Day 4: “The Things You Do Aren’t Good For My Health”. Red/Berlin

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Day 5: “Come on Closer”. Raymond Reddington/Donald Ressler.

Look at Donnie’s smile! At that time Donald was smiling yet.

i'll find my way back to you

day 1: “when i first saw you”

the scene which made you fall in love with your ship/the first scene your faves meet each other.

i had been a passive viewer of the show right up to this point. this is the scene that had me. the second beginning of elizabeth following her heart, and against all odds, it leading her back to the one man she loved. soulmates is what they are.

Good morning, fellas, and let’s roll!

Day 2: “Damn Your Eyes”

Is it a stolen glance, seductive gaze, or shameless stare which makes your heart beat faster?

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Day 6: “Whisper My Name”. Raymond Reddington/Berlin

SAY MY NAME

@theblacklistrareshipsweek, Day 4: “I’ll Take Care of You”.

“What happened, Ressler? You can tell me. The second chance is the least you deserve.”

“Don’t be so sure.”

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The Blacklist Rare Ships Week

DAY 2: “Damn, your eyes...”

This is actually what made my heart rate quicken. I’m not even joking! This is the EXACT frame that made butterflies erupt inside my stomach. The second picture is another pic that made my heart flutter.

Look, I know that these are literally the same pics from last time but idgaf. This is all we have of this beautiful pairing!

I will def draw artwork for RayAnne by the end of the week for my fellow shippers so we don’t have to fixate everything on that one masterpiece that is the first picture! I probably will draw a minimalist piece of them bird-watching or something like that. Or maybe them walking in Central Park. Who knows? All I know is that I cannot continue to reuse the same images, haha.

Day One: When I first saw [You] Reddington

A/N Jumping in on day one for the “TBL Rare ships week”, despite the fact that I’m already two days late XD I’ll have to get cracking to catch up!  _____ I wanted to punch him! Nothing has ever brought me to that level of sheer ferocity than the day I met Raymond Reddington.

After breaking into the building, my team and I had carefully picked our way down the dark passages. The tunnels had been hot and humid in the Vietnamese Jungles. We’d met with some trouble on our way through, and my team and I got separated in what I could only describe as a damned labyrinth.

By sheer luck I’d burst into his room. Decorated in soft cream panels, tasteful silk sheets on the four poster bed, and a deep red carpet. I was baffled that such a room could exist in the grimy tunnels I’d just left. But I’d quickly recovered and aimed my gun, the thrill of having him in my sights almost making my hands tremble. To this day I regret not firing immediately. 

“FBI!”

He spared me a lazy glance over his $1000 sunglasses, a bubbling glass of champagne still in hand and a look of utter bemusement on his face. Curious yet half-way uninterested at the same time. Like a peculiar bug which had stumbled onto his plate, but not into the caviar just yet.

“Get on the ground!” I’d yelled, gun aimed at his head. My team had gotten pinned down somewhere, chances that they would even get here in time would be a miracle in of itself. Dembe, dour and serious, had pulled out his own gun, pinned in turn on me, but a casual wave of Reddington’s hand had most likely prevented him from blowing my head off.

“Ah,” Raymond had said, taking a long sip of champagne, “Another dog sent to chase me, let’s hope this one can keep up.”

I would, I always would, but catching him would prove impossible. I hadn’t known that yet.

The flash of anger had me almost baring my teeth. “Get your ass on the ground, Reddington!”

As a response he’d chuckled, and I could see it for what it was. A dismissive action meant to make me feel small and worthless next to him and his posse. “Agent Donald Ressler, is it?” he’d asked, clear disdain in his voice. Like plucking the words up with tweezers to prevent himself from touching them.

I wasn’t surprised he knew me. But I didn’t like the look in his eyes.

“You have a lot to learn.” And the world exploded.

Many years has passed since that first day. Part of me still hates everything that he is, from that hated suit and hat, to that quiet composure and his utter disregard for my experience and achievements – like a sour cocktail I have to drink every fucking morning. We work for him now. As lackey’s and hunting dogs, as pathetic and disposable as they sound. But a dog gets some affection from his master. He gets treats and pats and recognition for the work and loyalty he offers.

I get nothing but disdain, eyerolls, cutdowns, insults and sneers.

I hate that it’s so, but mostly I hate that I care. Hate that every time he does acknowledge my achievements and good deeds, I preen like a good dog, I wag my tail and I want to reach up to his face and do something completely different than punch.

This morning starts not so good for Donnie…

But we’re hoping yours is amazing ;)

Day 7: “Crazy in Love”. Donald Ressler/fake!Liz

К0гда с имп0стер0м химии б0льше, чем с 0ригинальн0й гер0иней. Да чт0 там, к0гда у актрисы-имп0стера б0льше 0баяния, чем у Б00н.