#char: jake peralta

[padme-amidala]

CREATOR TAG GAME

thank you for tagging me char @bixcaleen! <3

pick your 5 favorite gif sets of 2023 that got less than 1k notes and then pick 10 gifsets of someone else's that got less than 1k notes.

mine:

this anakin skywalker set is probably one of my favorite gifsets i've made in general. i absolutely love this quote from the rots novelization (matthew stover i'm in your walls) and the parallels are so satisfying to me

i had so much fun making this obi-wan kenobi set! i love when people make sets like this and wanted to give it a go myself, pretty happy with how it turned out!

this shadow and bone set took literal years out of my life. wouldn't do it again but it was fun lmao

i'm really happy with the coloring on this alicent hightower set. my best girl <3

this katherine pierce set which is pretty simple compared to the other sets on this list but i love my evil girlie and loved giffing her!

others:

this yennefer set by @bixcaleen is SO spectacular i'm never getting over it. everything from the lilac coloring and the absolutely mindblowing triple blends to the typography are flawless and i'm so in love!

this daenerys set by @zoya-nazyalenskys lives in my head rent free!! ana always uses the most beautiful shades of blue in her sets and that combined with the red accents and incredible blending are the most stunning thing i've ever seen.

i literally gasp every single time i see this yellowjackets set by @cardvngreenbriar!! this set is what really sold the casting for me, the scenes chosen and the way the gifs are blended are pure magic. i will never ever stop gushing about this one, it's a masterpiece.

i'm never not thinking about this alicent set by @azoraahai. the most beautiful muted green coloring combined with black & white and flawless blending AND the lyrics that hit so incredibly hard?? yeah it's perfect. and i'm enamored.

this anakin skywalker set by @hayden-christensen is literally everything to me. the absolutely perfect song and scene combinations and the flow of colors make my brain buzz. truly a masterpiece!!

this jake peralta set by @jakeyp is pure genius (as is literally everything ives makes, i'm constantly blown away by her creativity) and i'm in love! it's beyond gorgeous. it's so funny. it's everything to me. i need to physically consume it.

i'm not sure i have the words to describe how this anidala set by @lady-arryn makes me feel. the gutwrenching quote with the b&w coloring that compliments it perfectly has me on the floor. not to mention the insane triple blends that i could stare at forever. i will cherish this set forever.

i'm so obsessed with this alicent hightower set by @saws2004!! literal perfection from the coloring and the blending to the layout. i love outfit sets and this one is so creative. all the details. the quote in the last gif?? the most perfect addition.

this kaz set by @cal-kestis is one of the prettiest things ever and a masterful display of typography, blending and coloring. nik's ability to pair fonts so flawlessly always blows my mind. the rich colors blend together so beautifully i'm in awe!!

forever sobbing about this rogue one set by @starfighters!! in addition to the most heartbreaking lyrics (NIALL MY LOVE) this set also has one of the prettiest color combinations ever. the scenes, the blending... i'm in heaven.

no pressure tagging all the people above!

#tag game

[buffymuses]

oiie!!! você encontrou meu blog de musings!! aqui você encontra de tudo um pouco e o que você não encontrar, sinta-se livre para me perguntar!! 

eu sou a buffy e atualmente tenho três chars (@itskingsarabi, @damnhook e @thehowlcircs​) legacies, aos quais contarei um pouquinho nesse post! ah, esse é meu blog principal, então se precisar mandar mensagem, combinar plots, prefiro que seja por aqui!

⋆·˚ 🦁 ﹒SARABI KING

Em nome da Excalibur, SARABI KING em seus 28 ANOS, jura seguir o legado de SIMBA E NALA durante a sua estadia na Academia dos Legados. Com a sabedoria concedida a ela, deve se manter caminho da luz enquanto conclui o MÓDULO III. 

FC: Laura Harrier

Aniversário: 20 de setembro

Habilidade: Conexão com uma leoa

Ocupação: trabalha no departamento de Artistas e Repertório na gravadora Kings. 

Inspos: Korra (The legend of Korra), Jean (Genshin Impact), Yoon Seri (Crashing Landing on You); Yor Forger (Spy x Family); Sakura Haruno (Naruto).

🦁 — i. about / ii. connections / iii. pinterest

⋆·˚ 🪝 ﹒  DAMIAN HOOK

Em nome da Excalibur, DAMIAN HOOK em seus VINTE E CINCO anos, jura reverter o legado de JAMES HOOK durante a sua estadia na Academia dos Legados. Com a sabedoria concedida a ele, deve se manter caminho da luz enquanto conclui o MÓDULO II. 

FC: Song Kang

Aniversário: 31 de maio

Habilidade: Master of Puppets (ao ingerir uma gota de sangue de alguém, consegue manipular o corpo da pessoa. leia mais em sua bio!)

Ocupação: nas horas vagas trabalha junto de seu pai no Pirate’s Life.

Inspos: Vincenzo Cassano (Vincenzo), Ri Jeong-hyeok (Crashing Landing on You), Hidan (Naruto Shippuden), Damian Desmond (Spy x Family), Toga Himiko (Boku no Hero Academy), Xiao (Genshin Impact).

🪝  —   i. about  / ii. connections / iii. pinterest

⋆·˚ 🎪 ﹒  JIMMY “HOWL” HOWELL

Em nome da Excalibur, [JIMMY “HOWL” HOWELL] em seus [22] anos, jura seguir o legado do [CIRCO] durante a sua estadia na Academia dos Legados. Com a sabedoria concedida a ele, deve se manter caminho da luz enquanto conclui o [MÓDULO II].

