#ANYWAYS LOOK AT DEMB

[elderwisp]

#LITERALLY GNAWING ON MY ENCLOSURE (my keyboard) #I WAITED TO SHOW THIS TO EVERYONE BC THE QUEUE BUT OMG EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING WANTED TO POST IT AS SOON AS I FINISHED EDITING IT #I ALSO DISCOVERED THE NEUTRALS TAB IN SELECTIVE COLORS #WHY THE FUCK HAVE I NOT BEEN USING THAT TAB OMFG I #ANYWAYS LOOK AT DEMB #2/3 members of Valentina #UGH #gum did gabriels makeup and picked his clothes for him she was like “it's for the vibe 🤌🏿” #oc: gum #oc: gabriel #show us your sims #show your sims #ts4 #simblr #sims 4 #my sims #Spotify

[writingbyshiloh]

Hi Shiloh ☺️

Everytime I get to type a message/request for you I smile like an idiot.But anyways can I request prompt 2 for Red

Please and Thank You in advance love❤️

ANYTHING FOR YOU SORAYA!!!! Request any Reddington content u wish!!!! Tagged all the Reddington fans at the bottom

CW: Flying, Pilot!Reader. All pilot references/knowledge is from Google so may not be accurate. Not beted. It took me almost 3 hours to write this so I lost all motivation to edit.

Prompt: 2. Giving them a shoulder message when they won’t leave whatever they’re working on

You kept looking at the digital clock in the cockpit. For flights longer than 10 hours, Dembe steps in to give you a break. You had 8 hours on then Dembe would cover you for 4 hours before you took over the final four hours of the flight. You were alert the whole time you were in the pilot seat, able to shower and sleep once on land in whatever destination Reddington wanted. Dembe got to keep his flight skills sharp. 

“Go on break.” A soft vogue cuts through your thoughts. You nod, shifting in your seat to stand and stretch, filling Dembe in on any important notes during your time in the air so far. 

“How is he?” you didn't need to specify who you were talking about. It is only the three of you on board. 

“Stressed.” 

You nod in understanding before going to the cabin of the jet. On break you try to nap, stretch out your limbs, and watch some TV if time permitted. Another chunk of your time is filled with Reddington asking you about what you watching and listening to you in earnest. Sometimes lightheartedly poking holes in the plot or pointing out the setups for plot twists. 

You place your hands on the back of the seats keeping your balance as you make your way to the small couch. 

“Hello, sweetheart.” Reddingtons deep voice caught your attention before you reached your destination. 

“Hey!” You moved a bit quicker down the seats.

“How are the skies?” 

You place your hand on the back of his seat, trying to sneak a peak from the windows, met with more gray. The table in front of him is covered with pieces of paper, pens, a phone, and a drink, while his suit jacket was on the chair across the aisle. 

“Cloudy, but better weather when we land.” 

Trying to get more of a view from the windows, you move your hand further on the seat in front of you landing on Reddington's shoulder. 

You expect him to freeze or gently remove your hand. What you don't expect is for him to lean into your touch, head tipped back on the seat, eyes closed. 

Now standing fully behind his set, you adjust your hands to get a better grip on his shoulder. Thumbs pressed deep into his upper shoulders before moving closer to his neck, and back again. You didn't really know what you were doing, basing your moves on his responses rather than any actual knowledge. 

The jet was comfortable, but if he was hunched over a table for eight hours you could understand the pain. 

“You may have chosen the wrong career.” He says voice soft. You try not to laugh. 

“I’m sure I’m a better pilot than a masseuse.” 

His head was tipped back to look at you.

“Are you saying I’m naturally gifted at giving massages, or I’m an awful pilot?” you tease. 

“The former. Although there was that one landing, in Switzerland?” 

You remove your hands from his shoulders. 

“Ha-ha. Very funny.”

(Dm to be added or removed), @soraya-daydreamsreams, @horrorqueen22, @wild-rose-35, @anonymoussherlockandmarvelgeek, @zombieskullxz, @rhepworth, @fanficismydrug, @navs-bhat, ( @btsjiminsthings, @emilynissangtr these r the people who liked the post about the tag list but didn't officially comment! just dm if you wish to be removed!!)

#Raymond Reddington fan fic #raymond reddington x you #raymond reddington x reader #the blacklist x reader #soraya daydreams

[meetmeatthecoda]

(I just wanted to send you a little Lizzington gif to make you smile but then this gifset popped up in Gif search engine and I couldn't help myself because, at the risk of sounding immodest, I love how it turned out and especially this gif because the mental image of Red making Agnes her favorite waffles and of a distraught Agnes asking her mommy where Reddy is the next morning, prompting Liz to call Dembe, find out that Red is missing and go Protecc™️ Mode immediately... and of Red, as a result, waking up already with Liz and Dembe by his side... warms my heart to this day 🥺🥰🥺)

My friend!! 😍 Omg, you wanted to send me a Lizzington gif to make me smile?! 🥲😭🥺 How are you the sweetest thing??? And it's absolutely NOT immodest to send a gif from your own set, bc of course you're 1000% right that it turned out amazing & hey, if the shoe fits... 😏😏 AND OFC Red making waffles is the most pure & blessed mental image there is, as well as such a fandom-wide headcanon cause pancakes are obviously A No & alsooo we all know that Red will slip extra chocolate chips into Agnes' waffles when Liz isn't looking 🙃🙃🙃 ANYWAY, you definitely accomplished your goal of making me smile with this gif, my friend, thank you so much for going out of your way to share a burst of Lizzington & Agnesgate happiness, I appreciate it so much!! I hope you're doing great in your corner of the world, you have a fabulous day when you see this (I'm sorry for the delay in answering btw!!), & much, much love to you, my dear friend!! ❤️

#The Blacklist #Lizzington #Agnesgate #thoughts #headcanons #friends #gifsets #gifs #mine #ask #ace-of-spaders #this is the sweetest gesture??? #thank you so much my friend!! #i hope you're doing amazing!! #much love to you!! #❤️

[kiss-my-freckle]

Ressler: Some days, I can’t even help myself. How am I supposed to help someone else? Dembe: Maybe that’s the point. I’ve never known you not to be of service when you can be.

Ressler's comment to Dembe had me thinking for a bit. He did a wonderful job helping Lauren and Theodore in season 9. And perhaps that's the point of him sponsoring this addict. If Ressler is stuck between sleep and awake, then maybe this NA member will push him forward the way Ressler helped Lauren move forward. Maybe then we'll finally get a scene of Ressler and Agnes. That's where my head is. The addict in Ressler's shoes, Ressler in Lauren's, and Agnes in Theodore's. I've been predicting a birthday for Agnes anyway.

This is where I place Keenler baby, so I think Ressler’s scenes with the new addict will be extremely important to that reveal. 

That said, Ressler gave the addict water while he had coffee. “All right, dream scenario. We finish our coffee, we hop on my boat. We leave, okay. We never look back. Preferably, we take our clothes off at some point.” Water is for the drug test, coffee is for the pregnancy test.

Water for the drug test...

Ressler: What? I like to hydrate. You know, gingers tend to wrinkle.

Ressler: The drug test came back negative. I’ve been reinstated.

Coffee for the pregnancy test...

Ressler: But, um - The hormonal levels in my readings, they were irregular.

Doctor: What it means is, you were pregnant. 

This should pull back to his boat comments at Liz’s grave. From Agnes baking a cake to red velvet cake pops for her birthday. 

