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c3ntella · 1 month

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[ENGLISH/INGLÉS]

Elizabeth Keen: Call Reddington and tell him to meet us at my house

Aram Mojtabai, nodding nervously: Ok... but what if he says no? Mr Reddington can be quite... difficult

Elizabeth Keen: Are you scared of Reddington?

Donald Ressler: We all are

[SPANISH/ESPAÑOL]

Elizabeth Keen: Llamen a Reddington y díganle que nos vea en mi casa.

Aram Motjabai, asistiendo nervioso: Ok... pero, ¿y si dice que no? El sr Reddington puede ser... difícil.

Elizabeth Keen: ¿Están asustados de Reddington?

Donald Ressler: Todos lo estamos

#the blacklist #incorrect quotes #elizabeth keen #raymond reddington #donald ressler #aram mojtabai #the blacklist incorrect quotes #im just trying to locate fans of my fandoms by this posts tbh #aram is such a silly i love himb #theyre all scared of reddington except for Keen at this point #the blacklist español #tumblr español #tumblr mexico

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fancycaroline · 3 years

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What about Agnes?

RESSLER: “She’s going to be okay”

LIZ: “Promise?”

RESSLER: “I do”

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LIZ: “I gotta go”

RESSLER: “No you don’t”

LIZ: “I do”

LIZ: “And this time I gotta mean it”

“[Agnes] is going to having a lot of doting Uncles to look after her.”

#the blacklist #elizabeth keen #donald ressler #keenler #aram motjabai #agnes keen #i do / i do #i promise / promise?#dialogue throughout the series for Keenler #keenler endgame 🤞

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bunsbunnybitch · 3 years

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

anon: i dont think i ever really post anything here, as in fanfics and so yeah, bc i postly at my wattpad in the same name, that is if i ever change it. so quick info: so like this is a project ive been wanting to do ( a blacklist x reader fanfic) and its still in the proccess, but its gonna be out in a rlly long time mosly bc my lazy ass cant do shit and im always procrastinating. and like i also made some plots of my own, change many shit in the timeline to match my own and i sometimes question myself why i make such a big fucking effort to create a goddam fic but then i realize that fanfics are the b a. n e of my existence noone: me: s o LiKe- anyways here is an excerp from the prologue (mind u this is a draft so it sucks ass but im too excited to share it so here ya go)

　❝ THE VILLAINNESS ❞

CURRENT DATE: 1993 //THE BAU CLASS LECTURE// TOPIC: The Missing Kids Case

THE lecture room dimmed and the students instantly tensed at the sound of heels clicking the floor. They were excited; some were appalled, either each of the fact that they happen to be sitting alone with the most known psychologist, or preferably the most mischievous asshole on the planet-from your perspective. As for you, you were positioned near the doorway of the lecture room, gazing down from the higher seats to the lower ones, leaning against the wall as you look classy in your dark academia aesthetic.

It consisted of a long charcoal woolen-coat, and amidst the color were small visible lighter grey hatches, adorned with polished black buttons; and beneath the facade was a black turtleneck shirt tucked into the hem of your gingerbread dress pants, a shade darker than your beige-colored boots. Your hair was styled classily, the 1930s being your sole inspiration, and on your eyes laid black shades that complimented your crimson red lipstick.

The addition to the current dark setting of the room made you a shadow to everyone, an illusion of doubt. Observing the brown-complexioned woman, a smile eased its way into your lips, as she plopped her purse onto the table. Plucking the remote control beside the wooden pen holder, she gave a quick glance around the room before turning the projector on with a click.

"On 1991, two years ago." She started, reverberating firmness and authority just off her tone. You crossed your arms in intrigue, ignoring the beeping vibration from your cell. That asshole, mind the profanity, will find you eventually. " It was a chilly day in December that seven teenagers were kidnapped from their homes. There were no leads-" She held up a finger, ticking off the points like grocery lists, while the heads of many students darted to their notepad, scribbling the information down. "-no evidence, no footprints, no DNA...no nothing. It was as if these children vanished into thin air, exploded into puffs of clouds, and disappeared."

"The locals speculated that this was some child trafficking related case, and thought that it was a bit not much of a problem to solve..." She sighed, crossing her arms, and leaned against the table with a tilt of her head"...they were wrong. It isn't."

There was a click and the slide shifted to another slide, the screen depicted the many faces of the children kidnapped on that day, along with the information on their files. Each of these files had 'missing' stamped on them with blood-red blocks of color, and on the front cover of the beige-colored file, was labeled as 'classified'. You squinted your eyes to gain a better look at it.

"Following the disappearance of these kids," She walked around the room, eyes scanning around the students meticulously like they were criminals, how ironic if you had to guess as one is inherently standing among them. ", their files were later erased from every database their names were embedded in. So, every known fact, every known thing, their background, their family were all erased. 3 months later. The FBI managed to only revive five. Those five children being: Brian Ferguson, Naomi Campell, Joan Whitaker, Henrey Amber, and Allen Jestein. The other two names were permanently erased. And as unfortunate as it seems, we too, without their names, couldn't help those two missing kids."

