#character: raymond holt

[orkazh-arts]

"Every time someone steps up and says who they are the world becomes a better, more interesting place." 🫶🏳️‍🌈

My tribute to Andre Braugher, thank you for Captain Raymond Holt ❤️✨

[murderouspurplecinnamonrolls]

Ok hear me out

Charles Boyle would definitely have a grinder account. But he wouldn't know what it really was. He would just think it was a place to meet some new male friends.

And best of all his account name would be boyle_boyz

Here are some ways he could find out

1) he tells jake that he should get the app as a way to find new guys friends and Jake has to explain what the app really is

2) his wife sees it on his phone and asks for an explanation and he says he is just looking for new friends and she explains what it really is

3) Gina (enough said)

4) Rosa (also enough said)

Or literally any of his co-workers

[cheddarch]

Yk lately I’ve been thinking about Holt and Wuntch. I just think how it would’ve been cool instead of enemies they’d just be best friends still maintaining their whole bickering epic chess battle. They were at least friends for a bit.

[allthegoodbobdylanlyricsaretaken]

Ranking Brooklyn 99 Characters Based on How Autistic They Are

PSA: This is not a serious discussion about autism representation in the media or even just in Brooklyn 99, this is a joke. I am an autistic person making a joke. I am fully aware that none of the characters were intended to be autistic. I'm also fully aware that having some traits commonly associated with autism does not necessarily mean a person is autistic, and vice-versa.

Jake Peralta- ADHD Kiiiiing! Probably not autistic though, his executive functioning issues and occasional infodumping can easily be attributed to the aforementioned ADHD. B Tier.

Amy Santiago- Socially anxiety, hyperfixations, infodumping, strictly regimented routines and most importantly so much stimming. She has a happy happy dance! She obsessively braids her hair and hums songs when she's nervous! A Tier.

Rosa Diaz- Probably not autistic, the best people skills/cognitive empathy of the cast (she's very stonefaced but I think she's just repressed), doesn't seem to have any obvious hyperfixations, stims, or sensory issues. C Tier.

Charles Boyle- Excellent candidate for autism. Hyperfixations (weird food, Jake), general extreme lack of social awareness. His weird tastes also suggest some sensory processing atypicalities. Also the similarities between most of the Boyle cousins suggest this behavior is at least somewhat genetic. A Tier.

Gina Linetti- Not autistic, just a narcissist. D-Tier.

Terry Jeffords- Not autistic, seems like token neurotypical. However he did memorize an entire GoT ripoff so. C-Tier.

Captain Raymond Hold- Pure, undiluted, distilled autism. Literally The Most Autistic. We got:

a. The lack of nonverbal communication, stoneface and monotone voice are common in autistic individuals

b. The hyperfixations (classical music, thermometers, etc)

c. The heavy emphasis on following rules and routines in his life (down to exactly how to shake a person's hand)

d. The sensory processing disorders (his meals are extremely bland and he has a distaste for a lot of foods, especially eggs)

e. The autistic play- shown as a child (and adults) playing with model trains with an emphasis on "realism," his macaroni art were graphs.

f. The familial similarities (his mom acts incredibly similar to him, although his sister does not, suggesting his mother shares autistic traits with her son).

In conclusion: S-Tier

[nancylou444]

Canon LGBTQ+ Characters of the Day

Captain Raymond Holt and Dr. Kevin Cozner (Brooklyn 99)

[wenellyb]

Weird Unpopular Opinion: I hate when people act like a character died when the actor who played them passes away. No, Chandler Bing isn't dead. No, Captain Holt isn't dead either. They're fictional characters and they won't die until the show writers writes them as dead, which is unlikely since both 911 and Friends are over.

This might seems like a small thing to focus on and I honeslty wouldn't mind if it didn't give the feeling that some people aren't able to differentiate actors from their characters. Sometimes it even borders on disrespectful. I just saw a tiktok edit abouthow Amy Santiago lost her mentor and Jake Peralta Lost his dad and couldn't watch until the end because I was thinking about Andre Braugher's real family, his friends and his castmates who are grieving him, a Real person and these people are making edits or tributes about fictional characters grieving another fictional character (who isn't even gone in the show since the show ended).

It's fine to grieve an actor because a character they played meant a lot to you but please don't act like the actor is their character. They're not.

[ur-fav-is-autistic]

Raymond Holt from Brooklyn Nine Nine is Autistic.

[secretagentsagainstwhatever]

Rip Andre Braugher

[redfurrycat]

🏳️‍🌈My 9 favourite canon LGBT+ characters🏳️‍🌈

Tagged by the lovely @scottishaccentsareawesome. Thank you SO MUCH. I had fun doing this!!!! :D ❤️❤️

Nolan Ross (Revenge)

Leonard Snart (Arrowverse)

Captain Raymond Holt (B99) (Also. Kevin and Rosa Diaz!!)

