#spycatcher

[chic-beyond-the-wall-oc-acct]

So, project 2025 has been deleting their PDFs but a few lovely people have posted the list of books they want to ban and other than the fact that the entire list is stupid, here's some that stuck out to me + the reasons listed next to them. Most of the books on the list are lgbtq+ books which one would expect to find there, so I just did ones I didn't expect.

The Holy Bible - Challenged for religious beliefs and graphic content.

A Game of Thrones by George R.R. Martin - Sexual violence, political intrigue.

Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson - Death and religious content.

Captain Underpants series by Dav Pilkey - Toilet humor and "disobedience."

Doctor Zhivago by Boris Pasternak - Critique of the Russian Revolution.

Deadly Deceits by Ralph McGehee - Former CIA agent's critiques of the agency.

Emma by Jane Austen - Complex gender themes, social critique.

Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury - Censorship and media manipulation by the government.

Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling - Accusations of promoting witchcraft.

Howl by Allen Ginsberg - Explicit sexual content, anti-establishment themes

Hop on Pop by Dr. Seuss - Concerns over violence against parents.

I Am Not Your Perfect Mexican Daughter by Erika L. Sánchez - Mental health, sexual content.

It's Perfectly Normal by Robie H. Harris - Sex education content.

It's So Amazing! by Robie H. Harris - Sex education content.

None Dare Call It Conspiracy by Gary Allen - Discusses alleged hidden global power structure.

None Dare Call It Treason by John A. Stormer - Anti-communist and conspiracy-focused.

One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn - Critique of Soviet labor camps.

Operation Paperclip by Annie Jacobsen - Exposes secret U.S. program involving former Nazis.

My Brother Sam Is Dead by James Lincoln Collier - Violence, anti-war themes.

Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt vonnegut- Anti-war themes.

Spycatcher by Peter Wright - Ex-MI5 agent's account of intelligence operations.

The Art of Happiness by the Dalai Lama - Criticism of religion, perceived political messages.

The Awakening by Kate Chopin - Female independence, sexuality.

The Book of Night Women by Marlon James - Slavery, graphic violence.

The Enchanted Forest Chronicles by Patricia C. Wrede - Magic, feminism.

The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein - Themes of selfishness, parenting.

The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy - Examines class and caste issues in India.

The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood - Critique of religious extremism and patriarchy.

The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas - Examines police violence and racial injustice

The Hunger Games Series by Suzanne Collins - Depicts oppressive government and rebellion.

The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster - Political subtext, wordplay.

The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver - Critique of colonialism and missionary work.

The Power and the Glory by Graham Greene - Critique of religion and political oppression

The Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle - Religious critique.

The Prince by Niccolò Machiavelli - Seen as a critique of political ethics.

The Taming of the Shrew by William Shakespeare - Often challenged for themes of submission of women in marriage.

Twilight series by Stephenie Meyer - Themes of violence, supernatural elements.

V for Vendetta by Alan Moore - Political rebellion, violence.

War is a Racket by Smedley D. Butler - Critique of war profiteering.

Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein - Dark humor, "rebellious" themes.

Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak - Themes of rebellion, dark imagery.

Where's Waldo? by Martin Handford - Alleged inappropriate illustrations.

White Noise by Don DeLillo - Critique of consumerism and modern society.

Women Who Run with the Wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estes - Feminist themes.

Yertle the Turtle by Dr. Seuss - Seen as political allegory.

Zorba the Greek by Nikos Kazantzakis - Critique of authority and societal norms.

[bodaborgofficial]

what do the colours mean? like what do they represent?

- 🪼

Glad you asked!

Green represents challenges that require some serious brainpower in turn for minimal physical interaction. Some examples of this include trivia questions (Quiz Show) and identifying spies (SpyCatcher).

Black represents challenges that contain several obstacles and, therefore, require high levels of physical activity. Examples include escaping a prison (Alcatraz) and blocking out a computer virus (Access).

