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kekwcomics · 11 months
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THE GIRL FROM RIO (jess Franco, 1969)
"From her secret city, "Femina", Sumuru assembles an army of women with which she will conquer the world."
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Whumptober day 23 tied to a Table
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giallofever2 · 2 years
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tspoe-pods · 3 months
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Russian agents, British secret service, and Athenian police are all after Jason, a thief who is coerced into stealing some microfilm that could expose intelligence operatives behind the iron curtain.
Lots of crosses and double crosses as Jason tries to stay one step ahead of everyone.
Would love to find a better print of this one. A few nasty cuts and splices chop a few scenes, but that aside I really enjoyed this entry in the eurospy genre!
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pinknachowitch · 4 months
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#eurospy #danielabianchi #mireilledarc #marilùtolo
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lakesbian · 9 months
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I’m the anon that is here partially for Nationstates, I’m a polysci nerd (considering international relations as a future path in the field) as well as a sci fi nerd and a friend tried to explain it to me at a con, it sounded really interesting. I haven’t figured out how to start yet though. It’s a really friendly reminder of the game when you post it though and I really enjoy hearing about it!
it would be really funny if you figured out how to start by joining my region and then you would be the one person there that's like. Yeah hi I was recruited by watching iota make 100000 autistic posts on tumblr a day
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chrsa · 2 years
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okay i’ve been curious about how much dalc are worth in our currency for a while so i went and reread the manga to see if i could find anything and i did!!!
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(read the notes if you wanna know why i didn’t go off the translation)
300 dalc is approximately 100,000 yen (万=10,000) so 1 dalc would be approximately 333 yen (333.33 if you wanna be specific)
so yeah if you wanna work out how much something costs in spy x family just multiple the no. of dalc by 333.33 and that will be how much japanese yen it is. then convert that into your currency
for example that castle rent earlier in the manga (chapter 6) was 50,000 dalc
50,000 x 333.33 = 16,666,500 yen
then convert yen to your currency
i use aud so 50,000 dalc would be $175,631.80
i’m fairly certain that i got all this and correct but it’s nearly 5 am. if it isn’t correct please tell me and i’ll fix it
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levicolwill · 2 years
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can footy tumblr pls for the love of god pls find itself a new ‘it boy’.  
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originalharmonysalad · 10 months
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Ypotron - 1966 Euro-spy full movie in wide-screen - YouTube
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stupittmoran · 1 month
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Top 10 headlines the media didn't tell you this week, Repost & FoIIow for more
Idaho House passes bill to give pedophiIes the death penalty.
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Impeachment clause to be used against Trump found hidden in Ukraine Funding Bill.
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New report finds Obama CIA had foreign allies spy on Trump Team, triggering Russia Collusion Hoax.
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Biden Homeland Security Secretary Mayorkas impeached for border failure.
FBI whistleblower who exposed Biden Ukraine corruption now being charged by Hunter Biden 'investigator.'
Biden refuses cognitive test, first president in history to do so. Is Biden's incompetence a national security threat?
If you appreciate this Top 10 recap, remember to Repost and FoIIow me for another week in a clown world 🤡🌎
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kekwcomics · 11 months
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THE BARONESS #2: "DIAMONDS ARE FOR DYING (Pocket Books, 1974?)
artist uncredited
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woso-dreamzzz · 3 months
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Rival V
Hardersson x Teen!Reader
Part of The Big Adventures Universe
Summary: Gooner to Gunner
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Arsenal coming calling for you a few weeks after your seventeenth birthday. You've been playing professionally for Linköping since you were fifteen, following the under-seventeen Euros, as their second choice goalkeeper.
You always knew, much like your mothers, that you didn't want to stay in Sweden your whole career. It's off the back of completing your final matches as the Under-seventeen team's captain in a round of friendlies that you get the email.
You're mucking around on your laptop, aimlessly typing something out for one of your classes when you switch tabs to your Momma's emails.
It had been terribly easy to crack the password (your and Morsa's birthdays put together) and you made sure that she didn't know you were logged in. It's not like you had been planning anything malicious but it was Momma's email that was connected to the Amazon account and you were just too impatient to wait to see what surprise she had ordered to celebrate your tenure as captain for the youth team.
You had been tracking the package for days now and just so happened to spy this new email at the top of the list.
You frown. It's got your name on it. You're not eighteen yet so all of your professional stuff comes through either Momma and Morsa and-yes, Morsa was cc'ed into the email too.
You click on it. There's nothing wrong with that, you think to yourself, because it's about you anyway. There's no harm in finding out what it was a bit early.
Your eyes skim through the email, your heart stuttering in your chest.
It was a contract proposal.
The same position, second goalkeeper, but for a hell of a lot more money.
At Arsenal.
You glance behind you.
