okay but neil josten is the adrian pimento (from brooklyn 99) of aftg,,,
And now may I present to you my latest project:
I’ve seen loads of Brooklyn 99 Intro edits for different fandoms so I thought I’d give Dungeons and Dragons a shot. In my opinion, the title credits to the show are completely shit compared to some of the other cartoons of the same decade so I think this is how every episode should start from now on.
(Please don’t ask how long this took me cause I’d rather not say)
I love Brooklyn Nine-Nine with all of my soul but I despise the theme song so much
I see no difference.
Pairing: Jake Peralta x fem!reader
Summary: Y/N feels lost in the shadows at the nine-nine. When a job for her opens up with FBI, she jumps at the chance, not realizing she might be missed by a certain goofball detective.
Word Count: 1.5k
I tried not to burst with happiness as I rode the elevator up to the precinct at the start of the day. Last night, I’d filled out my paperwork for a transfer into the FBI, and I just needed to bring them in for Captain Holt to sign and release me into the special agent universe. It was a dream come true. Not mine, but someone’s, I’m sure.
You don’t outgrow punk, sir.
“We’re twins, like property brothers, but for gynecology.”
I hate the ocean! That’s where that bitch Rose let Leo die, there was plenty of room on that door
*Dick and Jason are arguing during patrol, but Dick gets stabbed*
Jason: I want you to stay calm and try to keep all of your blood inside your body.
Dick: Bitch, what do you think I’m doing.
Jason: Yeah, I don’t know why I said that.
Dick: Now bring your ass down here so we can finish our conversation.
Jason: We can do that later, Dick.
Dick: First of all, I have so much adrenaline pumping through my body right now I can feel almost nothing. Secondly, you can’t say no to me I have a knife in my back!
Jason: Yeah, that tracks. Okay fine.
Abolish the police and replace them with Deya the Deliverer.
they finally got married 🤍
Ivan: At the BBA, they let me do whatever I want, as
long as I’m getting that job done, and you know I am. Last week, I waterboarded
Sergei: No, no, no, I don’t mess with computers, okay? Ever since I died of dysentery on the Oregon Trail, I was like, no thank you. I’m done with this.
Bryan: Great, who are we killing? I won’t do kids. That’s a rule. But that rule is negotiable if the kid’s a dick.
Yuriy: It’s like an
eclipse. You should always look at it with both eyes wide open. Full on.
Sole Survivor: Cause I didn’t understand why people care so much about their dumb dogs till I got a dumb dog myself. I’ve only had Dogmeat for a day and a half, but if anything happened to him, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.
MacCready: Hello, good sir, I’d like your finest bottle of wine, please.
Daisy: That will be 1,600 caps.
MacCready: Great, I’d like your 8 cap-est bottle of wine, please.