#inspired by brooklyn 99

[lurafita]

Magnus: "Rules are meant to be broken." Alec: "Rules are meant to be followed. Nothing is meant to be broken." Magnus: "Piñatas." Izzy: "The enemy's neck." Jace: "A person's mind." Alec: "… Magnus, good argument. Izzy and Jace, I'm making an appointment with a therapist for you two."

[scenecipriano]

Niffty: you can punch me, kick me, pull my hair.

Valentino: Oka-

Niffty: I am A-OK being stabbed! Biting and scratching are on the table!

Valentino begging mildly concerned: Oka-

Niffty: You CAN use fire.

Valentino: These are the fucking ground rules????

Niffty excited: Ohhh the bad boy has something sick planned? Don’t tell me, surprise me!

————

Valentino: Here take it back- *hands Al Niffty*

Alastor confused but happily: With pleasure!

[serpentinearchitect17]

A short Zutara scene inspired by Captain Holt’s speech from the Brooklyn 99 episode, “Boyle-Linetti Wedding.”

******

A decade after the end of the 100 Year War, Iroh beams at the massive crowd waiting in the courtyard of the Fire Nation palace. It’s been a long time since he’s been back to his homeland, but he wouldn’t miss this day for anything in the world.

He glances to his right to find his nephew in a formal set of robes that contain splashes of rich maroon and deep navy, his flame-shaped crown glinting in the afternoon sunlight. If Iroh is being honest, he’s never seen Zuko look as happy as he does in this moment. To Iroh’s left is the lovely Master Waterbender who captured his nephew’s heart and has kept it safe all these years. She’s dressed in a beautiful, flowing gown of vibrant crimson and ocean blue, her own crescent moon-shaped crown sparkling for all to see. If her radiant smile is anything to go by, she’s just as happy as the man standing across from her. Their hands are clasped tightly together, and their eyes have not left one another’s.

Iroh turns his attention to the crowd, which is full of members across the nations.

In a voice that’s both loud and gentle, he announces, “We are gathered here on this momentous day to celebrate a sacred union between my nephew, Fire Lord Zuko, and Master Katara of the Southern Water Tribe. I have been asked by both of these truly astounding individuals to officiate this ceremony, and it is my greatest honor to do so. I must begin by saying that marriage is many things. It is love. It is commitment. It is joy. It is understanding. It is patience. It is anger. It is reconciliation. It is everything. It is like tea.” He pauses to grin widely, gesturing with his hands. “It…sustains you.”

Finally removing his gaze from his soon-to-be Fire Lady, Zuko rolls his eyes fondly at Iroh, chuckling softly. “Uncle, you couldn’t leave the tea out of this, could you?”

Iroh shakes his head, giving a gentle pat to Zuko’s shoulder. “Just wait until you hear my speech during the reception. It’s all about tea.”

Katara giggles, her eyes shining with warmth and love. “Sounds perfect. We can’t wait.”

[charliewrites99]

I think I could survive truly horrific media if I was shipping someone there.

[peskellence]

Thirium Blue Is The Warmest Colour

Some Fem!Reed900 because I am absolutely starved of wlw content. Meet Nina and Georgia 'Gia' Reed <3

[shesgotthebeststories]

like a tattooed golden retriever

a rosa x oc fic

“at dinner you take my ring off my middle finger and put it on the one, people put wedding rings on. that’s the closest i’ve come, to my heart exploding”

a fic where rosa can’t seem to figure out what she is feeling.

It was a late night after a grueling day at the precinct. Maddy and Rosa sat on the couch, the tension between them unspoken but palpable. Rosa was stretched out, her head resting on Maddy’s lap as Maddy absently ran her fingers through her dark hair, her eyes glued to the show playing on the TV. Rosa’s breathing slowed, and her eyelids grew heavy, the rhythmic motion of Maddy’s fingers lulled her to sleep.

