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astral-glass · 8 hours ago
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And they were horses ( oh my god they were horses )
Streamed some engiespy mlp with @/gearbroth ! who absolutely out did me in the hottest way aha hey
Watch as a plump, hard-workin farm boy earth pony starts falling for the pompous stuck-up devious unicorn who totally isn’t a changeling for hire that accidentally genuinely falls in love and has to resist the urge to consume the feelings directed at him uh oh 
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grugq · 9 hours ago
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https://thehill.com/opinion/national-security/552307-will-deterrence-work-when-our-foes-wage-war-disguised-as-peace
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cruzrogue · a day ago
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May 10, 2021 by Diane Greig
Emily Bett Rickards is the voice of Celine, in the newest episode of Invisible Women, Diane Greig’s podcast about 8 women who worked in espionage during World War 2.
Embodiment
In this episode you’ll hear Celine’s story. She was a young French woman who first joined the Women’s Auxiliary Air Force in the UK, and then later became a British Special Operations Executive (SOE) agent. She parachuted into France to courier, sabotage and coordinate among Maquis groups.
You’ll hear how she challenged biased cultural beliefs about women and her references that underscore the personality of many of the women I interviewed ~ independent, strategic, compassionate, courageous and instinctual.
Celine made crucial contributions in one of the most turbulent times of WW 2; during the D-Day invasion and the weeks that followed.
Post war, the British government honoured some SOE agents with medals ~ the men received far more than the women. And for those women like Celine who did survive and receive commendation, their medals were civilian, rather than military.
Credits Host and Writer: Diane Greig Celine: Emily Bett Rickards Casting Director: Eileen Barrett Producer: Robert Ouimet Sound engineer: Scott Whittaker
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omardawood · a day ago
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أعظم من الموناليزا أجمل من دافنشي احلى من بيكاسو أجمل من كأس العالم ٢٠٠٢ جمال ودلال ❤️❤️
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unboundboxes · a day ago
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Unbound Boxes Limping Gods: Disconnected Stories: Issue # 504: The Knights of Amanojuko Part 5
Unbound Boxes Limping Gods: Disconnected Stories: Issue # 504: The Knights of Amanojuko Part 5
Inajda has orders to investigate the Mongolian Vice President but plans to take Alexand with her on her mission. Inajda’s back story, set in Russia (3992)
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crewman-penelope · a day ago
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Old Debts
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Fandom: James Bond / Rami Malek
Chapters : 9 of 21
Characters : Lyutsifer Safin, Tatjana Safin ofc, Luc Dupont omc, Marie Dupont ofc, James Bond, Moneypenny, Q, M, Felix Leiter, William Tanner, Blackmarket tycoon Yuri omc, Secretary of state for defence Ben Wallance
Relationship : Lyutsifer Safin / OFC Character, James Bond / Eve Moneypenny
Warning : Lemon🍋, crime, terrorism, espionage, double cross, dub-con, death scenario💀, racism, politic drama, apartheid subject, torture 🔪
Rating : MA
Gene: Crime / Drama / Terrorism
Summary : New terror cells got their hands on Safin's weapon via the russian blackmarket, and neither Safin nor Bond are pleased. Not to speak of the FBI, the CIA and the MI6.
Note : non of the characters belong to me, nor did I get any money from it. This fanfiction is written for entertaining purpose only.
9. .. but the bureau don't fall in love with you
Bond entered the MI6 building with the feeling this was a terrible idea. Looking around he saw the old furniture but young and fresh faces. Beside one.
William Tanner, chef of staff, stood at the visitor desk, as always a file under his arm, and grinned wider than he should.
Bond strolled casually over to Tanner and offer a hand. "Don't hug me.", he muttered, embarrassed by Tanner's glee expression.
"I hold myself barely together.", Tanner smiled. "Can't say that for the others. Eve for example."
Bond smirked. Tanner's positivity was infecting. He was suddenly eager to proceed.
"Well, we shouldn't let M waiting. Shall we?"
Eve greeted him coldly and professional but could not hide the warmth in her eyes. Bond hadn't thought different. "Moneypenny. A sight for sore eyes as always.", he greeted her back and fished for her hand. She allowed him to kiss her knuckles, her facial expression fitting to his theatrical gesture, while calling him in with a pencil. "Mr. Bond is here, Sir." - Outch!, Bond thought - while Tanner opened the leather covered door already.
