WE'RE NEVER FREE .

an indie ILSA FAUST from mission: impossible written by MARTY

[nevrfree-blog]

once again: i cannot fuckin juggle blogs, so i’m moving ilsa to my multi over at @martychars ! 

[withextra]

THE HOUR SERIES ONE sentence meme. feel free to change context/pronouns/etc as necessary.

Next time do it yourself, I am not your secretary.

Please, the details of your love life do not interest me at all.

I do love a man who plans.

It’s everything we’ve been waiting for.

Stay and have a drink with me?

Is this some kind of joke? 

One needs to find tiny acts of rebellion where one can.

They will kill me if they know I’m talking to you.

What is it about you men? You always need a tiny corner where we can’t quite reach you.

You work twice as hard as any man and none is half as good as you.

It is true, I am asking myself why I am doing this. Especially as it is you who should be apologising to me. But that’s what you do when you believe in someone.

There’s only ever been you.

There’s only ever been you. And you’re not even that nice.

You want to be oh so independent, but you just can’t quite cut it alone.

Is that your idea of an apology? 

I want to hear you say it.

It’s all gone horribly wrong.

You did it on purpose, didn’t you?

Why are you lying to me?

You don’t like me, do you?

You know that a subscription to Marvel’s All-True Crime doesn’t make you a real detective?

Don’t send me back.

Why are you being such a child?

I see we are being watched.

Is he good-looking, do you think? Would you classify that as a good-looking face?

I won’t actually have to hold a gun, will I?

Perhaps it needs the likes of you and I to shake things up a bit.

You should have bloody cared. 

Let me come with you.

Just say if you want this.

I know you know something. Something you’re not telling me.

You don’t know what you’ve got yourself into.

I’m not here to hurt you.

I just need someone to tell me the truth.

You are jealous, aren’t you?

We might never get a week like this again.

There are no lifetime guarantees.

The only person you can really trust is yourself.

Are you in trouble?

Whatever you know, whatever you’ve seen, just forget it

May I say how exceptionally beautiful you look tonight?

Now, I know you say that to all the girls.

I like you like this. I like you even more.

Do you love him?

You’re different with him.

I hope you sleep better tonight.

How brave you are.

We’re not all as brave as you are.

I do like you very much. You’re such fun.

It’s only what anyone would have done.

I never thought your ambition would compromise your integrity.

You’ve got to grab it while you can.

I used to think the worst possible thing would be to be like you.

I can never live so lightly. It all matters too much to me.

It all matters very much to me, I just don’t let my face show that.

Why can’t we do what the hell we like? 

Well, I am going to do exactly what I like and to hell with the rest of them.

All my life, I’ve been a man of peace.

I suppose there are worse ways to go.

You patronising bastard.

Do you have any idea what you are risking here?

I’ve thought often of what a disappointment I must have been to you.

What if we left now? What if we just went? You and me.

Do you trust me?

I’d never betray you.

I hate you.

[nevrfree-blog]

wickedrest‌ / lucifer.

a small smirk, “ oh, you’re not? terrible shame, you were doing very good, really. like a regular socialite. well, don’t keep the devil in suspense, what did you come here for? if not for my impeccable company. “ 

     ‘ I’m trying to find somebody. An old colleague. I was told he’s a regular here. ’ She supposes she can see the appeal, in some way. There are certainly worse places to waste both your time and your money around here. ‘ It’s rather time sensitive. I don’t suppose you know him? Goes by Bertie, early forties, white hair, little paranoid? ’ 

[nevrfree-blog]

i forgot to add this to my blog earlier so i’m adding it now but, as a heads up: ilsa goes by an alias 99% of the time, and it’s totally cool if you just wanna have yr char call her by literally any (Not Ilsa) name in interactions if one hasn’t already been established.

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wickedrest‌ / lucifer.

“ your hope may be a tad bit misplaced, i’m afraid. still, i fail to see talking with me as wasting time. a bit more like…recycling time, eh? “ 

     ‘ I meant what I said. ’ Not to mention that the concept of recycling time doesn’t make much sense. Ilsa thinks he knows that, though. It’s probably why he said it. ‘ I didn’t come here in order to socialise. ’ 

[nevrfree-blog]

" I’m sorry, but who exactly put you in charge? " - big rose energy right here

meme. ( accepting. )

     ‘ That isn’t important. ’ That is to say: she put herself in charge. It’s a habit --- not to mention quite useful in her line of work. Ilsa won’t apologise. Primarily because she isn’t sorry. You don’t get anything you want, anything you need, unless you make it happen yourself. ‘ I just need you to do as you’re told. ’ 

[faustilsa]

Rebecca Ferguson as Ilsa Faust  in ‘’ Mission: Impossible - Rogue Nation & Fallout “

“If I could choose a dress or leathers, it would be leathers every time.”

