reddington out


Tom is your Tom problem.

“Have you ever sailed across an ocean, Donald? On a sailboat surrounded by sea with no land in sight, without even the possibility of sighting land for days to come? To stand at the helm of your destiny?

I want that one more time.

I want to be in the Piazza del Campo in Siena, to feel the surge as ten racehorses go thundering by.

I want another meal in Paris at L’Ambroisie  in the place des Vosges.

I want another bottle of wine and then another.

I want the warmth of a woman in the cool set of sheets.

One more night of jazz at the Vanguard.

I want to stand on summits and smoke Cubans and feel the sun on my face for as long as I can.

Walk on the Wall again.

Climb the Tower.

Ride the River.

Stare at the frescos.

I want to sit in the garden and read one more good book.

Most of all I want to sleep. I want to sleep like I slept when I was a boy.

Give me that. Just one time.

That’s why I won’t allow that punk out there to get the best of me, let alone the last of me.”

Raymond Reddington - James Spader - The Blacklist, ep. ‘Anslo Garrick’


“give me a broken, self-loathing man who firmly believes no one could ever love him and a strong-willed woman who doesn’t take any of his shit and gradually becomes his light and hope and sun and stars and i assure you i will ship it til my dying breath” (x)


Raymond “dealing with the devil 101″ Reddington


The Blacklist | Scenes from a Global TV sneak peek for S1E14


I had this dream last night, that in the middle of one of red an lizzie’s *Staring lovingly at eachother* moments, Dawn French did indeed storm into the room and screamed,”Just kiss you morons!”

This needs to happen…


tbl 312 “the vehm”


The Blacklist | Red / Liz | S2

Take my past and take my sins
Like an empty sail takes the wind
And heal[...]

Take my heart and take my hand Like an ocean takes the dirty sands And heal[...]

And tell me some things last
And tell me some things last

- Tom Odell, Heal, S2E2
Just a Hair Off

Just a hair off. A dog’s breath. So much as even a centimeter’s width could mean the difference between life and death in his line of work. Could mean the difference between a sling or a casket; a bleeding wound or simply bleeding out.

And as many close calls as Raymond Reddington has had, this time he’s certain - a centimeter more would have been the death of him.

(GIF credit @factoseintolerant)

*elizabeth keen voice* raymond reddington?? nah what a jerk what a— [trips] [hundreds of photos of raymond reddington spill out of jacket] w-what a fuckign asshole i these arent mine im just [gathering them up frantically sweating] listen i just listen fuck [thousands of pictures of raymond reddington scatter across the floor] shit fcuk im holding them for a friend just listen


The Blacklist Rewatch: The Courier