The scent of leather, cologne and paper, the scent of work, hit Bond as he entered M's office. A familiar and surprising soothing smell.
Bond smiled cockily at M before nodding to Ben Wallace, the Secretary of State for defence. "Sir."
Wallace nodded back with a serious impression and sat down. Bond eyed M and waited until he sat down before doing the same.
A moment of hesitation accord as M poured out Brandy for the three men, what Bond despised and Wallace ignored.
"Well, Sir?" Bond pushed M.
"Perhaps you start, Bond."
Bond. Again. Not doubleO, not 007, just Bond. A relict, too old to play, but still alive..
Bond reflected shortly what he could say, irritated that he felt on the wrong side. This wasn't his fight. Only the circumstance that R was involved, Tatjana, and the kids, and Safin..
He shook his head and started: "I saw the incidence after Eve called me -"
“Eve?", Wallace interrupted him.
Bond changed a look with M.
"Please use the proper code names and talk as short as possible.", M spoke firm.
Bond nodded agreeing. "I got a call from Moneypenny. My last job as a double0 before my retirement concerned 'the breath of chaos', the nerve gas attacks-"
The Secretary of State for defence waved inpatient.
Bond cleared his throat and paused a moment, just enough to make clear that he was here by free will and emotion of duty, not as an animal of the SsD.
"Six years ago this new gas was sold to special anarchy and terrorist cells in the US as also the Red Land. The income of the following attacks is still to see in the world market. After that the Manufacturer retired"
"Why?", the SsD interrupted again.
Bond bit his inner cheeks. "He got a life. A wife. Kids. The usual."
The moment his words left his tongue he knew the next question.
"You seemed awfully informed about this…" Wallace looked at a clipboard resting on his knees. "Luficer Safin? Quite a big name, wouldn’t you say so?"
Bond suddenly wished to smoke. Only good up growing and manners held him back to ask for allowance, knowing it would M stress out to deny Bond's request.
"The word we should focus on is frenemy.", Bond joked lamely.
M gave him a stern look.
"Is that so? Explain yourself.", the SsD ordered.
"Lyutsifer Safin is a former spectre member and assassin, whose plan was to kill half of the earth population. Thankfully one of our employees, R, was able to… shove him in a different, more peaceful direction. He helped us at the end to rip the roots of spectre out and stopped selling as using his special gas."
While explaining Bond realized he talked himself in deep trouble.
The Secretary of State for defence watched Bond for a long moment, before eventually took the glass of brandy, nipping at it, and setting it back.
"You don't think this Safin is now responsible for the attacks in South Africa? He was the one who sold this shit."
Bond nodded, a bitter taste on his tongue. Bile or blood, he could say yet. "Yes. He believes he got betrayed by a middle sale clerk on the Russian black weapon market. And.. He wishes to clear this source out to prevent another of this - - accidents."
"Accidents.", Wallace repeated lowly.
The room laid in silence for a while. Bond shuffled on his seat, his eyes wandering from M's face to the SsD's face. M held an empty face, while Wallace watched Bond.
Eventually the SsD broke the silence.
"You are the middle man for us. To Safin. Perhaps to this R? Not, that Iike it." He sighed and looked at M, gave Bond's boss an agreeing nod.
He rose and both MI6 members answered with the courtesy to rise with him from their chairs. Bond closed automatically his jacket.
"I will be with the PM. Wish me luck."
As he rushed out of the door, Tanner entered eagerly. He didn't ask, only looked questioning from his boss to Bond.
M didn't speak as he opened a drawer to get a big, old-fashioned crystal ashtray out. He pushed it on his desk and looked at Tanner. But it was Bond, who got a silver cigarette Étui out.
"Don't scowl me. That's Eve's job."
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Episode 7: Embodiment
In this episode you’ll hear Celine’s story. She was a young French woman who first joined the Women's Auxiliary Air Force in the UK, and then later became a British Special Operations Executive (SOE) agent. She parachuted into France to courier, sabotage and coordinate among underground groups. Award-winning Vancouver actor and writer Emily Bett Rickards is the voice of Celine.
