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driftershunt · 1 day
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Tom Cruise on the set of Mission: Impossible 8 in Paris!
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iinsawdious · 10 months
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snovyda · 10 months
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"[Benji is] the only character in the whole franchise that can yell at Ethan. And Ethan actually listens, you know? Whenever Benji yells, Ethan kind of goes all quiet and it makes me laugh so much."
- Simon Pegg on Benji Dunn and his role in the team
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sluttyhenley · 10 months
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running in missions since 1996
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atwellfilm · 6 months
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HAYLEY ATWELL IS GRACE in Mission: Impossible - Dead Reckoning [2023]
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redbelles · 1 year
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MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE - ROGUE NATION + letterboxd reviews ↳ insp. & insp.
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callsignmav · 27 days
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MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE - GHOST PROTOCOL (2011) MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE - ROGUE NATION (2015)
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albaharu · 9 months
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i think she should wear it always (x)
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all-that-jazz-93 · 14 days
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Y'all practical effects bitches are really sleeping on the Mission: Impossible movies.
"Oh everything is CGI these days!" Mission: Impossible uses practical effects whenever it's safe to do so, and their definition of safe is incredibly skewed because Tom Cruise is, frankly, batshit insane.
The man refuses to use stunt doubles because he insists the audience can tell when it's not him. He's apparently one of the best stunt drivers in the world. He drove up a cliff and skidded to a stop right on the edge for real in Dead Reckoning. He got a fucking helicopter license and spent like three years training for the climactic scene in Fallout.
Most of the helicopter chase in Fallout was real. The midair oxygen-tank swap in that movie was also real. They practiced for it in a wind tunnel and then did the real thing in freefall.
When Tom Cruise dies, it's either going to be because he realized Scientology was a crock and tried to get out and they fucking killed him (highly unlikely that he'll ever come to that realization), or because his luck finally ran out while filming a stunt for a Mission: Impossible movie (significantly more likely).
Seriously, if you have the blu-rays of any of these movies, I strongly encourage you to watch them with the director's commentaries. Especially the ones directed by Christopher McQuarrie. That man has an almost pathological distaste for CGI (and when they do have to use it, he's incredibly respectful and complimentary of the people who do the special effects).
Do yourself a favor and watch these movies. They're not just kitschy action flicks. They're kitschy action flicks with a metric fuckton of practical effects, and a production team that really cares about the stories they're crafting.
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dhsyweirdo · 9 months
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OMG [SCREAMING]
YES ETHAN LOVES BENJI OBVIOUSLY.
WE ALL LOVE BENJI Soooooooo MUCH.
I love Tom just can't stop himself to reassure Simon that Ethan loves Benji too, I mean, obviously !!!
—— 20230629 Mission: Impossible – Dead Reckoning Pt.1 Press Conference in Korea ——
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ilsaethan · 1 year
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chris mcquarrie: i'm like, we're shooting this action scene and you're running and you're getting out of here... it's like, i don't have time for the shoes. and [tom] was like "the shoes are essential. it's part of the date. she's gotta take her shoes off."
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sluttyhenley · 7 months
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It's my first time in Venice.
MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE - DEAD RECKONING (2023)
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atwellfilm · 2 months
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The scene where Ethan asks Grace if she trusts him and she shakes her head no and then corrects herself by shaking her head indicating that yes, she trusts him, was Hayley's mistake.
She was tired from all the effort required for the train scene sequence. And Hayley was actually very scared while recording the scene.
FILM: MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE - DEAD RECKONING
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redbelles · 1 year
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MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE — FALLOUT dir. Christopher McQuarrie
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mitchellpete · 9 months
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summary: Ethan has been gone more frequently. You try to cherish the sleepy morning with him.
pairing: ethan hunt x gn!reader
tags/warnings: established relationship, you don’t know ethan’s an imf agent, mild angst, mostly fluff, cuddles and kisses, very light suggestiveness
word count: 1162
dedicated to @kyber-crystal!
A sigh of content against your shoulder.
Having already been on the verge of awakening, Ethan’s lips on your skin seal the deal. The sunlight is hard on your eyes, your lids heavy with sleep. Eyelashes flutter against your undereyes, and then you’re staring straight at the light seeping in through the curtains, and your eyes close again.
Behind you, Ethan notices you’ve awakened, and the tight grip around your waist loosens just enough for him to tilt you towards him. You lazily help roll yourself over, his scent making you hum in delight. He’s shirtless; had gotten into bed after a fresh shower the night before. Home late from whatever they had him doing at work. It was getting a bit sad, frankly, having to pretend he was in bed with you by hugging his pillow. It was the only way you could get yourself to sleep without him lately; that and the fact that he would slip into bed eventually. Sometimes it was just an hour later, but sometimes it wasn’t until morning. 
