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[alyblacklist]

THE GANG'S ALL HERE

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[kynia-ky3mart]

the blacklist; portrait series

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[katarinas-redemption]

Red: Well, I’m down a chess partner, and I thought I could teach you. Agnes: But you’ll beat me. Red: Yes, I’ll trounce you. [ Door closes ] [ Cooper is home ] Red: It’ll be very dispiriting, but not for me, of course. But here’s the thing about chess. You and your opponent have the exact same information. No one is hiding anything. Everything is right there on the board and in your head. Cooper: I don’t know, Agnes. Even when you think it’s all laid out for you, Pinkie can be very tricky. You’ll not just have to think several steps ahead. You’ll be replaying every move you made since you began the game. Playing against him will make you sharper, and since this is practically math homework, you can play for a little. Red: Excellent! Okay. So, let’s get you set up. Now, smoke before fire. That means the white pieces move before the black. …

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[raymond-reddington-ruminations]

Title:By The Horns

Date:July 14th, 2023.

Series:The Blacklist

Category: Finale fix-it fic

Main characters: Donald Ressler, Raymond Reddington

Rating: PG-13

Tags: The Blacklist, Redarina (implied)

*I made up the quotes from Liz in here because I figure they must have had these conversations, even if we didn't see them on screen.*

It was damn lucky that he'd come in a helicopter. As tiny as it was they managed to get Reddington onto the collapsible emergency backboard, and maneuvered him inside. Donald Ressler got Reddington to a medical center inside of 20 minutes of noticing the seemingly dead man twitch.

Now Ressler sat in a side room off of a short hallway. Calling it a waiting room was too generous a term for this tiny little emergency medical center. His elbows rested on his knees and his forehead in his hands. He was shaking, and his vision was off somehow, as it had been since he found Reddington stomped into the ground by the bull. A tornado of conflict like he'd never quite known ran through him. He should be doing something else. He should be calling Cooper back. That wail that had come from Dembe when he'd told them he was standing over Red's body.

But then the twitch, the pulse check, the noise of the helicopter and the urgency of the doctors and nurses. He hadn't had a chance to call them back, to tell them that the man was still alive.

"Not yet," a voice in the back of his head whispered.

Reddington might not make it. Ressler would wait for the doctor to give him some news first.

"There's another reason," the same voice in his head responded.

Shut up, he told it. Are you the devil or the angel on my shoulder?

The voice smiled back. It had Reddington's smug little smile.

The Doctor who had taken Reddington into another room off the hallway charged back out and began loudly calling for the attention of everyone in spanish. He pointed to different people in turn, demanding something. Most people shrugged or shook their heads, but some responded with at least one letter of the alphabet and Ressler understood that.

"A…".

"AB…".

He charged to his feet and quickly advanced to the doctor. "Blood types? Is that what you're asking for? Blood types??! I'm B negative!"

Ressler proffered his arm and slapped the inside of his elbow. "B negative! We're a match! We've done a blood transfer before!"

"Yes, yes!" The doctor grabbed his arm and ushered him into the room where Reddington lay on a stretcher. An oxygen mask was over his face, a brace around his neck, a heart monitor was beeping threadily, and a battered looking portable x-ray machine was being maneuvered over him by two nurses.

Ressler was ushered into a chair next to Reddington, and in short order Resslers blood was trailing through an IV tube into Reddington's arm. The beep of the heart monitor became stronger, more certain of itself. Red's chest began to noticeably rise and fall, something that Ressler hadn't been able to see out in that field.

The nurses finished their scans of Reddington's body and left. They were suddenly alone in the small, cramped room together, with the beep of the monitors and the ticking of a large wall clock. Resslers slow, controlled blood loss was combining with jet lag, and taking its effect on him. He felt drowsy and light, as if he was floating. He found himself looking over at his long-time nemesis, battered and bloodied, unconscious beside him. What a long road this had been. There had been so much loss. Liz. Where did it all end?

There were things he should be doing, like making that phone call. Why wasn't he?

"It'll limit your options. Wait. No one knows but you."

Son of a bitch. It out and out sounded like Reddington in his head now.

He drifted for a bit, not the least bit comfortable with deciding not to decide. Wait and see. Wait for the doctor. Ignore the fact that Red's condition should have nothing to do with Resslers' job.

The doctor returned, going to the wall and turning on a light board. He put up an x-ray of Reddington's skull, and began talking and gesturing to it. When he paused to look back at Ressler, he took in the other man's complete lack of comprehension. After a moment of hesitation, the doctor pointed to Reddington's nose area on the x-ray. He held out his fist horizontally, with the thumb extended to the side. Then he turned his fist so that the thumb was pointed up. He pointed to the area on the x-ray over Reddington's left eye, another place that was still bloody on Reddington's face. Again he started with the thumb extended to the side, and turned his fist so that the thumb was part way up.

