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I saw this tweet earlier today saying Karlie is now being shown under the cast of Miss Americana with (voice) beside her name. Note: shes the only one that says (voice). And considering that Karlie’s voice in CIWYW is THE Kaylor lore for the documentary… 👀

So, I checked myself and sure enough, she is!

I also checked the FAQ’s to see if just anyone (aka fans) can change or add someone and that doesn’t seem to be the case, especially with how widely used IMDb is in the industry.

(For some personal context, I’m a massive Kate McKinnon fan, so I saw the Ghostbusters 2016 release and the reactions from the dude bros in real time. Not one person changed anything there. But they did brigade the scoring with 1 star reviews before the movie even came out.)

Now, here’s something even more interesting. I copied the full cast IMDb link into the Wayback Machine website and the last capture was June 16th of this year. Karlie is not listed there.

Which means this was added some time between then and now… and guess what happened in the middle of that? Oh, yeah. Karlie showing up to the eras tour. 🤭

Here’s some videos that show why we 100% believe it’s Karlie’s voice:

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NINE WING ONE FOR TAYLOR 📯

i mean the song is literally blending “call it” with “karlie” throughout the performance, so many people see the shadow of someone tying th

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Our old spot in the tree line by the gold clock

yup. you don’t have to know the second one is kk but i expect you to know that it’s not taylor’s voice.

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Chose The Rose

Just to reiterate the importance of this.. Taylor gave us new audio with Karlie’s voice behind the camera and new video of herself mouthing

🎃 I cannot share my role in this chess game, but friends have friends of friends. I, for one, love my friends and their friends. I wonder if you know any of them? In magic, there is sleight of hand. Redirection of the eye. None of my messages have been about a rumored new boy toy. He is not the pivot. He is not the brake. He is not the parachute. Behind every public figure, every business transaction that makes up its image, there is a human heart that beats red and hot and furious. Sometimes those emotions don’t line up with what is so easily seen. It takes a lifetime to master the art of biting your tongue until it bleeds, all while feeding the world a blinding smile. That is the story these messages portray. The messy story. The metaphorical story. The true, but oh-so shrouded story. The story of the person behind the curtain. And the person that person loves fiercely. Think of these messages as smoke signals. I may not be around this blog for long, but I have my reasons for painting the pictures I do while I am here. In time, all the pieces fall right into place. A Jack-O-Lantern by any other name is still a Jack-O-Lantern. Speaking of, I love Halloween, don’t you? I’m already counting the days until October. 🎃

Damn, the Swifties are really hating him, huh? The way she's gonna push him so hard in the public. I can't wait until he goes back on tour cause Matty just ain't it. Sorry...

Taylor girl. What is going on...

maybe she wants them to hate someone she’s attached to more than they hate on karlie. that’s what it’s giving.

🎃 Imagine this. You wander through the woods. Deep in this Enchanted Forest, your delicate fairy wings are crippled and weak. You haven’t come this way in a long time. You’re not sure you’ll be able to find it. You trip over overgrown roots and foliage that looks suspiciously like clawing hands in the dying light. A howl sounds in the distance, pushing you closer to your destination. Watchful eyes in the birch bark feel more leering than protective. Your ripped and muddied gown is caked in dandelion fuzz. You limp over uneven ground, smiling at the pain of the shark bite with each excruciating step - replaying the satisfying splash as you finally chose her over the world. As you grabbed the enemy and dove into the infested waters. You squint to make sense of your surroundings through the fog, cherry red eyes glowing in the bushes. Just before you nearly give up, you see it ahead. The wooden door standing sovereign in the middle of the forest. Deeply cut claw marks mar its surface. Glittering flecks of what could be light filter through the crack beneath it. The best and worst part of it all - the lock lies broken, scorched, down on the ground. To put it plainly, your limits are now your own courage. Nothing more, and nothing less. All your life you have been afraid. Afraid of ghosts, shadows and raindrops on tin roofs. It is a fear that has paralyzed you. And yet, now, in the face of something actually worthy of your fear, you find peace and courage. You step forward. You place your hand on the doorknob, the metal cold against your fiery skin. Insecurity and hope pound in your ears in tune with your heart beat. Never in your wildest dreams did you actually believe you would arrive here. “Human, human, human.” The darkest parts of your mind chant. It burns like hot coals. But the longer you stand there, hand on the doorknob, the softer the voice becomes. Not softer in volume - if anything, the voice is louder now - but softer in tone. Who doesn’t love a good key change?  “Human, human, human.” It no longer sounds like the weakness it used to. It no longer sounds like a flaw. Your heart beats red and hot and furious in your chest. Isn’t that a magnificent thing! A knock sounds on the door from the other side. You smile at the signal as your feet squash the forest carpet of clovers and daisies. With the deepest exhale of your life so far, you slowly twist the handle. 🎃

🎃 Imagine this. You are in a kitchen. Not your kitchen, of course. Your kitchen is soft and cozy and sacred. THIS kitchen is hard and cold and purely functional. You work tirelessly, sweat pooling on your brow, to make this meal, assisted by a team of chefs. It’s an ambitious feast in the making, and everyone must play their role, without flaw or hesitation. You are set to debut an exclusive menu, never before seen. Its value is in the secrecy as much as it is in the flavors themselves. An oven timer goes off. And another. You turn, drawn by the smell of smoke and a spike of worry. Someone is leaving early, abandoning their station. They stuff a recipe card in their pocket as they go. “Hey!” You shout, but their mind won’t be changed. They are bowing out, leaving you with double the workload, now half burnt and smoking. Their duties weren’t finished, and yet there is nothing you can do to make them stay. Shaken by this loss, chaos descends upon the team. Most roll up their sleeves to work harder. You will love these people eternally, unspeakably grateful for their loyalty. Some strip from their aprons and follow the first traitor out the golden door. But you have never been one to lay your armor down. When you fail, you fail gloriously. When you go, you go kicking and screaming. The cherry red telephone on the wall rings, and it is with intuitive dread that you answer the call. You recognize the voice. Of course you do. “If you still somehow manage to serve that secret menu, it won’t be before the entire world already knows every dish. Every ingredient.” You want to call their bluff. This threat has been made a thousand times, by a thousand others, and yet people line up around the block for your restaurant, never swayed. But this time is different. Because you know this person actually has the means to share the secret menu, and that they have enough proof to make the awaiting guests believe them. Of course they do. You saw them take the recipe card with your own eyes. Another oven timer goes off. 🎃

I mean.. we could think of someone 🤔🤭

Is HEEL maybe in there to refer to Matty?

Here are several messages in my inbox with different 🎃 theories. Some were sent after only a message or two. We are up to 8 messages now:

Taylor singing Dress to Karlie 

Do you guys really think it's Joe? Really?