FC: Anthony Turpel

Aniversário: 13 de outubro

Habilidade: Elasticidade

Ocupação: Equilibrista no Circo

Inspos: Naruto Uzumaki (Naruto), Gus Porter (The Owl House), Anya Forger (Spy x Family); Shoyo Hinata (Haikyu!!), Jake Peralta (Brooklyn 99), Reed Richards (Fantastic four).

🎪 — i. about / ii. connections / iii. pinterest

#⋆·˚ 🦁 ﹒ 𝗦𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗕𝗜 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 #⋆·˚ 🪝 ﹒ 𝗗𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗔𝗡 𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗞 #⋆·˚ 🎪 ﹒ 𝗝𝗜𝗠𝗠𝗬 𝗛𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗟𝗟

[yourheartbeat]

get to know me meme ☆ [1/5] tv shows: brooklyn nine nine

"title of your sex tape."

#brooklyn nine nine #b99edit #meme: get to know me #nessa007 #userstream #cinemapix #filmtv #userthing #creatorsspotlight #b99gifs #usersource #char: jake peralta #char: amy santiago #tv: brooklyn nine nine #char: raymond holt #char: charles boyle #char: gina linetti #char: terry jeffords #char: michael hitchcock #char: norm scully #mine: gifs #*mine

[commanderogerss]

GET TO KNOW ME MEME: favourite tv shows

↳ brooklyn 99 (2013 - 2021)

#brooklyn nine nine #brooklyn99edit #brooklynninenineedit #tvedit #tvshowedit #gtkmedit #gtkmm* #*mine #*mine: gif #char: jake peralta #char: amy santiago #char: rosa diaz #char: Raymond holt #char: terry jeffords #brooklyn 99

[cravensvvorth]

#b99 #b99edit #dailyb99gifs #b99network #bbelcher #b99** #char: jake peralta #char: charles boyle #i don't know what i'm doing #** #100** #500** #1k** #1.5k** #2k** #2.5k** #3k** #3.5k** #4k** #4.5k** #5k** #5.5k** #6k** #6.5k** #7k** #7.5k**

[maloretsev]

DAPHNE E. GREENGRASS ——slytherin and pureblood.

#char: daphne greengrass #will i finish this app ? the world may never know ! #i still have history / war to go ! did i do it out of order ? 1000000% i did ! #did it take me forever to make this ? yep ! am i pleased with it ? idek ! #enjoy ! and tell me to shut up in the tags pls ! #god ! it's such a soft aesthetic until you see my jake peralta icon ! #jake always out here making himself known ! my bi son ! #this suddenly turns into me talking about b99 in the tags instead of this rp ! #rip !

[amydancepants-peralta]

Hi everyone, sneaking in with my contribution to #b99reunionweek with a tiny Peraltiago ficlet I've had squirrelled away! I hope you enjoy ♥️

home is wherever I’m with you 

“Jake.  I’ve already told you - it’s pointless.”

From his position in the driver’s seat, Jake turns to grin at his wife, taking a moment to appreciate the way the afternoon sun lit up her face just so.  “Trust me, Ames.  I know we’ve seen a lot.  But this one’s the winner, I can feel it.”

Shaking her head slightly, Amy gives him her only slightly doubtful face, twisting to check on their son in his carseat.  “We’ve looked at more houses than I can bear to count, babe.  And none of them have been the right fit for us.  We’re like the Goldilocks of real estate, only instead of finding a house that is ‘just right’,” she air quotes, rolling her eyes; “we just keep finding the duds.”

Grabbing Amy’s left hand as it drops to her thighs, Jake presses a kiss against her warm fingers, rubbing the tip of his middle finger along her wedding rings.  “Yeah, house hunting hasn’t been the easiest.”  

He listens to her groan beside him, and lets go of her hand as Amy moves to cover her face.  “Remember that place last weekend?  That had the bathtub literally on the balcony?”

“I mean … watching the sunset from a bubble-filled bathtub wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.”

“Try telling yourself that when it’s minus 5 outside & this one needs a bath.”  Amy hooks her thumb in Mac’s direction, and Jake looks up at the rearview mirror with a smile.  Happily singing along to vintage TMNT videos playing on the in-car DVD player, their son literally didn’t have a care in the world - and certainly didn’t have any strong opinions over where their next home should be. 

Amy’s free hand is resting on her only faintly swollen belly when Jake’s eyes flicker back to the front, and he grins, turning their car to the left as their destination comes into view.  

“Pretty sure by the time this one comes along, we’re going to be living in a yurt on a stranger’s rooftop somewhere.  Limit everyone to three prized possessions only.”

“Well, you and Mac and baby Peralta-to-be are my prized possessions, so that’s me sorted!”  Jake replies with a wink, pulling into a park and leaning in as Amy shifts to press a kiss on his cheek.

“You and your smooth lines, Peralta.”

Deliberately taking his time to check his phone as they exit the vehicle, Jake grins as a distracted Amy unbuckles Mac from his seat in the back, bouncing their son gently on her hip.  When you’re married to an ace detective - who then skyrockets up the ranks to chief - sneaky plans like today can be hard to pull off.  But as she follows him into the building with only a brief glance of the street around them, Jake feels a glimmer of victory begin to thrum in his veins.  

Amy cranes her neck up to investigate the lobby as they enter, mouth dipping slightly in silent appreciation as she nods.  

“So far, so good, right?”  Grinning, Jake reaches out to wriggle Mac’s outstretched hand before leading them over to the elevator, punching the highest floor as they walk in.  

“Top floor, Jake?  Can we really afford this?”

“Higher!” Mac cries in reply, lifting a pointed finger to the ceiling, and Jake and Amy share a glance before chuckling.  