"Ok, I got it. Injured, but not so bad."

The doctor put up another x-ray, and pointed his finger down the spine, continuing to talk, but not stopping there. Red's ribs and left forearm each got a big thumbs down, not that Ressler needed that interpretation. He could see for himself the shattered bones in the image. He shifted in his seat, registering his own sore ribs, thanks to Red's marksmanship just days ago. He didn't want to think about that. The voice in the back of his head had been all too convincingly suggesting that in Red's shoes, Ressler would have had to pull the trigger on Hudson himself.

The doctor moved on to an x-ray of Reddington's pelvis, but after just a moment he took it down again. He began flipping through the folder of x-rays in his hands, muttering to himself. He took the X-ray of the pelvis, and compared the numbers on it to the numbers on several of the other x-rays. He seemed confused. Then he left the room.

Donald waited, blinking hard and trying to shake off the faint dizziness. The clock on the wall told him it had been just over an hour since he had first found Reddington in that field.

The doctor returned with a younger woman, in different colored, more decorative scrubs. He put the pelvis X-ray back on the wall, and pointed at it accusingly, seemingly demanding something from the woman. She took the X-ray down, and again compared the numbers on it to the other x-rays. Then she put it back up, gesturing to it and speaking in a deliberately reasonable tone of voice. The doctor cut her off heatedly, gesturing to Reddington and back to the x-ray.

"What's going on?" Ressler leaned forward in his chair, reminding them of his presence.

"Ah. English." The woman spoke haltingly. She pointed at Reddington. "Friend?"

He stared hard at her for a moment. Then raised his fist horizontally, with his thumb out to the side.

"Ah," she replied, though her expression was clearly confused. She pointed to the X-ray, and then pointed to Reddington, and fumbled for the english words. "...tr….uhm…g…ch, change?"

He looked at her blankly, and shook his head that he didn't understand.

She turned back to the light board, and moved Reddington's pelvis x-ray to the side. She shuffled through a folder of x-rays in her own hands, and put up two more x-rays, both of them pelvises. She pointed to the first one, which was longer, narrower, with a smaller oval in the center, mostly taken up by the tail end of the spine. Then with the same hand she reached down and seemingly grabbed her crotch, Michael Jackson style. Ressler blinked, hard, and leaned back, baffled.

The woman pointed to the second new x-ray, where the pelvis was shorter, wider, and had a larger oval in the middle with far less of the tail of the spine showing in it. She then pointed to her midsection, and with her arm drew the shape of a pregnancy belly in the air in front of her.

"Yeah, I do know that. Men and women have different shaped pelvises." Basic forensics had been a long time ago, and he'd never had to make the identification himself, but in theory he could.

The woman slid the two x-rays apart, and popped Reddington's in between them. Then her finger shifted back and forth between all three.

Reddington's x-ray was in between, literally and descriptively. Wider, but also taller. A larger oval, with less tail bone in it. The areas that made the pelvis look taller had different levels of brightness on the outer edges, which Ressler knew from looking at his own x-rays over the years denoted bone growth.

But that large oval in the center, with the small amount of tailbone. That was distinctive.

"No," he said. He pointed at the X-ray, pointed at Reddington, and shook his head. "That's not his x-ray. Obviously."

The woman also pointed to the X-ray and to Reddington, and nodded her head insistently. She took the pelvis x-ray down, and lined it up in her hand with the skull x-ray, the arm x-ray, and x-rays of Reds clearly broken leg after it. She pointed to the upper right corner where the numbers were, and Donald could clearly see that the numbers were sequential. Each x-ray changing by only one number. The pelvis x-ray belonged in the middle of the bunch. He stared in confusion.

The doctor spoke up again, sounding annoyed and arrogant. The woman slapped the pelvis X-ray back up, drawing her finger around the oval in the center emphatically. She pointed to tiny, long-healed cracks that showed around the oval, speaking to the doctor sharpley, and again drawing the pregnant belly in the air in front of her. She pointed at Reddington, threw her hands up in finality, and stalked out of the room.

There was an awkward silence. Then the doctor shuffled his files, stared at the floor, and left.

Ressler sat alone again in the room with Reddington, looking at the X-ray in confusion and dizziness. A group of nurses came, bringing him some orange juice. They quickly and efficiently cut off most of Red's clothing, put his arm in a cast, and bound his leg in a brace. They elevated the bed and carefully supported Red's unconscious upper body as they wrapped his ribs.