Red represents challenges that are considered an equal balance between physical and mental tasks, needing both critical thinking and quick movements to get the job done. Examples include navigating through a haunted mansion (Spook House) and dancing your heart away on the dance floor (Dansa Pausa).

Hope this helps!

- Quester

[duchessofostergotlands]

Do you know how the press are informed about injunctions? I'm assuming the original journalists are told when they're taken to court to get the injunction but how do they make sure another paper doesn't find out the story and print it? Are injunctions sent to someone high up in all the media organisations and they check before a story is published?

I wondered the same thing and couldn't find a great answer. I'll do my best but if there are any experts in English law, do help me out.

The thing about an injunction is it prevents publication. So they might hear about it from other journalists or sources through the grapevine. They might see the injunction order because the very basic details of an injunction order are published unless it's a superinjunction, and then they could easily ask a colleague and find out. And there is something in English law called the spycatcher principle. I won't go too much into the detail - I can if you're interested lol - but basically it means that everyone who is aware of the injunction has to abide by it, even if it wasn't issued against them specifically. So according to one article I found solicitors do normally circulate injunction orders with all the details to other major press outlets themselves because then they know that they can't publish the story even if they come about the information independently.

Journalists generally have an obligation to check a story with the subject if it's making a serious accusation, under the Editor's Code. At that point the injunction order would be presented and they would have to shelve the story. So theoretically it should be very rare that a journalist doesn't find out about an injunction, even if it's five minutes before they were due to publish. But if an injunction was broken and it was genuinely unintentional I think they'll just be told to take it down immediately and potentially, knowing how vicious privacy lawyers are in the UK these days, they would be sued for invasion of privacy instead

[haveyoulistenedtothisalbum-poll]

Tracklist:

Afro Jacker • Beat Bang • Drop It To The Floor • Badman • Spycatcher • Jugs • Trouble On The Floor • On A Roll Man • Junk • How Y'all Like Me Now • Sound Boy Massive

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[freedom-in-sight]

Christo Grozev: the Russian spycatcher Putin wants dead | WTCTW Podcast

[sleepyowlsleeps]

when my brain reads stuff wrong pt.1

Meat and space

Welsh charger

Apparent spycatcher

[notfleenz]

*looks at copy of Spycatcher on the shelf*

*looks at RationalWiki article on Edward Snowden*

*looks at date of video*

...i'm inclined to project a very specific subset of social anxiety. but also i know fuck-all about weed.

watching the final google feud

[liebgotts-lovergirl]

Fire On Fire: Chapter 14

(Ch. 13) ... (Ch. 1)

II Gallery II Tag List Application II Symbol Guide II

Summary: Who watches the watcher?

WARNINGS: The usual Espionage stuff, Implied substance abuse

A/N: Sorry for the wait, y'all! I'm going away for the holidays soon so it might be a lil bit before I can publish another section of FOF again but I do have some more Hallmark AU content coming your way in the meantime! 💖

Taglist: @latibvles @softguarnere @brassknucklespeirs @mccall-muffin @holdingforgeneralhugs @emmythespacecowgirl @parajumpboots @vibing-away @lieutenant-speirs @wwhatev3r

Contemporary: September 20th, 1944. Oosterbeek, Netherlands.

The first time Alix saw the man wearing glasses, she didn’t think much of him. He had entered the café a few minutes after her and sat a few tables back, casually spreading the day’s newspaper out onto the small, round table in front of him.

The freshly-cleaned windows were too foggy to see properly so with a huff, Alix subtly shifted in her seat and retrieved her makeup compact from her purse. 

Pretending to inspect her eyeliner, she was just able to glimpse the pattern of his tweed suit jacket a few seats behind her and for a fleeting moment, she thought she saw him watching her.

But she must have been mistaken because when she checked again, he was summoning a waiter to inquire about something off the menu like any other patron.

Once is normal, she reminded herself, looking out the window as she waited for her target to pass by. It's fine.

