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allmyandroids · 3 days
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he makes me all giddy 🥰
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jimmyspades · 2 months
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1989 | 1996 | 2017
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nancyjocom · 9 months
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alyblacklist · 8 months
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Cooper: It's hard to believe this is how it ends. I mean, I always knew the Task Force would end one day, that my career would end one day...but all of this?
Dembe: After I was shot, lying there on the street...I thought I was dying. And in that moment, I was okay with that being the end. With all the things going through my mind...I also thought of Raymond. More than anyone I’ve ever known, he’s always been at peace with death. He says death is inevitable. It will come for us all. And that inevitability robs death entirely of its significance. What matters are the things that are not inevitable. The things we create. The things we find. The left we take when everything in our life is leading us right. How we live. I’ve always loved him for that. For his remarkable refusal to “go quietly into that good night."
Cooper: The poem...by Dylan Thomas. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dembe: Yes. Imagine. Raymond, a man surrounded by death in so many ways, so passionately committed to embracing life. He could have surrendered a thousand times over and to some end. But instead, he chooses to rage. To rage against the dying of the light. To rage against the bad guys that would do us all harm. Rage to protect those people he loves. To find moments of peace and joy...and fun...even though he knows the light is still dying. To live a most passionate life, knowing it will still lead to the same inevitable end...is perhaps the most deeply moving choice one can make. It is the lesson at the very core of my time with him. You never imagined this is how it would end. But our time with him, our time together, was never about how it ended. It was about the adventure, about life, about Raymond constantly reminding us, showing us, imploring us...to rage. To rage.
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footnoteinhistory · 6 months
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letthewhumpbegin · 5 months
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The Blacklist s1e9
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thepersonalquotes · 8 months
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There is nothing that can take the pain away. But eventually you will find a way to live with it. There will be nightmares. And every day when you wake up, it will be the first thing you think about. Until one day, it will be the second thing.
Raymond Reddington
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theinterestsofinsects · 3 months
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thepersonalwords · 6 months
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There is nothing that can take the pain away. But eventually you will find a way to live with it. There will be nightmares. And every day when you wake up, it will be the first thing you think about. Until one day, it will be the second thing.
Raymond Reddington
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101crows · 4 months
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Going To Red for comfort
‘This can’t be happening’
You repeated this to yourself yet again, as if saying it enough times would somehow make it true. The world had taken your birth parents from you and now it was trying to take your found parents too. Another car crash. Not just with one parent this time, no. With both of them.
‘This isn’t happening.’
They were in surgery and the drunk driver that hit them got off with a broken arm and a concussion. You had to see him walking around, talking to the people he loved while your parents laid touch-and-go on hospital beds. You were sure in a few hours you’d be angry as all hell, but after sobbing and screaming and sobbing all over again, all you felt was empty.
Distantly, you heard your phone ringing. It was muffled, like you had lost it under a mountain of pillows, and when you looked at it in your hand you felt a deep certainty that it was not your hand, not your body at all. You stared at for longer than usual, knowing that the word on it was real and familiar, and yet unable to recognize it or who it meant was calling. Only when the call disconnected then started ringing again did you finally register that someone was trying to call you. Reddington was trying to call you.
‘Right. Right, of course, he’ll know what’s happened by now.’
“Hello?”
“(Y/n), darling, I was worried you were ignoring me.” His voice had the same nonchalance it normally did, and yet it was marginally softer than usual. You knew it was on your behalf that he didn’t go immediately into questioning you. Somehow, he knew you would need this sense of normalcy from him, a constant in a world ever-changing.
“I could never ignore you, red.”
You paused for a moment, debating your next question.
“Where are you right now?”
The control you maintained on your voice a moment ago slipped and it became a small, scared thing begging for comfort.
“Already on my way, my dear. I’ll be there in five minutes.”
You felt a wave of relief flood through you. Five minutes. You just had to make it five more minutes. Red was not a miracle worker, but you knew if anyone could help you, it would be him. He would do whatever he could to ensure your parents had the best treatment possible, and you didn’t even have to ask.
“Will you take me somewhere quiet please?”
“You should be with your parents.”
“Please, Red. I can’t be in this damn hospital any longer.”
You heard him sigh, and knew you had won. He wasn’t particularly fond of hospitals, but you downright hated them.
“Two more minutes, darling, then somewhere quiet. Dembe and I will be waiting for you outside.”
You didn’t bother staying on the phone, choosing instead to grab all your things and hurry towards the exit, desperate to leave this stupid white hellhole as quickly as possible. Dembe was waiting for you when you reached the doors, ready to take your bags and put them in the back. You didn’t even have the energy to hand them to him, just stood limply while he grabbed them from you and mumbled out a thank you. You felt like a zombie again as you trudged toward the car, then flung yourself into the seat. You slumped against Reddington, face burrowed into his shoulder.
“Is this real?” He shifted beneath you and draped an arm over your waist, his thumb rubbing circles on your back.
“Unfortunately so.”
You choked back a sob and tightened your grip on his suit.
“The place we’re going… can it be dark too? I like things better in the dark.”
He let out a soft hum of affirmation and something in you realized he was already planning on it. Perhaps if both of you were different people you’d be creeped out by this, but you had long since gotten used to his surveillance. He liked to tell you one could never be too careful.
“Red? One more thing?”
He hummed again to let you know he was listening.
“The man that hit them… I want him to hurt.”
He let out a soft chuckle and draped something over your back.
“That can be arranged.”
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deryaihdal · 2 years
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I’m sorry to say but this was very sexy
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allmyandroids · 10 days
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jimmyspades · 17 days
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James Spader as Raymond Reddington in a Rolex ad during the 2024 Oscars
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Red's thighs.
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alyblacklist · 9 months
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Behind the scenes pics of the filming of the Blacklist finale in Spain shared by the wonderful Blacklist crew over the past couple of days on Instagram (Part 1).
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footnoteinhistory · 6 months
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