for her. She asked me more questions about music, my favorite seasons and about cooking. Naturally, I am still reluctant to answer with names of favorite bands, names of favorite food or anything else. I tried looking for ANY clues on the pictures thus far to see if I could pinpoint locations or anything to show she is not in Russia. But so far it seems like the deadbolt locks and the plugs above the bed in one of the first pictures is not from the US.
So is this someone trolling with pictures of a Russian girl they found? Is it someone I know trying to have a good joke with me? They took it awfully far so far if so. Or maybe it's someone from an online forum I am on that doesn't like me. Or just a legit troll.
So I did respond back with generic info and asked her questions about what her favorite band is, as well as what type of food she can cook (she said she can cook) and can she cook any Russian or Eastern European food. I also asked her if she had any tattoos.... since one picture shows she has a tattoo around her foot. If figured if this was a fake, they probably wouldn't catch on.
They responded with more pictures

https://preview.redd.it/4u9wi6bi0cv51.jpg?width=1080&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=2be7070017f7a8ee743cb359c57675ff89a8e13b
https://preview.redd.it/r639u1bi0cv51.jpg?width=1080&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=757874d19ea62e1cb42eb084ce2c6bd70e8a5573
She answered my question about the tattoo, saying she has one on her leg and it means that you need to strive for your goals. She asked me if I had any tattoos (I do not, so this is easy for me). Then she asked me what I felt was most important in a long term relationship. She had mentioned that she told her friend that we were communicating and her friend was a little surprised but wished us luck.
She then says "Can you tell us about the settlement you live in?" and wanted to know more about the place I lived in, including any famous spots. (Notice red flag number 4 .... tell "US"... who is "US"?) I feel that whoever this is, is trying to fish for some information to hack me at this point but everything I've given them and continued to give them won't get them any luck lol
I did respond a little bit more about how trust and loyalty are most important, as well as a story about a past relationship. I mentioned this because she was talking about this as well. I also mentioned how I like the summer and gave her some very generic places around the area that are quite large so she can't pinpoint much again. I think asked if she had Snapchat, WhatsApp or Kik to communicate further. She didn't answer the question about Russian food so I asked what she can make again.
Once again, a response with a picture....

https://preview.redd.it/kxwo0owj0cv51.jpg?width=1080&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=dfe932bf54c66c37de6bc7169b373c8f4ae8219f
Notice the Christmas tree in the background. It's not Christmas yet nor is it in Russia. I'll give it the benefit of the doubt here though that it may be an old picture sent. Fair enough. She answered more questions about the food, saying she can make Borscht (I love that soup btw but that is very common and stereotypical Russian/Eastern European stuff so an easy answer but she answered). She said she really loves the beach in hot weather. She would love to chat with me more but she does not have a smartphone or a personal computer, she sends me email from her work computer.
She then goes on about how she thinks we can talk to each other soon before actually meeting. But we really do need to get to know each other better. She asked me a little bit about work and how my days go and what I do again.
I didn't give anything more than "I work from home and am always home" response lol I mentioned how talking or video chat would be good for us. I decided to go further and ask her flat out if she had any pictures of her in a bathing suit, because I think she would look great in them. She responded with....

https://preview.redd.it/l5brnbpl0cv51.jpg?width=1080&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=adee02669b1e2b41d99e029e394fc4cc3f66070b
https://preview.redd.it/0v2fd9pl0cv51.jpg?width=1080&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=f0d6835936ab4b01b96a05c29ff4df691720081f
She said it was in a Russian bathhouse, which is equal to what a Suana is here for us. Now correct me if I am wrong, but I believe a bath house in Russia and Europe may be equal to what is essentially a whore house. I have never been so I'm not sure. But wow on the pictures. She goes on to tell me how she feels warm inside when she writes me. She tells me again she does not have a smartphone so can't video chat, and only has a push button phone (Red flag number 5, no smartphone) but assures me we will hear each other soon.
She starts asking questions about how do we keep harmony in a relationship as well as how I felt when I got her first letter. She says she feels like we have known each other for a long time. I explained that I was not sure if she was real or not when I got her first letter. Thanked her for sharing an amazing picture and am still intrigued by her. I explained to her what the tinder app is about here and why people use it and how we get fake spam/profiles sometimes responded. I guess I should point out the next red flag that she is using Tinder without a smart phone, but I realized that you can use Tinder on the web too so maybe that is possible. I answered her question about keeping harmony in a relationship. I mentioned how some of the scammers use nude photos of women to lure in people on their scam sites, and asked her if she ever shared nude photos with anyone.
Once again she responded with...

https://preview.redd.it/cdx3kivm0cv51.jpg?width=1080&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=a28cc4995b17cce2936cbd9e4b62ea3c9fb22186
https://preview.redd.it/bqricovm0cv51.jpg?width=1080&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=7b10d1b758d5cbf8c7bd7634c3deda6b37d16bf1
I was hoping this would give away more. I was looking to see if I could find any Russian writing on the truck but can't tell. I also see that the cars in the other picture has the license plates blurred out. (I guess this is red flag number 6.... who goes out of their way to blur out license plates on regular pics unless you want to hide something?)
She went on to tell me she was sorry about the scammers I had, and told me she has never and would never share any nude photos with anyone. I was totally not expecting that answer and had this been a scam, maybe see some sort of nude photo in response or a link to one. So far, they are good at keeping the story and tone here. She starts to tell me that she will obey me if we have a long term relationship. She goes on to mention how sex is the most important part to keep harmony in a long term relationship. She assures me she is real, that we will talk and hear each other soon, and asks me if I am a jealous person.
I give her some generic response in return and bring up marriage and how an ex-gf felt it was just "another step" and asked her how she felt about that. I also asked where these pictures were taken. I got another response with more pics...

https://preview.redd.it/tqjfdtdo0cv51.jpg?width=1080&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=4343f7d05cc93be547cf8af9e06b18736c8e4b7e
She said the pictures are from when she went to go visit her friend and her parents. That isn't very telling if you ask me (red flag number 7, she can't tell me WHERE the pictures were taken). And this recent one, I can't tell where it is, but seems like a public venue of some sort. She tells me she is fascinated by me and she feels warmth inside of her and that I have completely changed her life now, bringing lots of pleasure and happiness to it. She then asked about my day. At this point, I'm responding once during the day and get a response back the next morning usually my time around 10am.
I tell her about my day a bit, again not giving away much. Asked her if she still lives with her parents or not. I also asked her for her last name. Sure, why not. I also asked her what time she normally emails me from where she is at to see if she gets the time difference right or not. She responded with...

https://preview.redd.it/ordtwgtp0cv51.jpg?width=882&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=82be6c3d9371bcb9c75d5df4e08081d93a0409d3
https://preview.redd.it/s9ddaftp0cv51.jpg?width=593&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=2536fcfa063549dae949d3c8fce74df63d835ea1
She told me she lives with her parents still in a 2 bedroom apartment. It's her and her mother and father. She gave me an actual last name. Couldn't find it on any social media sites with her pictures though, so whoever this is, is either doing a good job at finding a picture of a girl that can't be found anywhere else or... well.. could be somewhat legit. She said the time she sends me letters is usually around 4pm for her, so it matches up with the time difference indeed.
She tells me a bit about what happens with her job at the dealership and she made a sale. I was indeed able to find a Nissan Dealership in the town/city she tells me she works at online but no official site, so I could not see if she actually works there or not. There is a facebook site but it's not used much. Yes, I feel like full stalker mode trying to see if this girl is real or not. LOL
She then tells me she has a confession to make. Her confession is that she loves me. She could not keep these feelings inside any longer and wanted to make the first declaration of love, and feels like a stupid little girl in doing so. (Red Flag Number 8, who tells someone they love them without even meeting them?)
I responded that this was some confession for her to make but it's very nice to hear, and I can't wait to talk to her and eventually meet her. I asked her about her favorite movie and asked if she liked Star Wars, since I'm a bit obsessed with Star Wars myself. I also asked her if she celebrated Halloween. She responded...