-

Hours later, Rosa stirred. A random romance movie played softly on the TV, casting warm light across the room. She blinked a few times, trying to orient herself. The steady rise and fall of Maddy’s chest behind her drew Rosa’s attention. She shifted slightly, turning onto her back to watch Maddy. Her face was peaceful, lips slightly parted as she snored softly. A stray piece of blonde hair had fallen across Maddy’s face. She reached up, carefully brushing it behind her ear.

But something in her chest twisted. The intimacy of the moment hit her like a wave, and panic bubbled to the surface. She jerked her hand back as if burned, sitting up abruptly. Rosa ran her hands through her hair, her mind racing. What are you doing? She grabbed her shoes and jacket, slipping them on as quietly as possible.

Before leaving, she turned to look at Maddy one last time. But the knot in her stomach tightened, and she couldn’t bring herself to stay. Rosa rushed out the door, letting it close softly behind her.

-

The next day at the precinct was awkward. Rosa avoided Maddy, throwing herself into paperwork. Maddy noticed but didn’t push—at least not until late afternoon. Maddy walked into the evidence room, where Rosa was sitting at a desk reading through a case file. She leaned against the wall, watching Rosa.

“Hey,” Maddy said softly, trying to catch Rosa’s eyes.

“Hey,” Rosa replied without looking up, her voice clipped.

“So… you left pretty early last night. Thought you were staying over.” Rosa froze for a split second before continuing her task.

“Oh, uh, yeah. Something happened back at my apartment. Had to take care of it.”

“You could’ve woken me up. I would’ve driven you home,” Maddy offered, stepping closer and resting her chin lightly on Rosa’s head, her arms wrapping around Rosa’s shoulders, Rosa stiffening under her touch.

“Yeah, okay. Sorry, I should’ve,” she said hastily, shrugging Maddy. Maddy stepped back, hurt flashing across her face.

“Okay then,” she said quietly, her voice wavering. She turned toward the door, tears already pricking her eyes. Rosa sighed and rolled her eyes, standing abruptly.

“Maddy. Wait.” Maddy stopped but didn’t turn around until Rosa grabbed her hand, pulling her gently.

“I’m sorry, okay?” Rosa said, her tone softer now. “It’s just… been a long week. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.” Maddy searched Rosa’s face before nodding, her expression softening.

“Okay. Dinner? At mine tonight?” Rosa hesitated before giving a small smile.

“Yeah. Yeah, that sounds great.”

-

The evening passed as if nothing had happened. Back at Maddy’s apartment, the two cooked dinner together, glasses of wine in hand, laughter bubbling up between them. By the time they sat down to eat, the tension from earlier had eased.

Their empty plates sat forgotten on the table as they leaned closer, their hands intertwined, trading quiet, affectionate words. Rosa’s thumb brushed over the gold ring on Maddy’s left middle finger. She studied it for a moment before slipping it off, her movements slow and deliberate.

“What are you doing?” Maddy asked softly, her heart skipping a beat. Rosa didn’t answer. Instead, she slid the ring onto Maddy’s fourth finger, the one people put wedding rings on. Maddy’s breath caught. She looked at Rosa, her heart swelling.

“Rosa…”

But she didn’t meet her gaze. Her expression shifted, her usual stoic mask sliding back into place. She pulled her hands back, rubbing them against her legs as if to erase the moment.

“I should go,” Rosa muttered abruptly, standing up and grabbing her jacket and purse.

“Rosa, wait,” Maddy said, rising from her seat, confusion etched across her face.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Rosa said, her voice distant as she moved toward the door.

“Rosa, talk to me,” Maddy pleaded, following her. Rosa paused at the door, turning to look at Maddy. Her expression was unreadable, her dark eyes a storm of conflicting emotions. But she said nothing. Instead, she opened the door and walked out, leaving Maddy standing in the kitchen, the gold ring still warm on her finger, her chest heavy with unanswered questions.