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The second time Alix saw him was later that day, in Prince of Orange Park, while she was following her mark. 

A slight autumn breeze rustled through the brightly-colored foliage with a gentle crunch and crackle, reminding her of better days at a home so far away that sometimes, she could scarcely believe it had ever existed at all.

If only Gio could be here, she thought sadly as she admired the orange glow of the falling leaves. He would've loved this. 

Her talented brother's favorite escape-- besides the cinema-- had been his art. He would spend hours wandering their vast backyard, scouring the landscape for the perfect place to set up his easel and pastels or paints.

 

Alix's chest ached at the memory now. 

She would've given anything to receive another letter from him, the stationary mottled with colorful smudges, the evidence of his latest creation. 

"You'd better be saving these, passerotta," Gio had joked after Alix had commented on the waxy staining on his latest letter. "They're Martinelli originals and they're already signed!"

Passerotta.

Her heart sank.

Little Sparrow, Gio's nickname for her since they were children due to her black eyes, playful antics, and small stature.

Oh the irony.

Her brother's passerotta was long gone, she thought sadly. The OSS Sparrow Program had ensured that.

Now only the killer in her remained.

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At least everything was going according to plan. Lieutenant Kruger had exited his meeting with some collaborators exactly on schedule– at least that intel was good– and Alix knew he would need to cross the park on his way to receive his orders from his superiors.

For a supposedly sick man, the gaunt SS officer was speeding along at an incredible pace and from the little she had seen of his face in person compared to the dozens of recon photographs she had studied, Alix felt fortunate to have recognized Kruger at all because the SS officer in front of her looked markedly different from the one in the dossiers the OSS had compiled.

Despite being only 23, the Lieutenant looked decades older. He appeared almost breakably thin with a grayish pallor and sunken, dead eyes that gave him the appearance of a drowned corpse more than a living person. His cheekbones jutted out like the jagged edges of a cliffside and Alix could see open sores trickling blood down the hollows of his cheeks.

The thick gray material of his SS uniform hung off his rail-thin frame like an empty potato sack and despite the frigid autumn weather, there was a fine mist of sweat coating his forehead.

With a fashion magazine casually tucked under her arm, the spy trailed soundlessly behind him, always making sure to keep at least 10 or so paces between her and her target.

Conducting surveillance was difficult without contacts keeping her updated but it was still possible. 

Except something was different.

Alix couldn't put her finger on what exactly but something was wrong. She could feel it in her gut.

The young spy had almost made her approach several times but something kept holding her back like an invisible hand on her shoulder, making her hesitate and reevaluate.

Her every muscle on-edge, Alix flexed her fingers at her side in a desperate bid to loosen up the tension but the anxiety swirling in her stomach just wouldn't leave. 

The park in Oosterbeek wasn't nearly as crowded as Eindhoven had been but still, there was something almost eerie about the way the hair on the back of her neck was standing on end. 

Everywhere she went, she felt eyes on her, following her, but when she would look, no one was there. Alix knew she was probably just being paranoid because of what had happened with Jean-Pierre selling one of her identities to the Gestapo but nonetheless, she still couldn't shake the sick feeling that she was being watched. 

As Kruger cut through the grass, his limbs practically quivering with suppressed energy like a man electrocuted, Alix continued on the sidewalk to avoid arousing suspicion.

The young agent allowed her eyes to casually roam the scene, taking in the earthy scent of the grass and the passing smoke of distant explosions which somehow didn't damper the nearby giggles of schoolchildren at play. 

A little girl with dirt-streaked cheeks and flame-bright hair was wielding a stick like a blade, apparently holding her own in a dramatic swordfight with an older boy who appeared to be her brother. 

Alix couldn't help but smile as she passed them by. 

She was almost out of the park completely when she spotted the man in the glasses again, this time loitering by one of the columns that marked the exit as he took casual puffs from his pipe.

Alix felt her blood run cold the moment he locked eyes with her and she abruptly switched directions, abandoning her target for the moment. Self-preservation came first and the emptiness…the ice in the man's expression felt dangerously like a punch to the stomach.