https://preview.redd.it/837pg31r0cv51.jpg?width=1080&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=0671696d03e6e4c6ad33f1f56f25d7dc95683e4b
https://preview.redd.it/1hpsk71r0cv51.jpg?width=768&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=17d9b21bb1fb913672f3b155e5004ac92c411e9e
She loves Star Wars. Her favorite movie is Hachiko. They celebrate Halloween in Russia but not everyone. She really would like children in her future. She loves children. She would like my phone number because she would like to hear my voice. I'm still now intrigued even more here. What if she is in fact real? She will be proving it now. So I sent her my number and she told me she will call may try to call me on Monday. She told me some weird story about a wizard and how he teleported a little girl and how she wishes the wizard can teleport her right to me right now.
She sent me these photos of the Russian winter? Is it really winter there now? I think not but what do I know. I still have my doubts here. I'm wondering at what point do I find out this is an agency trying to sell her to me or if she calls me and asks me for money for her or her family. She says her guardian angel is bringing her to me an this is like a fairy tale come true for her.
This is where I leave off. Funny, I have sent her zero pictures. I will update as this story continues. Either this is a very good scammetroll attempt or I've lucked out and met the woman of my dreams through Tinder.
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2020.10.25 16:32 atschock New CW/NK bombshell info from Cheryln Cadle on Unmasked YT Live

Last night Cheryln Cadle, author of Letters from Christopher, came on a live Unmasked YouTube show (it begins at 42:00) to discuss her new book, The Murders of Christopher Watts. This new book is expected to be published in late Nov/early Dec. Unmasked was previously known as True Crime in Colorado and is the creator of the "Unmasking NK" video series that documents NK's various interviews with CBI and some of the issues with those.
Although Cadle is known to have received letters from CW and met with him in jail, I know that there are those that consider Cadle a deceptive and unreliable source due to her plagarism in the Letters from Christopher book and things she has said in prior interviews. I am not making a judgement here about her or what she's saying either way, I'm just passing along what I heard her say in this interview.
Here's the bombshell information (IMO) from that interview:
She also shared additional information about NK:
Here are some other highlights:
ETA: correcting typos/grammar
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2020.10.25 15:10 Throwaway76767890 Feeling nervous about first time out of a relationship

Throwaway because my friends know my account. I am a [24M] graduate student living in a major European metro area. I got out of quite a terrible relationship a few months ago and have spent some time working on my self. I finally got the courage to download a dating app a few days ago and matched with a wonderful woman I hit it off with, lets call her Sarah. Sarah has been a breathe of fresh air, she's pretty, funny, and brilliant. Things have gotten pretty sexual over text in the past few days and we are planning to meetup later this week for a date and maybe a netflix and chill.
I'm over the moon that I've found someone awesome to go out with, but incredibly nervous. I'm not terribly experienced sexually and have always had a problem cuming during sex (at least for the first few times I am with someone, mostly due to nerves). How should I communicate this to Sarah? Anytips for managing anxiety about this before I meetup with her? Any inpout is greatly appreciated.
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2020.10.25 11:22 amyjandrews IJW: Rebecca (2020)

Source: https://ohthatfilmblog.com/2020/10/25/rebecca-2020/
Hello, my name is Amy, and I have a confession to make. Despite the cinephile that I profess to be, I have never seen Alfred Hitchcock’s Rebecca. It’s a cinematic sin for which I have always been meaning to atone, but for one reason or another, it has still yet to happen. I have, however, read Daphne du Maurier’s original 1938 novel, and here’s another confession, I don’t love it like so many others seem to. All in all, I’m perhaps not the ideal candidate to be diving into Netflix’s newest remake, but here we go!
For those who don’t know, Rebecca tells the story of an unnamed young woman (Lily James) who hastily marries the wealthy Maxim de Winter (Armie Hammer) and moves to luxury estate Manderley, where she is haunted by the constant reminder and looming memory of his recently deceased wife Rebecca. Antagonised by housekeeper and Rebecca devotee Mrs. Danvers (Kristin Scott Thomas), the new Mrs. de Winter’s life becomes a dizzying process of gaslighting and egg shell walking until a number of startling discoveries are made.
I said above that I’m not the biggest fan of the novel in the first place, but hilariously, this 2020 version of Rebecca manages to sanitise and dull pretty much everything that is impressive about du Maurier’s original text. The delicious gothic tension and suspense that the book possesses is almost completely absent, and I’m not joking when I say that at times this remake feels more like a tacky Lifetime romance than an edgy dramatic mystery. The lasting memory I have of my time reading Rebecca is that of thorniness and constant unease, and vast stretches of Rebecca 2020 are just straight up boring.
On a purely visual level, the film is certainly very pretty to look at. From sepia tinted verandas in Monte Carlo to grandiose British mansions to sweeping seaside landscapes, the aesthetic of Rebecca is sumptuous, but nothing about the execution of the actual story can match up to its cinematography.
I’m trying to avoid spoilers even though most people are familiar with Rebecca to some extent, but regardless of details I’m just generally baffled by how bland this particular telling of such events has turned out to be. All of this before a change to the traditional ending that absolutely boggles the mind. With the exception of a slightly scaled back but still very acerbic Mrs. Danvers, all of the sharp edges of this narrative have been removed, and it is massively detrimental.
Unfortunately, neither Lily James nor Armie Hammer do much to save the film. As the new Mrs. De Winter, James certainly looks the part, initially naive with a hint of steel emerging in time, but there isn’t anything sparkling or standout about her performance. If I’m being honest, I haven’t really enjoyed the actress since 2017’s Darkest Hour, and even then I wasn’t blown away.
As Maxim de Winter, I’m sorry to say that Armie Hammer is simply dreadful. He might be pretty to look at, but there is very little else going on here, and the character is in need of so much more than a handsome face. The chemistry between the two leads is close to zero, proof that two beautiful people doesn’t automatically look good together. Admittedly there is supposed to be something a little ‘off’ about the connection between Mr. and Mrs. de Winter, but Lily James and Armie Hammer just ain’t it.
One of the few interesting things about Rebecca in general for me is the character of Mrs. Danvers, and mercifully that continues to be the case here. Kristin Scott Thomas doesn’t do anything particularly exceptional in the role, but Mrs. Danvers is a complex cog in the plot wheel that is always going to provide dramatic intrigue no matter how hard filmmakers try to ruin the story. The film becomes instantly more interesting whenever Scott Thomas is involved, to the extent that I found myself switching off between scenes, just waiting for her to come back.
Overall, I think you can safely surmise that I was left very disappointed by this new attempt at Rebecca. The film looks sumptuous in every frame, but the underneath the cinematography everything just feels incredibly flat. A classic case of all style, no substance for me, with some seriously underwhelming central performances and tweaks to the story that don’t strengthen it all, but rather remove some of its bite and intensity. Kristin Scott Thomas is worth a watch as Mrs. Danvers, but the rest is not worth it. Not worth it at all.
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2020.10.25 01:36 PaulsWellEndsWell 23 [M4F] PA/Anywhere- C'est La Vie.

So hi there. My name is Paul. I've been spending a good bit of time mulling over how I want to write this. There are so many things I want to say and so many ways I want to say them, but I have to keep things concise because I'd rather not bore you. But hey, we're all here for different reasons I'm sure.
So right off the bat, plain and simple, I'm looking for my forever. I am looking for a woman to someday marry and have children with. I know that's not super common in this day and age but that's what I've wanted since I was very young and unless drastic changes occur I stand firm on that. But I don't just want a best friend/girlfriend and eventual wife. It took me 6 long years to figure it out, but I've finally figured out what I want out of a relationship more than anything else and how I can thrive in one, and it boils down to a simple bottom line: the happier I can make my partner, the happier I will be. Sounds kind of crazy, I know. But it's true! I was thinking about both of my past relationships and why one lasted so much longer than the other: because my ability to make one happy (and in turn make myself happy) was so much stronger with the one that lasted longer. I could never make the other one happy despite my best efforts and that in turn kinda hurt my own self-esteem quite a bit to the point that it was just draining trying to make her happy, but some people are just like that. The more I think about it, it almost sounds like mutual simping, if that makes sense. My point being, I can thrive off of doing/saying stuff that makes you genuinely happy, and not in a giving someone money kind of happy way. I don't roll like that. So, with all that out of the way, let's see how else we might be compatible!
First and foremost, I'm a huge gamer. Real original, I know. But I've been playing ever since I was able to hold a controller and it's been a blast ever since. If you couldn't tell from my intro, I'm also a big fan of stupid, quick-wit humor, akin to the likes of the Marx Brothers and Leslie Nielsen type movies. Some of my other interests are fairly niche (or nephew, depending on how you view them), and I don't watch many shows or movies (although I have started watching Ash vs Evil Dead and god I love Bruce Campbell) and I plan on starting Netflix's Castlevania next. Assuming COVID dies down any time soon, I'd definitely love to start getting into boxing, fencing, and archery! I also used to write a lot, but I've basically been battling writer's block for the last few years so that's fun. I've been itching to try loads of new things, including hydrocortisone. I want to continue learning how to cook as well; not to brag, but... I boil a mean pot of pasta. I'm also a meme connoisseur, with some dabbling in avant-garde shitposting. I've made some pretty spicy memes in my day if I do say so myself, maybe I'll show them to you someday ;) Also a fan of cats and dogs, sadly mildly allergic to both though.
I think that's about all I have to say. Hopefully you read through the whole thing (It gets on my nerves when people ask questions that I answered in the post) and we can get to chatting! I have no preference of either chat or DMs! I hope to hear from you soon!
Should note, preferred age range is 21-28!
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2020.10.24 16:52 Aetra CF woman on TV who doesn't change her mind! (SPOILER WARNING for The Alienist)

