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yikesharringrove · 4 years

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Umm, I accidentally deleted the request for this while moving it to my inbox, so here it is. (Also this is like, four months old).

I’m gonna rec this fic which is super well written and adorable

Steve is ftm. (Personally, I’m not a big fan of mpreg unless it’s like, biologically plausible 🤷‍♀️)

Under the cut bc it’s long and there’s a little bit of smut.

Billy’s hands were shaking as he raced out of the house.

He had a bag slung over one shoulder, had already put two others in the Camaro.

His dad had gone in hard today. Three days after Billy graduated high school and he’s already calling him a deadbeat, a fuck up. Telling him to get a job like he hasn’t worked every summer and most weekends since he was fourteen.

He lit a cigarette as he slid into the driver’s seat.

He was gonna make one stop on the way outta town.

Steve had given Billy a spare key months ago, after he was tired of always having to go downstairs and answer the door.

He liked it when Billy just made his way up, started kissing whatever skin was already exposed and asking Steve if he’s wet.

Tonight, Steve thought, was no different.

Billy was kissing up his calf, mouthing along his knee, a few fingers creeping up the leg of his shorts.

Billy was the best sex he’s ever had. Not a lot of gay guys will go down on Steve, some won’t even fuck him. He had been real hesitant to tell Billy, start having regular sex with his best friend, because he didn’t think Billy would want anything to do with him when he knew what he was bringing to the table.

But Billy had told him not to be an idiot, ate him out, and pounded him into the mattress.

And Steve was in love.

So he let Billy fuck him whenever he pleased, because at least Billy was giving him the time of day, at least he was getting some.

He opened his eyes, smiling lazily down at Billy.

“‘Time is it?”

“Almost two.” Billy was curling two fingers into his waistband, slowly pulling down his shorts, like maybe Steve wouldn’t notice.

Steve lifted his hips, and Billy whipped off his shorts, diving right in for his pussy.

He ate him out with the same fervor he did everything. Making all these gross slurping sounds, sucking on Steve’s cock and shoving his tongue inside him.

He made Steve cum twice on his face, as was the norm, before wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, and getting right to business.

He fucked Steve like he was mad at him.

He often did. And Steve knew he wasn’t mad at him, moreso mad at the other him, the him that’s ruined Billy’s life since before he was even born.

Steve wasn’t as dumb as everyone thought. Knew that when Billy snuck into his bedroom at odd hours of the night and absolutely ravished him, something bad had happened with his dad.

So when Billy finally rolled off of him, and lit a cigarette, Steve knew better than to ask.

“I’m leaving.” Steve just hummed at him. Billy sometimes stuck around after sex.

But Billy didn’t move.

“Like, leaving Hawkins.” Steve just hummed again. Billy talked a lot about leaving Hawkins. Steve had always secretly dreamed of running away with him.

Billy just studied his face in the dark, stubbing out his cigarette and rolling over to hols Steve close to his chest.

Steve closed his eyes, let himself pretend.

Pretend that Billy loved him back.

He woke up to rustling, Billy getting dressed to leave as weak sunlight began to trickle through his curtains.

“Oh shit, didn’t mean to wake you.”

He smiled lazily at Billy.

“You comin’ back over tonight?” Billy looked stiff.

“Probably not. Sorry.”

“That’s okay. I’ll see you later, then.”

“Yeah. Later.” Billy was sitting on the end of his bed, had just finished tying on his boots.

And then he moved, quick as a flash to kiss Steve softly before he was thundering down the stairs.

Steve was just falling asleep as the Camaro roared away.

Billy had skipped town that night.

And Steve never forgave himself.

Steve was leaning over the counter, his head pressed into the cool top of it.

“I threw up all last week, and I just feel like shit.” He had been whining to Robin practically all morning at Family Video.

“Do you think you have the flu?”

“I don’t know, Rob. I mean, my stomach hurts a lot, but like, it feels like I’m just having awful cramps.”

“Are you on your period?”

“Nah. Don’t get it very often with the hormones anymore.”

“Normally I’d suggest pregnancy, but I know you’re in a bit of a dry spell.” He rolled slightly to look darkly at her. “Still no word of Billy?”

“No. The one person in Hawkins that isn’t too transphobic to fuck me, and he skips town.” Steve sighed. “I should’ve known, too. He was being super weird that night.”

“Whatever. When you and I skip town, we’ll have the time of our damn lives, and get you laid.” He laughed softly.

“I’m just gonna go to the doctor this weekend. Get a full physical.”

“Let me know the verdict at and I can come over with some medicine, if you need.”

“Thanks, Rob.”

Steve was lying back on the stiff exam table.

He had already given blood and urine samples, and was just waiting for the doctor to tell him what the fuck was wrong with him.

Sometimes his hormones had to be adjusted, and caused all sorts of weird shit to go haywire in his body.