Ruby (Once Upon A Time)

Diana Barrigan (White Collar)

Xena (Xena: Warrior Princess) (Also. Gabrielle)

Mazikeen (Lucifer) (Also. Lucifer)

Loki Laufeyson (MCU) (Also. Valkyrie)

Sara Lance (Arrowverse) (Also. Beloved NYSSA)

As always, if you wish to do it! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Tagging: @pollyna, @occhi-verdi-come-il-mare, @captainclaudeandthehiddenlogs, @anadorablack, @awildewit, @evbuckdiaz, @merryandrewsworld. (I KNOW I'm forgetting people, I KNOW IT, please forgive me and consider yourself tagged? *puppy dog face*)

[maspers]

One of my favorite tropes is when a character (usually one that's more "straight-laced") finds something usually viewed as boring or uninteresting as like. The most exciting thing ever. And they get really into it while the other characters are sitting there going "wtheck? That's so boring, youre weird".

Because like. Sure, a lot of things are boring or tedious or menial and unimportant but they still need to get done, and if it turns out this person really enjoys doing paperwork or whatever then more power to them? Humans need to have joy to truly live, and these people have managed to find it in something everyone else dismissed, and they get more happiness and self-satisfaction in their lives because of it. I'm so happy for them. Kind of wish I could have that.

[atimble]

[byoldervine]

Kennedy and Connor have such a Captain Holt and Jake Peralta dynamic it’s unbelievable. The only major difference I can think of is that Connor doesn’t view Kennedy as a parental figure, but she’s still a mentor figure. Otherwise they just are Holt and Jake

[nyxinastris]

i am so normal about gay autistic traumatized characters who are really smart

[nancylou444]

Bonus Canon LGBTQ+ Characters of the Day

Captain Raymond Holt and Dr. Kevin Cozner (Brooklyn 99)

[charlotteperaltaalcott]

charlatans -- 0 - prologue

-- crossposted on ao3 under tearjerker -- summary: --

AU -- jake has an actual sister --

"Charlotte Peralta-Alcott, pretty, clever, and moderately financially okay--she lives in a city, with an unsettling home-life history and incredibly happy disposition, seemed to unite *some* of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly thirty-two years in the world with very...little...to distress or vex her."

Set around the beginning of Season 1, Jake reunites with his full-blooded, (weird adjective!) biological younger sister after about 15 years of separation when she leaves London and decides to look for a job in New York. Shockingly, Jake hasn't disclosed that he has a sister to the precinct. Which is odd, considering he has no qualms complaining about his dad frequently.

-- notes: --

hi squad,

this is my first b99 work so tell me if there are any inaccuracies!

(btw technical non-inaccuracy: gina is not included in the prologue because charlotte did technically know her, but they had too much of an age gap for them to be close friends enough for charlotte to divulge the events referenced in the prologue.)

have fun reading as much as i did writing bc i just think jake deserves a witty, lawfully good relative who shaped him into the childishly mature man he is. and also wanted to diss roger more than the show does bc he SUCKS.

----- 0 -- prologue

The world swarms around me as I tumble, pretty comically, down the side of a flat, emerald-green hill. I’m 16, almost 17, poorly playing girls’ football, in preparatory school. I’m also in England. These are all rudimentary, digestible facts that don’t seem weird for my age and geography.

Then, the world gets a little more familiar. Six months ago, I was in America, in New York, eating pretty good pizza, going to high school, and having a stable shelter for a bit—six years, to be exact. No, no. I lived in more than just a ‘shelter’; I lived at home, my home.

I continue to roll down the endless saturated, green cliff; it seems pretty endless. It’s spring. My birthday is soon. It doesn’t feel like it should be. The rest of the girls are 17. Maybe I should blame my poor sportsmanship on our age difference. I don’t want them to know about my birthday being soon though because it feels weirdly sacred, like Christmas being dedicated to spending time with family. At Christmas, most of the other girls left to go home for the break. I stayed at school with some girl named Cathy, who’s a self-proclaimed orphan with a rich, alcoholic uncle and blabbers about him all the time. Luckily, I got one crackly landline call from my family to escape from her.

I finally stop plummeting, landing in a rather supportive flowering shrub. I roll out of the bush, some brambles tangling in my hair—thankfully it’s pulled up, and I snake my way towards a creek. It’s quite beautiful out. It’s March 31st, which, according to the prep-school girls, should be a drizzly, frigid day. It’s around 12 degrees Celsius out. I sit with my legs pulled against my chest, so I can pull my school sweater over my bare knees, on some relatively smooth, mossy rocks near the creek’s shore. I see my reflection, set against the whites and light greens of the early blossoming trees in the distance, in the babbling, green-hued water. I’m still pale from the winter. I have box-dyed black hair, in the color ‘Midnight’, which is fading patchily; I did it in the airport bathroom in London in September when I was first sent to board. My dad left me at the airport alone, so the parentless paradise of England seemed like a pretty good place to express myself. I have hazel, green eyes that seem to match the color of the creek’s water.