“Trust me, babe.  It’s not nearly as exxy as others we’ve seen.  Plus, this place has got a super special detail that is definitely a surprise but I just know you’re going to love.”

Passing a wriggling Mac over to Jake’s outstretched arms, Amy gives her husband an unsubtle side-eye.  “You mean like the time you tried to surprise me with a home-cooked meal, and nearly burned the apartment down?”

“Okay, firstly, it was char-grilled chicken and peach flambé, so I still maintain those flames were all part of my plan.  And secondly, my cooking skills have gone way up since then.”

“Right you are, babe.”  Leaning in for an apologetic kiss, Amy pulls away as the elevator announces their arrival with a gentle ding.  She digs impatiently in Jake’s pocket for the keys while his hands remain around Mac, curiosity already getting the better of her.  “I don’t know how you managed to convince the agent to borrow these keys, but I’m all for it.  I hate being wooed to like something that clearly sucks.”

Grinning to himself, Jake simply nods as his wife pulls out the keys with a flourish, following her into the hallway as the final steps of Operation Perfect Apartment fell into place (it was almost like he knew what Amy liked, or something).  He lets a wriggling Mac drop to the floor as Amy swings the front door of apartment 9 open, grinning even wider as he hears her quietly gasp.

“Oh, this is …”

With the afternoon sun filtering through the wide-set windows that made up the exterior of the building, the clearly larger floor plan of their potential new home grabbed both Jake and Amy’s attention as they moved to the centre of the room.  They circled in awe, carefully taking in the newly installed carpentry and freshly stained floors as Mac’s sneakers slapped against the boards, running straight towards the family-sized kitchen for further exploration.  

Amy looks over at Jake in wonder as they make their way down the hallway, inspecting the master and three adjacent bedrooms before spying a bathtub big enough for two in the master ensuite.  “Babe, this place is amazing.”

Jake nods enthusiastically, slightly speechless as the rest of the apartment unfolds before them.  The photos he’d seen of this place simply did not do them justice; and he only has to squint just a little before he can see Mac running up and down this hallway for years and years to come.  

He feels Amy’s hand wrap around his forearm, head resting on one shoulder as she takes in the rest of the view.  “Do you really think we can afford this?”

Quickly, Jake nods, stretching out his hand as he beckons Amy to follow.  “I’ve run the numbers, Ames.  And had Terry double-check them.  We’re good.  Especially when you see this last little ace up our sleeve.”  He whirls around quickly, checking for any sign of Mac, and when he sees a pile of messy curls run towards them Jake grins from ear to ear.  “Okay, buddy.  One last area to explore!”

The footsteps of six pairs of shoes shuffle as they make their way upwards from a door near the coat closet, Amy lingering behind until Mac’s tiny feet have made it all the way to the top.  Sunlight slices through the walkway as Jake unlocks the final door, stepping out to carefully secure it away with it’s attached hook and presenting the rooftop terrace with a flourish.   “And voilà!  The pièce de résistance.”

Mac giggles beside him, tucking his face into his father’s jeans as eyes adjust to the sudden change in light.  “French Daddy!”

“Oui oui, bud!”

Rustling her son’s hair playfully, Amy passes her two men to step out onto the terrace, that I’m close to solving a puzzle look that just so happens to be Jake’s favourite beginning to creep onto her face as she looks around.  “This is a nice little rooftop, Jake.  I just don’t know if I’d call this the most important feature, that kitchen with the subway tiling kinda stole the show and - wait a minute!”  Turning in place, Amy surveys the view from the raised brick exterior, gasping softly as she runs closer to the edge.  “Is this …?”

Nodding, Jake watches Mac as he races over to the herb garden installed over to their right, turning back to Amy with a triumphant smile as she shakes her head.  

“There’s no way!”

“Honestly, I was just as surprised as you.  But, as it turns out, one of the parents in Mac’s playgroup is a real estate agent, and they were recently put in charge of a bunch of repurposed warehouses up and down the city.  We got to talking over green eggs & ham, and when he mentioned Barton Street I just knew we had to see it.  The best part is, we’re one of the few people who know about it, so … if we want it, it’s ours.”

“Wait … we could actually live here?”

“Apartment Nine, 397 Barton Street, babe.  We’ve come full circle.  If you’re interested, that is.”

Throwing her arms around Jake’s neck, Amy pulls her husband in for a grateful kiss before nodding enthusiastically.  “If I’m interested?  It’s perfect, Jake.  Absolutely perfect.”

“It totally is, right?!  And Ames … I don’t want it sound like it’s been a long time since that night, but … this area is barely industrial anymore.  There are cafes everywhere, a playground three blocks over … even a gym where we could pay for a membership we’ll never use.”  

Laughing, Amy shakes her head, keeping her hand gripped in his as she leads them back towards the raised brick.  “It kind of has been forever, hasn’t it?  But in the best kind of way.”

Closing the minimal gap between them with a kiss, Jake nods.  “The best of the best.”

Leaning into the steadiness of Jake’s embrace, Amy hums softly as the two of them fall silent, memories of polyester dresses and nut vendors stealing their thoughts until that night feels like it was only yesterday.  

“So.  When can we move in?” Amy whispers, gripping Jake’s hand and resting it on her growing bump.

“How’s next week sound?”

Turning in place, Amy calls out to their son before smiling over at Jake.  “Sounds like something only an organisational queen could organise.  You should count your lucky stars, buddy.”

Grinning, Jake nods, glancing over at the view one last time.  “I already do, Ames.  Oooh!  You missed the best part.”  He pauses for maximum dramatic affect, raising his hands in excitement as the final announcement comes through.  “The windows don’t have bars anymore!”