Furthermore, I wonder if The Nowhere Bride will take us back to the Red Wedding. 

Cooper: Damn it, Reddington. Where’s Liz? Red: Circumstances prevent me from sharing more information at this time, Harold.

#Anti-Tom Keen #Anti-Keen2 #Keenler baby theory

[fancycaroline]

Febressuary ~ fanfic prompt ~ “Nice Jeans” / Ressler’s “Heart” Week

(NB: this super mini fic may not be for everyone, but all I’m going to say is that it is no worse than what the show has already subjected us to. Anyways, proceed with caution as you would, but don’t worry about anything worse than what you’ve already seen.)

Between Sleep and Awake

First, a deafening blow that struck with such force, he couldn’t tell where he had been hit. But looking down, he watched as a crimson blotch spread over his heart with the chaotic grace of a carnation in full bloom.

Vaguely, a succession of loud noises registered, muffled as if he was in a fish bowl. Voices became clearer as they approached, “Agent Zuma, Agent Ressler, I specifically told Harold not to let you or anyone in the Task Force follow me here..” A second voice said, “Rehmond, you cahn’t stay here. Weecha, get him out of here, NOW!”

Amidst the blur that permeated his vision, Red’s face came into focus, his eyes full of concern when they took in the bouquet blooming on his chest. His tone became softer, “Donald, don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t relish the idea of being in your debt in perpetuity…”

Suddenly, what had seemed like water all around him drained away instantly and his surroundings came into crystalline focus. The quiet street they had been surveilling gave the misleading impression that it would lead straight to a bridge that towered majestically in the distance, but they were actually far below and away from any significant traffic. Everything had been perfectly still at 4am, when they had arrived, and now, following that brief but explosive skirmish, the street was perfectly still once again. The violent perpetrators lay dead, and Ressler could now clearly see Weecha and Dembe, standing together in quiet tolerance of each other, looking on as Red bent over him.

High above, a ribbon of speckled sky had managed not to get totally crowded out by the tall row houses and mature trees lining the narrow street. The stars sparkled with unusual brightness and one seemed to drift gracefully down toward where the bridge stood and disappeared behind it’s stone arches.

Red was speaking in hushed tones to Dembe and Weecha, when suddenly a silver light all but obscured the bridge and stretched it’s rays to exactly where Ressler lay on the pavement. A luminous figure approached. She stretched out her hand in invitation and Ressler joined her with a warm hug. When they pulled apart Liz smiled up at Ressler and smirked, looking him up and down, “Nice Jeans.”

Ressler chuckled, marking the approval in her eyes, and replied, “You know they’re my favourite, rips and all.”

Liz dropped her gaze, blushing a little and biting her lip, “I never had a chance to tell you, but… they’re my favourite too.”

Ressler’s eyes saddened a little and a couple of pearly tears formed, “I figured we could make up for all those lazy Saturdays we missed out on.” Then it was his turn to look her up and down, saying, “I guess you had the same idea.”

Liz smiled her widest, dimpled smile, which he had loved since the day he had met her, and said, “Where I came from it’s all lazy Saturdays. With no consequences.” She added, a hint of humour playing about her eyes.

They both laughed lightly, neither able to hold back the tears now as they pulled each other close again. Liz rested her palm on Ressler’s cheek and he cupped her head, stroking her hair and letting it run through his fingers. They were speechless for a little while, their intense feelings overwhelming their ability to form coherent thoughts. So they stood their gazing into each other’s face, each drinking in the sight of the other.

Finally, with raw emotion, Ressler managed to utter, “I missed you.” Liz, her face streaked silver with her tears, replied, “I didn’t want this for you. But now, I’m just glad you’re here.” And then their lips met as they melted into each other in a profound kiss, the deep well of their mutual love finally flowing freely between them. Even when the kiss ended, they resisted letting each other go, showering a myriad of tiny kisses, peppered liberally, over their faces, as they gradually grasped the utter joy of finally having this moment together.

By now Red, Weecha and Dembe were deliberating over how best to handle the injured Ressler and the cleanup, and when Red turned around, he bent down, over Ressler’s limp form, “Donald!” He cried in a hushed tone. “Donald!” Dembe approached Red, gently placing a hand on his shoulder, “Rehmond, he’s gone.” Red bowed his head in grief.

Liz and Ressler had turned their heads at the sound of the alarm in Red’s voice, and now they looked on with pity. Liz, shaking off the somber scene, linked her arm with Ressler’s, and said cheerfully, tossing her head in the direction of the light, “Come on. I’ll show you around.”

Ressler’s mood easily rose to meet Liz’s and, without a second look back, he fell in step beside her, curling his arm affectionately around her neck and pulling her in for a loving kiss on the side of her head. Liz shifted her arm to wrap snuggly around him, and they walked together like that, arm in arm, disappearing into the light.

FIN

{Some other renderings of the original sketch, which incidentally, I first shared in this Tweet, where, if you are so inclined, you will see the original inspiration for the drawing. Of course when I saw the prompt “nice jeans”, my muse just went, oh yeah let’s do this. But it also works for Ressler’s “Heart” Week 😭 }

{Another little edit I made for my Tumblr cover page, so I guess I was already kind of formulating this story in my head weeks before I found an opportunity to write it. Actually, I think how the gif turned out made me think of Liz and Ressler being in heaven together. My headcanon is that Liz IS alone, bc Tom went to hell 🤷‍♀️ Anyways, as shitty as losing Liz was for our Keenler hearts, at least we got 9.07.}

~ Thanks for reading. I hope I didn’t ruin anyone’s day with this story. It’s an AU. I’m sure Ressler ain’t goin anywhere the show won’t go…

#febressuary #the blacklist #donald ressler #Keenler #Keenler fanfic #fanfic #fancywrites #fancydraws #fancysketches #fancygifs #fancyscheezballfanstuff #😅 #anti-tom keen

[my-robot-heart]

@fictober-event 2021 | Fandom: The Blacklist- Lizzington

Day 31: "Take me with you." | Rating: T | Warnings: you may find your eyes misting up, or maybe someone is cutting onions.

Happy Halloween! 🎃🦇 Thank you for reading, commenting, liking, and any other encouragement this month 💛 Writing wouldn't be half as fun without people who let you know they're enjoying what you're creating.

It was cold and raining. Red glanced out the window into the quickly darkening evening. He wasn't usually one to identify with the weather, but if you'd asked him to choose what most perfectly matched his current state of emotion, this would be it. Gloomy. He felt gloomy.

He looked over at the small stack of luggage standing by the door. Dembe was supposed to get here in the next half hour and then they would be gone: he would be gone.

He sighed. It was for the best, of course. 'The best'- but whose best? Elizabeth's? Well, of course. There was no longer any doubt in anyone's mind that that had always been his primary focus. Keeping her safe.

(Although, one could argue perhaps that that particular focus had grown to become secondary to this: loving her)

(But, he couldn't think about that right now)

Yes, keeping her safe. He had done this, and most would agree he'd succeeded, until at last he'd come to the realization that the only way to continue to do so was for him to leave. To remove himself from her life and not return.

Whose best? Not his.

He hadn't told her. He hadn't been able to. Instead, he'd taken the cowardly way out and left a note that he expected she would see the next morning, perhaps while having breakfast, and by which time he himself would be far across the ocean. Gloomy.

He'd thought a lot in these past few weeks about an alternate world in which he would have been able to have that conversation with her, and how it would go.