Dr. Mauch was a kind woman, always been pleasant and accepting of Steve, even referred him to an endocrinologist for his hormones.

She didn’t smile when she came in, though. Just sat down at her stool.

“I’m going to go out a limb here and say that this is not news you’ll be happy about hearing.”

Steve felt his heart drop to his stomach.

“You’re pregnant.”

He blinked.

“No.”

“I’m sorry, Steve. But you most definitely are.”

“But, but I’m on blockers, and testosterone, and I haven’t had sex in months.”

“I’d say about six months.” His mouth was dry. Billy had left in late May. About six months ago. “And being on hormones is not an effective method of birth control. Some men still get pregnant after taking them.”

“I’m not, I don’t look pregnant.”

“Some people don’t really show their pregnancy. My sister was rail thin the entire time, had a perfectly healthy baby girl. It’s all about your body type.”

“So, so you’re telling me, that I’m six months fucking pregnant.”

“Yes.” He slumped back onto the exam table.

“What are, what are my options?”

“Well, unfortunately, not many. Abortions are only legal in Indiana up to 20 weeks, or five months, or unless the person pregnant is facing severely compromised physical health. There’s always adoption.”

“No one’s gonna want a baby from a trans guy.” She pursed her lips.

“I think that’s a harsh statement. Many people are desperate for babies.” Steve just stared at her.

“So, if I have to take it to term, should I like, go off my hormones.” His stomach gave a lurch at the idea.

“I would recommend it. There’s very little research one pregnancy in transgender individuals. We really don’t know how hormones can affect the baby.” Steve sighed. “I would say, get in with an OB/GYN. I can recommend a few I know and send them your medical history. Your name change and hormone therapy is part of all of it, so hopefully they will be kind.” Steve sighed.

“Thank you, Doc. I really appreciate it.”

“I’m sorry for the disappointing news.”

“Nah, it’s fine.” She gave him a copy of their appointment notes, a list of OB/GYNs for him to research, and a hug before she left.

He drove home slowly, feeling exhausted, like the weight of the fucking world was on his shoulders.

He got home to find Robin sitting on his front porch, her nose buried in a book, a pizza box sitting next to her.

She looked up at him, and he burst into tears.

“Look, Max, if he contacts you in any way, tell him to call Steve, okay? It’s important.” Robin was yammering to Max on the phone, trying to get a way to contact Billy.

Steve was laying on the couch, had his shirt rucked up over his stomach, pushing it out and sucking it in, trying to see any change in his body.

“Just give him Steve’s phone number and tell him he’s an asshole.” She hung up the phone, perching on the armrest at Steve’s feet.

“She know where he is?”

“No. She said he ran off and hasn’t contacted her at all. She didn’t even know he was leaving.” She slid onto the couch, let Steve put his feet on her lap. “You think he’d come back? If he knew?”

“I don’t know. I’m not really asking him to. I mean, I don’t think I’m in a place to take care of it, but I kinda just want him to know it exists. Like, I think he deserves that.”

“I get it.” Her voice was soft. She watched Steve stare at his tummy some more. “I’m sorry. I’m sure this is just, dysphoria out the wazoo.” Steve huffed a laugh.

“I don’t think it’s really hit me yet. I think ‘cause I’m not showing. I don’t look pregnant, so how can I be pregnant, you know?” He sighed tugging down his shirt. “Going to the doctor’s gonna be a damn nightmare, though. They’re too used to dealing with women. It’s gonna suck.”

Steve was right.

Even though his primary care doctor had sent his medical history, he still got deadnamed and misgendered at reception, and intake, and by the nurse, and the doctor when she finally arrived.

They gave him a pelvic exam, getting him in for a sonogram as well.

And as the doctor was moving the imagining wand around on his tummy, and he heard the heartbeat for the first time, something caved inside of him.

A baby. He was having a baby.

And part of him, a really fucking big part of him, was starting to love it.

His parents were home for four days.

And Steve had waited for the final day of their homesteading to tell them.

He’s glad he did.

Diner was as quiet as always, and Steve had nearly choked on the words.

“I’m pregnant.”

His father had gotten out his wallet, asked how much an abortion costs.

“I’m too far along for that. Nowhere will legally do it.”

His mother had just stared at him. His father asked how far along he was.

“Close to seven months. I didn’t even know until like, a week and a half ago.”

And his father had stood up, and the yelling began.

“I can’t believe you. You kick up this huge fuss, make us change your name, and the way we refer to you, go around telling everyone your a boy, and you get pregnant like the little slut you are.”

And he had told Steve to back his shit, told him he was not welcome in my house anymore.

And Steve didn’t have a lot of shit he cared about, the clothes he liked fit in one duffel bag.

His mother didn’t look at him as he left.

He had called Mrs. Henderson from a payphone.