“Jake, you are not Die-Harding off this roof.”

“C’mon, you didn’t even consider it!”

#b99reunionweek #my writing #yes there was originally a day 1 offering that may still see the light of day but who knows! #peraltiago fics will never go astray #😌💕 #b99 #jake x amy

[mundungs]

ϟ.  → robert sheehan : genderfluid : he/they/she : dealer of illicit objects and substances : the raven by the alan parsons project ϟ  did you see mundungus fletcher ? you know ,  31 year old halfblood who was formally in ravenclaw. some say dung can be quite furtive but are known to be unreliable. they are aligned with the order .  maybe that’s why they remind me of naming stray cats, flicking a lighter over and over again, falling asleep on the subway. ϟ 

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ciannán o’donnell is a flighty man, one of many relationships and flings and little loyalty, and so his affair with maeve fletcher does not last long. when she tells him she is pregnant, he moves on to a different woman, and maeve has her son alone, with her sister on her side. and thus, mundungus is born (and giving an arguably atrocious name).

he grows up with his mum – a halfblooded witch and by far his favourite person in the world – in limerick, attending muggle school there. he knew who his dad was, but wasn’t quite sure how to feel about — his father is a criminal, a prominent member of the irish mob. 

he meets his dad for the first time at age seven, and was nothing but impressed. his dad showered him with gifts, his mum watching with a furious look on her face but biting her tongue. that moment was a switch for mundungus; he felt the need to impress his dad. he stole some sweets from a store on his way home from school a week later, fished some pennies out of the pockets of his classmates a few months later. when he phoned his dad to tell him, his laugh was warm and filled with life. his relationship with his dad got better as his behaviour got worse. the thrill of stealing, of doing stuff he wasn’t supposed to, lit him not only on fire because it was exciting, but also because he knew his dad would adore it. 

but ciannan, a flighty man, pushes and pulls. and so mundungus was fed disappointment by his father, liking love off a shiny knife rather than a spoon ( silver or plastic, what the fuck does it matter ). details omitted, long story made short: his dad sucks and his mother tries, but mundungus is pulled towards that what smells of danger.

DRUGS MENT. at hogwarts, dung is sorted into ravenclaw. not at all the booksmart type, he falls more into the chaotic-creativity, random-bursts-of-wanting-to-learn-everything-about-something type of ravenclaw. there’s two worlds, then: the muggle world, where he slowly dips his water further in criminal waters, and the wizarding one, where he’s chaotic and messy but a student. when he grows older, these overlap: dung starts selling some of his dad’s weed at hogwarts, and soon gains a reputation of being able to get people less-than-legal shit. 

not getting high off your own supply is not a sentiment he agrees with. not then, not later, not now. dung is fun, always in for a party and willing to supply the goods to throw it. if some rich purebloods lose a few galleons at said party, well, it sure isn’t him! END OF TW

he graduates with two newts, in herbology and potions, failing his dada and charms exams. he’s not an academic.

falling into the family business after graduation is easy. mundungus is attracted by the criminal underworld, both that of muggle ireland and that of the wizarding world. knockturn alley was a place frequented in teenage years, but now becomes more his place. he makes connections, exchanges strange potion recipes for other things. makes an odd wager on a bunch of stolen brass scales and turns a profit. 

a career is not something that interests him; he is more interested in bending rules and making quick money. thievery, selling illegal shit, heists, fraud, fuck-all. mundungus is not limited by one descriptor, one kind of criminality. he just does what he wants and hopes to make a good penny.

but then he almost gets sent to azkaban over some, in his frank opinion, bullshit. it’s dumbledore who talks the wizengamot out of it, saddling dung up with some community service and persuading him towards the order. he’s twenty three. the war is still fresh. he has no interest in it, but he owes the old man. fine.

mundungus does vehemently oppose blood purity and any kind of discriminatory ideals, an anarchist in his very bones, but he is also cowardly. to side with self-proclaimed rebels is not in his blood and yet it’s where he ends up, bringing shady ties to the underworld to the table and a sheer ability to sneak around and fuck the law. and maybe, amidst the ranks of the order, dung finds something he’s not very familiar with: a large family. and dung? well, he’s the stoner, gay, super-fucking-chaotic cousin.

personality

if jesper fahey and kaz brekker had a child, it would be dung. 

other character parallels: fezco ( euphoria ), boris ( the goldfinch ), doug judy ( b99 ), jason mendoza ( the good place ), chris miles ( skins ),  nick miller ( new girl ), creed bratton ( the office ), scott lang ( marvel ), lillian ( unbreakable kimmy schmidt )

technically he’s homeless. he’s got a bedroom at his ma’s place, has a ton of squatter connects in the muggle scene and couch surfes aplenty, but dung doesn’t rent a place. why? landlords are evil. he could afford a place, just doesn’t see the point. life’s better with some adventure.

appears very neutral in public as it’s beneficial to his role in the order??? 