He imagined in that world that she would argue. Would try to convince him to stay.

(And in more than one imagining, he had)

In this world, however, he was a coward. At least when it came to his feelings. And so he left the note, and would let her have her reaction privately, away from his eyes. That way, whatever she felt about his choice, he could still imagine to himself that she had been disappointed.

He glanced at the time: less than fifteen minutes until Dembe arrived. Taking a seat on the bench by the door, he allowed himself to get lost in a different alternate world.

In this one, he never had to leave- never even had to hide his feelings. Here, the two of them existed contently, in the state they were meant for: together.

He shook his head. It wasn't helpful, thinking like this. But when did he ever choose what was helpful to himself? He thought wryly.

A buzzing in his pocket signalled a phone call. Expecting Dembe, he answered without looking at the screen.

"Hello?"

"Hi."

It wasn't Dembe.

His heart wrenched in his chest.

"Lizzie?" Why was she calling?

"Yes, it's me. Red, what--" her voice sounded strained. "I found your note."

She... found it? Already? This wasn't how it was supposed to-

"How soon are you leaving?"

He hesitated.

"Dembe will be here in about ten minutes." He spoke softly, apologetically.

"And... where are you going? Can you at least give me a general idea? Continent, maybe?"

"... I'll be in Europe, Lizzie," he replied honestly. Italy, more specifically; more specifically than that: Florence. But that was beside the point. Everything was beside the point, now. Even-

"Take me with you."

What?

"What?"

"Take me with you," she repeated, "There's nothing left for me here, anyway. And I can't let you just leave- I... can't."

"Lizzie, I-"

"What. Why can't you bring me with you? Are you worried I'll eat you out of house and home? I'll get a job, I'll pay for my own food. I'm messy, but I can-"

"Lizzie. I'm not worried about feeding you, for God's sake."

There was a pause.

"Well, what, then? Why not?"

He couldn't say it.

"Red. Why not?" she didn't sound angry, just... disappointed.

"Because, I- ... I'm in love with you, Lizzie."

He waited for her to start laughing, to hang up. She did none of those things.

"Oh Red. That's why you're leaving?"

He nodded, then realizing she couldn't see him he spoke.

"Well. It's what I've been trying to hide from you, at least. And I want you to be happy, you can do that if I-... when I'm gone."

"No."

"What?"

"No. You're wrong. I can't do that, I can't be happy if you're gone, Red. I need you in my life. I- "

He was holding the phone very tightly now.

"-I love you. Too. I love you, too."

He was silent. He must have fallen asleep waiting for Dembe. This was clearly some kind of crazy dream based on all of his thoughts, lately.

"... Are you there?"

Or maybe...

"I'm here, Lizzie."

"Take me with you," she said again, more insistently. "Dembe can swing by my apartment on your way to the airport. I can be ready in ten minutes. Five, if we stop talking."

He swallowed. Maybe...

"Red, I'm going to hang up. Say something, please."

"I'll... text Dembe right away," he choked out, overcome with disbelief.

"You will?" She sounded relieved.

"I will. Yes. Lizzie- I-" he took a breath. "I'll see you soon."

There would be plenty of time to talk. Plenty of time to discuss everything in detail, to discover just how this had happened. Later. Together. But for now-

"I love you," he repeated again, quickly, needing her to hear it before he hung up.

"I know," she said. "See you in a few."

Plenty of time. He hung up, feeling a smile appear on his face. They had all the time in the world, now.

#fictober21 #finale #lizzington #lizzington ficlet #prompt #day 31

[ace-of-spaders]

@my-robot-heart once upon a time sent me a prompt "I'm here. I never left." for Lizzington.

It was the kind of prompt I fell in love with from first glance but couldn't decide which direction to take right away, so I left it for a while.

I must admit, I'm rather glad that I did, because the idea I eventually went with came to me only after the season finale (because, like everyone else, I had to fix it somehow), but I'm also sorry, Robot, that it took me so long and can only hope that the end product is worth the waiting)

That is, considering your attitude towards the 8x22, I feel it's fair to warn you that this ficlet is set post-8x22 and is angsty - because Red is suffering and Liz is suffering because Red is suffering - but also hopeful because, guess what, Liz lives, so I really hope you'll like it!

(Also, it was supposed to be just a tiny ficlet but my fingers slipped... a lot, so it's now 2,000 words long))

Last but not the least, I think I need to tag @thetwistedargent, too, because her ghost!Lizzie stories low-key inspired this one. Even though I'm not brave nor strong enough to write dead!Lizzy.

Well, now enough with my rambling and on with the ficlet itself, I guess?)

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She comes to him every night. Wearing loose sweaters that don’t constrict her chest, Liz slips past Dembe and into Red’s bedroom and invariably scrunches her nose up from the suffocating smell of cigar smoke that hangs heavily in the air.

Red hasn’t left his room in days – ever since Dembe brought him home on that fateful night he lost ( or thought he lost ) the meaning of his life in the form of his beloved Lizzy – wallowing in his grief, choking on his own guilt more than the smoke of cigars he smokes more than ever these days and drowning ( or, at least, trying to drown ) his sorrow in immeasurable quantities of alcohol. Liz is acutely aware of this newly established routine of his and what it does to his health and wishes with all her heart she could do something more about it other than visit him nightly while he sleeps, wishes she could reassure him that she’s alive and well and he doesn’t have to mourn her. But she can’t, not yet. So she crosses the room to the window and opens it wide in ultimately vain attempts to chase the choking odor of cigar smoke away. Taking a deep breath of fresh air to try and quell the storm of emotions raging inside of her, Liz turns her gaze to the loaded gun lying discarded on the desk ( she knows that Dembe tried to take that gun away from Red out of fear he might do something… unreasonable in his grief but Red didn’t let him, speaking up for the first time in quite a while just to reassure his old friend that he doesn’t have any intention of ending his own life… it will end soon enough anyway, even without such act of cowardice ) and runs her hand over the cool metal, feeling her heart clench at the thought of how apathetic, how utterly hopeless Red has become in – because of – her absence. Then, her gaze usually shifts towards the always empty decanter of whiskey, which – she knows – is refilled a couple of times a day by Reddington, the equally empty glass discarded on his nightstand, and only then she finally turns to look at the man himself. He looks awful, to put it mildly, worse with each passing day. The clothes he sleeps in don’t quite fit him in the same snug way they used to, reminding Liz of the fact that it takes a lot of convincing on Dembe’s part ( that man must truly be a saint ) to make him eat every single day and that he does so without any enthusiasm or appetite and continues to waste away despite his old friend’s best efforts. Tears brim in her eyes as Liz moves towards the bed and carefully sits down on its very edge, her eyes roaming over Red’s slack face and taking note of the ever-growing stubble, the deepening dark circles under his eyes, the gauntness of his cheeks, and the sickly pallor of his skin. “Oh, Red,” she whispers hoarsely, unable to keep all the despair and helplessness she feels when she realizes that he’s dying without her and yet she can’t do much about it inside, and reaches out to cup his cheek with her warm palm, to trace the sharpened outline of his cheekbone with her thumb or stroke his head, the smile that stretches her lips at the feeling of his hair – now longer than usual – tickling her palm too wobbly and weak. Sometimes, he sleeps peacefully… or, rather, dreamlessly in his drunken beyond measure state, never once waking or even stirring, and on those rare occasions Liz just sits by his side, holding his hand or stroking his shoulder or head, till the first rays of sunlight come streaming through the window. Most of the nights, though, he suffers, thrashing around, tangling the sheets and throwing off blankets, panting and whimpering and crying, his mind tormenting him with vivid reconstructions of some of the worst moments of his life, and Liz hesitates, unsure of whether she should try to wake him or not, unsure of what he’s dreaming about… until her name – her seemingly long-forgotten nickname – spills from his lips and she knows exactly what he’s dreaming about. She doesn’t hesitate any longer. “Shh, Red, it’s alright,” she hushes him gently, leaning in close and settling her hands on his shoulders firmly but gently or cupping his cheeks with her warm, very much alive hands, “I’m here. I’m here, I never left.” Tears finally spill from her own eyes as Liz whispers quiet reassurances and sweet nothings to the suffering man, willing him to feel her