Nobody else could give him a ride anymore, and he wasn’t expecting her to drop everything and drive him somewhere, but she had freaked out at the words kicked out and for getting pregnant, and told him to stay where he is.

She was there with a tight hug and a travel mug of honey lemon tea within twenty minutes.

Steve had asked for a ride to a youth shelter he had read about, but she shook her head, said you’re coming to live with me and Dusty and Steve had cried in her passenger seat, and again in her guest bedroom.

Steve groaned.

He had finally begun showing, just a little bit out a mound near his belly button.

But he felt like shit, had taken to spending most days in bed.

He bat away whoever was shaking him.

“Go away.”

“Steve, it’s Max.”

“I’m sleeping.”

“I found Billy, you asshole. I have his address.” Steve sat bolt up straight.

“You, where is he?”

“Boston. He went east, for some reason. But he sent me a letter, out of the blue, and I told him you had something important to say, but he said he doesn’t have a phone.” She handed him a slip of paper.

“Thanks, Max.” He gave her a weak smile, found her chewing her lip.

“Is he the father? The other father, I mean.” He had told the party about the pregnancy, figured rumors would begin spreading soon enough.

“Yeah. He’s the other father.”

“He wouldn’t have ditched you. If he’d known.”

“I know.”

“He’s not like that.”

“I know.” She stared him down. He kept his face open, honest.

“Are you gonna write to him?”

“Yeah. I just, I don’t really know what to say.”

“Just keep it simple. Tell him he’s got a kid. Let him choose what he wants.”

It took Steve almost a month to draft a letter.

He didn’t really know what to say.

He settled on the bare minimum.

I’m pregnant. And it is most definitely, without a doubt, yours. I’m not expecting anything from you. I don’t want money, or for you to move back to Hawkins. I just thought you deserve to know about your kid.

He read the letter about three times, one hand pressed delicately to his little bump.

I’ve decided to keep the baby. I’m going to raise them. You’re welcome to meet them, and be in their life if you choose, but if not, I’m not going to hold it against you.

He sealed the envelope, leaving it on his nightstand.

And then his contractions started.

He didn’t get around to sending it.

Claudia was the only person in the room with him when he gave birth.

She held his hand the whole time, coached him through his breathing.

And when his son was born, she pet his head, told Steve how beautiful he is.

Steve was slumped face down on the bed.

He had just gotten Oliver down, calmed him down enough for him to finally sleep.

He rolled over, scrubbing a hand down his face.

He had barely slept all week. But Oliver had smiled at him for the first time yesterday.

He turned to lay on his side, zeroing in on the envelope on his nightstand.

He sat up quickly.

Fuck. He needed to send that letter.

He didn’t bother thinking about it, just wrapped his sweater tighter around himself, and hurried to the mailbox. He put the little flag up, leaving the letter in the little inner clasp.

He looked back down at Oliver, running one finger over his fuzzy little head.

He didn’t hear from Billy for three weeks.

He knew the letter wouldn’t take more than a few days to get to him, and it would take just as long for Billy to get him back.

He had pushed Billy out of his mind, figured if he wanted to be part of Oliver’s life, he had given him enough of a chance to be.

He put on a thick sweatshirt, had taken to wearing baggy tops to hide his tits, too sore, too big to bind anymore. Oliver squealed at him when he leaned against the side of his crib, reaching out for him.

He strapped him into his stroller to take him on a walk, stopped dead in the doorway.

Billy fucking Hargrove was in the driveway, standing next to the Camaro like he had just gotten out of it.

His eyes were wide, trailing from Steve, to Oliver, and back again.

“Is that my kid?” Billy’s hair was shorter than when he had left.

“Oliver. His name is Oliver.” Billy stepped around the car.

“Can I, can I see him?” Steve brought the stroller down the driveway, taking Oliver out of the stroller.

Billy held him like he was made of gold.

“He’s beautiful.”

“I think he looks a lot like you.” Billy smiled at him.

“Thank you for telling me. I’m sorry I couldn’t get here, I was waiting for my semester to end.”

“It’s okay. I just, you know. Thought you deserved to know about him.” Billy stared at Oliver, his smile going soft as Oliver squealed, tugging on Billy’s hair.

“I want to be in his life. If that’s okay?”

“Of course it is. He’s your son too.” Billy brushed his thumb down Oliver’s nose.

“Thank you, Steve. And I’m, I’m sorry about how I left. I was going to-” he cut himself off, looking back at Oliver. “I was gonna ask you to come with me. Chickened out last minute.”

Steve’s heart was banging against his rips.

“I would’ve gone with you. Used to dream about running away with you.” Oliver started getting fussy, making disgruntled little huffs. Billy passed him back to Steve. “I was in love with you. You know that?”

“Yeah, I knew that. Was to chicken shit to do anything about it.” Billy was still looking at Oliver, the way he nestled into Steve’s neck. “He loves you a lot.”

“It’s been the two of us for awhile.”