(i have never done anything like this before, this being my first ever fanfic, but i’ve loved writing stories my whole life and my current hyperfixtation is b99. also this app is extremely lacking in the rosa diaz fic department so i took it upon myself :) hope you enjoy!)

[underkunimi]

[coldinpants]

The way Leonard sometimes (often) does things out of spite made me wonder what he's willing to do to prove to everyone around him how much he doesn't give a shit.

Imagine, during an argument with Mick, Leonard just sits in his chair and looks at him with a "you make a lot of noise, buddy" face. Angry Mick pulls out a gun and points it in Snart's face, but he remains unfazed. Barry doesn't have time to do anything when Leonard's parka bursts into flames.

Mick: Admit you were wrong! Or you'll burn like a pig!

Leonard: ... no.

Barry: You're literally on fire, Len, please!

Leonard: Whatever.

[babygirl-diaz]

Buck: After we disarmed that bomb, you flirted with me for 20 seconds and I became obsessed with you forever. Eddie: That wasn't flirting. All I said was, "You can have my back any day." Buck: How was that NOT flirting? And how I was NOT supposed to become obsessed with you forever? Eddie: Fair enough.

[witchyb-tchy67]

Aspiring to be like Amy Santiago

- WitchyBitchy, Canvas, Pinterest

[noodlenoises]

5 (More) Incredible Instances of Copaganda in Media

You can find copaganda in all kinds of media. Here, let me show you, with 5 (more) instances of copaganda in media.

We’ve done this once before, counting out some examples of copaganda in media. Now we’re back, and bringing you five more instances of copaganda in media. Before we begin, a quick reminder of what copaganda actually is. Copaganda, as I wrote it in the first installment of this series, is “propaganda that normalizes, valorizes, or otherwise paints policing in a positive light. More than that, it…

[artmill-danaan]

Brooklyn 99 - wushu style

🇨🇵 Inspiré de mon professeur et ami @remi_wushu qui m'a réellement apprit à parer ce genre de charge.

NB: la 1ere fois que c'est arrivé mon cerveau a promptement oublié ce que j'étais censé faire 😅😂

🇬🇧 Inspired by my teacher and friend @remi_wushu who taught me how to block that kind of charge.

NB: the first time he ran at me like that I promptly forgot what I was supposed to do 😅😂

[angstandhappiness]

LMAO

He’s just messing with you, Tim

or is he

[serpentinearchitect17]

Hi there 😊

It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything, but I just had an idea for a particular scene today, so I decided to write about it. I’m taking a break from anything Red, White & Royal Blue related to focus on my current love and hyperfixation: Avatar the Last Airbender. I started watching the series last fall, and I haven’t been able to turn my mind off from it since then. Unsurprisingly, I quickly became obsessed with and fascinated by Zuko and Katara’s dynamic. They’ve become my muse lately. I’m working on a Zutara fanfic as we speak, and I’ll create a post about it once I get it up on AO3.

In the meantime, I wrote this very short scene. It takes place several months after the end of the 100 Year War. Zuko has made great progress as the Fire Lord, and Katara is now an Ambassador for the Southern Water Tribe. They’re in a committed and loving relationship at this point. I used some direct quotes from the Brooklyn 99 episode, “Chasing Amy.” This was initially meant to be a quick, humorous thing, but it turned into something sweeter (I have no regrets, heh). Full disclaimer: If you know anything about the reference to the B-99 scene, you’ll understand that Jake and Amy did have a significant moment of affection on that rooftop, whether it was technically love or not. As for Zuko and Katara, I personally don’t believe they were anywhere close to feeling love or deep affection in the Crystal Catacombs, but I think it’s the first time they truly connected on an emotional level.