Spoilers for season 2 of The Alienist. You've been warned!
Season 2 of The Alienist just came out on Netflix here in Australia and my husband and I binged the whole season. We don't think it was as good as season 1, but there is one thing I thought was awesome.
The season arc is about someone kidnapping babies. Sara Howard (Dakota Fanning) has opened her own detective agency and is brought in to help find them. She empathized with the parents and cared about saving the babies, but her main reason for pursuing the case is to boost her agency's credibility because being an all female staff means they aren't taken seriously. Even though she's in a baby centric case and comes in contact with quite a few of them, she doesn't go all goo goo when she sees a baby and doesn't change her mind about not having kids.
She even tells the man she loves they shouldn't be together because he wants kids and she doesn't. She doesn't contemplate putting her career aside or having kids for him for a second, just "Yeah, nah, we aren't compatible on this pretty huge life choice where there's no compromise so we shouldn't be together even though this really hurts to say". The only time she softens to the idea of pursuing their relationship seriously is after he says he wants her more than kids and is happy to not have them if he can be with her, but even then she's cautious because she's smart enough to know that could cause resentment down the line.
It was just so refreshing to see a CF woman not be lobotomized into parenthood because they happened to be near babies and reject societal pressure, especially in a show set in the late 1800s when women were considered nothing more than arm candy and incubators for their husband's heir.
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2020.10.24 05:12 kindamymoose [NF] The one (Part I)