LISTEN TO EPISODE 7 OF INVISIBLE WOMEN
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spymovienavigator · a day ago
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Cliff Walkers - A Quick-Fire Look - No Spoilers!
Join us as we take a no-spoiler, quick-fire look into the latest spy movie, CLIFF WALKERS.
Set in the 1930's, CLIFF WALKERS is an espionage movie about four Chinese agents trying to extract a prisoner from Japanese occupied Manchukuo. There are numerous plot twists and double-crosses which should intrigue any spy movie fan.
You can send us your comments at info@spymovienavigator.com.
Check out this episode as we are Cracking the Code of Spy Movies!
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crewman-penelope · 2 days ago
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Old Debts
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Fandom: James Bond / Rami Malek
Chapters : 8 of 21
Characters : Lyutsifer Safin, Tatjana Safin ofc, Luc Dupont omc, Marie Dupont ofc, James Bond, Moneypenny, Q, M, Felix Leiter, William Tanner, Blackmarket tycoon Yuri omc, Secretary of state for defence Ben Wallance
Relationship : Lyutsifer Safin / OFC Character, James Bond / Eve Moneypenny
Warning : Lemon 🍋, crime, terrorism, espionage, double cross, dub-con, death scenario 💀, racism, politic drama, apartheid subject, torture 🔪
Rating : MA
Gene: Crime / Drama / Terrorism
Summary : New terror cells got their hands on Safin's weapon via the russian blackmarket, and neither Safin nor Bond are pleased. Not to speak of the FBI, the CIA and the MI6.
Note : non of the characters belong to me, nor did I get any money from it. This fanfiction is written for entertaining purpose only.
8. The devil lies in the detail 🔪
Safin was satisfied. Bond was on his way to London and soon to Russia, while he knew better. 
The HAYTNMYC II was on its way to the Seychelles. Safin as Luc were keen to meet with their business partner. Curious about his new acquaintance and business - beside the candy and renting business.
Yuri felt safe on the little island, his villa only lightly guarded. That was a luck for Safin and his men. Five persons on the walls, two at the front door and four at the backside. It was nearly too easy. 
"I can't understand why you insist on tranquilizer.", Luc muttered offended. "They will come after us when we're finished." 
"I don't think so. I believe they will tell the tale what we did to their boss, though." 
They strolled into the villa, getting the last guards down. Thankfully Yuri doesn't like bodyguards in the house or too close around. Especially not when he was in female company. 
Today was such a lucky night - for Safin. 
Safin and Luc changed a look of amusement with the two soldiers of Luc's before busting through the bedroom door. 
The young girl - sitting on Yuri - with yellow-blond hair, wore too much cheap make up, her mascara already spoiling her face. She screamed as Yuri pushed her aside. Yuri stood up from the bed, pale like his white satin sheets. 
"Loocifur!", he beamed up, faking glee. 
"Stop it", Safin threw in with bored tone. He looked at the girl with a stony expression and ignored the horror in her eyes while looking at him. He searched around to see a pile of clothes and threw it at her. Then he turned to one of the soldiers and ordered: “Bring her to the next part of the main land. Safe!"
Luc was already at work. With a firm grip at Yuri's neck he leaded the frightend man to his office room. 
Safin and the other soldier followed even so eager. Safin caught himself humming, a lullaby he learned for the twins. A soothing tone. He smiled ugly, thinking about the reason he was here. 
As he entered Yuri's office he found his naked banker already tapped in his desk chair with silver-coloured parcel band. His head fixed at the head rest, the arms stuck to the arm rest of the chair, and the legs crossed bounded to the end all he could move was his mouth. 
That will do, Safin thought to himself. 
"My dear Yuri.", he hummed and wiped with his arm the plate of the desk free to sit down on the desk, looking intensely at his banker and former black market icon. "I apologize sincerely for the intrusion. As you know me, there is of course a reason for that." 
He beckoned the soldier to him, while sharing another glance with Luc who stood behind the chair, his arms clashed behind his back, smiling. Like in the good old times. Why did we stop that?