Anyway, without further ado…

*****

After a long day of beginning preliminary discussions with the Earth King about the newest trade agreements among the Earth Kingdom, Southern Water Tribe, and the Fire Nation, Ambassador Katara snuck off for some alone time in Ba Sing Se. She managed to convince the Earth King to let her down into the Crystal Catacombs, even though most individuals in the city have been strictly prohibited from ever entering the area again. It’s still in the process of getting repurposed for better, more humane uses. She gave him some flimsy excuse as to why she wants to venture into the cavern. Despite the deep frown he gave her, he apparently didn’t question her motives, and had a couple of guards (thankfully, not the Dai Li) follow her to ensure that she made it there safely. She didn’t need the protection, of course, but she didn’t feel like arguing. She had told the Earth King not to let anyone else know where she was; she promised him that she’d be back to her guest house later.

Now, she finds herself back in the same spot that she was imprisoned with a then-banished Fire Prince.

Just as she runs a hand over one of the crystals, she hears soft footsteps behind her and turns around to find the love of her life.

The Fire Lord is dressed in his formal regalia, but he’s taken his crown off, and his top knot is undone, leaving his shaggy fringe hanging over his bright, golden eyes.

“There you are! Thank Agni,” he sighs in relief, drawing nearer.

A look of surprise flits across her face. “Hey, how did you find me?”

He raises his eyebrow at her. “Well, the Earth King didn’t want to tell me at first, but I figured it out. If I recall correctly, a long time ago, Master Katara and the banished Crown Prince Zuko were trapped under Ba Sing Se, in the Crystal Catacombs.” He gestures to their surroundings, and his lips quirk into a tiny smile. “This is where we were the night you fell in love with me.”

Katara snorts, shaking her head. She crosses her arms and gives him a half-hearted glare. “Zuko,” she warns, with just a bit of an edge to her voice.

“All right, fine. The night that you flirted with me for 20 seconds and I became obsessed with you forever,” he amends sheepishly, his cheeks flushing.

“That’s slightly more accurate.” She steps closer to him, so that there is barely any space between them. She reaches up toward his face, tracing her fingers over his scarred cheek.

“Are you okay?” he murmurs, automatically leaning into her touch.

“Yeah,” she answers softly. “I guess I just wanted to come back to see what it was like, now that things are so different.”

He swallows nervously, though he keeps his eye contact steady. “I understand. I kind of did, too, honestly. I hope…” he pauses, looking like he was choosing his words carefully. She waits patiently for him, and in the next moment, he continues, “I hope we can associate better memories with this place. They’ll never be perfect, of course, because of all the bad things that happened here before. But, maybe when we think of it from now on, it won’t be quite so grim.”

She nods before pulling him into her arms. He hugs her back with everything he has in him, pouring all of his affection and love, and apologies and regret into the gesture.

He lets her go briefly to press a kiss to her forehead. “Do you want to head back up?” he asks quietly, cradling her to his chest with his chin resting on top of her head. “We can probably explore more parts of the city before our next meeting, if you want to.”

She glances up at him and smiles. “Not yet. Let’s just stay a little while longer.”

He agrees and holds her, while the green crystals glow around them.

Yes, she thinks to herself, we’ll have better memories from now on.

[juniorjules]

I feel like we should talk about how Brooklyn 99 totally did a die hard reference paintball episode AND gave jake the “cool cool cool” thing.

[allforhee]

"𝐖𝐇𝐎'𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐑?" (BLURB) | HAN JISUNG

୨୧ pairing — idol!han x stylist!fem!reader

୨୧ synopsis — being a hairdresser and stylist at jyp, you didn't expect to become han jisung's girlfriend. but with it, you now have yourself your personal wig to test out your hairstyles on. and han being your loving boyfriend, of course he won't say no. but when the members start noticing the different hairstyles at practices, they start to get suspicious.