The One
(i)
The one that wasn’t the one. To recall on the time we spent together is met with an apathy that I don’t have for anyone else I’ve dated. We’re friends. We started off that way, which is likely what made our inevitable separation that much easier. I remember how it ended – uneventfully and slowly. It hurt for a little while, but only a little while.
We met in the way that a lot of people might, through work. We worked in separate departments. She had about 4 years’ more experience than I did. She was, by all accounts, a dedicated employee. She didn’t mingle much with coworkers outside of work, though. She intrigued me from the moment I saw her, and the first time we exchanged smiles, I knew I had to get to know her better. As you will learn, I am a sucker for beautiful smiles.
Under that smile was a redheaded powerhouse of attitude and intellect. I would often catch her reading at her desk when I walked by, and it was never the same book twice. She later revealed that she could get through “about a book a week.” She got shit from her male coworkers; she was the only woman that worked in accounting. She gave shit back, though. She was spunky and quick-witted, something I’m glad I got to experience in a more playful context as we grew to know each other.
She was instructed to train me on a new process one day. Up until that point, our conversations had been largely surface-level. We exchanged pleasantries, and she congratulated me for being a soon-to-be aunt. The process itself was easy. I didn’t really need the training, but I listened anyway.
As training drug on, a client called and began yelling at her. I could hear him from the other side of her desk. She rolled her eyes and apologized before sending him over to the correct department. “Identity theft isn’t a joke, Jim,” she joked as she hung up the phone. I laughed because I understood the reference. “What a jackass,” she said as she opened her screen back up. I found myself unsure on whether to agree or disagree. After all, maybe Jim was just having a bad day and – “Hey,” she interrupted my internal monologue. “What’s your favorite episode?” We stared at each other for a minute. “The Office…” I said, thinking about it long and hard. She gave me a weird look. “It’s cool. Take your time. I’m here ‘til five.” We both laughed, though mine was a nervous laugh. Anyone who’s ever met me knows I laugh when I’m nervous, and now was one of those times.
“Probably The Dinner Party,” I answered eventually. We debated this for a minute; she was apparently not satisfied with my response. We left and grabbed lunch together. “Did you want to invite Matt?” I asked, not wanting to feel awkward for being the only one she invited. “He’s kind of an asshole,” she said loud enough so that he could hear. It was part of their banter, though it took me a while to learn that.
We rode together. I drove. She asked me a bit about myself on the way to the sub shop. I kept it a bit high-level. And then she did something disappointing – she whipped out a pack of cigarettes. “Not in this car,” I remember saying. She slid them back into her purse. “I only do it a few days a week.” I found it to be such an odd thing to say. Did she time out her cigarette breaks to specific days of the week? How come I’d never seen her go out with the other smokers? How did she have such nice teeth if – “Most people are surprised I smoke,” she added. I was one of them. “My dad used to smoke. I spent my childhood being that weird kid in class who smells like cigarette smoke. It took me years to get a normal sense of smell. I’m not a fan,” I told her. “But I won’t judge you.” And to my recollection, I mostly kept that promise.
We ate lunch together. I am mostly a pretty quiet person, but can also be really chatty if I find myself particularly nervous. There is a very small window of not being either of those things, and I have found it’s rarely accomplished with people I’ve met. “We should watch The Office and you can debate with me all of the goofy shit that goes on,” she said. I thought about it. “Like…watch together, you mean?” She gave me another weird look. “You can go to my neighbor’s house, watch from his window, and talk to me on the phone while you watch it if you think that’ll help you.” She smirked. “Or I can come to you…” At the time, I lived with my parents. I was always embarrassed to say so, and most people assumed that they were supporting me, but it was mostly the other way around. I didn’t expect her to understand, so I quickly vetoed that option. “When were you thinking?” We debated for a minute and settled on the following weekend.
Just over a week passed and I continued to train with her. I spent about 2 – 3 hours a day with her when I trained, and it was mostly just small talk. Like I said, the material I was trained on wasn’t too mentally taxing. The Thursday before, she posed an interesting question. “What’re you wearing for our date?” I stared at her. That word always makes me nervous. Seriously. Walk up to me right now and tell me you want to take me on a date. I will melt into a puddle of nerves.
To complicate matters, I wasn’t out yet. I was what some might call “straight passing,” which is not a phrase I use too much now. I hadn’t told anyone I worked with that I was gay as a summer hat. What if people found out we hung out together? Would they start spreading rumors? Would she post about it on social media? Would it lead to me coming out before – “You can keep it casual.” She smiled. It was at the moment I realized she was either joking or could tell how nervous the question made me. “But not too casual,” she added. “Like…wear something.”She laughed at her own joke. “Yeah, I mean, just my normal, I guess.” I shrugged. At this point, I was keeping my participation in the conversation at a minimum.
The next couple of days passed by painfully slowly, and I debated with myself whether or not I would go through with it. I have a habit of doing this, but I’m grateful to say I’ve never chickened out when agreeing to meet someone. I knocked on her door and she let me inside.
Her house was pretty much what I expected; two cats, a shelf full of books, lots of pictures, and a very sweet smell. She nudged my arm. “Thanks for keeping it casual.” We walked over to her couch and plopped down. A pepperoni pizza and two-liter of root beer awaited us. “I kept it casual, too. Hope you like pizza.” There wasn’t a ton of small talk as we ate. Her cat, Henry, did try to steal my pizza, though. She seemed nervous that this would make me angry, but it didn’t. “Do I owe you for the pizza?” I asked. She didn’t mention food, and the thought of people paying for me makes me uncomfortable. Being a lunch stamp kid – that is, someone whose lunch was paid for by the school corporation they attended – it didn’t settle well with me into adulthood. What if I don’t offer and she thought I was being rude? What if I should have offered to bring something? What if – “You’re totally fine. It was five bucks. I checked my bank account and I think that’s manageable.”
She turned on Netflix and we settled in a bit more. Her cat sat behind me and used the top of my head as a pillow. I sat in a somewhat uncomfortable position for a while. Hands in my lap. I was too nervous to ask for a blanket or pillow, but she eventually offered. “Are you okay?” She shooed her cat away and grabbed the blanket he had been resting on. “Here. I keep it cold in here. This is probably my comfiest blanket.” I threw it over my lap and we continued to watch.
As the afternoon wore on, I began to get more comfortable. She slid closer. I noticed but didn’t say anything. Oh, god, it’s happening,I thought to myself. What if I forgot to wear deodorant? Stacie, don’t be a dumbass, you always wear deodorant. But what if it stopped working? What if she could smell it? What if she thought I was smelly? What if – “I’m going to put my head right here,” she said before she rested it on my shoulder. Abort mission, abort mission. “Pee. I’ve got to pee.” I stood up and didn’t give her enough time to move her head. She laughed. “Well, you’re lucky. I have indoor plumbing. Down the hall and to your right.”
I didn’t actually have to pee. Vomit? Maybe. But not on her. I paced around her bathroom for a few moments. I took notice of the fact that her bathroom was fastidiously clean. I came back out and quickly made my way back to the couch. I sat down without a word but could feel her staring at me. “Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked before she pressed play. I nodded. “Yep.” She shrugged it off and turned the volume up.
She carefully laid on my shoulder again, arms folded in front of her. We talked about our favorite characters and which ones me most identified with. I let her do most of the talking. We bonded over the fact that, for the most part, we didn’t care too much for Jim. And eventually we stopped watching to just chat. She asked why I came over if nobody else would be there. She asked if it made me nervous. And when I admitted it did a little bit, she said it made her a little nervous, too.
I had been there for about five hours before I realized it. “I should go,” I said before offering to clean up the mess. We picked up the pizza and cleaned the dishes. We stood in her kitchen and chatted a while longer. “You’re more than welcome to come back.” I smiled at the thought. “If you had a good time, I mean.” We seemed to dance around saying so. I nodded, you know, all super-casual and whatnot. “Yeah, I think that’d be cool.” I gave her a one-armed hug and she wrapped both arms around me.
I got out to my car and sat there for a few moments. My stomach was in knots. I sort of felt like I was having heartburn, but in a butterfly sort of way. I got out of my car and knocked on her door again. She yelled for me to come in.
“What’s up?” she asked, hands on her hips. “I forgot something,” I said. And what I did next is a level of boldness I’ve only reached one other time. I leaned in and gave her a small kiss. Just a small one. It surprised us both, but mostly me, probably. I quickly pulled away and scurried back to my car. “See you Monday!” I yelled before I backed out. She stood at her door and watched me until I pulled out of the driveway.
I thought about the kiss the whole way home. Did women like to be kissed like that? Did I cross some weird sort of boundary? Would she want to see me again? We were just supposed to be friends? Did – Bing, bing, bing! Her name popped up on the caller ID of my car. I answered, albeit reluctantly. “You didn’t actually leave anything here, did you?” she joked. “Uh, no, I don’t think so.” We both laughed. “Except maybe my dignity if I wasn’t supposed to do that,” I added. She didn’t say anything for a long time, or at least it felt like a long time. “I mean…I didn’t mind it.” Her comment made me smile. “I just didn’t expect it. It was kind of smooth.” If there is anything I’m known to be – and this can likely be confirmed with others I’ve dated – smooth is probably not at the top of that list. We talked the rest of my drive home, which felt much shorter that day.
We both established very early on that we didn’t want to be public. And I quickly found out that she didn’t like “labeling things.” Though, if I’m being honest, I consider her my first girlfriend. “It doesn’t have to be anything special,” she said once or twice. She further explained how badly she’d been hurt by people she’d dated previously. I explained that I hadn’t dated anyonepreviously. We were both in foreign territory as far as dating another woman was considered. She didn’t seem to mind my lack of overall experience, and I didn’t mind that she had dated men before.
Our relationship was quiet but sweet. It was hard to pass by her desk and not smile at her. She told me she had the same struggle. We would only eat lunch together a couple days out of the week to dull suspicion, though I later found out a close friend eventually caught on – she just never said anything to protect my privacy. We exchanged cute texts during the day; mostly jokes and things of the like. We quickly approached the three-month mark and I pondered getting her something to commemorate the fact. I eventually settled on a small figurine of a cat leaning against a set of books; it was meant to serve as a bookend so her books would stay upright on her bookshelf. She seemed to like it. I didn’t necessarily want a gift, though she ended up getting me a coffee mug to drink my hot chocolate from. It had a quote from The Office on it.
About five months in, we lay on her bed. She was running her hands through my hair. We discussed dying it. I had considered it for a while, but at the time, my hair was long and quite thick. It was difficult to manage, and I knew it would require a lot of dye. It would take most of the day, probably, and I could never settle on a color I liked. What if the dye didn’t work and my hair became colored in patches? What if the dye made my hair fall out? What if I ended up hating it? What if – “I love your hair.” She leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. Then the nose. Then the mouth. She cupped my face in her hands and I could feel my body sort of fall limp. She slid down beside me and continued to look at me. She smiled at me. I remember looking down and she lifted my chin back up.
She kissed me for a few moments. I felt myself squirm but eventually rested my arm over her. I pulled away and laughed. (See: Nervous laugh.) She tucked my hair behind my ear. “Kiss me again,” she said quietly. I felt the hair stand up on my arms but I did as I was told. Her hand slid up the back of my shirt. I froze immediately. I pulled away again and started to feel woozy. What if I was moving too fast? What if she was to change her mind? Would I know if I was crossing a boundary? What if – “You’re okay,” she said and rubbed my back. “You’re fine. It’s just me.” I felt tears fill my eyes. We sat in silence for a few minutes. “I don’t…” I remember stumbling over my words. “It’s just hard for me to…” She kept rubbing my back. “We can stop,” she said. I felt relieved to know she wasn’t upset with me.
But I didn’t want to stop. I slid closer to her again. “Slowly,” I said. She seemed to understand what I meant. She stopped to take her shirt off. I felt my eyes get big. Don’t stare. I looked away. Wait. Shouldn’t I stare?I thought about it a little too long, and I still haven’t figured out if it’s completely okay to stare. I suppose staring can be interpreted a number of ways. I interrupted my own train of thought and kissed her again.
And as you might expect, it escalated from there. It went slowly – perfectly slow. Focused. It took a while, but it was gentle. It was a little awkward at certain points, but I suppose that’s not uncommon. My frame of reference is somewhat limited.
I laid on her pillow while she played with my fingers. I was half-asleep by that point. “Are you good?” She looked over at me and busted out laughing. “Yeah, I think I’ll be fine, you dork.” I could hardly believe that just happened. She nudged me with her foot. “How are you feeling?” She ran her fingers through my hair. Her voice got quiet. “Are you okay?” I nodded and smiled at her. She rested her chin on my arm and we laid in silence for a while.
We continued to date for a few months in silence. It became easier and easier to downplay the fact we were more than friends. But, to her, I would always be less than a girlfriend. We talked about it more than once. She explained that she had moved fast in previous relationships. I tried my best to understand, but it wasn’t a shared experience. I had no idea how fast to go.
We never said “I love you” to each other. If someone was to ask me right now if I was in love with her, I would be able to answer confidently – I wasn’t. And I hated that I couldn’t be. I had given it thought, of course. She was my first kiss. She was my first everything. But to her, I wasn’t quite what she needed to be confident with herself. Still, I enjoyed the time I spent with her. And for the most part, I felt safe with her.
Things became more off-and-on for the last two months. Long talks and phone calls. We stayed up into the early morning hours talking about feelings and what we could do to try and make things work. She admitted that she wasn’t “completely happy,” but she liked me as a person. She wanted to try. She didn’t want to let go but could never tell me exactly why. We had a shared experience of being the start of something for the other; for her, I was the start of helping her better determine her sexuality. And for me…well, she provided the same benefit. There were additional firsts from my end, though. As much as I hate to say I was in my mid-twenties before I got my first kiss, it’s the truth. I don’t think it’s something about myself I would change.
Endings usually come without warning, or at least that’s my experience. I was curled up on her couch one evening. She dozed off beside me. It was a bad day for her at work. She asked me to be there with her, so I went. We watched most of a movie before she tuckered out. I noticed that, at several points, her phone was going off. We were at the point in our…um…relationship that her looking at my phone and me looking at her phone wasn’t uncommon. I looked at the screen. Ryan: (4) missed calls. I didn’t know a Ryan, but she had a big network of friends. I let it go.
Eventually, she woke up from her nap. She got up and went to make something in the kitchen. Her phone rang again. Ryan: (5) missed calls. I wasn’t sure if she heard it. Ryan: (6) missed calls. I eventually spoke up. “Ryan really wants to talk to you,” I told her. She didn’t respond. It wasn’t the kind of response where you don’t hear someone. It was the kind of response where you realize you probably messed up and are trying to figure out what to say. I joined her in the kitchen and handed her her phone. “There’s something we should talk about.” She leaned against her counter.
She realized there wasn’t any getting around it, I guess. She was painfully honest. “I went to high school with him and we’ve been talking. He wants to take me on a date.” My gut instinct was to start crying, but I chose to give her the benefit of the doubt. I figured maybe that was it – and as much as I should have expected what she said next, I didn’t. “We hooked up a couple of weeks ago.” She immediately tried to justify it. “When you were out of town and right after we talked. We met up and things just got out of hand.” I don’t remember my response. Things moved in a blur. She kept apologizing; then, she ended it – whatever it was, it was over.
We didn’t talk for a while. It wasn’t hard to avoid her at work. Our desks were in completely different areas, and training had long ceased. She texted me on occasion; the first few were apologies, long ones. After a while, they trickled down to just a few words. It took about four months for me to want to speak with her again. The discussion of us being friends never came up officially, but we found ourselves in that place in a very organic way.
As it would turn out, we’re much better friends than we are girlfriends. We talk from time to time. We share a few Instagram and Facebook likes here and there. Looking at her doesn’t break my heart, which reaffirms my belief that whatever we shared wasn’t love; but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t an important adventure to experience.
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2020.10.24 01:07 GRVrush2112 Why hasn't Hollywood tapped concept albums as sources to turn into screenplays, and what concept albums would you enjoy seeing adapted for film/television?