The soldier handed Safin a small, black fabric roll, looking like a wrapped hand towel. Safin unrolled it and different, shimmering small items showed up. Small tongs, tiny scissors, tweezers and pliers in stainless steel, laying on black velvet. 
Safin looked from the items to Yuri. Then he smiled his ugly smile. "There are some questions I need answers to."
"Loocifur, I swear -" 
"You SWEAR!?", Safin boomed out. "Are you? By your mother's grave perhaps?" He looked in disgust down at the man, whose body decided just now to empty his bladder. At least he was frightened. That could make it easier. 
"You know how the gas got to the South African cell. You will tell us. The contact, the middle man, the delivery boy.. How much you got for this deal. Understood?" 
"Loocifur..", Yuri whispered. "Please, you have to believe me, I have no idea. But, but I can find out for you. Anything for you, yes?!" 
"I appreciate your offering, my friend.", Safin hummed and looked over the items, until he chose a fine scissor. He looked at it and muttered: "I wonder how quick you can get your information when I push a scissors under your finger nail?" 
"Please… Loocifur… they'll kill me.." 
Safin looked to him in fake surprised. "Oh, and I will have just a nice chat and leave you then in peace? Yuri, my old friend. You're not paying attention." 
Safin slapped Yuri hard, pleased with the sound. Without any remorse he pushed the tip of the scissors under the nail of his digger finger and listens patiently to Yuri's wailing. 
Safin looked at the time and checked how long Yuri was screaming. As Yuri's cry became a whimper, Safin pushed the scissors deeper into the sensitive flesh. Again the room was filled with Yuri's screams. Safin waited again, until it became calmer, and asked then: "The name of the contact?" 
Yuri shook his head and looked with wide eyes to Safin. 
"Loocifur… You know… I need… I need to check.." 
Safin sighed theatralic and let the scissors stuck, while choosing another item. The pliers. 
"It's  been a while since I have visited you. I promise you, I have brought with me enough time and men to relish this visit to the last minute." 
While speaking, he used the small pliers to catch the nail of the middle finger, pushed properly while ignoring Yuri's begging and tugged the nail out in one swift move. 
Yuri screamed. 
Safin smiled." Yes. I thought you would appreciate that. "
Taglist: @dorminchu @poptod @thefluffiestseahorse @rathernotmyname @edteche2
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piknik-sepeti · 2 days ago
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Allah'ım sen beklentileri boşa çıkarma.Feraset ve cesaret ver . Haksızlığa sessiz kalan dilsiz şeytan olmaktan sana sığınırız. .
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crewman-penelope · 3 days ago
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Old Debts
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Fandom: James Bond / Rami Malek
Chapters : 7 of 21
Characters : Lyutsifer Safin, Tatjana Safin ofc, Luc Dupont omc, Marie Dupont ofc, James Bond, Moneypenny, Q, M, Felix Leiter, William Tanner, Blackmarket tycoon Yuri omc, Secretary of state for defence Ben Wallance
Relationship : Lyutsifer Safin / OFC Character, James Bond / Eve Moneypenny 
Warning : Lemon, crime, terrorism, espionage, double cross, dub-con, death scenario, racism, politic drama, apartheid subject 
Rating : MA
Gene: Crime / Drama / Terrorism 
Summary : New terror cells got their hands on Safin's weapon via the russian blackmarket, and neither Safin nor Bond are pleased. Not to speak of the FBI, the CIA and the MI6. 
Note : non of the characters belong to me, nor did I get any money from it. This fanfiction is written for entertaining purpose only.
7. We are fools to make war
After a surprisingly peaceful dinner Bond said goodbye to Safin and his family.
"You could let stay Tatjana and the boys here", he offered as the men shook hands.
"Who will get the island if you don't survive this adventure?", Safin asked boldly back, ignoring Bond's offer.
"Eve."
"Ah, the famous Miss Moneypenny.", Safin hummed. "Well, I wish for you to survive though. To have more peaceful moments with her on this island."
"And many more visits from old frenemies.", Bond went with him and saw Safin smirk.
"That would be nice too."
Both men watched Luc helping Tatjana and the twins boarding. Safin gave Bond a last nod and turned away.
