Day 8. Admin Got Loose.

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Something to set your creative mood for the day by our glorious host, @yddraigwyllt​

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Samar/punching bag

Punch, punch, punch!

Inhale, exhale, inhale again: small fists throw punches into the bag full of sand; the bag spins, the chain rattles, echoing all over the empty gym this early morning.

Punch, punch, punch!

Inhale, exhale—Samar lets a shallow breath, but her lips curve in a wide smile: she’s in a perfect shape, and she knows it. No one in a whole unit cannot compete with her—not now, not ever. 

Punch, punch, punch!

She throws her hair back, straightens her shoulders, and wraps fingers of her right hand around the wrist of the left one. She smiles—she almost smells the hot sand of Negev, sweat, and gunpowder. 

When the time comes, she will be ready to kick the ISIS’ ass.

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

TBLRSW Day 2: "Damn Your Eyes"

Red/Cooper

@theblacklistrareshipsweek

Day 8, Bonus Day

Ugh. Look at these two: Thomas Vincent Keen and Special Agent Donald Ressler. They're like two magnificent, sexy beasts, seemingly always at odds. Forever enemies, never friends. Constantly in heat.

Sometimes circumstances create unexpected alliances. The notorious blacklister Karakurt had to be delivered safely to testify in court. Along the way, he had to be kept from the clutches of another blacklister, Matias Solomon. Holed up in Harold Cooper's woodland cabin, the tiger and the lion were forced to team up when Mr. Solomon brought a heavily armed posse down on them. Just when it appeared they had failed, and Tom was throwing his usual witty insults at Donald, Cooper got the jump on Solomon and the good guys were once more in control -- after Tom talked Donald down from executing Solomon right there on the spot.

Thus, it appears even two men who, on the surface hate the mere sight of the other, can sometimes work together. Hell, sometimes they might even like each other for a minute. #Tessler

(Gifs are not mine. All credit to the original gif artist/s.)

#donald ressler #tom keen #tessler truce #the blacklist rare ships week #TBLRSW

TBLRSW Day 4: "The Things You Do Aren't Good For My Health" or "I'll Take Care Of You"

Red/Cooper

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.

The very first one. It’s hard to remember exactly what I thought the first time through, but I started watching when S2 was about halfway through airing, and I had heard a rumour that Ryan’s character was more than he appeared. I didn’t know what that meant (I think my earliest theory was actually CIA), but I’m a sucker for badasses in domestic scenes. They’re just so normal here… until  you get to know them. That’s when you see the little things like the way that Tom easily lifts Liz’s badge or that neither of them are at all bothered by the fact that there’s a chopper to pick her up.They’re efficient and in sync with each other. They were a team and worked well together even before the bomb dropped about Tom’s identity. 

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

Alcohol isn’t good for health.

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.

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.

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Day 4, "The Things You Do Aren't Good For My Health"

Before they agreed to team up and fight Matias Solomon and his army of goons, Tom had to go and point a rifle at Donald. Silly Tom! Donnie don't play those kinds of games! #Tessler

#tom keen #donald ressler #tessler tusslin' #the blacklist rare ships week #TBLRSW

Day 3. “Hands All Over”, Resslington. Partially whump, but everyone’s seen the show, eh?