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brooklynislandgirl · 10 months

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"Beth." He's suddenly invading her space, pushing her backwards until she's trapped between the wall and his body. He doesn't want her wiggling away.. Especially not after the conversation he had had with Andy. He most certainly wouldn't approve but.. He knows what she wants, he's seen her eyes straying to his blade whenever he was handling it. He knows that lust. He knows thrill that rushes through her as he lifts the blade to trail it down the curve of her jaw. "...Big brother isn't here to save you.. How bad do you want it, Bethy?"

There is a moment. One that seems to span an eternity even if she could tally up the actual fragments of time into a web that would only loop itself between her fingers like a cats-cradle. In this perceived aeon, Beth can feel her heart leap into her throat. The friction of it acts like tinder, setting everything below on fire as she feels the warmth of him, the weight and the texture of muscle and bone from where her shoulders rest against the lower portion of his ribs. She is slight. Barely there. He meets no resistance. What is a cage to others is often a comfort to Beth. Darkened eyes from where her pupils have dilated giving away any pretence that she's untouched by any sense of desire ~the oxytocin leaking into her bloodstream from the moment he said her name in that very specific way~ and now stare up, slivers of leaf green that are normally vast virgin forest. She's never been shy about the beauty of his hands and the way they work with his knives. If anything there's maybe a slight envy. Her own fluid grace is clinical, something she can't separate so they are delicate strokes, never the power and rage like Franks, and she can only lift Andy's sword when she uses mana to enhance her strength. When he allows her near it at all. Billy, of them all, though seems to possess a balance. She sighs, winsomely, when he caresses the square jaw ~a family trait~ with cold steel. She's sure he can feel that momentary ache inside of her, too. And then... Then... Billy has to go and ruin it. Frustration clouds her gaze before she puts a hand on his chest. Gives him a faint push. One that is blatantly half-hearted. "...Bout as much as ya wan Andy t' fold ya up like a blanket an' bend ya over da foot of his bed." Her voice is soft. There's no edge. There's no fight. Simply... resignation. Her brother has hurt his feelings. So he asks the person he knows doesn't really know how to say no. Even when she feels something in her chest chip away. "Should put plastic down, first. Frank say it helps keep wood from staining."

#prettytm #Broken Wings|Billy Russo #Waiting For This Moment|Billy and Beth #Rough Roads|Punisher au #Brooklyn Stories #Lost in Translation || N S F W #knifeplay tw #{{she will need to go to Antarctica for a shower cold enough}}#Honourable Mention|Frank Castle #Honourable Mention|Andrew Riley

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hornyramostan · 8 months

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the female urge to obsess over a fictional character or artist and suddenly have your entire fyp full of his edits, a pinterest board exclusively about it, a03/wattpad/tumblr full of fanfics, your gallery full with its photos and talk about him to your friends an mum like he is your boyfriend

#relatable #feminine #how i love being a woman #evan peters #ahs #american horror story #criminal minds #spencer reid #b99 #brooklyn 99 #jake peralta #derek morgan #tate langdon #ross lynch #sergio ramos #lionel messi #kurt cobain #alex turner #julian casablancas

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nando161mando · 7 months

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"Rally in Support of Drag Story Hour in Brooklyn

Sat 9/30 - 11AM

McKinley Park Library

6802 Ft. Hamilton Parkway

Show support for kids and libraries.

Tell the bigots they're not welcome.

Bring rainbow swag, signs, and noisemakers!

Wear a mask!"

@anarchistmemecollective @antifainternational @radicalgraff @kropotkindersurprise

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brooklyn-alley-ratcat · 5 months

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I genuinely need to know which it is because we have the Christmas party coming up and all of us are going to give him a trophy for being out of pocket but we need the best one to tell new hires about.

