*takes A Speaker* Homeland Must Know Its Heroes!

Good morning, fellas, and let’s roll!

Day 5: “Come On Closer” 

Are your favs social distancing these days? Or is it, “Personal space? What space?”

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WE TRACK: #the blacklist rare ships week, #TBLRSW (#tblrsw).

Since Tumblr sometimes is being, well, Tumblr, here is the separate post for you to have easier access both from desktop and Tumblr mobile app.

Have fun creating, and see you on April, 4th!

Day 1: “When I First Saw You”

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

Day 2: “Damn Your Eyes”

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

Day 3: “Hands All Over”

They hold hands? Their fingers brush for an instant? Or they are hungry for touch?

Day 4: “The Things You Do Aren’t Good For My Health” or “I’ll Take Care of You”

Whump moments with your favs. If that’s not you jam, alternatively, you may show us the moments they care about each other.

Day 5: “Come on Closer”

Are your favs social distancing these days? Or is it, “ Personal space? What space?”

Day 6: “Nectar Like Lips”// “Whisper My Name”

Did they kiss? They are about to kiss? They are on first-name basis? Their interactions give you tingles?

Day 7: “Crazy in Love”

Tell us what they mean to you, and why you ship them. Use a song, quote, or any scene you think sheds a light on the essence of their relationship.

Bonus day: Free Theme

Anything which pops into your head. Or a daily theme you’d like to repeat once again.

Good morning, fellas, and let’s roll!

Bonus Day: Free Theme

Anything which pops into your head. Or a daily theme you’d like to repeat once again.

Confused? Brush up your memory here: FAQs|Guidelines|Daily Themes|Ship Ideas|

WE TRACK: #the blacklist rare ships week, #TBLRSW (#tblrsw).

Bonus day: Free Theme (Worth more than that)

A/N I couldn’t think up something for Crazy Love, so I just jumped ahead to the free theme and went with ‘worth’ XD I’m not getting full marks! But I hope you all enjoy! ______ Today is a bad day. He feels drained and sick, he should go home, but all he can think about is asking Red if it would be alright to hold him for a while.

He barely understands how it happened.

How Red, criminal, murderer and possible mad-man, snared Donald into his jagged-claw-hands, plucking him over the edge of sanity to stumble straight into that consuming darkness and by extension, into his bed.

It’s not entirely surprising on his part. He’s always had a strange attraction for the man – something he’d tried to hide under veils of snark and sarcasm. But to have Red act on it so… passionately, so intensely has always surprised him.

He still works for the FBI, chasing criminals down like a rabid dog, breaking them down in the confines of the interrogation room, or slamming the doors shut on their cages. But at night, when pale moonlight guides his way, he glides unsteadily into Red’s new luxury apartment, cabin or hotel room, and straight into his arms. They are always frantic. Hands grabbing and gripping on clothes and skin, mouths desperate and wild. Sometimes he believes if he lets go for even a breath, it will suddenly slip away and he’ll never be able to catch it again.

But he has reason to feel like this. Because he knows it can – and it will. Red has no reason to keep him around, no reason to truly care.

Donald is the definition of a convenient fuck.

He sometimes feels like a stray cat Red has decided to give food to when he knocks on the door. There is no reason for Red to keep giving him anything beyond basic affection. Yet he finds himself hungering for it, to the point that his stomach aches at the thought that one-day he will knock and Red will be gone.

So, he treads carefully, hoping to keep the inevitable at bay for as long as possible. He just has to stick to the rules.

He is only allowed to visit during certain hours of the day (8-12 pm at night) – certain days in the week (Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday). He is never allowed to touch Red on his back, and he is never allowed to stay the night. That last one stings, leaving him gaping and bleeding when he prods at the wound too long. Donald likes to hold people. Enjoys the feel of their skin against his, their breath over his face, their warmth seeping into his own. But once they are finished, Red stands, kisses him on the cheek and gives him the privacy to get dressed and leave.

He wishes he was worth more than that.

Today is a bad day. Three agents dead and all because he made the wrong call. Cooper has told him to go home, Liz gave up hours ago trying to coax him out for a drink and all Donald can think about is to visit Red, and hold him until this feeling of absolute agony leaves him.

He’s not supposed to. It’s Friday, Red is busy, he can go tomorrow.

But his feet decide for him, his hands in cahoots with his legs. They guide the car without much consent to the street he longs to be. And before he knows it, he is standing outside Red’s door, hand hovering over the dark wood.

You can’t risk angering him, he knows this, knows it in his bones. Their ‘relationship’ is made up solely of convenience and contract, if he breaks it Red can shut him out. He will stop giving the cat its food. And Donald will starve.

His hand lowers. How the hell has he gotten into the mess? When had he become so desperate for the kindness of a criminal?

When you fell in love with him.

The realization is not surprising or rightfully new, but the clarity of it sends a spring of tears into his eyes, making his breath shudder. Idiot. You’re a fucking idiot.

He turns and storms down to his car. Jumping in he drives back home at some speed. He got himself into this, he’ll get himself out. It won’t be hard, he’s done it before, and he’s seen himself through tougher times than this.

At home he rips open the door only to slam it, drops the keys in the bowl, rips off his jacket and pulls out the phone Red gave him at the start of this thing. He won’t be needing it anymore –

“Ah! Donald!”

He freezes, in the kitchen on his way to the trash. Red is standing in the living room, jacket removed, smiling with a glass of brandy in hand. Donald has no words; speech having fled into ether. Red takes a languid sip and walks closer, “I heard what happened today,” taking a final sip he places the glass on the counter and reaches up, “I thought you might want some company?” to touch his shoulders, to touch his face, and finally to kiss him softly.

Donald feels the air rush out of him in a pained gasp, and before he can think, he’s buried into Red’s shoulder, biting back loud sobs. He half-way expects Red to push him away, to hold him for a moment and then pick up his brandy again, but he doesn’t. He holds on, whispering soothing words into his ear, which seem to pierce straight into his soul.

Donald holds on, breathes him in, and lets the agony his worries seep out of him - at least for today.

Good morning, fellas, and let’s roll!

Day 3: “Hands All Over” 

They hold hands? Their fingers brush for an instant? Or they are hungry for touch?

Confused? Brush up your memory here: FAQs|Guidelines|Daily Themes|Ship Ideas|

WE TRACK: #the blacklist rare ships week, #TBLRSW (#tblrsw).

Out of turn, or when one of the admins overuses Photoshop xD

Gay vibes aka Homosexual tendencies

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.

@theblacklistrareshipsweek

Day 3, "Hands All Over"

Red had to give emergency medical aid to Ressler in Anslo Garrick which involved a lot of touching. But these two find excuses for physical touch throughout their relationship. Whether it's slapping on handcuffs, a pat on the shoulder, gentle care or a full-body hug, our #Resslington pair just seem to get more touchy as the years roll by.

I had to!

(Not my gifs. Credit to the original gif artist/s.)

#donald ressler #raymond reddington #resslington #the blacklist rare ships week #TBLRSW

Good morning, fellas, and let’s roll!

Day 6: Nectar Like Lips”// “Whisper My Name”

Did they kiss? They are about to kiss? They are on first-name basis? Their interactions give you tingles?

Confused? Brush up your memory here: FAQs|Guidelines|Daily Themes|Ship Ideas|

WE TRACK: #the blacklist rare ships week, #TBLRSW (#tblrsw).

Day 7: “Crazy in Love”