“You’re a good dad. Always kinda figured you would be, though.” Billy took another breath. “You know, you could’ve told me sooner. I would’ve come back.”

“I don’t want you to, to change you life. Don’t quit school, or something.”

“Steve, I got a kid. I want to change my life for him. For, for you.”

“I can’t ask you to do that.”

“No never did. I’m choosing this. I’m choosing my family.” Steve hesitated.

“Would you like to come in? Have some breakfast? You could give Oliver his bottle, If you wanted.” Billy’s eyes lit up.

“I’d like that.”

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bloopington-indiana · 5 years

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BILLY MAUCH AS PENROD IN ‘PENROD AND SAM’ (1937)

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daliaokta · 2 years

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dweemeister · 6 years

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2017 Movie Odyssey Awards shortlist

I wanted to take this time to remind certain followers that your responses for the Best Original Song category preliminary are due on Saturday, December 9 at 11 PM Pacific (or Sunday, December 10 at 2 AM Eastern/7 AM GMT). Due to the lack of responses in one of the prelim groups right now, there is a good chance of a deadline extension, but I wouldn’t bet on it.

ANYWAYS, this is the entire ceremony’s shortlist as of this post’s publication - it is definitely subject to change, and some categories will be revealed later.

Best Pictures (I'm naming ten, I'm not distinguishing one above the other nine)

TBA

Best Comedy

Blackbeard’s Ghost (1968)

Destry Rides Again (1939)

Dr. Jack (1922)

The Great Muppet Caper (1981)

Kung Fu Hustle (2004, Hong Kong/China)

Mr. & Mrs. ’55 (1955, India)

Much Ado About Nothing (1993)

The Sandlot (1993)

Yoyo (1965, France)

Best Musical

Coco (2017)

Funny Face (1957)

The Great Muppet Caper

It’s Always Fair Weather (1955)

Kid Galahad (1962)

Mr. & Mrs. ‘55

Nashville (1975)

Pink Floyd – The Wall (1982)

Take Me Out to the Ball Game (1949)

You Were Never Lovelier (1942)

Best Animated Feature

The Breadwinner (2017)

Castle in the Sky (1986, Japan)

Fantastic Planet (1973, France/Czechoslovakia)

My Life as a Zucchini (2016, Switzerland)

My Neighbor Totoro (1988, Japan)

Ponyo (2008, Japan)

Porco Rosso (1992, Japan)

The Red Turtle (2016, France/Belgium/Japan)

Your Name (2016, Japan)

Best Documentary

Don’t Look Back (1967)

The Horse with the Flying Tale (1960)

Jungle Cat (1959)

Life, Animated (2016)

Monterey Pop (1968)

The Statue of Liberty (1985)

The Tattooed Police Horse (1964)

Tyrus (2015)

Best Non-English Language Film

Aguirre, the Wrath of God (1972), West Germany

A Brighter Summer Day (1991), Taiwan

Charulata (1964), India

In the Mood for Love (2000), Hong Kong

My Life as a Zucchini, Switzerland

My Neighbor Totoro, Japan

The Salesman (2016), Iran

Sound of the Mountain (1954), Japan

Tokyo Twilight (1957), Japan

A Touch of Zen (1971), Taiwan

Best Silent Film

Camille (1921)

Dr. Jack

Ducks and Drakes (1921)

The Last of the Mohicans (1920)

A Man There Was (1917, Sweden)

Now or Never (1921 short)

Sparrows (1926)

Strike (1925, Soviet Union)

Tokyo Chorus (1931, Japan)

West of Zanzibar (1928)

Personal Favorite Film

TBA

Best Director

Michael Curtiz, Captain Blood (1935)

Stanley Donen, Funny Face

Greta Gerwig, Lady Bird (2017)

Alfred Hitchcock, The Lady Vanishes (1938)

King Hu, A Touch of Zen

Alexander Mackendrick, Sweet Smell of Success (1957)

Jean Renoir, The Southerner (1945)

Victor Sjöström, A Man There Was

Wong Kar-wai, In the Mood for Love

Edward Yang, A Brighter Summer Day

Best Acting Ensemble

A Brighter Summer Day

Caged (1950)

Fences (2016)

Friendly Persuasion (1956)

Pollyanna (1960)

Road to Perdition (2002)

Sense and Sensibility (1995)

Sound of the Mountain

Sweet Smell of Success

Tokyo Twilight

Best Actor

Wallace Beery, The Big House (1930)

Gary Cooper, Friendly Persuasion

Tony Curtis, Sweet Smell of Success

Charles Laughton, Island of Lost Souls (1932)

Gregory Peck, Twelve O’Clock High (1949)

Edward G. Robinson, Scarlet Street (1945)

Andy Serkis, War for the Planet of the Apes (2017)

Victor Sjöström, A Man There Was

Denzel Washington, Fences

Robin Williams, What Dreams May Come (1998)