#tumblr polls #vote pls #god help my manager #also his wife is braver than any marine #she gets all the stories and has so many more from outside of work #adventures of a first generation college student #personal #manager #polls #tumblr #brooklyn rants #brooklyn-alley-ratcat #mutuals

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criterioncollected · 8 months

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start a war, just for the feeling.

a possible vampire story about black girlhood, think pledge, selah and the spades, claudia de pointe du lac, etc.

daughters of the dust - dir. julie dash / interview with the vampire (amc 2022) / wuthering heights, emily brontë / selah and the spades - dir. tayarisha poe / a study in emerald, neil gaiman / blade - dir. stephen norrington / lous and the yakuza / the black cat, edgar allen poe / the killing of a chinese bookie - dir. john cassavetes / vampire in brooklyn - dir. wes craven

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brooklynislandgirl · 1 year

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truth serum (from Mischa): My dearest sprite, while I find a certain delight in you being so free with the truth, I would enjoy knowing most who gave you this serum, and if it was by your own choosing? Because if not, I know of some sewer rats in need of feeding.

Something I said? || Accepting

There's something utterly romantically chivalrous about the way Mischa threatens to murder someone or more than one person in defense of her honour, especially when she knows that he is not only willing to follow through but also make it the most bloody spectacle to boot, arousing all of her passions and interests. And if she were asked about it, she'd admit that she's enthralled by that fact, and more than once, she wishes she could give him a name or an offense just to see him do it. "Surprise you to know," she murmurs sweetly, her gaze upon her pale poet as adoring as it could be, two of her slender fingers trailing along the length of his arm, "dat I have no earthly idea who she was? A tall woman, an' pale. Haole, I assume, with eyes dat gleamed like da heavens, an' hair red as Tutu Pele's fires. She brought me coffee an' tole me it was her way of sayin' mahalo for all da hard work I do. Was draggin' my tail aftah long shift a' work an' she seem really nice. Wasn't til it was gone an' our director of nursin' aks me if I wan cover t'ree short shifts on my days off dat I realised somet'ing was wrong. "I told her I'd sooner drive red-hot railroad spikes into my eyes because I already got like ovah twen'y hours of overtime in jus' da las' week. It's not dat I don' wanna help, don' wanna be a team player, it's jus'... I'm exhausted, worn too t'in. "Besides, much raddah curl up in bed a while an' lissen t' ya read more William Blake, an' Mallory, an' Spencer, an' like you could hones'ly read me back of one cereal box an' it would be mos' beautiful kine I've heard." She hadn't intended that last part to slip out, gushing about her own desires and how he was enmeshed in the centre of them, her beautiful Kindred.Nor does she tend to talk so much in one go without pause or thought behind the words she chooses. So perhaps to mitigate that, or because now she's definitely teasing him, she offers Mischa her most radiant smile, and slowly starts to nuzzle his throat. "But if ya find her and do decide t' give her to dem sewer, you'd of course invite me along to watch, yeah?"

#Mahalo!M <333 #She's Talking to Angels {Bethisms}#Making Wishes on Passing Cars|Answered Asks #White Translucent Black|Mischa and Beth #The Dead Travel Fast|Vampire the Masquerade #Latchkey Saints|Mage the Ascension #Brooklyn Stories

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callsign-daydream · 21 days

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Hangman, about a near-death escape on a mission: I came back wearing the perfect disguise to make sure I was never noticed by anyone. Something so drab and uninspiring… Rooster: I feel this is going to be a dig on me. Hangman: I wore a Hawaiian shirt. Rooster: There it is.

#top gun maverick #top gun incorrect quotes #original: brooklyn nine nine #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #cue fee calling out that this story sounds HIGHLY fabricated

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always-reading-fantasy · 11 months

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Cardan : We can make this work! We’re like Romeo and Juliet!

Jude : It didn’t work for Romeo and Juliet. The play ends in a tragic double suicide.

Cardan : That’s how it ends? Why do people like it so much?