The tweed jacket he'd worn earlier was gone, replaced instead by a coat far too heavy for even the most blustery Fall day, which made Alix even more nervous. It completely obscured his body shape, making it impossible to tell if he was carrying a weapon.

First trick of the trade.

The agent could practically hear Nixon's languid baritone in her head. 

Twice is suspicious, kid. Get the hell out of there.

With one last glance over to Lieutenant Kruger's back as he disappeared around the corner, the OSS agent let out an irritated huff and quickened her already brisk pace in the opposite direction. 

Her target would have to wait.

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The third time Alix saw the bespectacled man was from inside the bookshop just across the street Hendriksen Hotel, which was apparently serving as an impromptu SS headquarters. The stranger was wearing his tweed jacket again and standing on one of the hotel's many balconies above, notebook in hand, and Alix tried to slow her racing heart as she pretended to browse the shelves.

Angling herself slightly and squinting against the streaming sunlight, Alix tried desperately to make out any distinctive features but there were none. He was an ordinary-looking man in his mid-thirties with dark, straight hair, thick glasses, and an aura she couldn't place but that seemed to scream at her from the depths of her mind, making Alix feel violently ill.

The young agent didn't even have to look up to know he was watching her; she could feel those empty eyes boring into her even through the glass window of the bookshop she was lingering inside.

But she had a mission to complete; she couldn't hold off any longer. 

Still, even as she idly perused the first book she'd grabbed, the feeling of the bespectacled man's soulless eyes staring her down never left. 

Even when she looked up and the man was gone, the merciless waves of nausea signaling his presence just wouldn't leave her. 

He had been scribbling into a notepad, she remembered, and five words from the Evasion & Counterespionage section of her training began to reverberate over and over again in her mind like gunshots as she waited for her target to leave the hotel across the street:

Three times is a tail.

[ferairia]

Business as usual

September 11th/Day 2: Loqi as a spy

Loqi Tummelt, Cor Leonis, Monica Elshett. Mentions of the Chocobros and Caligo Ulldor

Rating: General

Word Count: 1656

Warnings: Disguises, mentions the Fall of Insomnia, mentions of the fight at Norduscaen Garrison, vague spy network, vague spy codes and code names. Picking lines directly from the game

Summary : Loqi is a spy for Lucis under Cor Leonis. Before the Treaty, Cor was already in trouble with the King. Now that Insomnia has fallen and Niffleheim side of the network is slowly and quietly being weeded out, Loqi has decisions to make. Thankfully, he didn’t need to wait long for answers.

AO3 Link : Business as usual

Loqi was sweaty and hot under all the hunter’s coverall that he managed to snag at the Prairie’s Outpost. He prayed to all the Six that the black hair dye or whatever he was wearing won’t get worn down with his sweat as he busied himself with a sword. He needed a temporary dye since he is now being posted beyond Niff territory. Had it been Gralea, all he had to do was style his hair differently and maybe some contact lenses.

Cor was supposed to meet him up at the Prairie Outpost but he hasn’t appeared yet.

He sighed to himself at the thought of the day being wasted but it’s a common enough not to cause him worry. Just annoyed.

“Sure is melting hot, out here.” A woman came. She was in full hunter’s garb as well.

Pausing in his blade sharpening, he looked up to the one who uttered it. That was the code. “With all the sun, can’t expect it to be freezing, Felicia.” He responded with a relieved smile. It wasn’t Cor but it was one of Cor’s subordinates, Monica Elshett.

Felicia nodded in response before settling beside him. She unsheathed her sword and set it before her, signaling for Loqi to continue what he was doing.

Rummaging through her pockets, she lets out a grouse. “You have an extra whetstone on ya, Al?” She asked. “I think I lost mine.”

Loqi gave her a knowing smile the whole time as he shook his head. He took a small box and gave it to her. “What’s big bro doing?” He asked as he watched Felicia fussed with the box and with a sleight of hands changed it with a proper box of a whetstone.