Best Actress

Ineko Arima, Tokyo Twilight

Leslie Caron, Lili (1953)

Maggie Cheung, In the Mood for Love

Viola Davis, Fences

Olivia de Havilland, Captain Blood

Chôko Iida, Record of a Tenement Gentleman (1947, Japan)

Dorothy McGuire, Friendly Persuasion

Madhabi Mukherjee, Charulata

Eleanor Parker, Caged

Mary Pickford, Sparrows

Best Supporting Actor

Dan Duryea, Scarlet Street

Henry Gibson, Nashville

Stephen Henderson, Fences

Burt Lancaster, Sweet Smell of Success

Paul Newman, Road to Perdition

Anthony Perkins, Friendly Persuasion

Alan Rickman, Sense and Sensibility

Patrick Stewart, Logan (2017)

Gustav von Seyffertitz, Sparrows

Mykelti Williamson, Fences

Best Supporting Actress

Ronee Blakley, Nashville

Hope Emerson, Caged

Elsa Lanchester, The Big Clock (1948)

Charlotte Mineau, Sparrows

Agnes Moorehead, Caged

Kay Thompson, Funny Face

Lily Tomlin, Nashville

Michelle Williams, Manchester by the Sea (2016)

May Whitty, The Lady Vanishes

Kate Winslet, Sense and Sensibility

Best Adapted Screenplay

James Bernard, Roy Boulting, Paul Dehn, and Frank Harvey, Seven Days to Noon (1950)

Kenneth Branagh, Much Ado About Nothing

Sidney Gilliat and Frank Launder, The Lady Vanishes

Yasunari Kawabata and Yôko Mizuki, Sound of the Mountain

Al Morgan and José Ferrer, The Great Man (1956)

Clifford Odets and Ernest Lehman, Sweet Smell of Success

Satyajit Ray, Charulata

Bernard C. Schoenfeld and Virginia Kellogg, Caged

Céline Sciamma, Claude Barras, Germano Zullo, and Morgan Navarro, My Life as a Zucchini

Michael Wilson, Friendly Persuasion

Best Original Screenplay

Frances Marion, Joe Farnham, and Martin Flavin, The Big House

Edward Yang, Hung Hung, Alex Yang, and Mingtang Lai, A Brighter Summer Day

Adrian Molina and Matthew Aldrich, Coco

Sean Baker and Chris Bergoch, The Florida Project (2017)

Wong Kar-wai, In the Mood for Love

Greta Gerwig, Lady Bird

Tadao Ikeda and Yasujirô Ozu, Record of a Tenement Gentleman

Asghar Farhadi, The Salesman

Yasujirô Ozu and Kôgo Noda, Tokyo Twilight

William A. Wellman, Robert Carson, Dorothy Parker, and Alan Campbell, A Star Is Born (1937)

Best Cinematography

Thomas Mauch, Aguirre, the Wrath of God

Hoyte van Hoytema, Dunkirk

William H. Daniels, The Far Country (1954)

Ray June, Funny Face

Christopher Doyle and Mark Lee Ping Bin, In the Mood for Love

Karl Struss, Island of Lost Souls

Julius Jaenzon, A Man There Was

Hua Hui-ying, A Touch of Zen

Conrad Hall, Road to Perdition

James Wong Howe, Sweet Smell of Success

Best Film Editing

Lee Smith, Dunkirk

Frank Bracht, Funny Face

Norman R. Palmer, The Incredible Journey (1963)

William Chang, In the Mood for Love

R.E. Dearing, The Lady Vanishes

Gene Havlick and Gene Milford, Lost Horizon (1937)

King Hu and Wing Chin-chen, A Touch of Zen

Takeshi Seyama, My Neighbor Totoro

Tom Held, San Francisco (1936)

Henri Lanoë, Yoyo

Best Adaptation or Musical Score

Richard Baskin, Nashville

Adolph Deutsch, Funny Face

Adolph Deutsch, Take Me Out to the Ball Game

Bob Dylan, Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid (1973)

Pink Floyd, Bob Ezrin, and Michael Kamen, Pink Floyd – The Wall

Leigh Harline, You Were Never Lovelier

O.P. Nayyar, Mr. & Mrs. ‘55

André Previn, It’s Always Fair Weather

Joe Raposo, The Great Muppet Caper

Richard M. Sherman, Robert B. Sherman, and Buddy Baker, Summer Magic (1963)

Best Original Score

David Arnold, Independence Day (1996)

Elmer Bernstein, Sweet Smell of Success

Alexandre Desplat, Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets (2017)

Patrick Doyle, Sense and Sensibility

Jerry Goldsmith, MacArthur (1977)

Joe Hisaishi, Castle in the Sky

Michael Kamen, What Dreams May Come

Erich Wolfgang Korngold, Captain Blood

Thomas Newman, Road to Perdition

Dimitri Tiomkin, Friendly Persuasion

Best Original Song

TBA

Best Costume Design

Captain Blood

Funny Face

My Cousin Rachel (1952)