presence and wishing she could take the memories of that awful night away from him ( even though initially, she thought that it would be a good lesson for him, putting him in what could be her place if she pulled the trigger… but she didn’t think it would affect him that much, to the point where he isn’t really living anymore, just struggling to exist ), until she gets too choked up to speak… until Red jerks one more time under her hands and either finally settles into deep, exhausted, dreamless slumber with a heavy sigh ( in which case Liz picks the blankets he’s thrown off up from the floor, covers him with them again, tucking him in and making sure he’s warm and comfortable, and goes back to keeping her silent vigil, wiping her tears away and fighting the desire to climb into bed with him, wrap him up in her arms and never let go ) or wakes up. She always freezes when he does, when his eyes slowly open and he squints up at her in the dark, because she’s not sure how he’s going to react, even though his reaction is the same each and every time. He frowns up at her at first, his heavy with sleep and hazy from alcohol mind struggling to comprehend what is happening in front of him, but even though he doesn’t recognize her, even though in his eyes she might look like an intruder, he doesn’t even try to protect himself from any possible danger – as if he doesn’t care about what happens to him, if he lives to see another day or not – and Liz’s heart breaks at the thought. ( How did she manage to break him – the strongest man she’s ever known – so hard, so possibly irreparably? ) But then recognition dawns on his face and his lips part softly and he stares up at her with utter disbelief and very tentative hope, slowly reaching his hand up, as if in trance, to touch her cheek. She lets him, leaning slightly into his touch. “Lizzy,” Red breathes, so pained and intensely relieved at the same time that Liz hates herself for doing this to him in the first place and for not being able to go out of hiding ( but it’s not only her life that’s on the line, it’s also her daughter’s and, to a degree, his, so she has to wait out until her fame in the upper and under worlds quiets down ), to console him, to make him understand that she’s not just a figment of his imagination ( she learned pretty quickly that he doesn’t let himself even consider the possibility that she might be real and not just his hallucination or a surprisingly pleasant dream ) just yet, “Lizzy.” And every night when he wakes up to such a vivid, realistic image of his lost love, he begs her for forgiveness – for absolution – and kisses her hands, the scar on her wrist with such tangible, blatant devotion it makes her heart ache. And every night when he apologizes to her, she tells him that she’s already forgiven him for everything but never takes advantage of his fragile, weak, unguarded state to get the long overdue answers out of him ( after all, she had enough time on her hands while she recovered to understand that, at the end of the day, it doesn’t really matter who they were in the past… what matters is who they are now – Red and Lizzy – and that he loves her with as much ardor as she loves him ). They always end up in each other's arms, with Red pressing messy, fervent, desperate kisses to her cheeks and forehead and the soft cascade of her shiny mahogany hair and Liz rubbing his back in what she hopes is a soothing manner, their tears mixing and staining his shirt and her sweater. “Lizzy, Lizzy, Lizzy,” Red repeats in between kisses in his low, cracking from the lack of use voice, again and again and again, like a mantra, a prayer that sounds to her ears too much like Don't go, don't go, don't go... She knows she can't promise him that now. But she can promise to stay until the morning, which is why when he whispers softly, brokenly "Stay?" in her hair, his weight settling heavier against her after the emotional turmoil of the past few minutes? hours? – Liz doesn't know how much time they spend sitting there on his bed in the mess of tangled limbs,

the mix of apologies and reassurances and each other's names that sound for all the world like declarations of love, like I'm sorry and I miss you and I don't want to ever let you go spilling from their lips – leaves him even more exhausted than the pain and the grief of the day do, she simply nods and gently pushes him away and onto his back. Red doesn't take his eyes off her as she picks the blankets up and settles beside him and tucks the blankets around them both ( Liz is acutely aware of his gaze, burning with adoration and desperation in equal measure, on her back and the side of her face ). Even as she opens her arms for him in a silent invitation to move closer and he does just that, snuggling up to her side, resting his head on her shoulder and wrapping his arms around her waist tightly but not enough to hurt, he doesn't close his eyes. Liz can tell by the way he's breathing and his body goes practically rigid with tension that he's fighting the undeniably strong pull of sleep long after they've settled in for the night. That confused her on the first day but then she understood. He knows that in the morning she won't be there, that this illusion, hallucination, dream he's having will shatter once he closes his eyes and succumbs to exhaustion. And he doesn't want to lose her again. Not for the third, fourth, fifth, umpteenth time ( when she thinks about it, Liz is not even sure if her visits help him or hurt him more... but she can't stop, she can't go about her days without knowing first-hand how Red is doing ). So Liz does the only thing she can do to soothe him: she cups the back of his head, presses a light kiss to his forehead and lies. "Sleep, Red. I will be here when you wake up." "No, you won't," he whispers back flatly – just pointing out the obvious – with an undertone of finality that haunts her long after he obediently closes his eyes and his body finally relaxes in her arms. Because he's right: she always leaves long before he wakes up, giving Dembe a hug goodbye and asking him – rather unnecessarily but she can't help herself – to take care of Red, with only one thought keeping her going through the day: That one day – and hopefully, not in such a distant future – she will be there in the morning when Red wakes up.

#the blacklist #the blacklist fic #lizzington #lizzington fic #post-8x22 fix-it #my-robot-heart #thetwistedargent #I wrote this yesterday but wanted to edit a bit through mobile app so I saved your ask a draft #and Tumblr ate it (😤) #so I had to make a new post #but I fell asleep before I did it so I'm posting this today)

[raymond-reddington-ruminations]

Thoughts on 9.01, no spoilers.

I wasn't expecting it to be one of my favorite ever episodes, and of course it wasn't. There's a lot of rough ground to cover here, and I despise time jumps. You go on a journey with characters and learn who they are. A time jump divorces you from that, and askes you to learn who they are all over again. It's a terrible idea.

But here we are. At least it wasn't as painful as other time jumps I've seen in the past.

Dembe...huh? I'd seen it suggested by others what he would be up to after the two years, but I really thought it was so far-fetched it would not happen. So very confused about it. Glad other characters in the show felt the same.

But the fact that certain conversations didn't happen at all makes me think that maybe there's something more going on with Dembe.

If it is on the up and up, I don't really like it.... Because I feel there should be certain constants in the universe. But I can see the logic for plot reasons. I don't think anything else would have gotten Reddington to be involved with these people again.

I'm very grateful that we got to know what's going on with Agnes. It's not what I thought it would be, but it does make a lot of sense to me. And I'm quite okay with this.

Park... still not interesting. And I can imagine what they're going to do with her story line here, but it's still not interesting. That's been done in every cop show ever.

Aram... Wish they'd found something more interesting for him too.

