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[crownmemes]

Mission: Impossible Franchise Sentences

(Sentences from Mission: Impossible (1996-). Adjust phrasing where needed)

"I haven't a thing to wear!"

"There's a camera built right into the bridge of these glasses. Whatever you see, it sees, and then it transmits it back here."

"If you want to shake hands with the Devil, that's fine with me. I just want to make sure that you do it in Hell."

"Everybody has pressure points. You find something that's personally important to them, and you squeeze."

"I don't have to tell you what a comfort anonymity can be in my profession."

"You and I know about this. That's where it stops, you understand? It never happened."

"Every search for a hero must begin with something that every hero requires: a villain."

"You think you're the only one who can pick a lock?"

"Well, this isn't mission 'difficult'; it's mission 'impossible'. Difficult should be a walk in the park for you."

"I don't have a conscience! I'm a bloody thief!"

"What are you going to do? Spank me?"

"Do you feel like pleading for your life?"

"I got exactly what you asked for. Did you want something else? If there was a misunderstanding, I will fix it. I can get it, whatever you want!"

"Put the gun down. I'm not talking like this."

"Please don't interrupt me when I'm asking rhetorical questions."

"That look in your eye is a pain in my ass. You know that, right?"

"I know what I'm talking about, and you know that I know what I'm talking about."

"In our job, there's always going to be something between you and a woman. It's dishonesty, and dishonesty poisons everything."

"You can always tell somebody's character by the way they treat those they don't have to treat well."

"Our media is no more truthful than yours."

"It is my job to predict the unthinkable."

"You're fixating! You're not thinking clearly!"

"I've heard stories about you. They can't all be true."

"We've never met before, right?"

"We're after the same thing. I can help you."

"I can't protect you. That's why I need you to leave."

"You take a moment, alright? It's nothing a little sunshine and fresh air can't fix. You'll be as right as rain!"

"Woah, woah, woah! Are you okay to drive? A minute ago, you were dead!"

"There are no allies in statecraft - only common interests."

"We can be anyone. We can do anything."

"You've picked up some terrible habits from your friend."

"It's entirely possible to be relaxed and extremely uneasy at the same time!"

"You have something I want. Right now, that makes me the only person you can trust to get you out of here alive."

"Whatever you've heard about me, if it makes your skin crawl, it's probably true."

"I've ruined your day, haven't I?"

"We need people like you, who care about the one life as much as they care about the millions. That way, I never have to."

"Our lives are the sum of our choices, and we cannot escape the past."

"You've stepped into a world of lies. Nothing anyone says is true."

"The world doesn't know it, but it's counting on you."

[philcoulson-redtapeninja]

Wip Wednesday| Instructions on Mindful Focus X X

It was actually a very comfortable couch, and Martha was almost offended on its behalf. It brown, over stuffed, and could fold down into a futon in case she had to spend the night on-call in the office; in-short, it was a very nice couch, thank you very much. She had picked it out herself, along with most of the rest of the office. The therapists and counselors that looked after the Impossible Missions Force were given a budget and almost free-rein to design their office. There were official, thou shalt have a panic button, and unofficial guidelines, don't make anyone sit with their backs to the door, of course. [Describe the gd room] Not that she could blame Hunt for his ruse, most field agents viewed a visit to the members of the Psych Division like most people view a visit to a dentist. Unnerving, uncomfortable, and, occasionally, painful.

[odinsblog]

Ethan, you wanna see some shit?

[charmedslayer]

Mission: Impossible - Fallout (2018) dir. Christopher McQuarrie Deadpool and Wolverine (2024) dir. Shawn Levy

[roborain]

it’s never ok to ask.

[monsterhospital]

[jaubaius]

Run, breathe and play!

Source

[whatelsecanwedonow]

HAYLEY ATWELL as GRACE MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE – DEAD RECKONING PART ONE (2023) dir. Christopher McQuarrie

[chalkrub]

saw some mangy dog on the outskirts of town

[beyondthefold]

HENRY CAVILL as AUGUST WALKER Mission: Impossible - Fallout (2018) | dir. Christopher McQuarrie

[henrycavilledits]

Henry Cavill as August Walker Mission Impossible: Fallout (2018)

[olympain]

CLOSING CEREMONY Tom initiates the handoff to L.A. for the 2028 Olympics

[darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor]

Mob Drabbles

A collection of various mob AUs

Thor

Take a Seat | Take It Slow | Take Your Time

August Walker

The Vow | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Loki

A Touch of Sweetness | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Bucky Barnes

Death Wish | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11

Steve Rogers

Sum of All | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11

Nick Fowler

Hush

[marisatomay]

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Vow 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, arranged marriage, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!August Walker

Summary: your father’s murder leaves you in the hands of a dangerous man.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

The man is quiet. The villain. The boss. The groom. Your... husband. 