Red's entire upper back and the backs of his upper arms were covered in burn scars.

"My father died in a fire when I was 4. He was fighting with my mother. I think Reddington was there."

Liz.

"He killed your mother right in front of you, you tried to kill him for it. Why are you forgiving him now?"

She hadn't answered him, that last time that he spoke to her, in his hospital bed just hours before she died. He never did learn why she backed down on going after Reddington for the seemingly unforgivable act of killing Liz's mother.

But there was that letter that Dembe had given to Elizabeth when he wasn't supposed to. It had seemed to cause such a rift between Red and Dembe. A secret, THE secret, revealed to Liz, finally, on the last day of her life.

Donald Ressler was not by any means stupid or slow. That damn voice in the back of his head was putting the pieces together, but the rest of him was resisting. He looked at the man in front of him, whom he'd been chasing for 15 years. It couldn't be, could it? It just wasn't possible, Reddington was far from being celibate. Someone would know, someone would talk.

"CRISPER gene editing was in use 20 years before anybody thought it was. Men can be implanted with uteruses and carry babies to term. Hooker robots. What exactly isn't possible, Donald?"

No. Not this. It couldn't be.

Alexander Kirk let Reddington go. Reddington would never say why.

Damn it, it fit. It fit so perfectly. It explained every. Damn. Thing. Why Reddington would give his very life to protect Liz, why he forgave her, and only her, every single time.

What the hell?! What the actual hell was he going to do with this??! It just couldn't be right!

A ringing cell phone made him jump, and he fumbled for his pocket one handed before realizing it was coming from the pile of Reddington's clothing nearby.

Shaken, he flipped open the basic phone, seeing the identifying name come up at the same time that the call became active.

Agnes.

"Pinky??! Pinky!!"

Away from the speaker for a moment; "He picked up! I told you! Pinky?? Pinky, say something! PINKY!!" She was escalating into higher panic with every plea.

Agnes. His goddaughter. That bright, beautiful little girl that was the last surviving piece of Liz.

"Not the last, Donald."

He cleared his throat, and spoke her name, in a voice that was clearly not the one she wanted to hear.

"NO! NO, I WANT PINKY! SAY SOMETHING PINKY, PLEASE!! " She was screaming now, and he could hear Cooper in the background, sounding tearful himself, trying to calm her.

Agnes and her Pinky were so close. Closer than Red and Liz had ever been. And he might actually be her Grand….oh god. The implications of it swirled around his brain. Even the lowest criminal, if they qualified as human at all, they couldn't not love their kids. Jesus, no wonder. Now it all made such terrible, tragic sense. Liz. Reddington should have told her.

"Cooper…Agnes, listen…" he tried to cut through her hysteria.

"Ah…nez…" Resslers' head snapped around at the muffled voice. Reddington, one eye flickering slightly, the other swollen shut, was trying to lean his head within the neck brace towards the phone.

"Hang on", he told them all, and pulled Red's oxygen mask just slightly offside, to hold the phone to his face.

"Ag..ness?"

"Pinky??! Is that you??!"

"Izz me…Izz you?"

"Oh God, oh God. Pops said a bull attacked you. He said you were dead! I told him I'd just talked to you!" She'd settled into sobbing her words out.

"Well zaz bullshi'. Heh. We gonna have burgers nex' time."

Bloody, bruised, and bound, Raymond Reddington still managed one of those little grins. Asshole.

"I love you so much, Pinky. Please come home. Don't stay away, just come home."

"Love you, see you zoon."

Ressler took the phone back, and clearly so did Cooper.

"Donald? What the hell??"

"Sorry, I..I really thought he was gone. Then I had to get him help…"

"I had to wait for Dembe to be sedated before I could come home. God, I've got to go back and tell him."

"Yeah. Cooper?"

"Yes?"

"…. I didn't call anyone. I'm here on my own."

There was a long pause of understanding.

"…. You're far from home Donald. Way out of our jurisdiction. I don't know what you can or can't do, or what you want to do. I only know what I would do in your place. I never want to hear her like that again."

"No. Me either."

"This isn't a bureau phone, Donald. This conversation didn't happen. The last one we had earlier, when you did call on a bureau phone, stands."

Ressler closed Reddington's phone.

Red was watching him out of one bleary eye, which seemed more alert by the second. He noticed the IV of blood connecting them.

"Full circle?"

"10 years…not that I really think I ever owed you anything. Except maybe a goodby."

He looked down, not sure where to go from here. He had committed to a course of action with Coopers unspoken consent and support. He was going to take no action at all.