[nevrfree-blog]

@astrificare. ( sc / accepting. )

     ❮ This is a limited time offer. Once I leave, you’re on your own, whatever that entails. Help me, and I will help you. ❯

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@wickedrest. ( sc / accepting. )

     ‘ Mr Morningstar, I do hope you’re not wasting my time intentionally. ’ 

[diantos]

Ilsa Faust + killer thighs move in Mission: Impossible - Rogue Nation (2015)

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astrificare‌ / jess.

CONT. / @nevrfree

        ❝ aren’t we always? ❞ they do what they’re told, they don’t question, and they put their faith in the fact that somewhere, someone knows what this is all for. someone has a mission, and a belief. the problem is…most of the time, they don’t. jess believes in her job, and she believes it’s keeping people safe, but there are people with power in their hands who just want more of it, and will use the intelligence service to get it. it’s a game, and it’s not weighted in favour of the lowly intelligence officer. jess does not believe in them.

        ❝ it’s always one of two things: power or money. everything boils down to that in the end. we’ve just got to trace it to someone. ❞

     Someone. That’s where it gets dangerous, isn’t it? Ilsa knows better than anybody that, in such large affairs as these, that someone could quite easily be the person you’re meant to be trusting. Everything is connected and everyone is crooked --- the likes of Atlee should be the exception, and maybe they are, but they still feel like they’re the rule. So she won’t trust anyone. Including Jess, here, to a degree. Nothing personal. That’s just the job. 

     ‘ Then we should focus on the Ghost, and not Peel. We have to talk to her. And hope that whatever Polastri did to make her cooperate still holds. Are you thinking the same? ’ 

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@travelledtime ( sc / accepting. )

     ‘ Standard issue, ’ she frowns, pulling her arm --- and more importantly her vortex manipulator --- away from him. She holds it to her chest a moment later. ‘ You know your time travel. But you’re not one of us. ’ 

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All we’re doing here is putting sticking plasters on gaping wounds. / jess

meme. ( accepting. )

     ‘ We’re doing what we are told. ’ The raised brows, here, say everything. There’s something going on upstairs, something strange, something not altogether right. But, then again, there always is. Ilsa knows how this game is played. So does Jess, even if she doesn’t want to admit it. The higher up you go, the more crooked and less caring it gets. ‘ We should figure out why. Then we fix the wound. ’ 

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                        You see, there really is no choice, Ilsa. You're going back.

[sankta-zoyas]

torchwood (series 1) starters 

If I get punched again, I’m punching him right back. 

CSI Cardiff, I’d like to see that. They’d be measuring the velocity of a kebab. 

I was working on a punchline. I’d have got there, but it would’ve been good. 

I’m getting tired of following you.

I show you something fantastic, you find fault. 

Bog standard space debris. That’s a technical term. 

Hey! Sometimes a little technobabble is good for the soul. 

Still here? Everybody else is off doing whatever it is they do when they’re not here.

I’m not going to hurt you. I’m going to bloody kill you. 

Some things you’re just better off not knowing.

Sometimes, in order to save what we love, we have to risk losing it.

You’ve ruined everything now! 

Haven’t you ever loved anyone?

You need to figure out whose side you’re on here, because if you don’t know, you’re not going to make it out of this alive.

One day, I’ll have the chance to save you, and I’ll watch you suffer and die.

There’s always something left to lose. 

You like to think you’re a hero, but you’re the biggest monster of all. 

Why do you keep doubting me? 

See, to my mind, that was a good kiss. It was borderline great. So good in fact, you’ve been avoiding me ever since. 

Call me suspicious, but this has all the hallmarks of a trap. 

I haven’t met a cell yet I couldn’t get out of.

Don’t you ever wonder how long you can survive before you go mad, or get killed, or lose a loved one?

It’s worth the risk to protect people. 

Sometimes I think even that stick up your arse has got a stick up its arse.

Thanks for that rambling trip to nowhere.

You do something unbelievably brave and sexy, I have to kiss you. I don’t make the rules. 

What do bosses do in situations like these? You know, regular bosses. 

She was good at murder, too.

You frighten the shit out of me, yeah.

It’s all my fault, isn’t it? Never bloody stops being my fault. 

Of course, bananas are far more interesting. 

What do you think you’re playing at? I thought I could trust you to behave. 

What worries me is how easy it seems to be for you to lie to me.

The thing about love is that you’re always at its mercy. 

You can be such a wanker sometimes. Do you know that? 

Do you always know best? Is that what you believe?

I’m lost enough here without you holding back on me.

I’m sorry, but who exactly put you in charge?

Okay, we’ll play it your way. Safe and boring. 

I just think you should live every night like it’s your last. 

I was aiming for your shoulder.

I thought telepathy would get you to make me a cuppa. 

So are we going to sit around crying into our lattes, or are we going to do something about it?

Excuse me? Hi. Any time you feel like talking sense. 

I’ve seen you use that smile on a lot of people. The smile you use to reassure people when deep down you know everything’s going to shit.

All we’re doing here is putting sticking plasters on gaping wounds. 

So I guess this is goodbye. Good luck with the end of the world.

There’s gotta be something you can do, otherwise what’s the fucking point of you?