I love Brooklyn Nine-Nine with all of my soul but I despise the theme song so much
SO MUCH LOVE FOR THESE TWO 💗
You don’t outgrow punk, sir.
“Ames, do you…collect stamps?” Jake asks, laughter in his voice as he pulls out a whole shoebox full to bursting with postage stamps and shaking it, incredulous at just how nerdy his girlfriend is. He’s cleaning out some of her drawers, preparing to move in, and he feels in this moment, as he does in every moment, complete awe at the woman in front of him and complete amusement at her ridiculous antics.
“No! Those are just stamps–you never know when you might need to send letters!” she replies, indignant, apparently unaware that maintaining a thousand-stamp store “just in case” is so much worse.
they finally got married 🤍
There’s a chink in the old stained glass window in the building across the street.
Jake’s made a habit of staring at it whenever he’s perched in the windowsill in their living room - a perch he’s found himself visiting more and more often over the last few weeks, a perch he only discovered a mere eight months ago after living in this apartment for more than 2 years. There’s nothing particularly special about it - nothing particularly comfortable, either, if he’s being honest - but he’s had this image in his head for more years than he’d care to confess, of his wife, untamed hair up in a half-hearted way that screams more utility than style, nose buried in a book, framed in a window seat against a sky speckled with brilliant hues of blue and orange and pink.
(Since she was nothing more than a colleague, he’s had this mental image, born after a very long night that ended with him driving the two of them back to the precinct from a scene across town; she’d pulled a book from her work bag in his back seat and read the whole way back, the atmosphere soft and comfortable despite the silence, and when he’d glanced at her from the driver’s seat her silhouette was set against the just-peaking rays of the morning sunrise.)
He’s had this image, but her apartment let him down, because she doesn’t have a window seat full of overstuffed pillows and luxurious throw blankets like he’d imagined; she has a thin wooden windowsill, off-white paint chipped on one corner after a day of shifting furniture, and it’s hardly wide enough to even count as a perch because he’s found that if he stays there any longer than five minutes his butt starts to go numb.
B99 Girls edits
dance scenes in series are one of the best scenes in the world and you can’t change my mind