There was no reason for him to stay here now. He could walk out, and Raymond Reddington would remain dead to all the world, with one hell of a tall tale about how he'd died gone out into the world, via the FBI.

Red watched him, picking up the situation easily. Softly, he asked; "Why?"

Red waited, the silence pregnant with tension.

Donald didn't know what to say. He wanted to talk, he wanted to question, and he wanted to forget.

"What…what is Agnes's blood type?"

"Why would you…." Red's working eye had finally managed to focus behind Ressler, to the light board on the wall, where the image of his own pelvis was brightly lit. He was quiet for a minute, and then spoke slower more carefully than he had before.

"I knew how you felt about 'lizabeth, before she did. Before you did. I knew if I said anything good, she'd run the other way."

"So you made fun of me for eight years? Gee, thanks. Why'd you keep it up?"

"Habit. I wish you a good life, Donald."

"Yeah, you too. Red."

The end.

Note; The show is over. They can't say this didn't happen.

#the blacklist #raymond reddington #donald ressler #harold cooper #agnes keen #fanfiction #redarina

[fun-with-funkos]

The Blacklist, A Retrospective via Funko. Part 1.

Remember how it all began.....

"Agent Keen, what a pleasure."

I find it hilarious that the box I had on hand to play the part of the task Force's box, was for Hannibal lecter. Fitting.

#the blacklist #custom funko #fun-with-funkos #raymond reddington #elizabeth keen #donald ressler #harold cooper

[itsbetterthananal]

tied for one of the funniest scenes of the blacklist ever

#audio sucks i know i have no recording device im just winging it #im sad im almost finished #the blacklist #raymond reddington #aram mojtabai #dembe zuma #harold cooper

[televisionpromos]

The Blacklist 10x05 "The Dockery Affair" Promo - An investigation surrounding the murder of a judge sheds new light on an unsolved case. Red’s relationship with a trusted colleague is put in a precarious position when his cooperation with the FBI is disclosed.

#the blacklist #james spader #raymond reddington #red reddington #reddington #donald ressler #harold cooper #samar navabi #dembe zuma #youtube

[magedrifter]

“Things end. Sometimes despite our best efforts and best intentions, or sometimes because of those efforts and intentions … things end. So something else can begin”

- Raymond “Red” Reddington (The Blacklist) S10E19

#the blacklist #red #raymond reddington #room 417 #end #begin #ending #beginning #harold #harold cooper #tv shows #television #quotes

[ultrahpfan5blog]

The Blacklists ends in an expectedly uninteresting and lethargic way....

The Blacklist season 10 has felt off right from the very beginning. There just feels like there hasn't been a purpose to this season apart from saying that the show reached 10 seasons and having some sort of ending. But there wasn't any real drive in the season. The initial hope was that the drive would be in returning Blacklisters teaming up against Red and the task force, but that storyline fizzled out very fast. The final arc also felt fairly by the numbers and ended the season and series in a way that was unsatisfying but also completely expected. There hasn't been any narrative drive in the show for years now, and it has never felt like the writers had any specific endgame in mind, and that is how it felt. The show rendered the task force members to be rather toothless. At no point for years have the task force been able to one up Red. The finale should have concluded with Ressler catching up with Red and then Red dying, instead of using the weird Bull metaphor they introduced in season 10 to kill Red, that never made much sense to me. I think Harold Cooper suffered the most as a character because he spent the entire season being so indignant that Red kept conning them, as if he hadn't done that a 100 times. There was no real closure to any of the characters. Aram never returned after the season premiere. We don't know what happened to Cooper, Ressler, Dembe, Siya, Herbie etc... We just have to assume things. The show should have given some closure for the first 3 characters at least. I mean, Ressler came back to the FBI because of The Blacklist being Liz's calling and wanting to not have her death be the end. What would he do now given there is no more task force and no more Reddington? I can assume that Cooper retired, and Dembe maybe goes and reunites with his daughter. But still, just a montage showing what the characters are doing would have been nice. I never expected any further info about Red's identity because I feel they gave the answer in the season 8 finale without coming out and directly saying it, and it isn't important anymore anyways. There was a nice monologue by Dembe in the finale, which was well acted, and there were some nice scenes with Reddington with various characters, and I liked that Ressler is the one to finally find Reddington at the end and we see him put Red's hat on Red's body as a sign of respect, but all in all, an underwhelming end to an underwhelming season, to a show that was great for about 6 seasons, before it started treading water.

#the blacklist #raymond reddington #donald ressler #dembe zuma #siya malik #harold cooper #james spader #diego klattenhoff #hisham tawfiq #anya bannerjee #harry lennix

[aninizi]

Raymond Reddington: “Why am I always the bad guy?”