Felicia sighed. “Dad said told him to do some business out of town. Big bro didn’t want to budge so he’s trying to deal with dad and have someone else go for the business trip.” She explained, her hand barely moved as she explained. “It’s just that…” She began, trying word her thoughts properly. “Dad is pretty old, Al.” She said in a worried tone but the look on her face was more scrutinizing than worried.

It was Loqi’s turn to sigh. Long story short. Cor is on the verge of insubordination. Not that it’s the first time but as ‘Felicia’ said, the King is pretty old. And old people tend to not like it when their orders aren’t obeyed. Since it’s the King and not anyone else, Loqi smelt trouble.

“So, is big bro in trouble?” He asked frankly.

Felicia shook her head as she returned to whetting her blade. “Don’t know. Haven’t heard from him ever since. The Treaty is going to start this week. Just hope big bro is not going to get into too much trouble with everything’s that going on.” She said softly.

Loqi couldn’t agree with her more. If anything happens to Cor, he’s going to be in a pinch. Being a Brigadier General wasn’t easy and trying to escape is going to be a mess, if he survives it.

“Anyway.” Loqi began. “How’s the children?” He asked with a straight face. Knowing Monica, she had cats. Loqi never seen them but Monica had told enough of them to know how they were doing.

Monica or ‘Felicia’, snickered. “As rambunctious as ever. Broke a few of my plates just the other day.” She said. The two ended up talking about the cats for a while. Mission completed. Just to kill time until they could leave without suspicion. Being so near to a garrison and wary hunters had their difficulties. If the Niffs didn’t get them, the Hunters might just give them away accidentally.

Before their time was up, Felicia got a call. “Felicia.” She said curtly as she stopped fussing over her sword. “Uh, yes. Right at the old ruined house.” She informed whoever it is. “Ok. See ya.” She said as she ended her call.

“The client’s coming.” She said. The cold military discipline leaking into her voice before she cleared her throat and recomposed herself as a lighthearted Felicia. “No need to look like you’ve seen a ghost, Al.” She quipped.

Loqi shrugged. He paused in thought. “Do you think Big Bro got into trouble?”

“Don’t know, Al.” She answered as she turned to pack her stuff. “But my transport is just a short ride from here.” Code for – Cor is coming over as a Client. Act accordingly.

Al or Loqi, went about to pack his stuff, too.

They barely had gotten to their feet when a truck pulled towards their place. In it was Cor, waving at them.

“Hey, Felicia, Al.” He regarded with a nod. The two gave a nod back and Felicia got into the truck. “Melting hot here, huh?” He said as he gave Loqi a onceover.

Loqi replied with a tight smile. “If it’s freezing cold, it’ll be the end of the world.”

Cor gave a small smile at that. “Anyways, borrow Felicia here for a job. If I need more people, I might need to call you in, too.”

“Sure. Just make sure, you take care of her.” Loqi answered back amicably.

With that, they parted ways.

Almost three weeks passed since then.

Insomnia fell, the network collapsed and names were being brought up within the ranks and silently taken care off. Caligo made sure of that.

And Loqi, now without any form of communication, went after the only Lucian he knew that was on Niffleheim’s radar, other than the Prince. The very Lucian that his accolades in warfare were more or less based on. He went to confirm Cor Leonis’s status. Two birds with one stone, really. This way, he can decide whether to continue his work or get rid of everything.

He received word that the Prince was to escape via the Norduscaen Garrison. Even as he got on his ship towards the said drop site, he started to feel lost. Would he be forced to kill off the Prince? Something in him was screaming to back off and stop. But he was a soldier. He had his orders. He…could only pray he was doing the right thing.

The garrison came into view along with a slew of dissipating MTs. With them, he saw the iconic black coloured garb donned by the Crownsguard. Taking point was the Prince and Cor.

He was wildly relieved at that sight alone. Cor was alive! The Prince would be safe in his care, too. That feeling dimmed considerably.