Bond observed Safin, his shoulder low, looking like all the world's trouble on them. And it was kind of so. Lyutsifer had made the decision to take responsibility for his deadly weapon. Bond couldn't imagine - not fully - what he was going through, but a man like Safin, as clever and cunning would find a way though this mess, Bond was sure about it.
He waited until the white sail disappeared and went in the house to call a water taxi over the radio.
He packed quickly and focused, the visit already pressed away in his mind. One had to look forward, not back. One has to, to survive.
Half an hour later he was on main land and on his way to Kingston Airport.
The travel would be a drag of course.
All he got was an KLM fly to Atlanta, in an economy class.
Bond looked at his watch. Well, the fly to Atlanta was only three hours. He could deal with the seat and the cheep wine.
After the bored Stewart handed him a damp cloth and a glass of wine, Bond leaned back in his seat. He emptied the glass and hoped the wine would help him to nap while putting on the headset, that the service included. So cutting down the surrounding noises he closed his eyes.
Atlanta was a surprise.
Bond stepped out of the plane tunnel and turned to the immigration office. Halfway he stopped as he caught a familiar face.
Grinning, as always a slopy sitting suit hung on him, a big, dark face greeted him.
“Hey brother. Heard you heading home? Fancy a ride?"
"Felix!", Bond grinned wide, suddenly feeling more energetic. "It is good to see you!" He shook hands with him and hugged him shortly. "I assume you're in?"
Felix face became serious. "What a shit-show. Of course, we're in. 105 US embassy members are dead!"
He pushed Bond softly in the direction of a door marked 'staff only' and opened it. He nodded to the guard and walked with Bond on his heel through it. Walking along a corridor out of the airport he went on: "Your M called my Boss and I got it together. There is only the way over Atlanta to get home to mother England." He chuckled, a sound that warmed Bond's heart. If someone radiants positivity, it was Felix.
"I'm glad you came. Will we work together? What is the plan here?", Bond asked keenly.
Felix showed his light palms. "We have our own thing, but the boss will turn a blind eye if we're help each other."
Felix walked Bond to a smaller air field where a Gulf stream V was standing. Felix turned to him. "Your plane. I told the stewardess to get some proper food and drinks in there."
Bond smiled at first, but went serious again. "You're not coming with me?"
"Not officially, James. But I promise I will be your shadow in South Africa."
"I would go for Russia if I were you."
Felix stopped track. "And why is that?"
"That is, because the delivery of the gas came from the Russian black market. My source is on it already."
Felix rose his eyebrows and crocked his head. "Made already your homework, James? I'm impressed."
James shrugged, slightly ashamed to show off before Leiter.
"Well, at the end we will meet in South Africa I guess. To strike down the resistance cell who had brought the gas."
Felix watched Bond with narrowed eyes and nodded then agreeing.
"So it looks, brother." He slapped Bond on the back. "Good luck. See you, James."
Bond watched Felix turn away and going back to the airport. He had to hold back the urge to call his name. He didn't want to step in this plane all alone, but to sit with Felix in it. Drinking, eating, laughing and speaking about old times.
Later, he told himself, when all is done.
He drew his eyes away from Leiters back and hurried up the plane stairs.
Taglist: @dorminchu @poptod @thefluffiestseahorse @rathernotmyname @edteche2
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tragedies-and-dreams · 3 days ago
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American Spy by Lauren Wilkinson
American Spy by Lauren Wilkinson
American Spy opens with a bang only to come screeching to halt within a few pages. What could have been an intriguing tale of espionage is thwarted by lacklustre execution: painfully slow pacing, watching-paint-dry levels of entertainment, cardboard characters, robotic narration, dry dialogues, heavy on the telling…Aside from its snazzy cover & title, and that brief mention of Nella Larsen’s…
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watermelinoe · 3 days ago
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you wanna eat chicken breast? you want steak??? ground beef??? you wanna bite into a whole ass vegetable???? you wanna eat food as it is???? fuck this, if it's not battered or breaded or coated in spicy sauce or drowned in cheese i do not even want to see it. i want my food pretending to be something else or not at all
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thebeepboops · 4 days ago
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Listen just...
Spy dropping his suave all over the floor and being overwhelmed with mushy lovey dovey feelings when his short and jacked tubby boyfriend excitedly shows his affection in super cute and nerdy ways.
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