Everywhere you've ever moved, your framed Leah Williamson shirt ends up over your bed.
Always.
Even when you gained so many more world class player's jerseys (Tia Tana, Alexia, Keira Walsh, just to name a few), Leah's one always ended up over your bed.
Your door swings open and your hurriedly close the tab, writing more nonsense for your schoolwork.
"Morsa!" You exclaim," Knock!"
Morsa laughs. "Sorry, princesse, I don't realise I was raising such a moody teenager."
"I could have been naked," You scoff.
"This early? No chance. I just came up here to say that dinner's ready."
"Dinners ready or it's nearly ready and you're using me to set the table?" You're wise to Morsa's tricks.
"We ordered in. Dinner is actually ready."
By the time that you've washed your hands and made it downstairs, Momma and Morsa have made space for you to slot between them.
You try to keep quiet for a little bit but the email you've just read makes you antsy and anxious.
"So..." You say finally as the show you're watching finishes and your Morsa starts flicking through the channels to find something new. "How was work?"
Momma frowns at you suspiciously. "Good. Why?"
You try to be casual. "No reason. So...no funny email chains? Nothing interesting?"
Momma turns to look at you fully. "What's going on with you? What have you heard?"
You shrug. "Me? Nothing."
She watches you with narrowed eyes. "Magda, what have you told her?"
"Me?" Morsa's got a slice of pizza hanging from her mouth. "Why do you think I've told her something?"
"She's acting suspicious. Just like you do when you know something you shouldn't."
"I haven't told her anything. I've barely seen her all day. She came straight home from training and shacked up in her room to do schoolwork."
Momma is still staring at you as she fishes her phone out of her pocket and flicks through her emails. Like you, it doesn't take her long to find it.
She sighs - long and drawn out and she rubs her temple with her fingers. "I don't know how you found out about this before me but-"
"Please! Please! Please! Please, Momma!" You're kneeling on the ground in front of her, hands clasped together. "I'm nearly out of the contract with Linköping. Please! It'd be such a good opportunity!"
"Whoa, whoa," Morsa says quickly," Slow down. What's going on? Pernille, huh?"
Momma sighs again, turning her phone over to Morsa. "Arsenal is interested in her."
Morsa skims through the email, her eye twitching slightly. She looks at you and says," No. If you want to go to England, we can see if Chelsea will take you."
You sigh just like Momma did. "Morsa, please! I don't even like Not-Wolfsburg! I'll play so good at Arsenal, I promise!"
"First of all," Morsa says," You're seventeen. You have got to stop calling Chelsea Not-Wolfsburg. Second of all, you're seventeen. In what world is moving to England a good idea at the moment?"
"For football!" You exclaim, standing on your feet and grabbing at her hands. You know Momma will support you in anything you want to do, including this. So it's just Morsa (who would probably prefer it if you joined fucking Spurs than Arsenal) that you have to convince. "Morsa, please! I...I'll give it my all! Please! Arsenal's the goal!"
"I thought Wolfsburg was the goal."
"It is!" You say," But that's the long term goal! Wolfsburg will be sure to watch me if I play in the WSL!"
"Wolfsburg was watching your Momma when she was still at Linköping," Morsa points out," Why can't you stay at Linköping?"
"Morsa!" You're getting a bit annoyed now. "Wolfsburg the club I want to retire at! Arsenal for Leah and Aunt Lina and Aunt Stina. Barcelona or Lyon, maybe, for Tia Tana or Daan. And then Wolfsburg!"
That causes a small smile to tug at Morsa's lips. "No Bayern on your list?"
"It's in the maybe category like Barca and Lyon! Don't change the subject! Who knows when an opportunity like this will come up again? The national teams will be sure to watch me properly too, if I'm playing in England!"
Momma laughs. "Magda," She says," Just put her out of her misery, already."
You look between them. "Huh?"
Morsa stands up, drawing you up into a hug. "Of course you can sign for Arsenal, princesse."
"Really?"
"Yes."
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You end up back in London for the first time in years within the month.
A picture goes up on social media on the day you come in to officially sign. You shake hands with the manager and pose for the photo, holding onto your new jersey.
It's probably your most prized possession now with your favourite number on the back - you're challenging yourself to clinch the first keeper position within two years.
At Linköping, your last name was on your shirt.
At Arsenal, it's your first name.
Abruptly, you're brought back to a blurry memory of sitting on the floor of your house before the move to Bayern, when you ran your fingers over Alexia's name, when your Momma explained that some of the best had only their first names on their jerseys.
"There she is."
You look up and then back down bashfully.
Leah Williamson walks up to you. She's older now, than when you first met her all those years ago. She's retired from football - just like your mothers - but she still works in the sector, one of the coaches for the women's team.
"Hi."
"You look good in an Arsenal shirt," She says," Even better now that it's not mine."