Pollyanna

San Francisco

Sense and Sensibility

Sissi (1955, Austria)

Sissi: The Young Empress (1956, Austria)

A Touch of Zen

Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets

Best Makeup and Hairstyling

Brides of Dracula (1960)

Friday the 13th (1980)

Island of Lost Souls

It (2017)

Jigoku (1960, Japan)

Lost Horizon

Sissi

The Southerner

Sparrows

Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets

Best Production Design

Captain Blood

The Goonies

Lost Horizon

Pollyanna

Road to Perdition

San Francisco

Sissi: Fateful Years of an Empress (1957, Austria)

Sissi: The Young Empress

A Touch of Zen

What Dreams May Come

Achievement in Visual Effects (all films nominated here are winners because it’s unfair to have a 1920s film with groundbreaking visual effects compete with a 2010s film)

TBA

Worst Picture

TBA

HONORARY AWARDS

TBA

FILMS WITH MULTIPLE NOMINATIONS (this excludes TBA categories) Seven: Funny Face; Sweet Smell of Success

Six: Captain Blood; Friendly Persuasion; In the Mood for Love

Five: Caged; Fences; The Lady Vanishes; Nashville; Road to Perdition; Sense and Sensibility; Sparrows; Tokyo Twilight; A Touch of Zen

Four: A Brighter Summer Day; A Man There Was

Three: Charulata; The Great Muppet Caper; Island of Lost Souls; Lost Horizon; Mr. & Mrs. ‘55; My Life as a Zucchini; My Neighbor Totoro; Pollyanna; San Francisco; Sound of the Mountain; Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets; What Dreams May Come

Two: Aguirre, the Wrath of God; The Big House; Castle in the Sky; Coco; Dr. Jack; It’s Always Fair Weather; Lady Bird; Much Ado About Nothing; Pink Floyd – The Wall; Record of a Tenement Gentleman; The Salesman; Scarlet Street; Sissi; Sissi: Fateful Years of an Empress; Sissi: The Young Empress; The Southerner; Take Me Out to the Ball Game; You Were Never Lovelier; Yoyo

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junker-town · 4 years

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A.J. Hinch is the latest pennant winner who won’t manage the MLB All-Star Game

A history of All-Star Game managerial upheaval.

The 2020 MLB All-Star Game will be played at Dodger Stadium on July 14. Dave Martinez of the champion Nationals will manage the National League All-Stars. What we don’t know yet is who will manage the American League.

The midsummer classic traditionally puts the prior season’s pennant-winning managers in charge, but the defending AL champion Astros are without a manager at the moment after A.J. Hinch was suspended by Major League Baseball for the season, then fired for allowing a widespread electronic sign-stealing scheme to take place under his watch.

While it may seem logical that the Astros’ next managerial hire will step in for Hinch, replacing an All-Star Game manager is not that simple. To understand what goes into the decision, we must delve into the game’s history.

The first All-Star Game

We were still 64 years away from interleague play in 1933, when the American League and National League would only square off once a year, in the World Series. But that was between just two teams. The thought of corralling the best (white) players in baseball for one game was an intoxicating idea at the time, so much so that this was the headline in The Sporting News in advance of the game:

Headline regarding the first MLB All-Star Game from The Sporting News on July 6, 1933.

But instead of tabbing the managers of the previous World Series between the Yankees and Cubs, the All-Star Game pit the Giants’ John McGraw for the National League against the A’s Connie Mack for the American League. Heading into 1933, they were the two winningest managers in baseball history, each with 1,000 more victories than any other manager at the time, and they are still the top two in managerial wins to this day. McGraw and Mack would be facing off for the fourth time, having met in three World Series more than two decades prior.

McGraw actually retired midway through the 1932 season, but was brought back for the exhibition. Mack, who also owned the A’s, would manage for 17 more seasons to finish with an unfathomable 53 years working as a manager.

After that first All-Star game, however, the tradition of selecting the managers of the previous year’s World Series began. In 1934, Joe Cronin of the Senators faced off against Bill Terry of the Giants, a managerial rematch of the 1933 World Series.

Since then, there have been just 11 instances in which a pennant winner from the previous year didn’t manage the next All-Star team.

(There are three instances of a pennant-winning manager who was no longer with that team getting to manage the All-Stars anyway. Dick Williams won the World Series with the A’s in 1973 but was fired. He managed the 1974 All-Star Game while representing the Angels. In 2003, Dusty Baker wore a Cubs uniform while managing the NL All-Stars after winning a pennant with the Giants. Tony LaRussa retired after winning the 2011 World Series with the Cardinals, but returned to the dugout for the All-Star Game in Kansas City.)