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photoboothphotos · 2 years

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Shock Factor

Jake Peralta x Reader - Life changing celebrations with a unlikely duo: a lawyer and a detective. [2.2K Words]

Requested by: @shycollectionwolfstuff - I hope you enjoy and that you don’t mind me indulging in my own plot ideas. My apologies for taking so long to write it. <3

The muscles in your system ached from your sleep. The sunrise shone brightly behind your closed eyes as you twisted in your sheets, desperate for an extra five minutes in bed.

You knew it was early, too early to be a functioning human being. Before you could bury yourself in sleep, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you forward into a sea of blankets and pillows. “Good morning Sunshine,” a husky voice, belonging to none other than Jacob Peralta, greeted you. “Up and at’em, Babe.”

Your boyfriend smiled when you pressed a groan into his chest. His eyes darting to your shared alarm clock, its blazing red numbers flashing as the time hit six in the morning. Jake dug within the sheets to bring your face up and towards his before planting a kiss on your nose, “We can do this!” He declared enthusiastically before whipping away the covers.

Today was the day.

You had been waiting for this day since you were a kid. Ever since little (Y/N) accidentally discovered the joys of Legally Blonde, Suits, and How to Get Away with Murder, she was fixated on a career in law. Whether it was environmental or business law, she was hooked on commanding a courtroom with her ingenious ideas and clever arguments.

Of course, this notion horrified some of the people in her life. Her adoptive dad, Raymond Holt, always had a distaste for lawyers. The profession contradicted everything he stood for: the validity of the justice system, rule and conduct, and his duty of putting away criminals. But seeing you light up the courtroom in your early years as a lawyer caused a change of heart.

Jake had felt the same way when he met you. He had terrible run-ins with lawyers over his years on the force, too many to count. A thousand of sleaze-balls trying to convince a room that hardened criminals were innocent. But when he saw you that day working a pro bono case, he believed every word you said and he knew you did too. Your eyes shone with compassion for the victim, a layer of sympathy in your voice as you walked the jury through the course of events. Jake knew then his life would change for the better and that he wanted to have the biggest pleasure of being your cheerleader.

After three years together, you’ve finally finished your doctorate in law studies and Jake got to be your sweet sweet date for the festivities. Today you get presented with your doctorate degree, and your entire circle was overjoyed with the news. The other half of your pair of adoptive fathers, Kevin Cozner, was particularly overjoyed since the new designation came with a professor position at Columbia University. Your entire extended family and the detective squad of the Ninety-Ninth precinct will be over at the Holt-Cozner house to celebrate your success before you walk on stage.

Jake was so excited to meet your family. He had many dinners with your parents before, more than either dad wanted, but this one was special. This time, Jake got to be a part of your story in a spectacular way.

Peralta helped you change into your graduation dress, its pink silk dripping over your lazy limbs. You sleepily did your hair and make-up as Jake put on his fanciest button-up and tie. Your boyfriend moved like a 1980s animated cartoon, his feet moving fast while running from room to room making sure that the cupcakes you prepared the night before were neatly packed while also double checking that his dress shoes were perfectly shiny. Your boyfriend’s arms were frantic while ushering you out of the apartment, one hand on the small of your back while the other carried your purse.

He kicked the door shut with his heel and as he whirled his head around you caught his lips in yours, slowing down his rushed heartbeat. The kiss was abrupt but there was a softness to it, something time-stilling about it. The cupcake container you held created a gap between the two of you. The space seemed to stretch for miles, but Jake’s hand never waivered from its place on you waist.

“I love you.” You whispered, planting another kiss on his chin.

“And I love you.” The detective replied with the ‘too’ dropped, because it wasn’t conditional to you loving him but a feeling that he harboured through his entire existence.

The party buzzed throughout the morning. In the midst of Jake helping Kevin prepare his famous rice dish, there were a hundred musings of your childhood: pictures in the kitchen of you and your first spelling bee prize, trinkets of handmade pottery you’ve made for father’s day.