You don't know why you say it but you do," I still have the first shirt you gave me. Momma and Morsa got it framed for me."
She grins at you, clapping you on the back. "I had you pegged for a Gunner the moment you wandered into our dressing room." She breathes in deeply. "Let me just take a moment. This is a nice full circle moment for me."
You laugh. "Me too."
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giallofever2 · 2 years
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tspoe-pods · 5 months
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Richard Denning takes a break from hunting gillmen and scorpions to play super-spy! Well, adequate-spy anyway.
Not a bad film, and interesting having the American officer based in London. The locals do more to solve the case than our hero.
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dilemmaontwolegs · 4 months
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Already Gone || MV1 {7}
Pairing: Max Verstappen x spy!fem!reader Summary: After the attack in your home, Max is serious about learning to fight. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, alcohol, sparring, mentions of illegal activities WC: 1.8k
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“Are you sure you should be drinking? You might have a concussion,” Max worried as you sipped the gin and tonic Christian had made. 
“Relax, the lady’s earned a drink or two,” Christian said as he sat down with his own. “Nice job.”
You clinked your glass with your bosses before drinking half of the strong beverage in one gulp and sighing happily. “Thank you. Dare I ask where Brett’s taking them?”
Christian chuckled and shook his head. “Best to have deniability.”
Max looked uncomfortable at the conversation as he shifted in his seat beside you, his fingers massaging your shoulder that his arm draped across.
“I know you don’t like it, babe, but this is the reality of the situation,” you said softly as you took his hand and traced the lines that cut across his palm, not that you believed in the life line or the love line crap. “They wanted to break your hands. They weren’t here to have a pretty conversation that magically convinced you to lose your races. They wanted to make sure you could never race again.”
“I’ve increased the security on Checo but they seem to be focusing their energy on you.”
“Of course, Max is the bigger threat,” you stated obviously. “Anyone who can read the standings knows that.” Tilting your head towards the principal you cocked an eyebrow and asked, “You don’t happen to have half a billion hidden in your mattress?”
Christian scoffed as he swirled his drink, clinking the ice against the glass. “I’m not Pablo Escabar, and I don’t think my wife would sleep comfortably on the lumps.”
“That’s a shame, his personal army could’ve been helpful.”
“What do you want half a billion dollars for anyway?”
“Euros, actually.” You grabbed your phone off the coffee table and opened the app for the stock exchange, scrolling through the companies of interest you had saved before tossing it on his lap. “They wouldn’t sell the majority of their shares but there is a sizable chunk up for grabs. Certainly enough to get a seat on the chairboard.”
Christian looked at the trading name and chuffed at the thought of being a board member at Scuderia Ferrari before he took a sip of his drink. “Let me see what I can move about.”
“Wait, you’re not serious?” Max baulked at the idea before helping himself to your drink at the look you gave him. “Fuck, you are serious.”
“If you need a shell company I have a few old ones to spare.”
“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” Christian chuckled as he finished his drink and started to head to the door. “I’d get that fixed pronto if I were you.”
You gave him the thumbs up as he left while Max walked him to the gaping hole where the broken door used to be. “See you next week, boss.”
Walking back to your side, Max scratched his short beard and said, “I think we should go to a hotel tonight, liefje.”
A gust of wind blew through the open door and swayed the picture frames on the wall to accentuate his words. “I think you’re right, preferably one with a spa.”
He smiled as he kissed your temple, careful to avoid the swelling on your forehead. “I’m sure I can find something for you.”
Two Months Later “Shit,” Max grunted as the wind was knocked from him. 
“Please don’t hurt my star driver before his final race,” Christian said as he walked into the gym and found Max bent over his knees panting. 
“I haven’t touched him,” you defended yourself while you rubbed Max’s back. “The speedball took him out.”
“If anyone asks, it was Rico Verhoeven.”
You snorted a laugh. “He loves you too much to hurt you. He would probably let you take him down.”
“Probably,” Max groaned as he straightened up and cocked a brow at his boss who held a file in his hand. “What’s that?”
“Just some paperwork for you to sign,” he said to you as he held it out. “Our lovely Director here will be heading to Italy next week for her first board meeting.”
You hadn’t really missed your old line of work but you couldn’t deny there was a certain thrill to stepping into the lion’s den. Max wasn’t too happy about it, but you had convinced him not to worry, or at least accept it. Christian had been able to shift some money around to make the investment feasible and it had been collectively decided that you would be the best person to take the seat.
Now that the seat was filled you would be able to give the go ahead to your contacts and Scuderia Ferrari stocks would rise once again over the winter break, lining Red Bull’s pockets with profits. It was a win-win. 
“What I wouldn’t give to see the faces of those smarmy old bastards when you walk in the boardroom,” Christian mused as you signed the last of the documents. “Benedetto doesn’t know what he started.”