For the most part, these All-Star managerial oddities fall into two camps — the same team sending a different manager than the previous year’s pennant winner, or a manager from a different team altogether.

Brooklyn Dodgers manager Leo Durocher was suspended for the 1947 season for “association with known gamblers,” and Burt Shotton guided Brooklyn to the NL pennant. But with Durocher back in the manager seat in 1948, he managed the National League All-Stars in St. Louis.

Another Dodgers managerial switch happened after the 1953 season, when reigning pennant winner Chuck Dressen left Brooklyn after a contract dispute. Walt Alston took the reins in 1954, and managed the NL All-Star team.

Casey Stengel was fired by the Yankees after having the audacity to lose the 1960 World Series, so his replacement Ralph Houk managed the AL All-Stars as well. Stengel won 10 pennants and seven championships in his 12 seasons in The Bronx, and his nine All-Star Games managed is a record.

Indians manager Terry Francona was recovering from heart surgery in 2017, so his bench coach Brad Mills piloted the American League All-Stars in Miami.

All of these instances involve the previous season’s pennant runner-up filling in as manager for the reigning winner.

Mickey Cochrane won the World Series in 1935 as player-manager of the Tigers, but missed six weeks in the middle of the 1936 season after a nervous breakdown. Taking his place was Joe McCarthy of the Yankees. McCarthy won four straight World Series with the Yankees from 1936-39 and managed four straight midsummer classics, but he took the All-Star break off in 1940, leaving duties to Joe Cronin of the Red Sox.

Al Lopez of the White Sox got to manage the AL All-Stars in both 1964 and 1965, despite not winning pennants in either of the two preceding seasons. Houk had to step aside from All-Star duties after being promoted to general manager by the Yankees after the 1963 season. And after 1964, Yogi Berra was fired by New York after losing the World Series.

“I would be proud and pleased to have any of our present 10 managers fill in for Houk, but I feel that Lopez earned the honor through his fine job last season,” AL president Joe Cronin said in 1964. (1)

All-Star Game decisions were the purview of league presidents back then, but come from the commissioner’s office now.

The 1965 All-Star Game is especially notable because both managers from the 1964 World Series were canned. Johnny Keane was let go by the Cardinals, so Gene Mauch of the Phillies stepped in to manage the NL All-Stars.

A merry-go-round in New York

You might have noticed a couple names appearing in both lists of All-Star managerial maneuvering. Billy Martin and Bob Lemon took turns for a few years managing the Yankees, each taking over for the other at some point. In the process, each replaced the other in an All-Star Game.

The tumult began on Sunday, July 23, 1978, when Martin was managing the Yankees after a championship and two pennants in the two years prior. At the time, he was once again feuding with outfielder Reggie Jackson. As the Yankees were waiting to board a plane to Kansas City from O’Hare Airport after a series again the White Sox, the cantankerous Martin groused to reporters about his star player and his bombastic owner, George Steinbrenner.

“The two men deserve each other,” Martin said. “One’s a born liar, the other’s convicted.”

As it turned out, referencing his boss’s 1974 conviction for illegal campaign contributions was not the best job-keeping technique, and on Monday, Martin resigned.

Amazingly, a mere five days after his resignation, Martin was introduced at the Yankees’ Old-Timers’ Day. And during the introduction, legendary Yankee Stadium announcer Bob Sheppard revealed that Martin would be back to manage the team in 1980. Martin’s Yankees tenure was as glorious as it was intermittent. He won more than 59 percent of his games in New York, including a championship among two World Series berths. But the eight seasons he managed the Yankees were spread across 14 years, and he resigned or was fired five different times, including once for fighting with a marshmallow salesman.

All Lemon did in 1978 was lead the Yankees to a historic divisional comeback to catch Boston, followed by a second straight World Series for New York. But a slow start in 1979 led to Lemon’s dismissal on June 17.

His replacement was Martin, his promised 1980 return hastened under the circumstances.

Lemon by this point had a stellar baseball resumé. He pitched in two World Series with the Indians, winning one, and was named an All-Star seven times before being inducted into the Hall of Fame as a player in 1976. As a manager, he won 85 games in the Royals’ third season, making them the fastest expansion team to post a winning record. Lemon also won 90 games with the White Sox in 1977 before winning a World Series in New York one year later.

Even though the 1979 All-Star Game took place a month after he was fired, Lemon got to manage the American League as the reigning pennant winner.

“I’ve done everything else,” Lemon said in 1979. “That’s the one thing left to cap off my career.” (2)

Lemon got a second tenure with the Yankees, managing the final 25 games of a strike-shortened 1981 season, then led New York to its fourth pennant in a six-year stretch. This tenure was short lived, however, as Steinbrenner canned Lemon just 14 games into the 1982 season.

This time, it wasn’t the reigning pennant winner Lemon who got to manage the AL All-Stars, but Martin, whose A’s lost to the Yankees in the previous season’s ALCS.