୨୧ genre — fluff, strangers to lovers, forbidden romance

୨୧ warnings — secret relationship, stylist x idol, no mentions of y/n, hurt/comfort, han being a LITTLE insecure

୨୧ word count — 1678 words, not really proofread

୨୧ author’s note — first skz fic and new layout! this fic is dedicated to my favorite mootie; aika, aka @spiderhanzzz and to all my han girlies out there!!!!! i hope i did him justice hihi! inspired by brooklyn 99 6x06—where rosa shows up with a new hairstyle everyday of the investigation!!! this was so fun to write and i hope you all enjoy ;)

becoming han's girlfriend was something out of the ordinary.

you remember the days of interning for jyp's hairdressers and stylists, standing in the back and taking note of the different procedures that were done. you'd follow the main stylists around different shifts, from the female idols to the male idols.

you'd help by assisting the main stylists by giving them the scissors they needed, do a quick minimart run to buy some hairspray or hair ties that ran out, and maybe at some point bringing the used towels into the laundry.

as you followed around and practiced more, from an intern to a regularly paid hairdresser at jyp, you had progressed your skills in styling and cutting hair proudly.

you started doing your own shifts, starting off with groups like itzy and twice, before you decided to try out handling the boy groups.

fate had its own plans when you were assigned to style the hit group; stray kids.

meeting bangchan, known as chris, you'd learn to fall in love with styling them. but your heart would learn to fall in love with none other than their rapper and producer, han.

han would always start conversations with you while styling his hair, which you would happily reply to.

you knew falling in love with him was petty, when your only interactions were when you had to style his hair. yes, you may or may not have bumped into him once or twice in the hallways as you were on the way to style the next group, but a relationship? you were surprised yourself when he confessed he felt a spark between the two of you.

that's what started the courtship between the two of you. a spark. you knew it was forbidden. you knew it couldn't happen. what would the media say if it got out? "scandalous relationship between stray kids' HAN and random stylist!" oh you could see the headlines.

so when you started coming over to style han's hair more and more often, you had hoped that the other members wouldn't get suspicious of han's constant nagging of you being the one to style his hair.

to the point even you yourself would ask him if he could come over and let you try out a new hairstyle you've been learning. he'd asked you to be his girlfriend soon after. with it, you both had to learn to be more careful with the moves you took, as some of the dressing rooms had other stylists stationed to deal with other members. one wrong move and you'd be fired.

the first member to notice han's not-so discreet changes was none other than changbin. obviously they'd both practice together for shows to perfect their rapping technique, changbin begun to notice the different hairstyles.

to the point when han showed up with tiny little braids in his curly hair, was when he decided to ask.

"hannie-ya! your hair, that's interesting..." as he points at the little braids all over his hair.

han's surprised look signified something else, but his response just made it more suspicious; "oh- this? yeah, i'm trying out some things since my stylist came in late..."

"stylist? it's just practice? what would you need a stylist for?" changbin inquires, still curious.

"you know... curly hair is harder to manage!" he laughs, trying to brush off the topic.

changbin pats him on the back, knowing there was something more—but not wanting to interfere, "alright hannie, let's get to practice."

han let out a sigh, but even he knew he was slowly walking onto some thin ice. thankfully, changbin didn't tell the rest of the members of his suspicions.

but as time went on, the other members started picking up on his hair. his usual held back practice hair would turn into curls, braids, and even little space buns at one point.

by now, everyone knew of his constant changes of his hair. they knew each other well enough that they didn't need their hair styled if it was for a practice.

chan knew he had to confront him at some point, worried han was spending money on stylists he didn't need.

so during breaks in between practice chan approached him, a stern look on his face. "hannie, we need to talk about your finances."

han, obviously shocked at the question, responded with a quick "i'm an idol, what do you mean my finances?"

chan furrowed his brows, sighing. "han jisung, i'm serious. i don't want you running around the place spending useless money on stylists you don't need! if it was for fashion or clothing i would understand, but you have to understand that you don't need to go to a stylist everyday."

"i'm not spending useless money, hyung! so what i want my hair styled everyday?" han tried to defend.

"the thing is, you've been coming to practices late! you may not realize it and i may accept your tardiness once or twice, but it's getting too repetitive. what is it han? you have a secret girlfriend or something?!"

the entire practice room went quiet at chan's last statement. everyone else perked up and tried to focus on han's response. when han didn't respond and just hung his head low, everyone knew chan was right.