Jake could hear your Uncle Henry embarrassing you in the other room, telling the squad a story from when you were interning at his firm, ‘And she stayed till after closing trying to fix the damn printer so the attorney could present in the morning!’. There was an echo of laughter and Peralta could already imagine your face blushing in a bright cherry shade.

His heart warmed. Jake always enjoyed his visits to your childhood home, especially when it included a slideshow of your baby pictures from your Aunt Janice and peaks into your childhood bedroom. He loved visiting so much that he almost felt guilty for what he was about to do.

On cue, Holt arrived in the room requesting you and the squad to follow him into the kitchen. Soon the kitchen was overwhelmed with detectives, with you placed right in the middle of the circle of officers. “I got a call from Lieutenant Hicks from our neighbouring precinct, there has been a hack on several precinct firewalls causing havoc with missing evidence and perpetrators running free from holding cells. We need to get back to work right away.” The kitchen quickly filled with shots of confused questions and protests, all of which were silenced with another command. “We don’t have time to discuss the details. All units are to report for duty immediately.”

The crowd dispersed with some unsatisfied grumbles. Only you, Jake, and your parents were left standing in the kitchen, the whistle of pots filled the thick silence. There was an immediate look of guilt radiating on Holt’s face. Though your dad usually bore a deadpanned face, you’ve grown to know the different shades of his expressions. “I am so sorry (Y/N), I know you’re walking the stage in a couple of hours but this will likely take up the rest of the morning.” He apologized, bringing in you into a hug. “The squad and I will try our best to make it back for the afterparty at Shaw's Bar.”

“I understand, stay safe you two.” You replied, turning out of your father’s hug to give Jake one. You were used to these inconvenienced instances by now. Even if it were your birthday or your tenth-grade talent show, you understood from an early age that there was always someone in need of saving; that the absence of Holt during bedtime stories meant that he was fulfilling his job.

The walk across from the stage was a lonely one, with only Kevin and some of your distant relatives cheering you on from the sidelines. But you strode confidently through the rest of the celebration, head held high and your pride in yourself never wavering.

After the last of the names were called and the speeches from your professors were finished, you rushed outside to the university gardens with your purple and white New York University graduation gown swaying in the winds. Kevin was the first to greet you, engulfing you in an embrace that almost made your doctorate cap fall. He pulled away excitedly, gifting you a Columbia sweatshirt that had ‘Professor Holt-Cozner’ embroidered on the sleeve. “I also got us matching lunch bags,” Kevin admitted with a shyness in his voice, “I know it’s not necessarily ‘hip’ to eat lunch with your dad but I hope you will at least give your old man a nod across the cafeteria.” He joked.

You gave him a look, taken aback by his language “Dad, did you just use several informal nouns and an expression within the same sentence for humour reasons?” You teased, giving your father a look.

The two of you shared a smile before the moment was interrupted by a loud ringing coming from your gown pocket. Your eyes scanned the phone screen, there were flashing letters telling you the district attorney was calling. “Hello District Attorney Melvin, what can I do for you?” You greeted, taken aback by the random call. It’s been years since you’ve taken a public case.

You heard a rustling of papers on the other end of the line before the DA spoke ‘(Y/N), thank you for taking my call. I understand it’s been a while since you’ve worked at the office, but I have received a concerning call that a Jacob Peralta was taken into processing at the Seven-Four and is in need of legal representation.’

“The Seven-Four? Has that precinct been hacked as well?” Concern rippled through your body, unable to maintain your composure as you shot worried glances toward Kevin. “Nevermind, I’m on my way. Thank you for the call, Melvin.”

The tips of your toes carried you up the stairs and into the precinct, your legs moving unfamiliarly as you tried to navigate the different levels of the building. You could feel your dad following closely behind you, making sure your dress didn’t snag on anything.