In that four-year span, Martin and Lemon combined for four different managing stints with the Yankees, and they each managed one All-Star Game.

What now?

With Hinch fired in Houston and suspended for the season, he won’t manage the American League All-Stars this July in Los Angeles. No matter whether his replacement is the yet-to-be-named manager of the Astros, or Aaron Boone of the 2019 ALCS runner-up Yankees, there’s a precedent.

The Sporting News, June 20, 1964

Phil Pepe, Lemon Steps Down With Dignity, Class, The Sporting News, July 7, 1979

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Modern major league manager salesman as much as strategist

TAMPA, Fla. /March 21, 2018 (AP)(STL.News) — Running a major league team for the first time in four seasons, 60-year-old Ron Gardenhire thought about all the data and video rammed into the microchip of his iPad, a slew of statistics his bosses hope transform defeats into triumphs.

Baseball wasn’t like this four decades ago, when Gardy left college to begin his career as an infield prospect in the low Carolina League, down in Lynchburg, Virginia.

“If you’re not changing, you’re probably not going to last,” the new Detroit Tigers manager said. “There’s so much information out there. You have to use it.”

“I’m always going to be an old-school guy. I believe in prep and workouts and all that stuff and taking groundballs,” he added. “But the game has changed, and we’ve got a lot of information that’s going to help us.”

Gone are the days of John McGraw, Leo Durocher, Gene Mauch and Billy Martin, martinets who ran their fiefdoms largely by guts.

“Many of the managers were probably like the general type of personality,” Boston Red Sox president of baseball operations Dave Dombrowski said. “They were just very strict: It’s my way. This is the way it is. Not all, but a lot of them. I don’t think that this goes over with this generation the same way. Not only in baseball, but just with the overall population.”

Today’s manager is salesman as much as strategist, digesting behind-the-scenes dissections of dozens and persuading players to accept facts over faith. He must have a sweet smile as the franchise’s face, sitting in front of a backdrop with sponsor logos before and after 162 games a year — and hopefully more.

“The manager in today’s world is an extension of the front office’s philosophies and the front office’s efforts and someone that you can collaborate and work with,” Yankees general manager Brian Cashman said.

Gardenhire led Minnesota to six division titles from 2002-14 and was the lone veteran big league manager hired during the offseason.

Boston’s Alex Cora, the New York Mets’ Mickey Callaway, the New York Yankees’ Aaron Boone, Philadelphia’s Gabe Kapler and Washington’s Dave Martinez are all rookie skippers. Boone never held an on-field job since retiring as a player.

Fresh and friendly are in.

“The decisions still need to be made — when are you going to hit/run, when are you going to take out the pitcher, when are you going to bunt,” Houston GM Jeff Luhnow said.

“The amount of information available to managers is a multiple larger than it was five years ago, but it doesn’t mean that managers necessarily do anything differently. They still have to look at what’s going on on the field, assess it, use their best judgment and make decisions,” he said.

Managers are certainly free to choose their moves. But if they don’t work out — or maybe even if they do — they’re definitely going to hear about it from fans and the media.

GMs, too, usually debrief managers to learn reasoning.

“If you talk to Tony La Russa after a game, he’ll tell you, ‘Well I considered these four alternatives and I thought option B was the best option,'” Dombrowski said.

A decade or two ago, a manager would hear advice from coaches, a GM, an assistant GM and maybe a farm director. These days, the array of front-office titles is expanding like the universe.

The World Series champion Astros have a special assistant to the GM for process improvement who was once a NASA biomathematician, and a senior director in baseball operations for research and innovation.

Boston’s staff includes a vice president of baseball research and development who oversees a director of baseball systems, a senior analyst of baseball R&D, three baseball R&D analysts, two senior developers, an assistant director and a data architect. The NL champion Los Angeles Dodgers have five senior analysts and four analysts, plus engineers and technicians.

The Mets receive data from about five different firms.

Sure different from the days when Buck Showalter was a minor league manager in the 1980s and had his wife, Angela, keep color-coded spray charts on hitters.

Much of today’s info is helpful. But managers must defend against digital overload cluttering craniums trying to catch up with 100 mph fastballs or trying to power them past batters.

“A lot of the data is not really going to be functional to a player — wins above replacement, all the things that we’re talking about that are kind of in the macro,” said Mike Scioscia, the senior big league skipper as he starts his 19th season with the Los Angeles Angels.

Scioscia prefers players be given more tangible info: “Where do I hit the ball the hardest? What pitch should I look for?”

Longtime manager Jim Leyland said today’s managers still use their instincts. Numbers don’t quantify people.

“There is more information now. Some of it’s pretty valuable, some of it’s irrelevant,” he said. “When you’re living with that player day in and day out, you know who can handle being up there.”

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By Associated Press – published on STL.News by St. Louis Media, LLC (Z.S)

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