Two questions here, I know... but I've pondered on this for a while. Hollywood has always tapped sources from other forms of media to turn into film and television. Be it novels, comic books, video games, internet memes....etc. But one source you almost never see adapted into film or television is the concept album. Why is that? I get that alot of the various (story driven) concept albums out there do not have the clearest of narratives, and are often convoluted (due to the music being the main driving force and having to fit the lyrics/story to that)... but that's not the case all of the time. There are just as many concept records out there with clear narratives, with clear characters and story arcs..etc. Great stories that would absolutely lend themselves to adaption. Even moreso, because of the fact that there is the template for a score built right in.. That to me would be the greatest draw, not only to see how the story would be adapted, but how a directomusical director could re-work the original music within that new format.
So why? Why are there so few examples of this being done, it seems to me that there is a goldmine of great stories out there that could reach alot more people if screenwriters knew where to look.
Secondly, if Hollywood were to start tapping concept albums for adaptation into film/televison, what albums would you like to see, and why? What albums do you feel have a compelling story that could make for a great film or TV series (long-running, or limited series)?
My personal go-to example would be "Still Life" by Opeth. It's a concept album about a religious outcast from a rural community long ago (I imagine 14th/15th century), to reconnect with the woman he loves after several years apart. He is able to reconnect with his love (Melinda), but this pisses off the elders of the village and things get out of control in a very violent climax, with Melinda dead, and the protagonist going on a killing spree in revenge. The album ends on a bittersweet note with his execution but reunion with his love as he is hanged. I would love to see this brought to a mid-budget film. It would be an excellent period piece, but have that rated-R draw in that budget range.
Secondly, am I the only one that wants to see "The Amory Wars" adapted? The Amory Wars is the large over-arching story that connects the entire discography of the band Coheed and Cambria. The plot is a bit convoluted, but it's very much a rated-R Sci-Fi epic. The only hindrance being that to do the story proper it would have to be rated-R, and given the setting/story beats, it would also require a pretty substantial budget. Those two things don't often mix, but I can see them getting around that by making it a series and animating it. Put that on Netflix or on Amazon Prime and I will binge the hell out of it.
There are a few others I could list, but Ill leave you all to that for now.
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2020.10.24 00:54 PaulsWellEndsWell 23 [M4F] PA/Anywhere- C'est La Vie.

So hi there. My name is Paul. I've been spending a good bit of time mulling over how I want to write this. There are so many things I want to say and so many ways I want to say them, but I have to keep things concise because I'd rather not bore you. But hey, we're all here for different reasons I'm sure.
So right off the bat, plain and simple, I'm looking for my forever. I am looking for a woman to someday marry and have children with. I know that's not super common in this day and age but that's what I've wanted since I was very young and unless drastic changes occur I stand firm on that. But I don't just want a best friend/girlfriend and eventual wife. It took me 6 long years to figure it out, but I've finally figured out what I want out of a relationship more than anything else and how I can thrive in one, and it boils down to a simple bottom line: the happier I can make my partner, the happier I will be. Sounds kind of crazy, I know. But it's true! I was thinking about both of my past relationships and why one lasted so much longer than the other: because my ability to make one happy (and in turn make myself happy) was so much stronger with the one that lasted longer. I could never make the other one happy despite my best efforts and that in turn kinda hurt my own self-esteem quite a bit to the point that it was just draining trying to make her happy, but some people are just like that. The more I think about it, it almost sounds like mutual simping, if that makes sense. My point being, I can thrive off of doing/saying stuff that makes you genuinely happy, and not in a giving someone money kind of happy way. I don't roll like that. So, with all that out of the way, let's see how else we might be compatible!
First and foremost, I'm a huge gamer. Real original, I know. But I've been playing ever since I was able to hold a controller and it's been a blast ever since. If you couldn't tell from my intro, I'm also a big fan of stupid, quick-wit humor, akin to the likes of the Marx Brothers and Leslie Nielsen type movies. Some of my other interests are fairly niche (or nephew, depending on how you view them), and I don't watch many shows or movies (although I have started watching Ash vs Evil Dead and god I love Bruce Campbell) and I plan on starting Netflix's Castlevania next. Assuming COVID dies down any time soon, I'd definitely love to start getting into boxing, fencing, and archery! I also used to write a lot, but I've basically been battling writer's block for the last few years so that's fun. I've been itching to try loads of new things, including hydrocortisone. I want to continue learning how to cook as well; not to brag, but... I boil a mean pot of pasta. I'm also a meme connoisseur, with some dabbling in avant-garde shitposting. I've made some pretty spicy memes in my day if I do say so myself, maybe I'll show them to you someday ;) Also a fan of cats and dogs, sadly mildly allergic to both though.
I think that's about all I have to say. Hopefully you read through the whole thing (It gets on my nerves when people ask questions that I answered in the post) and we can get to chatting! I have no preference of either chat or DMs! I hope to hear from you soon!
Should note, preferred age range is 21-28!
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2020.10.24 00:53 PaulsWellEndsWell 23 [M4F] PA/Anywhere- C'est La Vie.

So hi there. My name is Paul. I've been spending a good bit of time mulling over how I want to write this. There are so many things I want to say and so many ways I want to say them, but I have to keep things concise because I'd rather not bore you. But hey, we're all here for different reasons I'm sure.
So right off the bat, plain and simple, I'm looking for my forever. I am looking for a woman to someday marry and have children with. I know that's not super common in this day and age but that's what I've wanted since I was very young and unless drastic changes occur I stand firm on that. But I don't just want a best friend/girlfriend and eventual wife. It took me 6 long years to figure it out, but I've finally figured out what I want out of a relationship more than anything else and how I can thrive in one, and it boils down to a simple bottom line: the happier I can make my partner, the happier I will be. Sounds kind of crazy, I know. But it's true! I was thinking about both of my past relationships and why one lasted so much longer than the other: because my ability to make one happy (and in turn make myself happy) was so much stronger with the one that lasted longer. I could never make the other one happy despite my best efforts and that in turn kinda hurt my own self-esteem quite a bit to the point that it was just draining trying to make her happy, but some people are just like that. The more I think about it, it almost sounds like mutual simping, if that makes sense. My point being, I can thrive off of doing/saying stuff that makes you genuinely happy, and not in a giving someone money kind of happy way. I don't roll like that. So, with all that out of the way, let's see how else we might be compatible!
First and foremost, I'm a huge gamer. Real original, I know. But I've been playing ever since I was able to hold a controller and it's been a blast ever since. If you couldn't tell from my intro, I'm also a big fan of stupid, quick-wit humor, akin to the likes of the Marx Brothers and Leslie Nielsen type movies. Some of my other interests are fairly niche (or nephew, depending on how you view them), and I don't watch many shows or movies (although I have started watching Ash vs Evil Dead and god I love Bruce Campbell) and I plan on starting Netflix's Castlevania next. Assuming COVID dies down any time soon, I'd definitely love to start getting into boxing, fencing, and archery! I also used to write a lot, but I've basically been battling writer's block for the last few years so that's fun. I've been itching to try loads of new things, including hydrocortisone. I want to continue learning how to cook as well; not to brag, but... I boil a mean pot of pasta. I'm also a meme connoisseur, with some dabbling in avant-garde shitposting. I've made some pretty spicy memes in my day if I do say so myself, maybe I'll show them to you someday ;) Also a fan of cats and dogs, sadly mildly allergic to both though.
I think that's about all I have to say. Hopefully you read through the whole thing (It gets on my nerves when people ask questions that I answered in the post) and we can get to chatting! I have no preference of either chat or DMs! I hope to hear from you soon!
Should note, preferred age range is 21-28!
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2020.10.23 21:39 MarkdownShadowBot Removed comments/submissions for /u/JiggerKoller9952