"hannie-ah, why didn't you tell us? we're your brothers." chan asked, trying to comfort him.

but before han could respond changbin cut with a "yah! i knew it! i knew you had a secret girlfriend! so who is she? is she a stylist or something?"

changbin's last sentence made him lower his head even further, lifting up the hood of his hoodie, only to hide his face in it.

"hyung? you have a girlfriend?" jeongin cluelessly asked.

seungmin gasps before he cuts in; "he does! wait, is it that one hair stylist you keep asking for every time we need to perform?"

all of them look to seungmin; "which hair stylist?" chan asked.

before han had a chance to respond, he pushed through the members crowding him as he ran out of the practice room. he opened his phone to find your contact pinned, and pressed call.

"jisungie? hello? what's wrong?" hearing your voice come out of his speaker made him calm down. your voice was like the light at the end of the tunnel.

"baby, i messed up. the members know." he confessed.

"know what?" you ask, confused. "about us?"

"yeah... i'm so scared they're going to find out, like what if they fire me... what if they fire you?" he questions to himself.

"sungie, stay where you are, okay? i'll find you. you need to calm down. what practice room are you at today?"

he sighs, "the usual, but i'm outside."

"i'm on my way." the line beeps as the call ends, as han grasps his phone hoping you'd come faster.

his eyes close as he tries to take deep breaths, hoping the awful scenarios he imagined would happen not come true. he then feels a soft hand on his shoulder, and as his eyes open, he engulfs the figure in a hug before he could even notice who it was.

"hannie? are you okay?" you ask him, hair clad in a claw clip after rushing from another appointment.

he stutters out a; "mianhae—mianhae—mianhae, i know you're mad at me, it's okay, i'll just have to live on the streets when they fire me and open a hair salon with you—"

he gasps as you cradle his tender face in your hands, shaking his head in disappointment. "what do you mean? han, now that your members know, we don't have to hide around anymore."

"i know that baby, but what would our label say? what if they find out?"

"that's not for your pretty head to worry about right now, for now we can enjoy the fact that you can be honest with your members. no more hiding around, no more late excuses to practices. come clean baby, it's okay." you comfort him.

han looks up at you, "you sure?" before you nod. he embraces you in another hug, before standing up and grabbing your hand, dragging you into the practice room.

everyone looks towards the doors that just opened, seungmin hurriedly standing up and cutting the silence with a; "hyung i'm so sorry i didn't mean to..."

that's when they see the two of you. han takes a deep breath before he starts speaking, as you clench his hand, signaling it's okay.

"guys... this is my hair stylist. my girlfriend." han confesses, looking into your eyes for assurance. everybody waves an annyeong to you, which you wave back. you were still in your stylist attire, an apron clad around your waist with different bits and bobs.

"so, she's your stylist? you gotta hook me up dude!" hyunjin teased him, which earned him a slap on the back from han. you laughed at the gesture, showing his protectiveness for you.

"she's my stylist, stay away!" he'd whine, hiding you behind him.

"so he's been getting his hair styled for free?!" felix asked you, which you nodded. "man we suck... we should all get stylist girlfriends."

"i have my cats... i think we're okay yongbok." minho chuckles as he puts his arm around him.

chan smiles at the interactions happening, seungmin and jeongin appalled by your presence, felix and minho arguing about whether or not they should follow han's footsteps into getting a stylist girlfriend, and changbin and hyunjin teasing han for getting someone like you.

you didn't mind the chaos, seeing chan smile at you signaling you've been welcomed into their little family.

looking at han's red face, trying to keep his composure, you quickly peck his cheek to make sure he's okay. he looked at you with a nervous smile, but you know everything's going to be fine. as long as he's by your side.

"yah! i knew it! oh ever since those little braids in your hair, i just knew it hannie-ah!" changbin laughs, han blushing at his words.

yeah. you've got han, and he's got you.

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