He hovered over the opened courtyard. “Stay right where you are.” He declared imperiously from his ship. “Well, well. If it isn’t Cor the Immortal. So you’ve survived the Citadel.” He said before turning to man his Magitek Armour.

“But you won’t survive what I have in store for you. It’s past time your legend came to an end.” He declared grimly, knowing people from Niffleheim, especially, Caligo is listening through the comms.

The fight was more grueling than he thought and the ejection system was unpleasant despite saving his life.

Seeing off the prince, Cor dismissed Monica and returned to ‘watching the Niffs.’

Once he heard a truck and a car passed, he finally cracked opened the charred cockpit.

He was surprised to see Cor nearby, looking for him from the looks of things.

“Thank the Six, you’re still alive.” Cor said in relief with a smirk of satisfaction.

Loqi only managed a huff as he got himself out with Cor’s help.

Thankfully, the worse injury on him was a split lip. His armour seriously helped.

As the two recovered from the effort on the floor next to it, Cor held out a Potion for him.

He refused it. “It’ll get suspicious if I escape literally unscathed.” He explained.

Cor nodded in understanding. “How goes for you since the fall?” He asked as he made it dissipate into the ether.

“Unnerving to say the least. There was a leak in the network. Caligo has been on the hunt ever since.” Loqi explained. “Did not help that there was only static on my communicator.”

Cor’s lips pulled into a tight grimace. “At the very least, we’re confident that the leak is taken cared off with the fall.” He said cryptically.

“Well, for the time being, there won’t be much activities. If anything, I think I’ll be the only one going beyond enemy lines to meet up with you.” He said as he scratched his head. “Other than the Prince and his retinue, of course.”

Loqi raised his eyebrows at that. “Ah, the chamberlain is there too?”

“Yes, indeed.” He answered. “He was the one with the glasses.” He added, gesturing two fingers over his eyes.

“Well, then. The Prince is in good hands.” He said in an impressed tone. “A member of a network is with him after all.”

“Still, one must be cautious in times like these.” He said with a tired huff.

Loqi only chuckled in response.

“Well, then.” Cor said as he got to his feet. “It’s best we get moving.”

Loqi got to his feet as well. “As always, it was an honour to fight you.” He said as he stood straight and held out a hand, a proud look present on his face.

Cor mirrored him and shook his hand with a tight smile. “Likewise. Glad to still have you on board with us.”

At that Loqi lets out a mirthless cackle. “Careful there. You assume too quickly.” He warned. A gentle reminder that this could all end suddenly.

Cor’s smile turned into a knowing smirk. “If I was wrong, we won’t be standing here.” He said as he passed. “See you when I see you.” He said with a wave, not even looking back if it’s returned.

Loqi merely shook his head before getting his emergency beacon. When the ship came, it was already dark and none of the Lucians were in sight.

[vintagebooksdesign]

A Spy Named Orphan - Roland Phillips

There’s nothing like being handed official government documents from the National Archives to drive a cover concept. Our endpapers document the last known movements of one of Britains most well-kept secrets. Donald Maclean, a former British Diplomat and head of the American Dept in the Foreign Office, was one of the Cambridge Five - a spy ring acting for the Soviet Union. ‘Orphan’ tells the story of his astonishing double life – from austere childhood to Cambridge Graduate to his eventual defection in 1951.

A star diplomat with a tendancy for wild binges, Maclean was the perfect spy,  leaking huge amounts of top-secret data to the Russians and heightening the tensions of the Cold war.

The front cover is from a portrait by Lettice Ramsey and Helen Muspratt who photographed many of Cambridge’s leading pre-war intellects. Thanks to Peter Lofts who now owns and runs the Ramsey and Muspratt archive.