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Comments:

g9qx4z0 in news on 23 Oct 20 (1pts):
Oh my god. Just a couple of guys going to the woods shooting a couple cans. Military training? I do this too. Basically like hickok45 or FPS Russia. Just dudes having fun.
g9qs808 in news on 23 Oct 20 (1pts):
All the looting was a domestic terrorist attack. You count those individuals up, you will get thousands of leftist terrorist attacks just in a couple of months.
g9nb622 in news on 22 Oct 20 (1pts):
Lmao if you’re intimidated by that
g9naaa9 in news on 22 Oct 20 (1pts):
If these were these super spy agents, then how do we know where they were all the time?
g9n6s1r in news on 22 Oct 20 (1pts):
Dude, no. ICE are the SS. Stop questioning things
g9eu4mr in news on 20 Oct 20 (1pts):
Wearing political slogans in a ballot office is illegal, but certain people seem to get away with it
g9azepy in holdmyfeedingtube on 19 Oct 20 (-14pts):
Damn shame. Hot women are so hard to find in China, too. They killed a lot of girls for the one child rule and now Chinese virgin men are roaming the streets. There’s 2 men to 1 woman there.
g9a6nmw in news on 19 Oct 20 (1pts):
It’s always ties and rumors and bullshit. It’s like the establishment and the media is trying to convince us that there are Nazis in the bushes, they’re coming out of the walls. Even though there is...
g8wgzok in worldnews on 15 Oct 20 (0pts):
You're gonna produce another Hitler, if you're going to go on like this. A lot of Germans are pissed and they want your bourgeoisie ass dead
g8wfvto in worldnews on 15 Oct 20 (-1pts):
Where is the money coming from? So the Jews are taking money from white people again.
People, Germans, are seeing the writing on the wall. This is will not end well.
edit: criticize the Jews and...
g8w3h3x in AmateurRoomPorn on 15 Oct 20 (1pts):
Ban me then. If you're not a Bernie stan then you can go to hell
g8vyb3k in worldnews on 15 Oct 20 (2pts):
Get lost. Muslims do the same thing
g8rma7m in cringe on 14 Oct 20 (1pts):
It's gonna be a landslide win for him
g8oqihm in lotrmemes on 13 Oct 20 (-5pts):
They are blacker than most blacks. And they are pretty disenfranchised. Everybody hates them. Their boss is a massive dick.
Orc Lives Matter. Fuck off
g8opfp8 in lotrmemes on 13 Oct 20 (-6pts):
I mean there are black people there: orcs

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2020.10.23 19:55 4thegeek 37 [M4F] Let's give this one more shot. Looking for a cute curvy cuddle buddy.

Hey London,
I am your usual geeky redditor, from Canada Water in East London. I work as a programmer, currently from home, and have been strictly in social isolation since the mid of March. Slowly going mad with being all by myself for so long. Finally had a haircut, first since March.
I am a movie enthusiast, and I also try to actively follow world politics. I like gaming, playing table tennis, singing, and street photography.
I am 37, bisexual, Asian, 5 ft 10, dark hair and eyes, pretty good looking - but that is for you to decide.
My ideal lady would be a cute, curvy, voluptuous woman in her 20s-30s, white or East Asian, with a great smile, and one who might share some similar interests as me. I am not exactly looking for a one night stand hookup, more about finding chemistry, and perhaps build a friendship.
I am looking for someone I can connect with, and chill and laugh at silly random things - quote lines from movies and memes, and just try to have a good company in these dire times. Someone to fight over what to watch on Netflix, and then make out to Aerosmith in the start titles. I am a sucker for making out and cuddles, and if I may say so - I'm pretty good at it, got a medal n everything :D. I am not very keen on talking about sexual tastes in my intro post, but maybe if we start talking we can talk about that too.
I hope this speaks to someone! If you have made it to this line, well done. If you feel intrigued by this, gimme a shout, drop me a PM, and we can do the usual round of exchanging phone, pics, chat and see where it goes.
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2020.10.23 16:48 CryptoRaffi Feel like quitting...

So I started writing romance novels, which do well and pay me to write where I really enjoy it. Sci-fi. So...short story short. I put my sweat and blood into the first book (130k words) historical fiction series that is about a 21st century woman traveling back in time to Rome and the Germanic tribes so she will lead Arminius up to the battle at the Teutoburg forest that destroyed 3 legions and was one of Rome biggest defeats ever.
I just got the book back from dev edits. It is on track for publishing end of Dec. I put a lot of money and time into it already. With covid and toddler at home 24/7 I get up at 2 am to write...
Now the shocker. Today I turn on tv on Netflix looking for the kid shows and boom! A six part miniseries drama called Barbarians was released, ABOUT ARMINIUS AND THE TEUTOBERG FOREST BATTLE.
Now I feel like not even publishing this book. It was the first in a 3 part series working up the way to the battle. With lots of other stuff going on, but why would anybody care any longer? We all know the outcome now.
I mean what are the odds of this! Nibody gave 2 cents about this histrocial story until now. And now this!
It sums up my life pretty well. Always too late to the party. No matter how hard I try.
Ugh!!!!
Ps: I will publish of course, I am not a quitter. But damn this sucks. I saw myself roll out with folks being like Arminius who? Why the hell have I never heard of this badass warrior prince kicking Rome's ass. But but but..
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2020.10.23 12:21 oct_winner Fuck off fap and fucking shit Netflix

I have been going pretty much ok last few weeks. But today I lost sleep. I didn't fap or relapse at night. I was working, because I got no sleep. Now I suddenly went to netflix, saw in the front page The suitable boy. How do they fucking sell porn wide open, fucking shit website. I remembered the trailer I saw long time back of this series, which features a kiss scene between a young guy and a elderly woman, which they try to make steaming. Fucking crap. Now I just cant get my mind off it. God help me save from shitty assholes like Netflix. have to sleep early today, and not relapse mainly.
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2020.10.23 08:03 MagisterDicksIt 21[M4F] Online FWB but where we're actually friends and not just sexual

Okay the usual part is that I'm looking for something sexual but the unusual part is that I want there to be good chemistry between us so I'm not looking for something quick, I want to get to know you and move on to sexual stuff if we're both into it, otherwise I'd have found a good friend!
I'm looking for a fluid and dynamic friendship where we're actually vibing, flirting and more if we both enjoy it.
I'm posting here cause I really want to learn and experience being with an older woman, I think I'll learn a lot from you and we'll both have a lot of fun as well. I think this is one sort of interaction which will be really interesting and open a new dimension to me so please don't hesitate to hit me up
I've a pretty goofy sense of humour and I've been keeping myself occupied by watching a ton of stuff on Netflix, helping out at home and just regular old college stuff like classes and assignments.
I enjoy Science fiction, pop culture and I'm pretty nerdy overall. I like watching sports, taking walks and one of my dreams is to explore an unknown city on foot and preferably without a map over a week or so. I'm also getting into DIY stuff but I haven't made anything except for plans yet haha
So hit me up with whatever you feel like and let's see how it goes!
I'm looking forward to talking to you wonderful ladies and don't forget to wash your hands, wear your masks and keep safe
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2020.10.23 00:32 PaulsWellEndsWell 23 [M4F] PA/Anywhere- C'est La Vie.