The vows were what you would find in a script. Nothing special. Just standard. Just going through the motions. And when he lifted the veil, his kiss was just as prescribed. That’s it. Your life is over and his is just beginning. 

Your hand is in his as he guides you from the hall. He takes you between the pews and out the tall doors. A shower of petals rain down on you as you come out into the sunlight. There’s a car waiting. The people around you are like actors on a screen. It’s all fake. This isn’t a happy day, this is business. 

The car door shuts on the other side of him and you’re closed in with this stranger. The stranger you’ll spend the rest of your life with. You know his name and his bad deeds, but nothing else. 

You fold your hands over the layers of the full skirt. He shifts as he pulls a fold of tulle from beneath him. You watch his large hand and tremble. 

“Sorry,” you breath and snatch the skirt so that it can’t overflow onto his lap. 

He catches your hand and you freeze. You lock up, bones aching, muscles clenched. He tugs on you. You let him draw you closer as you stare at his steely grip. He brings his other hand over to pet your knuckles. The softness of his touch makes you tingle. 

“You’re scared,” he states. It isn’t a question. He knows. “If you are loyal, you don’t need to be.” 

You nod, “yes, sir.” 

He huffs through his nose, “I am your husband.” 

You close your eyes and tempo your heartbeat, “what should I call you?” 

“You know my name.” 

“Walker.” 

“August,” he insists upon his first name. “Maybe one day, you will have something softer to call me.” 

“Maybe,” you shiver and he squeezes your hand. 

“Your father wrote his own fate, you will write yours,” he raises your hand and lays a kiss on the back of it. “It doesn’t need to be the same.” 

You stare ahead. You can’t let yourself feel or you will feel everything. The fear, the grief, and even, the anger. Once they boil over, you will be lost. 

“I understand, August.” 

Another heavy exhale. 

“You will not act so cold in front of my men.” He takes your hand and forces your fingers open. “You will touch me with kindness.” He puts your palm to his cheek and leads you to cradle his face. His stubble pokes at your delicate gloves. “You will do so without my order. You will behave as a wife, so far as they are concerned. Let your father’s defiance die with him.” 

“I will not resist,” you tell him as much as yourself. 

“Goddamnit, look at me,” he says. 

You turn to look him in the face. The anger you expect is absent. He watches you placidly. Your fingers twitch and he leans into your touch. He takes your other hand and forces you to twist toward him. He leans in and before you can think, his lips are on yours. 

It is different than at the altar. Not just a peck, more. His lips part and his tongue flicks out along yours. He hums and you open your mouth. His hand creeps up the back of your neck and he locks you against him. His tongue invades your mouth and you squeak. 

He draws away and his eyes narrow, “better.” You’re unsure if he means it was better than before or that you need to do better.  

He lets you go and sits back against the seat. He closes his eyes as he pushes his shoulders wide. His feet are planted as he lingers in unspoken thought. You look at the driver then out the window. You turn back to him. 

You touch his sleeve and shimmy closer. He hums again. The tone assures you that you aren’t unwelcome. Play your part, fulfill your vow. That is all that needs to be done.  

This is more than you, there is your mother, and others beyond that. Those that were once loyal to your father. Those you called friends and family. Those who now walk the same tightrope. Those that have already fallen. 

The car stops. A flicker of panic strikes in your chest. The door opens from outside and he pulls you out with him. You keep one hand on your skirt and the other on his arm. He marches ahead. 

You enter the large building and wait in some room. He remains silent, pensive. You’re summoned and after a time. He fixes your arm to hook through his as you stand before the large doors. 

“Head up,” he girds before you enter. 

They watch you, just as before. You can hear them this time, whispering. You don’t look anywhere but ahead of you. He nods at the more notable guests. You will not doubt be met again with those faces through the night. 

He puts you ahead of him to climb onto the platform where the bride and groom’s table stands. He follows closely. He pulls a chair out but puts his hand to your back so you cannot sit. He sidles behind you. Instead, he sits with you, lifting you into his lap. 

You quiver again. Humiliation surges through you. This is his show of victory. He boasting. No, you will not just be beside him, you are his.  

[youronebraincell]

I am living for Hayley Atwell's responses to the homophobic trolls in her comments😌😌