.... tortured artist. writes poetry and loves to draw and paint. 

tattooed the fuck up. some are his own designs.

can usually be spotted wearing The Coat, a rly expensive, vintage long coat that he once stole of a pureblood. he’s enlarged the pockets with some handy spellwork and pretty much carries everything he owes in there, like his produce and his money and his second pair of shoes and his art supplies and probably some random trash. 

loves animals. he loves stray cats especially <3 they are his kin. 

an anarchist. a bit of a punk. a deep idealist with a cowardly heart so constantly betraying himself (and sometimes others?)

queer! enby! genderfluid! i used he/him pronouns throughout this intro but dung truly doesn’t give a damn what u use. loves to dress up in feminine clothes. 

has a ton of aliases, lol, the most important one being marigold fincher. 

cusses too fuckin much to be healthy :/

oh no he is a big sad insecure kid deep inside :/ dont tell anyone how embarrassing!!!! shhhh!! it’s a secret.

quick connection ideas

victim. wow please. if your character is rich. let me steal from u. pick ur pockets. break into ur house. get some of ur stuff and drop it on the black market. 

customer. dung sells. whatever u need. drugs. weird magical things. ask and ye shall receive. his prices are whack but he does deliver <3

pal. party friends! order friends! random encounter friends! dung has a trashmouth and loves to talk pls let him chat u up and u will never be rid of him <3

couch. he couch surfs. a lot. if ur character trusts dung enough to let him into their home (which they shouldnt) then pls let him sleep over for a night. he will leave a strangely expensive necklace on ur kitchen table as a thank u. or wilted flowers. no in between.

skeptic. ur char is in the order and thinks dung is a liability and maybe they have a point. a point mundungus would rather not face :)

dmle bitches. dung hates anyone authoritative but esp the coppers at the ministry (hit wix & aurors) (yea he calls them coppers sorry he doesnt respect them enough to call them aurors <3). give me that doug judy/jake peralta dynamic. or just someone in the dmle who is like ... sigh this guy again??? 

fwb/one night stand/fling/etc. he’s a bit slutty <333 give him some ppl he’s hooked up with / will hook up with.

#muddywaters.intro #intro. #this one <3 this one has so much dumb energy in one body <3

[frostedfaves]

Promise Me

Pairing: Jake Peralta x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N makes a promise to Jake and luckily keeps her word.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: MAJOR character death, funerals, super brief mention of suicide

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I hate funerals. Everything about them is the fucking worst, and I wouldn't be here if I didn't love him so much that I wanted to keep my word, even after his very premature death. 

"Y/N, promise me that you'll come to my funeral if I die before you."

"Jake," I spoke in a slightly scolding to him as I looked up, startled when I realized his case file was closed on his desk and his eyes were already directed to mine. "Please don't—"

"Trust me, I know how you feel about funerals and it's completely valid. But promise me that you'll come to mine and I'll never ask you for anything else."

I quickly walked around my desk to sit in the chair next to his, resting my thumb on the hand that gripped his chair arm.

"Baby, are you okay?" I asked in a much softer tone, trying not to draw any attention to us and accidentally send him into a panicked state.

His lips curved into a small smile as a bit of air burst from his nostrils in an attempted laugh. He turned his hand over, lifting mine to leave a light kiss on my knuckles.

"I'm okay, and I'm even better with you."

Had I known he was going to die in an explosion during a bust not even a week later, I would've called him a liar and begged him to take a few days off to rest and maybe even talk to a licensed counselor about what I suspected him of feeling. Anything to keep his half charred body from showing up in a morgue.

I held my tongue as I was given condolences and well wishes by common coworkers or family members of Jake's I'd never met. Tried my hardest not to scream at them that being dead was not a better place for him in any way, and that anyone else who thought so could take their own fist and shove it into their mouth and out through their anus.

Luckily Rosa came to sit by me in my secluded corner and gave the next approaching person a glare strong enough to make him piss his pants. I shot her a glance and half a grateful smile before turning my attention back to the carpet pattern I'd pretended to find interesting.

"Came to check on you but don't want to be annoying so talk when you're ready," Rosa commented as she leaned back slightly and crossed her legs casually.

"Well I'm not doing too great, Rosa," I snapped immediately, my shoulders slumping soon after. "You didn't deserve that. I'm sorry."

"Nah, I expected it. Look at me." I turned my head to meet her eyes and she continued. "It's not as bad as it seems. Trust me."

She gave just a hint of a smile before her attention was caught by someone else in front of her and she got up, unfortunately passing another grieving stranger headed my way. Her face was covered by a dark veil as she sported your typical widow-at-a-funeral fit, but I could only assume she was one of Jake's older aunts by the gray-haired bun that poked through the veil in the back.

I painted on a fake smile and tensed every muscle in preparation for whatever cliché condolence was coming this time, left confused when all she did was grab my hands briefly. Sliding them away and leaving behind a folded slip of paper with a solid object inside of it. I held the 'gift' tucked inside my sleeve as I waited a beat before getting up and disappearing into the nearest bathroom. Locking the door behind me, I finally unfolded the paper and the object fell into my palm.

A key.

Frowning, I decided to look for another clue in the note, but all that was written was an address. I pulled my phone from my pocket and opened up Google Maps, typing in the address with lightning speed.

183 Lorraine Street, Brooklyn, New York 11231 Did you mean Treasure Island Storage?

A storage facility in Red Hook, really? What the fuck? Did Aunt whoever really think now was a good time to hand over her belongings to me? I honestly would've preferred the "he's in a better place".

I look down again, stopping myself from crumbling the note when I notice something under my thumb. I shift my hand and realize that under the address there was "7:06pm" written, a time exactly 6 minutes after everyone was set to depart from the funeral home.

I looked at the GPS again, this time hitting the button for directions to this Treasure Island place. GPS estimates a 6 minute drive from here. Interesting.

Throughout the funeral I sat in the back, which luckily went unnoticed as I'd previously declined to come up and speak in front of everyone. Once the guests were distracted with saying farewell at the end, I slipped out the doors quietly and ran to my car, taking a less busy street and luckily making it to the parking lot by 7:05pm.

The hard part was finding the storage unit. There was a sticker with the number 17 on it so I assumed it was unit 17, instantly letting out a groan when the key didn't work. I looked at the key again, turning it upside down and before I could scold myself for thinking a 1 and a 7 could look different upside down I saw it. The tiniest plus sign squeezed between the 1 and 7. Number 8!

