A Reminder For Y’all To Flex Your Mad Skills In Any Medium You Have And Join Us On The 4th Of April.

FAQs

Q: What is it? A: It’s TBL Rare Ships Appreciation Week. Q: When it’s happening? A: The week will be held from 4th till 11th of April. 11th is the Bonus day. Total 8 (eight) days of celebrating your ship! Q: All ships are allowed, right? A: Rare ships are allowed. Meaning that two major ships of this fandom—keenler and lizzington—which already have their months and appreciation weeks, aren’t. We want the people who ship something else than mainstream ships be heard and seen. Q: What if I can’t participate, but I want to join? A: You can like/reblog edits! That also counts. Q: Is there any limit for number of posts per day? A: From our experience, if you’re doped enough, you can do 13 posts per day. Your eyes and back won’t thank you, though. Thus, the number of posts is up to you. You submit one—great. Submit 10? Great, too! Q: Can I take this event to other social media? A: Yes, you absolutely can! Q: Does my ship have to be canon for me to join? A: As long if it’s not a mainstream ship (Raymond Reddington x Liz Keen aka lizzington or Donald Ressler x Liz Keen aka keenler), you’re cool. We believe that canon isn’t the Holy Grail. You can bend it the way you want and ship anyone you want to. Q: I’m not into shipping people with people, but I want to join! :( A: No worries, we have a list of crackships where we ship our fav characters with things they can’t live without. Q: I don’t do graphics, but I write fics. Can I join? A: Your participation may include, but not limited to: manips, edits, fanarts, gifs, collages, fics, vids, screenshots, metas, poetry… Anything you wish. Q: I’m into kinky stuff. Not sure I can share it here… A: You can, and you should. Nothing to be ashamed of. Make sure you tag it #NSFW. Q: I can’t participate all 8 days :( A: You may participate at your own pace—one day, two, three, all 8, only support with likes or reblogs. No pressure.

If you have more questions, don’t hesitate to ask.

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Day 3, “Hands All Over”

Now Kiss and Make up

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

Btw, I have a fix-it AU (Ressler/Prescott)! In Russian, yup, but still. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24271807

Day 2: “Damn Your Eyes”

Is it a stolen glance, seductive gaze, or shameless stare which makes your heart beat faster?

Two scenes jump to mind.

The first is from 2.22. Liz went to Tom for help and instead of running to save himself, he stayed to help her. I think Liz was always in love with Tom, always knew him, but I think she realized it in increments over the course of S2 and S3. This was one of those moments when she realized that all she wanted was him. He was home.

The second is from 3.17 just before their second wedding. I love the way she’s teasing him, how she misquotes Lewis Carroll to him, and just how much they love each other in that moment. She didn’t need perfect. She had him.

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

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Day One: When I first saw [You] Reddington

A/N Jumping in on day one for the “TBL Rare ships week”, despite the fact that I’m already two days late XD I’ll have to get cracking to catch up!  _____ I wanted to punch him! Nothing has ever brought me to that level of sheer ferocity than the day I met Raymond Reddington.

After breaking into the building, my team and I had carefully picked our way down the dark passages. The tunnels had been hot and humid in the Vietnamese Jungles. We’d met with some trouble on our way through, and my team and I got separated in what I could only describe as a damned labyrinth.

By sheer luck I’d burst into his room. Decorated in soft cream panels, tasteful silk sheets on the four poster bed, and a deep red carpet. I was baffled that such a room could exist in the grimy tunnels I’d just left. But I’d quickly recovered and aimed my gun, the thrill of having him in my sights almost making my hands tremble. To this day I regret not firing immediately. 

“FBI!”

He spared me a lazy glance over his $1000 sunglasses, a bubbling glass of champagne still in hand and a look of utter bemusement on his face. Curious yet half-way uninterested at the same time. Like a peculiar bug which had stumbled onto his plate, but not into the caviar just yet.

“Get on the ground!” I’d yelled, gun aimed at his head. My team had gotten pinned down somewhere, chances that they would even get here in time would be a miracle in of itself. Dembe, dour and serious, had pulled out his own gun, pinned in turn on me, but a casual wave of Reddington’s hand had most likely prevented him from blowing my head off.

“Ah,” Raymond had said, taking a long sip of champagne, “Another dog sent to chase me, let’s hope this one can keep up.”

I would, I always would, but catching him would prove impossible. I hadn’t known that yet.

The flash of anger had me almost baring my teeth. “Get your ass on the ground, Reddington!”

As a response he’d chuckled, and I could see it for what it was. A dismissive action meant to make me feel small and worthless next to him and his posse. “Agent Donald Ressler, is it?” he’d asked, clear disdain in his voice. Like plucking the words up with tweezers to prevent himself from touching them.

I wasn’t surprised he knew me. But I didn’t like the look in his eyes.

“You have a lot to learn.” And the world exploded.

Many years has passed since that first day. Part of me still hates everything that he is, from that hated suit and hat, to that quiet composure and his utter disregard for my experience and achievements – like a sour cocktail I have to drink every fucking morning. We work for him now. As lackey’s and hunting dogs, as pathetic and disposable as they sound. But a dog gets some affection from his master. He gets treats and pats and recognition for the work and loyalty he offers.

I get nothing but disdain, eyerolls, cutdowns, insults and sneers.

I hate that it’s so, but mostly I hate that I care. Hate that every time he does acknowledge my achievements and good deeds, I preen like a good dog, I wag my tail and I want to reach up to his face and do something completely different than punch.

Day 3 - “Hands All Over”.

Day 7: “Crazy in Love”. Gay!Keenler aka Tom Keen/Donald Ressler

Day 3. “Hands all over”. Resslington.

Does anyone have a hand kink? Because I do.

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.