Ressler... The surprise breakout character in this episode. Here we got a touch of the emotion I'm looking for. Is he being sincere at the end? Or is he also playing a game? Or am I overthinking it? Anyway, as it stands he looks to have the strongest character arc here.

I was all set to hate Reddington's new bodyguard. And then she said something to Cooper that was very humanizing for Reddington. So now I kind of love her. Not so crazy about this other character hanging out with him yet. We'll see.

The episode was okay, overall. I do think we need more of a punch of emotion to deal with what happend last season, and I hope they'll get around to doing that. I guess it makes a certain amount of sense of not doing it in the very first episode, and maybe build up to it. I really hope they're not planning to just skip it. All the angst, and pathos, and grief. That all needs to come up and be dealt with. I don't want it swept under the rug. That is not how characters evolve, and the audience needs to see that evolution to keep in touch with them.

#the blacklist #raymond reddington #9x01

[alyblacklist]

What are your thoughts about Liz as a character right now? I understand people being upset with her actions, but I don't think a reasonable person can hate Liz with a burning passion. I don't love her, I don't hate her. Liz is too trusting of anyone who claims to be related to her, but I think Red has ultimately pushed her too far.

I agree - I don’t hate Liz at all, honestly. I think Liz is super-conflicted. She desperately wants to be that good FBI agent, that “good person” that she thought she was before the Tom Connolly shooting, but she’s been fighting those instincts ever since. “Think like a criminal,” Red told her. Well she is now, for sure. However you want to spin it - Liz has a dark side and they’ve shown it to us for seasons now. It’s not one she ordinarily enjoys or embraces, she fights it, but she does when something terrible in her life emerges and tips her over the edge. We saw it in S5 as she avenged Tom’s death and we’re seeing it now as she tries to avenge Katarina’s. I think there’s a deeper reason behind the flip than simply her own psyche - some deeper connection forged as a child to the mysteries that Red is concealing that hasn’t been disclosed yet.

At the same time, I honestly don’t buy that she’s fully embracing going dark against Red even now. For as much as she seems smug in some of the scenes, happy to make off with his millions, I think she’d still rather have the peaceful life she always imagined. Honestly, I think that’s why she’s drawn to Ressler and slept with him. He represents a “normal” life for her, the “good” part of her life she wants to cling to. She’s been reluctantly drawn into this web because yes - Red pushed her too far.  If the woman claiming to be her mother was a fake he should have said so in absolute terms. He didn’t, and Liz believes he murdered her only living parent and she’s after him for it. The time has long since passed for him to explain Katarina to Liz honestly. 

I’ll probably say more on this in a future post, but I think that’s why she’s thinking about Tom in the past in ep 8.04. Not because she’s missing him as her lover (dear lord, spare me - her face in those morning-after remembrances spoke volumes). She’s embracing her criminal side again, she’s fighting her better side in favor of this powerful dark avenging side she imagines. The side of her that can pretend to be anything, do anything, be anyone, because that’s what she needs in order to even try to defeat Red. Thats why she talks about how Tom wouldn’t have lost Agnes because he’s like her aspirational criminal foil to Red. The reason she boosts him as she speaks to Agnes (as would be normal anyway for a widow speaking to her child about her father). He’s the side of her that would beat Red and win. (While obviously 5x08 suggests otherwise, this is her mindset I think).  As Red has said, “I understand what it’s like to be drawn to something that is unhealthy, to a part of yourself that you are afraid of.” That is exactly what she’s doing here, AGAIN, from beyond the grave as she heads on the run.

Except Liz doesn’t need to beat Red and win. She hasn’t figured that out yet. The part of her that is drawn to her lighter side - to conversations about unicorn socks with Ressler, the part of her that can’t bring herself to say goodbye after how many phone conversations?  That is the right side. That’s the side that Ressler - AND RED - are fighting for her to realize and to embrace. That’s why Red never wanted her to be like him. They are united in wanting Liz to eschew the dark and embrace the light, to let go of the past and to look forward to a normal future. I don’t view Red offering Liz his empire as evidence that he ever wanted her to turn dark, to become like him, despite Dembe’s question. I think Red viewed giving her the empire as a means to continue her protection.  But it backfired because of Katarina and now he has to fight to get her to see reason. 

I think Liz will turn around before  the end of the series because otherwise, all of Red’s hopes, aspirations and warnings from the beginning were for naught.  His entire purpose for re-entering her life will have been a failure.  It’s a battle for her soul (as the writers have said) and in the end, I think the “good guys” have to win (even if some of them may sometimes appear to be “bad guys.”). But at the same time, I don’t think Liz can achieve a positive outcome without fully understanding the past, however she ultimately gets the truth, and that’s the journey we’re on at the moment.

Thank you for the ask and apologies for not getting to it more promptly. Sometimes I need to sit on it a bit.

#anon #elizabeth keen #raymond reddington #donald ressler

[loslotharios]

...that certainly was something huh?

One thing this show is going to always do is make me ugly cry til my head hurts lmao.

Anyways as per usual my "thoughts" ⬇️

Man I really wish I'd started doing these posts earlier bc it's fun to just dump my dumb thoughts on u all lmao. Like can u imagine me talking about earlier seasons or about rayanne??? CHAOS.

Alright starting off strong with Dembe. Hello. I love u.

"I blame him too sometimes." DEMBE! This single line made my mind go crazy with kid Dembe headcannons. Sooooo imma get back on those.

PINKY 💀💀💀

The helium scene is the best thing to ever happen on this show. They are children. All 3 of them. I NEED more Red/Aram/Dembe interactions.

Cooper calling Red "Raymond". BITCH WHY DONT YOU JUST PROPOSE ALREADY.

RAYMOND WANTS HER TO MERC HIS ASS??? NOOOOOOO STOP

Personally, if I was Elizabeth I would just knock the old man Red over, snatch up the letter and haul ass. What's he gonna do? Run after me? Even injured I have no doubt she could outrun him... no offense Raymond.

Agnes rocking the denim on denim. Queen shit. Iconic. Incredible.

How far behind in school do you think Agnes is at this point?

Not to be a whore, but Red and Dembe 😩 I would. Both of them. No shame.

Elizabeth looked sketchy as fuck in the hospital. Girl at least take off the hat.

Aram loves Reddington and it's so freaking cute. Lmao.

I always thought it was hella weird of Elizabeth to ask that little girl to touch her scar. Nobody wants to touch your funky scar dude. Sorry but I had to say it.

Not Elizabeth unloading her drama on this 15 year old girl. She's just like 😬 my train is here sorry.

I'm not gonna lie, there was A LOT of talking this episode. I may or may not have zoned out just a little.

This show at times gives me "indie movie" vibes. The scene cutting between Red and the statue is one of those times.

Raymond really made his bestie help him plan/help execute his death. Toxic.

Agnes said: #blessed🙏

Ressler sneaking out the hospital was funny asf sorry. Hes out running in the streets. Sir sit down please.

RED AND DEMBE HUGGING IM CRYINGGGG I COULD FEEL THE EMOTION.

Cooper briskly walking to go try to save his boyfriend's life. Love it.

ELIZABETH NOOOOO RIP MY HOMEGIRL IM CRYING. WHY DOES THIS SHOW ALWAYS MAKE ME SOB?!?!?! WHYYYY.THE FUCKING MONTAGE. THE MUSIC. RAYMOND NOT WANTING TO LET GO. OH MY GOD MY HEART. DEMBE'S "IM SORRY" AS HE PULLS HIM AWAY!! THE SQUAD NOOOO RESSLER!!