It ashamed you to say, but this had pushed you over the edge a few days ago. You were doing laundry, separating the colors from the whites, and, while looking down at the clothes, realized most of it was yours. One pair of his pants, a pair of his socks and three of his shirts. One of them had been worn by you. A tear had slipped down your cheek before you could even process it. Why wasn’t he here?
He was so perfect to you. You couldn’t possibly keep asking him. He was at work. Studying, learning, providing for the department. He couldn’t always be home. 
But when he was home..
It was a struggle between wanting to appreciate it, and remembering that he was going to leave eventually. And who knows if he’d take longer to return the next time?
The thought crosses your mind when you meet his eyes. They’re glossy with sleep, a gentle smile on his face as he takes a good look at you in the morning light. 
“Morning.” His voice is raspy, the way you like it. 
“Good morning,” you whisper, bringing a finger up to twirl his hair. The strand lands on his forehead, and he pushes it back into place with a chuckle.
“You sleep okay?” He leans in and pokes your cheek with his nose, arms tightening around your frame again.
Scooting closer, you stretch in his grip, ridding yourself of the knots in your body. And then you sink into his warmth, and nothing has ever been more perfect. Hands sneak around his waist, nails lightly raking his back. “Better than okay, actually.” 
He grins; likes your touch. “That so?”
Your forehead against his clavicle, you close your eyes again and nod with a smile. “It’s been a while.”
His fingers weave between your hair. “Since?”
You frown. You’re torn again. You immediately wonder if he’s bound to get up any time soon. If you won’t see him until the following morning, after he’d slipped into bed at 3AM again. Swallowing hard, you think maybe the warm and sleepy circumstances will make for an easy conversation. You think maybe he’ll give you the reassurance you very desperately need, and then you’ll go back to sleep and spend the day together. If only.
“I just missed waking up with you. Like this.”
For a moment, silence. You shift a little to ease it, moving downward so that you can lean your cheek on his chest.
Ethan doesn’t overcomplicate things. Never has, never will. “I know, I’m sorry,” he says quietly, pressing two kisses to your head. 
You exhale, having expected a more elaborate response, but anything from Ethan is always more than enough. Because, even hardly around, there’s nothing he’s better at than making you feel okay. Safe. Comforted. 
Missing him is a pain. But he’s yours. It’s your body he wraps himself around every night. You’re never going to doubt his loyalty to you. 
And he shouldn’t ever doubt yours, either.
“It’s okay,” you mumble against his pec, lips meeting his warm skin. 
He knows, though. Can read you better than anybody. And he’s most likely been in a tight spot, probably overworking himself. Your finger bumps into a spot on his back, and he winces. Definitely overworking himself. It’s alright with you, if he hadn’t noticed. You haven’t exactly communicated the problem. Haven’t told him how lonely you are without him. Don’t want him worrying about you at work. 
Ethan takes your chin between his fingers; gently lifts your face from his chest to meet your eyes. You sink into his gaze, into his pretty green orbs. He leans in then, soft lips pressing against yours. You feel like you’re melting as he kisses you. It’s soft and slow, and wet. It’s always so good it makes you moan. He shudders when he hears you. 
Strands of his hair fall to his forehead as he leans into you, kissing you like he’s doing it for the first time. Seeing what works, what doesn’t. But he knows you. You feel yourself sinking deeper and deeper into the mattress, like you’re becoming one with it. 
You whimper against his mouth, a sound delicious to his ears, and he pulls away to look down at you. 
You lean up to peck his lips one, two, three more times, and cup your hand around his cheek. 
He grabs your wrist; brings your hand to his lips for a kiss there too. 
“I’m sorry,” he whispers again.
You blink slowly, hazy from his kisses. Wanting to be engulfed in his warmth again. You pull him down from the back of his neck, and half of his body ends up on top of you. His weight feels nice, his heat returning. 
“Why do you take so long to come home?” you blurt out, voice soft. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, leaning to meet his lips again.
He kisses you back eagerly, and then trails his mouth down your jaw. “There’s so much I want to tell you.” Lips against your neck. “And I—” A kiss. “—I promise that one day this’ll all make sense.”
A small, lazy bite to your skin. A dirty moan escapes you, and he shudders again. “Those noises,” he whispers.
“I trust you,” you assure him, fingers toying with the back of his hair. “I just want to sleep in with you more often.”
He grins again. “I will most definitely arrange that, actually.”
“Good.” 
Your grip on the back of his neck brings him closer, his face planting on your chest. He melts into you this time, strong arms wrapping around your torso as he makes himself comfortable. The sheets are tangled between your bodies, but you’re warm enough without them; Ethan’s body doing all the work. The position lulls the both of you to sleep again in the late morning.
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obisamya · 7 months
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POM KLEMENTIEFF as PARIS Mission: Impossible - Dead Reckoning Part One (2023)
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