I ran around to unit 8 with a newfound confidence, biting back a cheer when the key actually fit into the lock and turned. That confidence turned into fear when I lifted the door up all the way to reveal someone in jeans and a jacket with the hood pulled up over their head. My heart felt like it was nudging the back of my throat.

"This better not be some joke. Who the fuck are you and why am I here?" I tried to sound tougher than I looked with my hands shaking and my head frantically turning as I searched for a sign of backup potential kidnappers. I was just considering closing the door again and running when the mystery person turned and a face was revealed.

"Surprise."

"Jake?!"

#queue #jake peralta #jake peralta x reader #jake peralta x fem!reader #jake peralta imagine #brooklyn nine nine #brooklyn 99 #brooklyn nine nine imagine #brooklyn nine nine x reader #b99 fic #b99 imagine #b99 x reader #b99 fanfic

[superhero-bastards]

@charmingqueenie thanks for the tag babe 💕

Top 10 favorite male characters:

thor odinson (mcu)

steve rogers (mcu)

chase stein (runaways)

pacey witter (dawson’s creek)

gallowglass de clairmont (all souls trilogy)

geralt of rivia (the witcher)

diego hargreeves (the umbrella academy)

luther hargreeves (the umbrella academy)

sam winchester (supernatural)

jake peralta (brooklyn nine nine)

disclaimer: i limited myself to 2 characters per fandom or this list would have been overrun by mcu chars.

honorable mentions go to oliver queen (arrowverse) and spike (buffyverse).

tagging @lorelaigilmo, @samwwinchester, and i mean... i know audrey already tagged the bitch pack but i want to know what you guys answered so @patersonluke, @thespookyphantoms, @lizbennett, @benhargrieves, @mysterydisposition. leaving out nina “i don’t care about men” and sarah “i haven’t seen it” even though i love them dearly because i know they won’t have a good answer to this 💕

#sarah if you see this your love for sokka and ben is noted #mutuals tag #non fandom #tag game

[randomfandomimagine]

Yay🥳🥳 Btw do you have some chars you want a request for?

Thanks, I’m so excited too!! Thanks for asking, sweetie! Right now, these are some characters I would love requests for when they open on Friday:

Cloud Strife

Zack Fair

Tifa Lockhart

Aerith Gainsborough

Jake Peralta

Rosa Diaz

Amy Santiago

John Wick

Eggsy Unwin

Wade Wilson

Merlin Emrys

Arthur Pendragon

Ryuji Sakamoto

Anakin Skywalker

Finn (SW)

Rey (SW)

Ellie Williams

Link (TLOZ)

Geralt of Rivia

Jaskier

Nathan Drake

#anon ask #ask #question #inspired for

[yourheartbeat]

excuse me but jake and amy would be dancing to lover by taylor swift in their living room and you can’t convince me  otherwise 

#b99 #peraltiago #jake x amy #taylor swift #text #tv: brooklyn nine nine #char: jake peralta #char: amy santiago #ship: jake x amy #mine: text #*mine

[fallingmeteor]

Favorite TV Series

#30DaysAboutMe #Day12

Banyak banget kalo drakor dan anime itu termasuk tv series. Mungkin sepanjang gue hidup gue udah nonton lebih dari 50 judul drama korea dan antara 30an judul anime. Jadi kalo favorit juga bingung sih. Mungkin biar beda dikit tv series barat aja yang akan gue bahas. Karena sepanjang gue hidup juga gue cuma nonton 2 tv series barat wkwk.

1. HEROES (2006)

Nonton ini karena tayang di trans 7 atau waktu itu masih tv 7 ya. Dan seru bangetttt. Ceritanya 7 orang ini punya kekuatan masing2 gitu. Salah satunya namanya Hiro yang keturunan jepang punya kekuatan bisa melihat masa depan dan pergi ke masa depan. Time travel lah. Nah dia bisa lihat kalo pada tgl berapa gitu bakal ada bom atom di new york. Ledakannya lebih parah dari bom hiroshima nagasaki. Trus pokoknya gimana lupa akhirnya mereka2 yg punya kekuatan ini berkumpul dan bersatu untuk mencegah bom atom itu. Keren dah pokoknya sampe season 3 kalo gasalah. Tapi di tayangin di tv cuma sampe season 2 huhu. Dan dia ternyata produksi NBC.

2. BROOKLYN 99 (2013)

Jujur nonton ini grgr rekomendasi Nurendra yang ngasih cuplikan video waktu Jake Peralta si main char nyanyi I want it that way. Langsung penasaran sekomedi apakah series ini. Dan gampang juga nontonnya di netflix. Dan ternyata semua jokesnya masuk di gueee huhuuu. Ketawa mulu sampe nangis di tiap episode. Karena kocak banget dan seru bangettt. Satu2nya series yang gue beres sampe season 6 :) Tahun ini dah ada season 7 tapi belom masuk netflix jadi belom bisa nonton. Awalnya dia tayang di fox tapi semenjak season 5 pindah ke NBC. Ceritanya tentang kepolisian di newyork yang kocak banget deh. Gimana mereka nangkep penjahat2 mereka dengan super lawak. Romatic comedy Jake Peralta yang tadinya berantem benci sampe jadian dan nikah dan sekarang punya anak dong woy aaaaaa. 