#The Blacklist #Harold Cooper #Raymond Reddington #s10e2 #good question

[promosbrasil]

The Blacklist 10x19 Promo “Room 417”

#the blacklist #the blacklist season 10 #the blacklist nbc #raymond reddington #red reddington #elizabeth keen #james spader #megan boone #donald ressler #diego klattenhoff #harry lennix #harold cooper #hisham tawfiq #dembe zuma #amir arison #aram mojtabai #lista negra #lista negra 10 temporada #the balcklist 10x19 promo #lista negra 10x19 #the blacklist 10x19 #the blacklist promo #the blacklist final season #Youtube

[alyblacklist]

NBC Promo Pics for Episode 10.22

"THE BLACKLIST"

"RAYMOND REDDINGTON #00: GOOD NIGHT

ORIGINAL

07/13/2023 (09:00PM - 10:01PM) (Thursday)    : Series finale, part 2. The future of the FBI’s Reddington Task Force is decided

#the blacklist #promo pics #raymond reddington #donald ressler #harold cooper #jordan nixon #10.22

[spader07]

Meaning behind names used in The Blacklist - this is interesting….

Raymond - “counsel” and “protection.”

Katarina - pure

Dembe - peace

Harold - “army” and “ruler”

Donald - “world” and “power.”

Aram - "high"

Alina - light Independent

Samar - night talk

Tom - "innocence, naivety, simplicity" or "the end.”

Jacob - supplanter

Christopher - bearer of Christ

Elizabeth - God is my oath

Liz - God's promise

Lizzy - God's promise; God is my oath

Lizzie - oath of God, or God is satisfaction

Masha - "star of the sea" or "beloved."

Agnes - chaste (abstaining from extramarital, or from all, sexual intercourse.)

Marvin - sea friend

Kathryn or Kate - pure

Sam - God hears

Samuel - God has heard

Dominic - of the lord

Dom - lord

Lena - torch

Virginia - "pure virgin maid"

Constantin - constant, steadfast

Alexander - defender of men

Ilya - "the power of God"

Tatiana - fairy queen

Ivan - god's gracious gift

Carla - Free man

Naomi - pleasantness

Jennifer - the fair one

LAST NAMES 🤷🏼‍♀️

Reddington - probably a variant of Reading 1, from the place name + the Middle English suffix -tune 'settlement'

Rostova - growth

Rostov - a seaport on the Don River near the Sea of Azov in the European part of Russia.

Kirk - Church

Keen - someone who is brave

Hargrave - habitational names from any of a number of places called Hargrave or Hargreave, of which there are examples in Cheshire, Northamptonshire, and Suffolk; all are named with Old English har 'gray' or hara 'hare' + graf 'grove' or græfe 'thicket'.

Ressler - topographic name for someone living by a slope or drainage channel

Cooper - occupational name for a maker and repairer of wooden vessels such as barrels, tubs, buckets, casks, and vats

#the blacklist #raymond reddington #elizabeth keen #red reddington #harold cooper #donald ressler #aram mojtabai #dembe zuma #samar navabi #katarina rostova

[katarinas-redemption]

10x2

#the blacklist #harold cooper #agnes keen #raymond reddington #the whaler #sami bray #red gifs

[ldflow3r]

so i've been watching The Blacklist after very recently finishing all 15 seasons of Criminal Minds, and i would love to read a fic where Aaron Hotchner and Harold Cooper meet for brunch to discuss the unauthorized shenanigans their fbi agent children are getting up to on a daily bases before concluding that they as their teams surrogate fathers are the ones to blame for their kids lack of protocol and that there's nothing anyone can do about it and they can tell strauss or whichever old lady is yelling at harold on this particular day to not-so-kindly fu-

also please no spoilers for blacklist im only on season 2 ok thank u

#the blacklist #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #the blacklist fanfic #aaron hotchner #harold cooper #crossover #i guess #hypothetical crossover #found family #lets be real harold is not lizzy's surrogate father #we're not gonna even go near that can of worms #i just think this would be funny #even though the shows are nothing alike #ive been making all kinds of comparisons while watching the blacklist #aram reminds me of garcia and reid at the same time #but then lizzy also reminds me of spencer reid #and oh my god the blacklist ao3 fics have scarred me #i knew there inevitably would be lizzy x red fics but i didn't think there would be so many #its sickening #and disturbing #something should be done about it #someone call the fucking fbi

[humanxbeing]

“It’s easy to give advice. It’s harder to take it.”

#TBL season 10 promo concept.

#harry lennix #harold cooper #the blacklist #fanart #blacklist fanart