Max had recovered from his winded state and pulled his boxing gloves off to have a drink, taking a seat next to Christian on a weight bench. “You are lucky I am so charming. I should get a bonus for saving the team with my good looks and wonderful personality.”
“Greedy bastard, isn’t the €55 million I am paying you each year enough?” Christian said with a burst of laughter.
“My girlfriend has expensive taste.”
“Hey, I had no problem affording my own lifestyle before I met you,” you pointed out as you stole his drink bottle and pointed to the heavy sandbag. “And I didn’t say you could have a break. Gloves back on, Prince Charming.”
“I’ll leave you love birds to it. Don’t forget dinner tonight,” Christian said as he made his way back to the door. “Oh, and try not to be beaten by a bag, Max. It’s bad for your reputation.”
Max held his gloved hand up and you knew he was trying to pull the finger inside of it. “Very menacing,” you teased as you grabbed your own set of gloves and joined him in the ring. “Shall we dance, pretty boy?”
“Do I get a reward if I take you down?”
You blew a kiss to your boyfriend and raised your hands. “How about you focus on just trying to land a punch?”
“I’m competitive, liefje, I respond best to incentives.”
“Is that right...well, in that case, how about this?” You closed the distance between you and brushed your lips along his jaw until you reached his ear. “You take me down, and you can take me down.”
His athletic stamina that kept him strong for the races showed no sign of weakening as he followed you around the ring, relentlessly trying to take you to the mat. Sweat beaded on your forehead as you ducked and spun out of his reach, and you saw his cheeks flush with the same exertion of his effort. 
Deciding he had pushed himself hard enough for one day, you planted your foot and deflected the throw he made. He overextended past you, leaving his side open for you to wrap yourself around, dragging him to the thin padding on the ground and rolling until you straddled his hips.
“Good work, but it’s time to rest. You have qualifying soon.”
“I’ve already won the championship, plus I could start last on the grid and still get points,” he said with a cocky smile before he stole your signature move. He used your own momentum against you, twisting his hips as he reached across your body. The room spun as you were flipped onto your back and suddenly you were looking up at him. “I just can’t help winning, see.”
“Go on then,” you dared as he hungrily eyed your body pinned beneath his. “Take your reward.”
“We could get caught,” Max groaned as he glanced at the door Christian had left through, knowing it was unlocked. 
“You’re not scared are you?” 
All his blood rushed south of his brain and he found no reason to deny you both. “Fuck it.”
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Dinner was a quiet affair with just the team and their families. The real party would come after the race, but you were quite content as you were when the group broke up at the end of the evening. 
Geri had taken the children off to bed while the mechanics went to a nightclub nearby for a ‘nightcap’. Christian wished them a good evening and a polite suggestion to not stay out too late. It left you, Max and Christian moving to your fully stocked bar in the presidential suite and sinking into the plush seats. 
“What a fucking year it’s been,” Christian laughed as he rubbed his beard. 
You snorted a laugh and kicked your feet up onto Max’s lap. “It’s been exciting though, you have to admit that.”
You smiled as the two recounted their favourite parts of the season while you browsed the NASDAQ Dubai journal you had started reading before dinner.
“It’s a shame George is still sick, he can’t catch a break.”
“You think George being sick is a coincidence?” you commented as you turned the page and chuckled. “Tell me you are not that-“ you fell silent at the look Christian gave you and just shrugged. “It’s quite easy to replicate illnesses with certain substances is all I’m saying…”
“Why go after George?” Max pondered aloud while Christian sat still processing what you had inferred.
Your boss’s eyes lit up with realisation and he grabbed his phone to open the F1 app to confirm his thoughts. “Because if George scores anything above fourth place tomorrow Mercedes will beat Ferrari in the constructors championship. That’s worth a few million euros, at least.”
“Bingo.”
“Do we do anything with this information?” Max asked as he began to massage your ankle. Though he had almost come to accept the dark underbelly of the sport, he still didn’t like it and it made him nervous.
“We can’t prove it,” you said with a shake of your head as his massage glided up your calf muscle, like a cat that kneaded a spot for self-comfort. “It’s not exactly a bad thing too, Ferrari coming second. It will make for great telly seeing Toto throw a bitch fit.”
Christian nearly spilled his drink with the belly laugh that filled the suite. “I’ll cheers to that,” he toasted as he held his drink forward. “To the end of an exciting season.”
You leaned in with yours and tapped it with his and Max’s. “And to another one next year.” They both cut you a side eye and you bit your lip to suppress the smile. “Or not.”
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postoctobrist · 3 months
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does "eventually we will do every film" only include English language films? obvi you've dipped out already for euro spy and art house stuff and such but. When is Every Bollywood Film In Order season
much sooner now that you have given Devon this idea
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