[cravensvvorth]

#b99edit #dailyb99gifs #b99network #bbelcher #humorgifs #brooklyn nine nine #b99 #** #b99** #char: jake peralta #100** #500** #1k** #1.5k** #2k**

[johnny-and-dora]

darling, you’re my everything

for @amyscascadingtabs - happy birthday my love! <3

“Hey, Ames?” He begins, and everything is perfectly fine until she looks up at him and he literally feels any capacity for rational thought leave his body and he’s almost asking something stupid, like ‘wanna get married?’

or, april 29th, 2017.

read on ao3 -

The morning of April 29th is – unsurprisingly, given the shear dopeness of the romantic epiphany the night before it – mildly chaotic.

Later, when he’s drifting off on the couch while Amy makes flashcards for the sergeant’s exam, he’ll begrudgingly admit that he probably should have been paying more attention to his futile attempts at a romantic breakfast; for now, as Jake stands in their kitchen wearing his girlfriend’s pink fluffy dressing gown and daydreaming of Amy walking down the aisle, the burnt pancakes are very clearly her fault.

Because it’s all he can think about, now, like someone opened the floodgates to a whole new subcategory of Amy fantasies he’s been deep diving into all night, unable to sleep – Amy showing off a sparkling engagement ring, Amy as a glowing vision in white, Amy laughing at him as he fumbles with the rings or his vows or otherwise somehow manages to make himself look like an idiot in front of everyone they know.

(And yes, when he pictures it currently their wedding looks suspiciously like something out of Tangled, but he can work on that. Or maybe not, except he’s not exactly sure where you buy that many lanterns from and if they need a permit for that and he has zero idea what they’re going to do with a horse and a chameleon afterwards so overall it’s probably best that he leaves the planning to Amy, if she…)

(Well, he’s pretty sure she’s gonna say yes. God, he hopes so.)

The point he’s agonisingly slowly lumbering towards is that he has not had a lot of sleep, wrapped up in fleeting dreams of proposing and weddings and maybe being actually, properly married, officially Not Dying Alone and all the euphoria that comes from realising that he’s ready for that, that he might have been lucky enough to have found someone to tease and to surprise and to love for the rest of his life. It’s a lot to process.

Therefore, his burning of what was going to be a super romantic breakfast is by his logic, completely and utterly Amy’s fault. That being said, he’s not a complete monster - it’s not like he has the heart to tell her that she’s entirely to blame when she traipses into the kitchen in her old lady glasses and his hoodie, looking hopeful at the promise of breakfast.

“Pancakes?” She asks – the hope quickly eases into familiar endeared exasperation the second she clocks the blackened breakfast crime scene he’s been caught red handed in. Jake rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, hoping that he’s not visibly radiating the I wanna marry you vibe that he can feel strongly emitting from his chest.

“Uh, they were formerly pancakes at some stage before they mutinied against me to become gross charred bricks.”

“Mmm.” She hums sarcastically as if they appear even slightly edible, then quickly kisses the pout off his lips.

“Sorry. I got…distracted.”

“It’s okay, babe, we’re out of milk and orange soda anyway – let me go.” She firmly dismisses his protests before he can even say anything, a sign of the truly spooky psychic link their partnership has naturally formed over the years; he sighs one last lament over his culinary failure as she disappears into the bathroom and quickly returns with contacts in, her hair in a messy bun and a soft smile on her face.

Just like that, the pancakes don’t even seem to matter anymore - then he has the disgustingly cliché thought of we’ve got forever for pancakes anyway, like forever with someone isn’t merely a faraway abstract Disney concept and more of a real, tangible thing. Jake feels the very strong urge to lie down and preferably take a day or two to process that feeling on top of all the other ones that seem to be clouding his ability to be a rational human being.

He hopes he’s not going to be this weird all the time now, but judging by the direction and speed of his current train of thought there seems to be very little hope.

She’s leaning over the kitchen counter scribbling down a shopping list when he comes to his senses, because of course she is -  he resists the urge to tease her now that he really, truly knows her and he knows her lists are an anchor that keep her organised, keep her steady, keep her sane.

Instead, he watches as she taps the pen against her lips, brows furrowed in deep thought as she mentally categorises the contents of their fridge, and imagines the glint of silver on her ring finger.

He’ll blame on overtiredness and being a general lovesick idiot, later; in the moment of mild chaos, it is absolutely her fault.

“Hey, Ames?” He begins, and everything is perfectly fine until she looks up at him and he literally feels any capacity for rational thought leave his body and he’s almost asking something stupid, like ‘wanna get married?’

Everything is perfectly great until before he knows it he’s almost asking ‘wanna get married?’ - like he’s asking what she wants for dinner or what the weather is going to be like today. Like he’s not asking the most important question of his whole life before 9am on a rainy Saturday while trying to waft away the smell of burning from permeating the kitchen, while half asleep and wearing her pink fluffy dressing gown.

Like he didn’t just have baby’s first romantic epiphany less than twelve hours ago and isn’t still very much almost giddily coming to grips with what that actually means. And all because she’s scribbling down a shopping list for three items that he knows she’ll remember, and how stupidly endearing and consistent and so very Amy that simple action is.

He almost says something very, very stupid – like ‘wanna get married?’ or ‘wanna secretly elope to Paris?’ or ‘we could just go down to the registry office, like today, because I’ve recently realised that you’re the one person I want to spend the rest of my life with, if that’s cool with you’ – and then he gets distracted practically praying that his poor, poor brain to mouth filter that has to deal with this shit on a daily basis hasn’t packed its bags and retired to Florida, because ‘wanna get married?’ is definitely absolutely not how you’re supposed to ask the love of your life to wed you in holy freakin’ matrimony, he knows that, and he doesn’t even have a ring yet and-

“…Jake?” Amy’s doing that face reserved just for him where she’s half amused and half genuinely concerned, and he expertly deduces that he’s been weirdly silent for far too long and therefore hasn’t just acted on one of the more questionable impulses of his life, brought to you straight from the guy who once owned six separate massage chairs. Small mercies.