[dapoibrahimtv]

Had a great time over the weekend at the @spyscape museum in NYC, and I must say this is not your typical average museum. Sure you take a deep dive into the world of espionage with a variety of interesting displays but you also actively engage in the world of espionage. You also get learn about different techniques necessary for different spy roles and you test your espionage abilities in addition to taking a wide range of physical and mental aptitude tests. At the end besides leaving with a substantial knowledge of the history of espionage and the skills involved you also receive a report regarding what type of roles you would be most suited for which in my own case, I'm qualified to be a #Spycatcher... whatever that is😎 It was an extremely fun and enlightening museum. The James Bond exhibition was awesome most especially if you're a James Bond fan at heart. It was my first time seeing the iconic Aston Martin DB5 live along with all its hidden gadgets as designed by the multiple Academy Award winning Production Designer - Ken Adams. All in all, it was a good diversion from my regular weekend routine since the last 7 months and @spyscape is definitely one of the top five museums I'll always recommend to any of my NY friends (guest and residents) and most especially if you're an ardent James Bond @007 fan! What James Bond film is your favorite? Leave Comments Below👇🏽💎 (at New York, N Y) https://www.instagram.com/p/CEkj3pDM-vc/?igshid=qoc227ad9rus

[j-august]

And yet the Stasi kept on searching for camouflaged infiltrators. The fact that they weren't able to unmask more spooks did not convince them that the Americans were less active. On the contrary: surely it had to mean the class enemy was using ever more sophisticated means of disguise.

Philip Oltermann, The Stasi Poetry Circle

[deafmangoes]

So the spouse and I recently finished watching all of the original Captain Scarlet - the one with the puppets and the incredibly high on-screen body count for a "kids' show".

And I tell ya, I have theories. If I can get them into any sort of coherence I'll probably post them, but for starters:

This man is a gay icon and - I'm pretty sure - Lieutenant Green's dad. I will elaborate.

I am aware that Gerry and Sylvia Anderson's stated backstory for Charles Grey (his actual name) is that he's a widower whose wife died possibly in childbirth - but where's the fun in respecting canon?

White is exceptionally Dad-like to the whole Spectrum team; even to the point where, during the penultimate episode*, he pulls Captain Scarlet in during an emotional life and death situation and tells him to get a haircut.

Throughout the entire run, he just gave me the strongest vibe of a very "straight gay (yet catty and sarcastic)" father figure who had seen some shit and thrown hands in the past. Again, referring to his backstory, he was a rebel leader against a tyrannical British government, helping to overthrow it, and then became not only the youngest fleet admiral on record but retired to head up the London branch of the 'Universal Secret Service', becoming a feared spycatcher.

I imagine that under this tyrannical government, a lot of LGBTQ+ rights were repressed, which has led to his particular attitude (as perhaps an artefact of the show being made in the 60s, he really gave me the vibe of someone forced to live in the closet for much of his life, who now doesn't give a fuck).

Speaking of giving a fuck. He's Lieutenant Green's dad. Perhaps this happened during a time of indiscretion after the death of his wife, before he fully came out of the closet, I don't know, he might just be bisexual! But he's definitely Green's dad, and Green doesn't know this.**

I base this theory solely on how overly protective he is of Green, even more so than the rest of Spectrum. He refuses to let Green go into the field except under duress, keeps him literally within eyeshot at all times at the communications desk, and goes far softer on him than his peers.

Incidentally, the show takes place in 2069 of what we can assume to be an alternate history where architects think that a "car park" consisting of one giant spiral concrete entrance/exit looming over London is a good idea - but assuming for a second that the divergence point is still in our future, and that Colonel White is in his fifties during the show, that means he would have been born in the last decade.

And that the UK becomes a fascist dictatorship as if that would ever happen lol ahahaha i made myself sad

Anyway. Yeah. Colonel White is the best character in the show. I'd follow him into certain death against an immortal and unkillable enemy any day of the week.

*This episode is revealed to be All A Dream but I have no reason to believe everyone in it was acting at all out of character.

**I know that in the CGI remake Green is not only gender-flipped but also there's an episode where she has to literally kill her own father, but that's clearly a different universe.