I feel a tingle of nostalgia as I look up from the water. The surrounding shore is gravelly like Upstate. The trees are old and tall like Upstate.

I never was this sheltered, really. I am a pretty happy person, sunny even. Maybe I just feel scorned because of my parents.

I miss New York. I dip the tip of my right Oxford in the creek. The water is freezing still. At least the climate in New York is similar to England’s.

I suddenly grow more conscious of my surroundings; my eyes dart around at the nearly barren scenery before growing misty with remembrance. —— Suddenly, in my mind, it’s August. Jake stops our dad’s musty, antiquated cobalt-blue car in the middle of New York State. We both get out and sprint into a meadow, a little off the highway, that looks out to a mountain range. Jake yells something enthusiastically that cheers me up, but I can’t hear it now, it’s all garbled like I’m underwater. I’m really nervous still, but I start laughing.

We sit down in a patchy clearing in the meadow; the grass is just beginning to die. It’s a beautiful rust color in the evening sunlight. We talk and laugh some more. I pull a few blue and white wildflowers from the field, and I braid them gingerly together in my lap. He watches me and tries to do the same thing, but his fingers are larger and less gentle so they snap a few of the stems. We laugh. He asks me something, related to what I told him in the car. I can vaguely piece together one of my replies, speaking in a pretty cheerful, sincere tone,

“Oh, and I would have bouquets with ivy and Queen Anne’s Lace and peonies. And you would walk me down the aisle.”

He laughs at my inflection, but then he considers what I said. The conversation seems less foggy as it goes on. “Wouldn’t Dad walk you down the aisle?”

I suddenly turn serious, a grim look on my face, but I don’t know why. My hair’s still honey-blonde, and it matches the golden August sky, and it whips in my face slightly while I speak.

“Dad only cares about you, Jake. He was married to your Mom, not mine.”

He seems hurt by this, his brown eyes, the same color as the old, tall trees, widen slightly and he tries to respond. I continue despite this, my eyes feeling heavy from the unbearable truth. And tears. More from tears than the truth.

“I found something in the mail yesterday. Dad’s sending me to boarding school. In England. When you leave for the academy.” I enunciate bitterly, looking down at my lap at my loosely connected flower crown.

Jake starts crying. I don’t know what to do. My hands raise involuntarily to try and comfort him, and then he hugs me tightly. I start crying, tears drip down my cheeks as the wind continues to batter them. I hug him back. I squeeze him like I won’t see him ever again. Like he’s being drafted and it’s 1970. I grip the flower crown painfully hard in my hands, my arms wound around his back.

——

I feel the same wind beat against my face as I hug my knees closer to my chest. I’m still in the forest downhill to the school. I feel a little lightheaded. Suddenly, I recall what I said to Dad when he left me at the airport.

—— “You don’t care about us! Jake left for the police academy, so now you can remove us both from your insanely busy, tedious life by sending me away for school as well! How is that something that a selfless, caring parent would do?”

Dad defended himself loudly, but I couldn’t hear. The blood rushed in my ears too fast for me to hear what he said.

“Fine! You know what? I’m going to become a cop, just like Jake. And you’re going to have to deal with both of us abandoning your great expectations for our lives.”

He yelled something strong back, invective. “At least Jake will never be a—”

I didn’t allow him to finish his sentence before I slapped him. Because I knew that the next word—the way his lips curled around his front teeth as if he had savored waiting to say it—would be despicable.

——

I feel lightheaded as I recall this. I think I have a mild concussion. I flop over uselessly against the rocks, my vision dimming from the cool mist-colored skies to the warm black of subconsciousness. I dream of not being in England. I dream of home. I dream of being something more than a preparatory student in England. An American one. I dream of meeting with Jake again. I miss my brother. I hope the world will bring me back to him.

The sun pricks bright green dots in the darkness of my closed eyelids. Someone lifts me. They smell like cheap musk and sandalwood cologne and mop water. A dog sniffs at me. Oh, it’s the janitor. He had a dog? I think Jake would laugh if he saw me now. Or he would say, “Where did you go wrong?” And I would say, “I didn’t?” Or I would say, “When I slapped Dad and dyed my hair black and said I was going to become a detective and decided to label myself a ‘scorned daughter’ just like Cathy did. Nothing Cathy does is mature. I should've known.”

The janitor accidentally, feebly slipped into a puddle while carrying me. I’m muddy and my navy sweater is partially soaked and will probably smell like mildew even after the nurse sets it out to dry. His stubble grates the side of my face as he lifts me again; it feels like a handful of needles scraping against my cheek. Jake would probably laugh if he saw me. Now. Not probably, but 100% for sure. -----

[popcorn-plots]

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5 Favourite Characters Poll (Tag Game)

I was tag by: @star-mum

Rules: make a poll with five of your all time favourite characters and then tag five people to do the same. See which character is everyone's favourite.

Thanks you so much for the tag

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