“Yeah. Sorry, it’s nothing.” He waves a frantic hand in panicked dismissal, downplays it like his heart isn’t doing awe-inspiring acrobatics in his chest right now, bounces on the heels of his feet a little to try and dispel the nervous energy that’s coursing through his veins.  

In the moment he realises he hasn’t just accidentally proposed to her, Jake also makes the executive decision to get some kind of proposal plan together soon so he doesn’t risk accidentally dropping a proposal into casual conversation – because yeah, ‘wanna get married’ is perfectly okay, but if he’s gonna do this, he’s gonna do it properly.

No ‘Celebration’ blaring loudly in the background or confetti cannons or cheap plastic one dollar rings this time. He’s going to do it right.

If he’s going to propose to Amy Santiago, certified actual most incredible amazing human/genius on the entire planet, it is decidedly not going to be while he’s wearing a pink fluffy dressing down and shoving a failed breakfast into the trash. That’s a Peralta guarantee.

“Okay, weirdo.” She gives him a smile with a fleeting hint with suspicion before going back to digging through her purse, and his heart rate slowly but surely returns to normal.

Jake’s going to need a binder. Maybe even with the good types of tab this time, if he can figure out what criteria makes a good type of tab first.

He also needs to calm down so he’s not on the verge of a cardiac arrest every time he’s in close proximity to his girlfriend, because he’s pretty sure that even if she wasn’t the best detective he knows she’d figure him out before he can even scrape the finances together to buy a half decent ring. Maybe he just needs to lie down in general.

“I’ll be back in fifteen minutes. Try not to burn our apartment down in that time?”

“Coming from the woman who seemingly insists on testing our smoke alarm twice a week.”

She rolls her eyes and gently reaches up to cup his face and kiss him goodbye, which is mostly sweet and only slightly satisfying because he knows that means she doesn’t have a good comeback. As the door swings shut behind her he busies himself with cleaning up the kitchen, overwhelmed with another wave of excitement at the idea of marrying his best friend.

Because he’s ready, now – really, he’s probably been ready for a while, deep down. Maybe the second that she kissed him in the back of the ambulance in Florida or when he forfeited yet another bet just to see her smile or when the Nine-Nine was saved from getting shut down and she showed him just how hot she finds his moral compass.

The typo in that crossword puzzle shines out like a beacon in the night; but thoughts of Amy and loving Amy and marrying Amy have been brightening up the darker corners of his life for longer than he’d care to admit.

It’s all her fault – all that determination and kindness and brilliant enthusiasm. The way she’s so stubbornly cemented herself into his heart a, refusing to leave just as she refused to let him work their first case alone, demanding to be taken seriously with a fierceness that both irritated, impressed him and slightly turned him on. She is warmth, joy, that bubbling kind of laughter that just lights him up every time he gets to hear it – but she’s also tougher than she looks and stronger than she knows. There is absolutely no-one else like her.

And the plan, absolutely, startlingly clear in his otherwise sleep deprived and cloudy mind, is to marry her.

(And, on an unsurprisingly extremely chaotic yet magical evening in mid-May, he does.)

#b99 #b99 fic #jake x amy #peraltiago #my writing #this is pure chaos and perfectly represents the state that my overtired brain has been in for the past few weeks #i hope you enjoy <3 #shut up sian

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Microwave- Jake Peralta

Pairing: Jake Peralta x Reader

Characters: Jake Peralta

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon- “That was unexpected.” for Jake Peralta. Reader works as a city coroner. 

Word Count: 451

Author: Charlotte

Bang!

Whenever Jake went quiet it was usually a concerning concept however a loud explosion coming from the kitchen somehow concerned you more. Your boyfriend, Jake, was rather immature and sometimes it was like being around a toddler in that you had to check up on him every five minutes to make sure he wasn’t up to any trouble. One of the easiest ways to know there was trouble was an explosion but that just caused you to worry more about what he could have done.

He had done some baffling things before but never had he blown something up especially not when he had just gone into the kitchen to get some ice cream.

You rushed into the kitchen to see what was wrong with him but mostly to see how much of your kitchen was still intact. Luckily most of it was still intact, as long as you didn’t need your microwave and you didn’t mind the charred and sticky residue now coating most surfaces. The one thing that was missing was your idiot of a boyfriend.

“Jake!” You exclaimed, trying to figure out what could have happened.

His head peered up from behind the kitchen table, his hands gripped around one of the chairs, a sheepish smile upon his face, attempting to seem innocent but the rest of the scene said otherwise.

“Y/N,” he smiled, trying his best to act naturally, not that anything was natural about the interaction.

“What the hell happened Jake?” You huffed. “What happened to my kitchen? You went to get ice cream and somehow exploded my kitchen.”

Jake stood up to his full height, playing with his fingers, hoping to find an excuse that you would accept.

“Well I was heating the ice cream, so it was smoother and not so icy; the explosion, well that was unexpected,” he shrugged.

You ran a hand through your hair. “And how did you manage to explode it?”

He shrugged his shoulders once more. “I have no idea.”

Sometimes you questioned why the hell the two of you were together but regardless you loved him, even if he was a bit of a knob sometimes.

Wanting answers to what had gone on, you made your way towards the carnage that was once your microwave. There was mainly blobs of ice cream and pieces of what would have once made the microwave work but there among it was a slightly blackened spoon. Taking a gentle approach, you picked it up and held it out in his direction to show him how much of an idiot he was.

“A spoon?”

He gave you an innocent grin as you begun to continue shouting at him for being an idiot.

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