Day 1: “When I First Saw You”

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?

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Day 5: “Come on Closer”

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

Good morning, fellas, and let’s roll!

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.

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

* We'll be queuing everyone's posts to keep your dash busy ;)

Day 2: “Damn Your Eyes”

Ilya: Katarina! Stop! Katarina, stop! Katarina: You said we’d figure a way out of this, and I have. You tracked me down here. We fought. I went over the edge. You’ll be a hero. You’ll get your life back. Ilya: Katarina, please, I have a way to get your life back, a way for me to get my life back, a way to escape the Cabal, the KGB, the Americans, and no one has to die. The world doesn’t know what happened to Raymond Reddington, Katarina. It is a mystery, right? So, we give them the answer. Katarina: What does that mean? [ Ilya comes up behind her and grabs her around the waist ] Ilya: Will you let me explain? Let me explain. Katarina: No. Ilya: Please, let me explain.

Day 2: “Damn Your Eyes”

Ilya: Well, don’t take it personally. It’s how, uh, all moral relativists feel about righteousness in the face of impossible odds. On the plus side, I’ll have nothing but love for you if we succeed, which we won’t. Katarina: We? Ilya: Well, we pledged our lives to each other. Katarina: [ SIGHS ] When we were 6. Ilya: And a promise is a promise.

Day 5: “Come on Closer”. Reddington/Berlin.

They kinda want to be closer to each other. And I know, I’m late, but I am the law and etc.

@theblacklistrareshipsweek Day 4 - “The Things You Do Aren’t Good For My Health” (kinda loosely…) _____________________________________________ iii. push, strike & kill (i’m not going)

„See, this is what I love about you.“ A soft hand ghosting over hot skin. „You throw yourself into this completely and without any fear, even though you know I can’t give you nearly enough. You surrender, you sacrifice your everything for me. And I love your devotion.“ Goosebumps; shallow breath. „Your addiction. To me. To us.“ Gentle candle light. Smooth, silky sheets rustling. The hand never stopping. „Your naive belief that if you just let yourself fall deep enough, you’ll be able to catch yourself again. But you can’t, Donald. You’ve laid down your life to me, harbouring illusions of safety and romance that you know I can never make real, because I just take and take and take. I suck the life out of you and you don’t even realize it. Or maybe you do and you just get off on it in that perverse way that you love it when I make you suck my loaded gun, knowing full well a tiny slip of my finger will have your brains splattered all over the wall.“ A faint laugh. Fond, sparkling eyes taking the pale body in; memorizing every spot over and over again. „God, Donald, I love that about you, I really do. Even more than I despise it. That self-destructive way of yours, giving over your life to me when you should hold on to it with everything you’ve got. Driving yourself closer to a sweet, loving suicide because you can’t help it, tightening the rope around your neck because you know how much I love that sight.“

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Good morning, fellas!

It’s Day 1, “When I First Saw You”. Brush up your memory here: FAQs|Guidelines|Daily Themes|Ship Ideas|

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

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Ressler/his badge

It was a glorious sunny day, and Donald Ressler would have noticed that if he wasn’t so anxious.

He could swear that enormous goosebumps crawled up and down his spine, curling over his legs, but he forced himself to stand still.

“Donald John Ressler, step forward.”

His legs were a bit itchy when he obeyed the order. At first, he thought he couldn’t take a single step, but then he took a second step, third… The FBI’s Director Newman didn’t seem impressed at all—he just held out his hand and gave Ressler a small brown box. Ressler froze, looking at the box like a child at Christmas, and then opened it.

“DEPARTMENT OF INVESTIGATION.”

“SPECIAL AGENT DONALD RESSLER”

“Congratulations, son,” Newman murmured. “Now move on, I’m busy”.

“Oh… Oh, yes, I’m sorry,” Ressler took a step back. His legs were still trembling, but he looked at his new badge with awe, charmed by the bronze flare of its shape. Donald brushed his fingertips over it, as gentle as he could, and the realization struck him.

Special Agent Donald Ressler.

His heart did a jolt.

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

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

SAY MY NAME