Fuck. Where does the show go from here? Cant wait for s9 tbh.

Some after thoughts:

Im fully convinced Red had a sniper or something there to kill him from a far, if Liz couldn't do it. Guess we'll never know :(

For a second, i thought they were gonna kill raymond tbh. Him draining that wine glass would have been a good send off lmao.

Kind of hate that Liz never found out the truth from him. But oh well. Imma miss her. OH MY GOD AGNES! AGNES UGHHG IM IN PAIN.

Okay. I'm gonna retreat into my happy tbl au in my head and try to sleep cause its 6am. Maybe I'll post some of my fun headcannons later bc everything is so sad right now. Also this ended up way longer than I thought lmao oops.

Bye bye for now <3

#the blacklist #notwrestling

[thetwistedargent]

“You look a bit tied up, want me to come back later?”

Okay, but what about a sexual-tension-is-definitely-there-but-they-haven't-acted-on-it-yet-even-though-they're-literally-moments-away-from-it type of pre-Lizzington where one of Red's sexual escapades ends not quite in the way he planned with his date for the night leaving him in a rather... provocative position for Liz - who came to talk about their current Blacklister or something, all strictly professional... well, at least, she was going to be strictly professional before she stumbled upon such a spectacular sight - to find?)

[ Have I mentioned how GREAT this prompt is?! I should warn you that I'm kinda drunk. ]

Liz lets herself into Red's safe house after hitting a dead end on the search for their latest Blacklister.

"Red, we're getting nowhere with the case. We could really use-"

She she stops dead in her tracks at the sight of front of her.

Liz brings her hand up to her mouth to stifle a laugh at the position she finds Red in. Red is spread on the bed. His hands and feet are tied to the four bedposts. He's completely naked except for a pair of women's lacy underwear bundled over half his crotch, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagine, especially not his half-hard cock.

Every thought of work leaves Liz's mind instantly.

"You look a bit tied up, want me to come back later?" She says, holding back a laugh.

He doesn't look very comfortable at all, but something about having Raymond Reddington all tied up just does things to Lizzie.

"Elizabeth." He growls as he twists and tries to no avail to free himself.

The only thing Red really manages to do is expose the other half of his cock to Liz.

Liz is enjoying every last second.

"Yes, Raymond?" She says as she walks up towards the side of the bed.

"Are you just going to stand there giggling like a middle school girl, or are you going to untie me?"

Liz gently runs a finger from his calf up his leg, his knee, and towards his outer thigh.

"That depends. How did you end up like this? Were you a naughty boy?"

Red inhales deeply and licks his lips.

"If you must known, yes, I was left here by an acquaintance of mine for being very naughty."

"What did you do to her?"

"I never called after we spent a lovely weekend together in a hotel room in Vienna many years back. She held a grudge."

Liz has to stifle yet another chuckle, but she can't manage to hide the smirk on her face.

"Hmmm, obviously. So, she just tricked you into letting her tie you up like this and just left you here...?" Liz says as her eyes trail down Red's body.

Now that the hilarity of the situation has worn off, Liz can see just what a beautiful opportunity this really is.

"Yes, something like that." He huffs, slightly annoyed. "It worked out pretty well for me the last time I let her tie me up."

"It didn't work out so well for you this time. If I hadn't come in, who knows what would have happened or who would have found you."

Red's eyes narrow on Lizzie. He can see the wheels inside her brain turning.

"Well, if Dembe would have found me, he would have untied me by now."

Liz leans over so that her breasts are right in Red's face. She tugs on the rope on his arm farthest from her, testing how much give they have and checking just how tightly Red is tied.

"That's because Dembe is too much of a good man to ever take advantage of you in such a state. I, on the other hand, am not."

Liz sits on the edge of the Red. Red's breath hitches as Liz runs a hand down his chest, then his stomach, until it finally reaches the pair of panties barely covering his cock.

"And is that what you're going to do, Lizzie? Take advantage of me?"

Liz tosses the pair of panties away. She locks eyes with Red as her hand slowly wraps around his cock.

"It would be such a shame to waste this opportunity, don't you think?" She asks as she slowly jerks his cock, which is very quickly coming to full hardness.

He let out a soft groan.

"A shame indeed."

"It's not like you're in much of a position to put up fight anyway." Lizzie says as she climbs over to straddle his legs.

"I can do whatever I want to you." She continues. "And there's nothing you can do to stop me."

She leans forward and wraps the head of his cock in her hot little mouth. Red's entire body jerks at the sudden sensation.

Liz takes him all the way into her mouth until his head is hitting the back of his throat.

"Fuck, Lizzie. You're going to be the death of me!"

She pulls back with a smirk.

"Oh, Red, I'm just getting started with you."

#this is the GREATEST prompt ever #my fic #answered #anon #lizzington #I hope I'm not too drunk that I can write this and do this justice #ending it here becasue I want to answer a prompt #but I don't want to get into too much smut #I don't feel like writing smut

[writingbyshiloh]

Distraction

A/N: I'm tired but this idea would not leave my head until I wrote it. No warnings, not proofread

!! Minor Spoilers for season 5 and season 6

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“This is young Red?” you question, holding up the glossy photograph to the light as if the photo would come alive. “I didn’t expect him to be this handsome.”

You saw Jennifer flinch at the mention of her father. Liz chose to ignore the second part of your statement altogether.

“That’s what we're asking you,” Liz replied. “You see more of him than we do.”

You weren't sure if she was referring to herself and Jennifer or the rest of the task force.

You examine the photo again. Liz asked for your help but wouldn’t tell you what it was about. You overheard snippets of conversations on Liz’s end and Red’s end about a suitcase or a duffle bag or something. Unless it was something to do with the Blacklist or something to do with yourself you try to stay out of the father-daughter drama.

“I can see it in the eyes and the facial structure. Weird seeing him with hair though.” You set the photo on the stack of the others.

A knock on the door interrupted any further conversation, followed by Reddington calling out for Elizabeth. Judging by the panicked actions of the two sisters they did not want Red to know about the young photos.

“Go stall him. We need time” Liz hissed at you quietly, her hands moving fast to hide the project.

You grabbed your coat, trying to make it look like you were about to leave anyway. You tried to be swift in opening and closing the door so Red or Dembe couldn’t get a look inside before Liz was ready.

“(Y/N)! What a delightful surprise. I didn’t know you were here.” Reddington exclaimed when you came out of the door and not Liz.

“Red, Dembe.” You greeted them. “Liz wanted to go through some of Tom's belongings and asked for help with my, uh feelings about Tom.” You kept your dislike of Tom thinly veiled, something you knew Reddington shaired with you.

“Perhaps you were a bit too heavy-handed” he suggested, looking at your empty arms. You shrug in response, wondering how much more time could they need before Red wanted to get out of the hall.

His hand on your Hawaiian shirt collar pulled you from your thoughts.

“Smokey has the same shirt. Did you know that? You wear it better” He asked, fixing the collar on your shirt.

“Smokey is a man of taste.” You tease. Reddington let out a small laugh.

You felt the door behind you open and moved to the side to let Liz in on the conversation.

“What’s so funny?” She asked, still in the doorway. You didn’t see Jennifer, so you assumed she was hidden.

“Smokey and I have the same shirt.” You told her, pulling the bottom hem so she could see the full pattern. She nodded in response.