So hi there. My name is Paul. I've been spending a good bit of time mulling over how I want to write this. There are so many things I want to say and so many ways I want to say them, but I have to keep things concise because I'd rather not bore you. But hey, we're all here for different reasons I'm sure.
So right off the bat, plain and simple, I'm looking for my forever. I am looking for a woman to someday marry and have children with. I know that's not super common in this day and age but that's what I've wanted since I was very young and unless drastic changes occur I stand firm on that. But I don't just want a best friend/girlfriend and eventual wife. It took me 6 long years to figure it out, but I've finally figured out what I want out of a relationship more than anything else and how I can thrive in one, and it boils down to a simple bottom line: the happier I can make my partner, the happier I will be. Sounds kind of crazy, I know. But it's true! I was thinking about both of my past relationships and why one lasted so much longer than the other: because my ability to make one happy (and in turn make myself happy) was so much stronger with the one that lasted longer. I could never make the other one happy despite my best efforts and that in turn kinda hurt my own self-esteem quite a bit to the point that it was just draining trying to make her happy, but some people are just like that. The more I think about it, it almost sounds like mutual simping, if that makes sense. My point being, I can thrive off of doing/saying stuff that makes you genuinely happy, and not in a giving someone money kind of happy way. I don't roll like that. So, with all that out of the way, let's see how else we might be compatible!
First and foremost, I'm a huge gamer. Real original, I know. But I've been playing ever since I was able to hold a controller and it's been a blast ever since. If you couldn't tell from my intro, I'm also a big fan of stupid, quick-wit humor, akin to the likes of the Marx Brothers and Leslie Nielsen type movies. Some of my other interests are fairly niche (or nephew, depending on how you view them), and I don't watch many shows or movies (although I have started watching Ash vs Evil Dead and god I love Bruce Campbell) and I plan on starting Netflix's Castlevania next. Assuming COVID dies down any time soon, I'd definitely love to start getting into boxing, fencing, and archery! I also used to write a lot, but I've basically been battling writer's block for the last few years so that's fun. I've been itching to try loads of new things, including hydrocortisone. I want to continue learning how to cook as well; not to brag, but... I boil a mean pot of pasta. I'm also a meme connoisseur, with some dabbling in avant-garde shitposting. I've made some pretty spicy memes in my day if I do say so myself, maybe I'll show them to you someday ;) Also a fan of cats and dogs, sadly mildly allergic to both though.
I think that's about all I have to say. Hopefully you read through the whole thing (It gets on my nerves when people ask questions that I answered in the post) and we can get to chatting! I have no preference of either chat or DMs! I hope to hear from you soon!
Should note, preferred age range is 21-28!
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2020.10.22 06:25 Inception_025 Late-October 2020 Predictions