The rest of your family party excused themselves home, the festivities of your day were long forgotten as you let your heart panic with anxiety at what’s to come. You can feel your heart beat rapidly as you made your way towards the interrogation room, guided by a police officer you’d already forgotten the name of. Your mind immediately went towards a million situations, all of which were some version of the worst-case scenario: Was Jake framed for a crime he didn’t commit? How will you be able to defend your way out of this one? Why is the officer leading you towards the roof?

Your feet halted with the soft click of your heels silencing. You only now take notice that Kevin had stopped following you as the officer tipped his hat towards you without another word. Lost at what to do next, you had no choice but to go through the roof door. The Brooklyn night air stuck to your skin, its humidity mixing in with your anxiety sweats.

There on the roof, surrounded by fairy lights and rose petals, stood your boyfriend.

Before you could scold Jake for causing you to panic with another one of his pranks, he silenced your worries with a light touch of your hand. Peralta pulled you into his embrace so that the two of you were touching chest to chest, your body immediately melted into his touch, your mind already forgetting about your other worries.

“There wasn’t an emergency at the precinct was there?” You asked, suspicion lacing your voice as your nose scrunched. For a lawyer, you weren’t very good at deducing the situation.

“Nope,” He admitted smugly, “The Seven-Four: the precinct I worked at before coming to the Nine-Nine and also the day I decided that I wanted to marry you.” Jake was beyond nervous at this point but he wasn’t going to back down now. Despite the slick of his palms and the butterflies erupting in his chest, he continued carrying on with his monologue. “It was the fourth of July and we were celebrating at your uncle’s house. As fireworks blew up in the air, you said that you wanted to host a barbeque ten times as festive as the one he was hosting.” The detective began kneeling down on one knee, reaching into his pocket, “And that was the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard, especially coming from someone whose dads are not quite the festive type.” He joked, finally revealing the ring. Jake took a deep breath, the tremble in his fingers giving away his jitters. Even in the months of preparing this ruse and lying about his whereabouts, the gravity of the situation hadn’t hit him until now. “You make everything into a celebration, and I want to be a part of that. (Y/N) Holt-Cozner, will you marry me?”

The air thickened around you and you suddenly couldn’t breathe. You bent down towards Jake, not being able to bear the solo attention for too long. Your eyes began to water, feeling at a loss for words. “Yes,” you whispered. The word sounded like a promise, a spell that engraved your life with Jake’s forever. “Yes, I’d love to marry you.”

The roof terrace erupted in cheers causing you to fall into Jake with surprise. Applause erupted from the squad with your family and friends emerging from hidden corners. Your now fiancé slipped the ring onto your finger and the two of you stood up to accept the many congratulations. The night spurred with energy as tables were quickly set up and Shaw’s Bar was brought up to the top of the Seventy-Fourth precinct.

“So,” You began once you had a moment with Jake alone, “Why the elaborate prank?” Your question held no malice, only amusement your partner’s playful ways.

Jake shook his head with a smile, bringing you closer to plant a kiss on your forehead “For the shock factor Babe, obviously.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, turning your attention to the rest of the squad. Jake was right, you knew that there is always a need for spectacle with him, obviously. And you also knew that your prank loving fiancé meant well; that missing your graduation was just the small price he had to pay for the proposal to go smoothly.

As you chanced a glance at Jake while everyone was taking turns at giving toasts, your couldn’t help but consider yourself so lucky. The detective who helped your father find your family pet, Cheddar, when he got taken away, your best friend who was with you when your parents were going through a rocky time, and your lover when it came to all things celebratory is now your fiancé!

If you had told little (Y/N) that her love for Legally Blonde, Suits, and How to Get Away with Murder would cause her to meet the man of her dreams she wouldn’t have believed you. And even presently, as you stood hugging Jake’s side, you were a little lost for words.

‘Shock factor accomplished.’ You mumbled to yourself with a smile as you pulled the detective closer to you. And you could’ve sworn you saw a ghost of a smile grace on Jake’s face as you did.