"We'll only wait for the time being, for them to turn themselves in, that is if they've ever escape the unsub..." She trailed, her look fell and it became somber. "....Or died instead."

Some of the students nodded and some resorted to their laptop again, typing the data furiously down onto their documents. You find it all quite amusing, to say the least.

"They were 17 at that time, very young, lively bright...and they have a life ahead of them." She said, an ounce of pity lacing her tone, but you knew it was all just for show. "However, their disappearances were only reported after Brian's school realized that one of their top-tier students, were missing from his classes. This raises some suspicion among the detectives and the police opted to stop by his home..."

She lowered her gaze and paused for dramatic effect. You shifted the weight to your other foot, once again, ignoring the beeping vibration from your cell. God, an FBI with morals.

"...only to be met with the gruesome image of his family brutally murdered, and his house ransacked." She pressed the remote to show the pictures; the students and you furrowed your brows. It was the young boy's living room, with the exception that the mess had looked liked it was done by the devil.

The wallpapers were partially torn apart, leaving slash-like marks on some of the walls; and on the floor were blood, splattered everywhere, handprints smudging the knob of the doors, on cabinets, the floors, and walls-as if the victims wanted to flee, but they are unable to do so. And they've met their doom. The bedroom was worse, and strictly speaking, it is where the bodies of his parents were laid. You've seen the picture and it was quite gruesome. To save the students their sanity, the woman only showed the kitchen, quickly pressing the button to pass all the grim pictures. She sighed and pressed another button to show various other kinds of rooms from different houses, all with the same vicious intention.

"This too also befell the other five children. Family murdered. House ransacked. Every file and paper burnt." She articulated, nodding along her words. "This act had drove the FBI into a pit of insanity, leading us to question that has been vexing our minds..."

You heard a bang, and the door of the lecture room slammed open from the other side. Sighing you rolled your eyes as police officers spilled into the room, pointing their guns at everyone while scouring the whole place.

"Poor trainees were scared shitless," You thought amusingly, reaching into your pocket to grab your cell.

A familiar blond agent stormed into the room and waved his hands around, presumably instructing the officers per his requests. The professor, obviously displeased by the situation, crossed her arms and trotted up to the man, conversing with him before trailing her eyes to the other entrance of the room. She caught yours, but at first didn't notice, it was when she did a once over that she straightened her back and raised her eyebrows questioningly. You tilted your chin and gave her a small smile, placing a finger against your lips. You dialed a number and placed the beeping phone against your ear, the woman still silent per your request. The man flinched as he felt his phone ringing and picked it up, brows furrowed with annoyance and resentment combined.

"How long did it take you to find me, Donald?" You spoke cooly, once again leaning against the frame. "Was it the chocolate chips or the fedora hat that you despised so much?"

And with that you shut the phone, disappearing amidst the shadow of the room. You heard a shout, and the pitter-patter of footsteps grew louder your way. Does yall like it ^^

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kxsslikerealpeopledo · 3 years

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Jack hodgins and Aram Motjabai would be great friends change my mind.

#bones #bonestv #Jack hodgins #aram Motjabai #the blacklist #bonesshow #jack hodgins

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jadetorchwood · 8 years

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Aram is awesome and sweet.

#the blacklist #spoilers #aram motjabai

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alyblacklist · 3 years

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#the blacklist #behind the scenes #spoilers #8.04 #amir arison #aram motjabai #Elizabeth keen #megan boone

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alyblacklist · 3 years

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#the blacklist #behind the scenes #amir arison #deirdre lovejoy #aram motjabai #cynthia panabaker #8.12

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alyblacklist · 3 years

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#the blacklist #behind the scenes #amir arison #aram motjabai #harry lennix #harold cooper #diego klattenhoff #donald ressler #laura sohn #alina park

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alyblacklist · 4 years

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Official Gallery for Episode 8.01 (Part 2 of 3)

THE BLACKLIST"

"ROANOKE"

ORIGINAL

11/13/2020 (08:00PM - 09:00PM) (Friday) : Red directs the Task Force to investigate Roanoke, a legendary criminal who orchestrates elaborate extractions. Meanwhile, Liz works to hatch a secret plan with her mother, Katarina Rostova (guest star Laila Robins).

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#the blacklist #raymond reddington #promo pics #elizabeth keen #donald ressler #alina park #aram motjabai #hardld cooper #dembe zuma #8.01

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kxsslikerealpeopledo · 3 years

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I might write a fully self indulgent fic of Patterson, Jack Hodgins are Aram geeking out over something. Yeah.

#blindspot #patterson blindspot #bonestv #bones tv #jack hodgins #aram motjabai #the blacklist #JUST THREE LOWKEY NERDS BONDING #its what they deserve your honor

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alyblacklist · 7 years

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