“(Y/N), I hate to be rude, but you know how much I dislike being in public hallways.” He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek goodbye before entering Elizabeth’s apartment. Dembe gave you a small nod goodbye before following Red.

You hoped Liz managed to hide what she was working on, you didn't want to get caught in their family drama.

#Raymond Reddington x you #Raymond Reddington fan fic #Raymond Reddington #Raymond Reddington x reader #The Blacklist x reader #the blacklist fanfic

[meetmeatthecoda]

Now that I’ve had some time to cry & mourn & actually think about that horrendous excuse for television... I have... some thoughts.

Firstly, the pace of that episode was insane. I mean, the season itself felt like we were slowly & tortuously hacking our way through a tangled rain forest, trying desperately to see the forest for the trees, but instead stuck cutting vines & branches down one by one... until we got to that finale, which felt comparatively like finally cutting away all the dense foliage only to immediately fall off a fucking cliff. You could just tell they were using the least amount of dialogue they could to move through so many weird emotions at fucking breakneck speed. I mean there was... the brief aftermath in Latvia, the 4 second plane ride to re-introduce Red’s illness after how many eps, Liz’s 3 second long recuperation, the awkward attempt at humor with the helium followed by a crash landing into solemnity at Red’s talk with Cooper, the abrupt & unsatisfying discussion with Red & Liz where he makes his rEqUESt, all the different “heartfelt” one-on-ones with Liz’s people, the fucking forced af “romance” with K**nler, the shoe-horned “chance meeting” with Beth Ryker, the most Agnes has ever talked in the history of ever, the weirdly morbid & fucking heartbreaking walk in the park, the choppy restaurant scene, to the unmentionable... end event. It went all over the place, which is very unlike TBL imo, which usually seems to stick to a theme or emotional center for an entire episode, whether blacklister or mythology driven. I think it was painfully clear how poor their planning was (when they have literally no excuse bc they knew this was coming the whole season???) & just how much shit they were trying to squeeze into one episode.

Secondly - & this may seem obvious, but I think it’s worth talking about anyway - Liz should have gotten her answers. And I’m not just saying this as a Lizzington shipper (I mean, mostly I am, but there are other reasons also!) Primarily, I think bc... literally everyone expected them. Not just bc they were advertised (it’s certainly not the first time they’ve delighted in false advertising in promos when it comes to the all-important AnSwErS) but bc THEY MADE SURE EVERYONE KNEW BEFOREHAND THAT IT WAS MEGAN’S LAST EP. It might have been mildly acceptable to play coy for yet another season finale IF she was coming back in some capacity later to eventually wrap things up, but - given that they fucking slammed the door on that possibility - THEY SHOULD HAVE GIVEN US ANSWERS. I don’t think anyone considered the possibility that they would KILL her & NOT give us answers bc it makes no fucking sense. Additionally, Liz should have gotten her answers simply bc SHE!! DESERVED!! THEM!! They’re literally the thing she’s been fighting for for eight seasons & she fucking died without them? WTF??? But, most importantly to us Lizzington shippers, Liz not getting her answers ruined the park fantasy. I think we all imagined (BC IT WAS MEGAN’S LAST EP) that Red & Liz would finally talk & Red would give her the answers she wanted. I think we all expected from the (misleading) promo that he would make some sense out of the potentially jumbled memories/visions (?) from 8.21 &, most importantly, there would be SOME KIND OF EMOTIONAL TURNING POINT, SOME CATHARSIS, AN UNDERSTANDING & RENEWED LOVE BETWEEN THEM DRIVEN BY THE AFOREMENTIONED REVELATIONS (& LOVE OF WHATEVER KIND, MIND YOU, WE WEREN’T PICKY, JUST SOMETHING FOUNDED ON RECONCILIATION & PEACE.) But - bc they denied us that - Liz was still in the dark & waiting on answers for the entire ep, unable to forgive or reconnect with her true feelings for Red (whatever you believe them to be) & this made her reaction to Red’s rEqUeSt ring very hollow & detached, the whole park bench conversation stilted & awkward (on Liz’s end) & - THE WORST PART - it made the whole park fantasy feel FALSE. It cheapened it. Like she was just indulging him, letting him walk with her & play with Agnes & enjoy one more day of life before she indifferently killed him. The one thing we expected to get, should have gotten, & THOUGHT WE WOULD HAVE NO MATTER WHAT ELSE HAPPENED IN THE FINALE was ruined. With the assisted suicide talk beforehand, the almost begrudging acceptance from Liz, the obvious morbid mindset from Red, the song in the background, the context of it all. It put an awful spin we completely didn’t expect on what should have been our beautiful Lizzington park fantasy. And I think that may be the part that hurts the most - the fact that I can only look at gifs of that scene - bc the music & dialogue & context completely undermine what Liz’s fantasy should have been, that she got for just one afternoon, when she was supposed to be happy & at peace with Red & Agnes.

Thirdly, (anyone still there? lolz) the whole “plot” of this episode was fucking nonsensical. Chiefly - & many other people have pointed this out before now - Red would never ask Liz to kill him. I simply call bullshit. No matter how hard they tried to justify it (& boyyyyy, did they try) Red has never wanted Liz to be a killer, criminal, or have to live a life like him. He has canonically said as much. I could maybe buy the whole “taking over his empire” thing as the seasons progressed, but asking Liz to live with the guilt (however slight or delayed) of killing him, after everything they’ve been through together, after she told him she loves him (seasons ago, but the feelings are still there, albeit buried deep)? And thereby launching her (& by extension Agnes) directly into harm’s way as the “new” Concierge of Crime (?), without him there to guide her from the shadows? No way. Bullshit. Also - & @iwouldlovetoeatyourtoast mentioned this first, I believe - the whole idea of it was stupid anyway bc Liz has spent the entire season chasing him, has repeatedly gotten opportunities to take the big shot, & has always been unable to kill him. It wasn’t even an engaging tWiSt to throw in at the very end bc - even when she agreed to do it - we all knew it wouldn’t happen, also bc Megan was the one leaving & not James. So, it wasn’t a surprise when she broke down at the end & said she couldn’t, so wtf was the point?

Fourthly (almost to the end, god this feels good) & this was a huge tell imo - everyone was OOC. Now you might say that’s the bitterness talking & you might be right... but you fucking try & tell me that 1) Red all of a sudden decides he’s ready for death after how long of not accepting it or mentioning it & absolutely must be killed by Liz & no one else within the next 24-48 hours 2) Liz would willingly go along with that for even a second 3) Dembe wouldn’t try his damnedest to talk Red out of assisted suicide in general & especially coercing Liz into doing it 4) Ressler would be the one to fucking figure it out & hightail it out of bed AFTER BEING ON DEATH’S DOOR WITH A BUSTED LUNG & SEPSIS FFS 5) Wolf Man Van Dyke would even know where to find Liz on a random fucking street corner outside a random fucking restaurant 6) Red wouldn’t see him behind Liz taking aim 7) THERE WOULDN’T BE A DECLARATION OF FEELINGS/LOVE CONFESSION BETWEEN RED & LIZ IN THE 14 MILLION OBVIOUS PLACES THERE COULD HAVE BEEN *PRIMARILY AFTER SHE SAYS “I CAN’T DO IT, I DON’T WANT TO” I MEAN, HELLO????? WTF, WHY WASN’T THERE AN “BC I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU TOO, LIZZIE” LIKE HOW HARD WOULD THAT HAVE BEEN, IT WAS THE PERFECT PLACE, THE LAST CHANCE, & WE FUCKING DESERVED ITTTTTTTTTTT *ahem* & lastly, & most importantly, & I’m definitely going to cry typing this... 8) if you fucking try to tell me that Red would allow himself to be pulled away from Lizzie’s dead body for a second time by Dembe or anyone else (especially when it was only the stupid task force arriving???) without simply crossing the street to load his gun with trembling fingers, pull the trigger, & join her... you’re fucking crazy.