Whew, this has been a hell of a season so far. It feels like every day some news breaks and I have to go change everything again. New films popping up constantly, old films getting moved. Hell, I was just finishing this list when it was announced that Boseman was being campaigned in Lead, and had to rearrange a few things.
So here's my list, I'll italicize everything I've seen, or otherwise experienced (ie. Mank's score, or News of the World's script). I'll also leave some explanations below most categories.
Best Picture
  1. Mank
  2. Nomadland
  3. The Trial of the Chicago 7
  4. News of the World
  5. One Night in Miami
  6. Soul
  7. The Father
  8. Ma Rainey's Black Bottom
Pretty sure it stops at 8 this year, but if there's 9 or 10...
  1. The United States vs. Billie Holiday
  2. Judas and the Black Messiah
That Mank trailer has me on the fence. On one hand, it looks fantastic and looks like it'll sweep technically. On the other hand, I'm still not convinced it'll win, it doesn't quite look like a Best Picture Winner to me yet, but then again, I don't know what else will. Nomadland is definitely going to be the artsy contender that looks like a front runner all along and doesn't end up taking it. Trial of the Chicago 7 very well might take it, but I don't think movies like that really win anymore as much as I love it. News of the World is the only other potential winner I can see right now. I still think that'll be this year's 1917 in terms of broad appeal. Nothing else can win, but I think One Night in Miami and Soul are both rock solid for nominations. The Father I'm still positive about, and Ma Rainey's trailer has me thinking it'll do what The Two Popes almost managed to do. I still need to see more from the bottom two.
Best Director
  1. Chloé Zhao, Nomadland
  2. David Fincher, Mank
  3. Paul Greengrass, News of the World
  4. Aaron Sorkin, The Trial of the Chicago 7
  5. George C Wolfe, Ma Rainey's Black Bottom
I still feel like Zhao takes it home, even having seen material from Mank now. I don't think the "Fincher overdue" narrative will sell yet, maybe on his next film. But Zhao is fresh, exciting, and made a bold, artsy film that I think a lot of voters will want to reward somewhere, but may not know where (especially as it has no shot in any of the techs). Outside of those two frontrunners, I think Greengrass is a lock, Sorkin is on shaky ground as his direction isn't one of the strongest elements of the film, but is solid enough, and Wolfe replaces Zeller for me this time because of how visually strong and direction heavy Ma Rainey is looking vs Zeller's subdued work.
Best Lead Actor
  1. Anthony Hopkins, The Father
  2. Chadwick Boseman, Ma Rainey's Black Bottom
  3. Gary Oldman, Mank
  4. Tom Hanks, News of the World
  5. Delroy Lindo, Da 5 Bloods
Boseman being campaigned as lead is a mistake, that said, I haven't seen the film, but if they could have gotten away with it, supporting would have been so much more wise. He was a contender to win there, but here, he's going up against a seemingly unstoppable performance by Anthony Hopkins. I know people said the same about Glenn Close in The Wife, but this is actually worth the hype and not a career award. But if Boseman is good, he's the second up to win. Oldman and Hanks seem safe for a nomination with little chance for a win, and Lindo is the one on shaky ground, as Da 5 Bloods won't be repped elsewhere.
Best Lead Actress
  1. Viola Davis, Ma Rainey's Black Bottom
  2. Frances McDormand, Nomadland
  3. Vanessa Kirby, Pieces of a Woman
  4. Kate Winslet, Ammonite
  5. Andra Day, The United States vs. Billie Holiday
Especially after seeing that trailer, it looks like Viola has this one. She's widely respected, and hasn't won a lead prize yet. Meanwhile, I think her biggest competition is Frances McDormand, who the Academy will be hesitant to award again so soon after her second Oscar. Vanessa Kirby is fantastic, but I think she'll act as a way for Netflix to boost Viola's chances of a win. Winslet and Day are lower tier and could end up being replaced.
Best Supporting Actor
  1. Charles Dance, Mank
  2. Sacha Baron Cohen, The Trial of the Chicago 7
  3. Yahya Abdul Mahteen II, The Trial of the Chicago 7
  4. David Straitharn, Nomadland
  5. Leslie Odom Jr, One Night in Miami
I had to shuffle when Boseman was pushed to lead, and ultimately ended up going with Charles Dance winning this category. It's a bold prediction as I previously didn't even have him nominated, but I couldn't see anyone else in the lineup taking it. The Chicago 7 boys are both excellent, but unless they build an excellent narrative for Cohen, I don't think either would be winning performances necessarily. Straitharn is sticking out to me as one of the most memorable performances in Nomadland, so I think he'll get in as a by-factor of that film's success. Leslie Odom is the shakiest prediction here, as he might not even be the performance that they push from that movie. I heard some rumbles about Boseman in Da 5 Bloods here, and I think we'd need to see that film pick up a lot of widespread steam to end up in this category.
Best Supporting Actress
  1. Glenn Close, Hillbilly Elegy
  2. Amanda Seyfried, Mank
  3. Saoirse Ronan, Ammonite
  4. Olivia Colman, The Father
  5. Helena Zengel, News of the World
I feel confident in saying after seeing the trailer for Hillbilly Elegy that Glenn Close is easily winning this award. She almost did it with The Wife, and it looks like she's basically doing a kindhearted version of Allison Janney in I Tonya here. Aside from that, depending on the size of the role, Seyfried could be a contender for Mank. Ronan is a sure nomination, but a sure loser. Colman gets in if her film does as well as I believe it will. Zengel is my shakiest pick, because her role is largely silent, and she's a child. Two uphill battles. If she doesn't get in, it's going to be Ellen Burstyn.
Best Original Screenplay
  1. The Trial of the Chicago 7
  2. Mank
  3. Soul
  4. Judas and the Black Messiah
  5. Another Round
The top three are locks, but any of them could win. Trial seems like the obvious pick, as it's a very script heavy Aaron Sorkin movie. I think Mank will be more of a director's movie than a script, and it'll be hard for some voters to justify voting for someone who has been dead for twenty years. Soul could win if all of the stars align. Then I cap this category off with Judas and my most ballsy pick of all, Another Round, which I know won't likely get a nomination, but the screenwriting categories usually contain some interesting picks, and since this is likely to win international feature, if there's anything else it gets nominated for, it's this.
Best Adapted Screenplay
  1. One Night in Miami
  2. News of the World
  3. Nomadland
  4. The Father
  5. Ma Rainey's Black Bottom
This category feels pretty rock solid. Three play adaptations may be too much, but I think they all stand on their own. Miami is a likely winner just based on the topical nature and the strength of the dialogue, but really, either of the other play adaptations could also win, especially since Ma Rainey remains a wildcard in terms of quality. News of the World is a great script, but seeing as it's pretty sparse, and oftentimes, an average adventure story, I can't see it overthrowing the more dialogue heavy features here. Nomadland also is far too sparse and minimal in writing to win this prize.
Best Animated Feature
  1. Soul
  2. Wolfwalkers
  3. Onward
  4. Over the Moon
  5. The Willoughbys
Soul has this on lock, with Wolfwalkers behind (would be far closer if Soul's reviews weren't stellar. Wolfwalkers would have a shot at winning in most years with critical response like it's getting). Onward seems likely to be nominated as well, unless Disney goes all in on their Soul push and it gets lost in the mix. Over the Moon getting mixed reviews reignites my hope for The Willoughbys, as Netflix may see some potential in pushing that film as well (I hope so, I know the director personally and would love to see him nominated).
Best International Film (countries for films submitted)
  1. Another Round
  2. Never Gonna Snow Again (Poland)
  3. Collective (Romania)
  4. Quo Vadis, Aida? (Bosnia)
  5. Night of the Kings (Ivory Coast)
I don't think anything but Another Round has much of a shot here. It's too good, the whole package in one movie, presuming Denmark actually submits it. Otherwise, Never Gonna Snow Again is beautifully made and weird enough to draw people in, but not too weird as to alienate. Collective seems interesting, and could potentially inspire widespread love. Quo Vadis and Night of the Kings are shaky, but I know from past experience that usually most of this lineup is at TIFF and Venice, and having seen these, I'm leaning towards them as possibilities.
Best Documentary Feature
  1. Boys State
  2. Time
  3. MLK/FBI
  4. The Dissident
  5. Athlete A
This is probably my shakiest category. The only two films I feel confident in are Boys State and Time, the other three could be dropped for anything else. I think Crip Camp will be this year's "shocking snub", like Apollo 11 last year or WYBMN before that. Could also end up being Totally Under Control that gets in, which I just watched today. But for now, this lineup seems okay to me, with Athlete A as Netflix's push.
Best Original Score
  1. Mank
  2. Tenet
  3. News of the World
  4. The Trial of the Chicago 7
  5. One Night in Miami
This is presuming that Soul is ineligible due to multiple composers working on separate chunks of the film. If it is eligible, it'll be here. Hearing Mank's snippets today has me confident that Mank will win in this category. What an incredible score. Tenet is also a fantastic score. News of the World seems like it'll have promise in this category. Chicago 7 and Miami are both more subtle picks as the scores aren't at the forefront of their films, but until I see stronger options, these are my safe low tier picks.
Best Original Song
  1. The Prom
  2. "Hear My Voice", The Trial of the Chicago 7
  3. "Rocket to the Moon", Over the Moon
  4. "Io See", The Life Ahead
  5. "Free", The One and Only Ivan
Presuming reports were correct and there is NO original song from Soul (what a shame), there's nothing out so far that really shouts "Oscar winning song" aside from No Time to Die and whelp! So I'm betting The Prom has a big number to push. Chicago 7's song is fantastic in my opinion, but doesn't feel grand enough to win. Rocket to the Moon is also fantastic but if the film isn't great, it may not strike the right chord. Last two are both Diane Warren, I know at least one gets in, even though both tracks are SO boring. Who knows? Does Everybody's Talking About Jamie have an original song?
Best Sound
  1. News of the World
  2. Tenet
  3. The Midnight Sky
  4. Soul
  5. Ma Rainey's Black Bottom
Almost puked putting Tenet in second place, but we know that the Academy loves Nolan's murky mixes. There will be a deserved outcry when this is nominated, but it will be. Midnight Sky seems like a solid tech contender, and will do well here. Final two spots, only makes sense to be the jazz movies. If Wonder Woman does come out, it'll likely take Soul's spot.
Best Production Design
  1. Mank
  2. News of the World
  3. Ma Rainey's Black Bottom
  4. Mulan
  5. The United States vs Billie Holiday
The only one here we haven't seen anything from is Billie Holiday, so I'm holding for some footage from that. Mank looks like a lock here, it's designed beautifully. News of the World hopefully won't be too reliant on the wilderness to secure a nomination, but if it's designed well in the segments in town, it seems like a surefire nomination. I was shocked at how beautiful the Ma Rainey sets and costumes look, but that feels like a major contender to me. And Mulan is Mulan, the question is, will the Academy bow to controversy or nominate the film even through the bad press?
Best Cinematography
  1. Mank
  2. Nomadland
  3. News of the World
  4. Tenet
  5. Ma Rainey's Black Bottom
Mank once again looks locked in. Stunning looking stuff. Nomadland could upset though with its long takes of golden hour light in the desert. On a craft perspective, Mank is more impressive looking though. News of the World looks pretty nice from the small clip we've seen, glad that Greengrass didn't place the camera in a Magic Bullet for this one. Tenet seems like a low tier, but safe bet. And Ma Rainey, once again, surprised me with its visuals in the trailer, so for now, it's in here.
Best Makeup
  1. Ma Rainey's Black Bottom
  2. Hillbilly Elegy
  3. Ammonite
  4. Mulan
  5. The Trial of the Chicago 7
Ma Rainey looks so heavy on the makeup that it seems hard to fathom it missing. Likewise, the biggest takeaway I had from Hillbilly Elegy aside from it looking like a mediocre movie with a great Glenn Close performance, is that the makeup looks stellar. Ammonite similarly transforms Kate Winslet in an interesting way that I think will pull in voters, especially if Winslet gets a nomination. Chicago 7 is here for the wacky hairstyling, but could easily be swapped with Birds of Prey.
Best Costume Design
  1. Ma Rainey's Black Bottom
  2. Mank
  3. Ammonite
  4. Mulan
  5. The United States vs Billie Holiday
Ma Rainey's design, once again, shocked me with how nice it looks. Mank is right up this category's alley for a nomination, but likely not a win. Ammonite will probably get in here even if every other aspect of the movie leaves voters cold. Again, I wanna see something from Billie Holiday.
Best Editing
  1. News of the World
  2. Mank
  3. The Trial of the Chicago 7
  4. Nomadland
  5. The Father
Here's the category that I think Mank loses out of all the techs. Fincher's movies are known for the editing, but News of the World might be the Ford v Ferrari to its Parasite. A western adventure directed by someone known for a frenetic editing style sounds like a perfect match for this category. Nomadland is low key in the editing, but I think it'll get in on the power of some of the edits, unlike something like Roma, which felt largely unedited (to great effect). It feels like scenes were largely sculpted through jump cuts in the edit room. The Father seems like an editor's film, just in how it uses cinematic techniques to disorient the viewers, right down to the edit. If it doesn't do well as a whole, it won't be here, but if it's in Best Picture, it's also here.
Best Visual Effects
  1. Tenet
  2. The Midnight Sky
  3. The Invisible Man
  4. Mulan
  5. Wonder Woman 1984
This category gives me a headache. Tenet is locked for a win unless Midnight Sky blows us all out of the water. Aside from that, who fucking knows. Is Wonder Woman coming out? Can we just write this category off this time? As a side note, how big of a disaster would a "Best Popular Film" category be in 2020, lmao.
Thanks for reading, let me know your thoughts! Do you agree, do you disagree? Do you want to fight? Where and when?
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