In conclusion, bc this has gone on long enough, this was just... a hasty, sloppy, rushed, unprepared, careless ending on all fronts, no matter how hard they tried to convince us it was totally-100%-on-purpose-of-course-why-do-you-ask? (And I’m not even touching on the Redarina bait bc fuck that shit.) Like, did anyone else feel like when Red was telling Dembe that he was sure & this was what he wanted & really he’s positive so please stop asking, and when he was explaining things to Liz in almost too much detail, and when he was telling Harold this was absolutely necessary... that it was really the writers trying to convince us? It just felt so sudden & forced & heavy-handed & absurdly preventable & at the same time ridiculously unstoppable... I mean, look, whatever drama clearly went on behind the scenes? I think we can all agree that they did a terrible, awful, shit-tastic job on all fronts. And it’s just such a shame that that’s how it ended 💔

#The Blacklist #Lizzington #anti-Redarina #anti-Keenler #anti-Ressler #thoughts #speculation #8.22 #mine #this is long as shit #idk if anyone will even read this #but if you do i hope you find it mildly therapeutic & consoling #bc i did #i just had to type this shit out to see it in words instead of listening to it reverberating around my goddamn skull on a loop #ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh #another more positive rant to follow tomorrow #before i try to move on a little #it's...... gonna be hard lol #hang in there you guys #much love y'all #<3 #oh and i will answer all of my lovely asks tomorrow #<333

[reyz13-blog]

Ok cuz I’m extremely bored I’m gonna talk about 8x02 . I wasn’t sure what to expect tbh and I almost thought Ressler would be mad at Liz but there are adults and so looks like things are good between them and they are still in contact after the kiss (which also made me geek out cuz it’s almost as tho they are a couple) anyways..

That scene when Red targets Ressler to make him mad so they can put a tracker on him was such a treat. I always imagined Red would tease Ressler about his feelings and never believed it would actually happen (like the writers read my mind which was scary) of course I couldn’t write that amazing dialogue they came up with and the way spader delivers the lines is incredible 👏🏻. I never expected Ressler to be so obvious with his feelings for Liz in front of ppl (cooper,dembe & Red) but wow I guess his feelings really are strong for Liz or Reds comments wouldn’t have fazed him.

Resslers Love for Liz is so obvious in this episode you can’t dispute it at all. He will do anything for her and it shows. As soon as she calls he first asks if she is ok cuz he worried about her. (Also Ressler is totally Not doing his job , he is supposed to be listening to his boss and working with his team to find her and bring her in but he is putting Liz before his job) he agrees to meet with her and she doesn’t even has to ask for him to come alone she just trusts he will.

That moment she gets into the car with Ressler. You instantly feel it. That chemistry and tension cuz last time they kissed and for a second they both look like they don’t kno who should talk first and when he starts she stops him cuz she knows he was gonna bring up the kiss and she isn’t ready to talk about it yet in my opinion. Him saying he is her closest thing to family she has got and that he will do anything for her (which he has been proving to be true) he agrees to take care of her grandfather but can’t do anything for her mom. And when they disagree as soon as Liz says sorry Ressler gets so soft and starts apologizing too and you can just feel he loves her ... it’s so sweet

And that last scene when she calls Ressler because she needs him. It’s like she looks at him to come save the day like Superman or something and just drops everything and goes right away to do whatever he can for Liz. I love that’s how they ended the episode with them but I am very bummed they didn’t show Ressler showing up at the park and holding Liz while she cries and comforts her cuz that would have been beautiful to see her island of calm always there when she needs him.

#keenler

[kiss-my-freckle]

I think Vesco will join Wujing to act as Red's mole, but not tell Red about it. 

I don’t think Red told Vesco about Wujing for the same reason he didn't tell him they weren't the only ones looking for the treasure. What this episode felt like to me, was Red trying to spend quality time with his friend in the knowing he’s dying from a terminal illness. The last thing he’d do, is put his best friend at risk with Wujing. He’s dying anyway. 

Vesco’s lack of knowledge will be the first thing that makes him look guilty. He’s gonna meet with Wujing to find out what the deal is because Red didn’t tell him. I do believe this will be an instance of teacher wanting to protect his student. I think he's going to keep this from Red, knowing Red would pull him out to keep him safe. And in the process, look even more guilty just in keeping it from him. 

The end result depends on what the writers want, but I see three possible outcomes with Vesco:

1. Red kills him unintentionally because he had no idea Vesco was acting as his mole. This would happen if say.... he blew up a place he knew Wujing and his blacklisters would be, and had no idea Vesco was there. 

2. Wujing finds out Vesco plans to betray them on Red’s behalf, and kills him as a result. This would be like the shell island killing Gregory Devry. 

3. Vesco continues acting as Red’s mole, and is the reason Red is able to take down Wujing. Vesco possibly dies in the process, but isn’t necessary. I’d say his death is quite likely, though. 

Killing Vesco intentionally isn't something I see Red doing. He could if he believed Vesco was outright betraying him, but I think he's been through so much betrayal that he’s past killing his actual friends. Since he's dying anyway... perhaps he'll consider handing his empire over to Vesco - the student passing the torch over to his teacher.

Vesco doesn’t seem like a killer to me, but I do believe he’d kill if he had to. I want someone who should take over Red’s empire to take over his empire. For me, that's not Dembe or Ressler. More like Ressler's brother or Vesco. Someone who’s good at strategizing, who could benefit from being a CI, and someone who’d be able to carry on the blacklist. After all, the blacklist was Red and Liz, and anyone left to carry that would be a beautiful ending to the show. 

[nextstopparis]

Do you like cop shows? And which ones, if so?

OHHHH OMG OKAY. OKAY!!!

so listen i go through something of a cops/agents whatever tv show phase.

1. CRIMINAL MINDS!!!!! although i can only really vouch for criminal minds from seasons 1-9 bc those are the Good seasons imo. the last season was okay but i HATED the whole love interest storyline with two of the main characters (thank FUCK that didnt become anything!!!) and also i just wish they wouldnt have focused on a past love interest of ****'s bc like. its been idk? 6 years? it didnt make sense. ok sorry im rambling but criminal minds... chefs kisses

2. BLACKLIST. so listen. i actually hate the main character on blacklist, but dembe and aram are the best characters. i fucking hated how s8 ended bc honestly? i thought up three separate alternative endings ON THE SPOT that would've resulted in the same things but. its very interesting. lots of room for theorization.

3. i UNFORTUNATELY went through an NCIS phase. looking back im not much of a fan of it but you know. it was entertaining enough when i was ig? SOMETHING ELSE: theres this one song on ncis that i dont know the name of that kept playing in tony and ziva's scenes and i think it might be tony and zivas theme but. anyway. ITS SO FUCKING GOOD

i think thats it? i dont really remember any more but just know. criminal minds seasons 1-9 were chefs kisses!!! i was completely crushed when alex left tbh

#THANKS FOR THIS im due for another criminal minds rewatch actually #ask