katrina

all of my obsessions in one place jake peralta + nathan scott + josh lyman + max richman = my ideal man

[michonnegrimes]

THE WEST WING premiered on this day in 1999

[peralta-guaranteed]

Can you do hcs of Jake's first day at his new dream job? 🥰

- He's SO excited like... it was an idea and a plan and a sad but wonderful goodbye and everything, but now it's REAL. Now when Amy shuffles out of bed and gives him a good morning kiss, he doesn't have to jump up after her to pick out a tie and an outfit for the day (but honestly she's got something picked out for him already because you're not starting this new lifestyle in sweats, Jake, that is a downward slope). He can turn around and snooze a little longer since the baby monitor has been quiet all night, and can plan the day before him in his head without having to worry about getting Mac from daycare to babysitter and when to pick him up and when to work over Amy's to do list that keeps growing longer on the fridge.

- also let's be real... Amy has totally organised something to celebrate his 'new' job like he def finds a little gift package next to the coffee machine when he moves to make one for her while she showers. It has a little calendar in it with two slots for each day, one already labelled and filled with all of Mac's activities, and one for him (that one is only filled so far with 'say hi to wife and give her a kiss when she comes home')

- he gets Mac, who surprisingly slept through the night AND longer than his parents too, and starts a little conversation as he changes him the way he always chats with him. "Hey buddy. Do you remember those cool 5 months were we got to hang out lots, and just went crazy in Brooklyn?" Mac always squeals as if he's really trying to answer "Well those 5 months are gonna happen again now, and much longer! Is that not totally cool?"

- Amy helps with the breakfast feeding because he can't do it all alone, can he, and also she wants some Mac smiles and cuddles too before she leaves to spend the day with Holt 🙈 and she is a little sad when she has to say goodbye to her boys and can't stay with them, but then again she's too hyped about her new job to really be sad for long

- other than that it turns into a fairly normal day for Jake+Mac - they've done this for 5 months before, and life goes on, basically. They do all their little errands, clean the apartment with a dance party to Taylor, and Amy gets loads of picture updates from the park.

- Jake mentions his 'new job' to every. single. person. they meet. The guy at the bodega? The library lady (picking up a surprise for Amy)? The old duck-feeding couple in the park that Mac loves to 'chat' with? Their local post office worker? Everyone knows now he's gonna come in a lot with his little boy and isn't that just so awesome?! (They're all really happy for him, especially the old couple who compliment him on being a very 'smart young man' which he's totally gonna tell Amy about)

- When Amy comes home dinner is already waiting (Jake has bookmarked a few sites with recipes he wants to learn, and he's totally not gonna start a crazy Pinterest page in about a month....), Mac is lazy loungeclothes playing in his pen, and her husband playing on his phone on the couch too looks happier than she's seen him in a while.

- She spends a good hour telling him all about her day, about the new duties and meetings and the funniest thing Holt said (it was not funny), inbetween eating and feeding Mac and his bathtime (all of which she does because she missed him and she wants to get her share!). And then when Mac is down for the night and they settle on the couch for some trash tv, she turns to him and goes: "And how was your day at the new job?"

- Jake just beams and then she basically gets the retelling of all the pictures she's been sent already, and the library lady said they're gonna start a new round of kid summer activities soon that Mac is definitely gonna be old enough for, and the old couple in the park said he was a smart young man, and Mac did the funniest thing in line at the post office-

- Amy smiles and nods and listens (did you hear they called me a smart young man?), cuddles into him with the glass of wine he bought for her today, and just knows that they made the right decision.

- "And you know the best thing about today?" "Hm?" "I get to do it all again tomorrow."

[jakeyp]

1K CELEBRATION domestic peraltiago requested by @zephsthings & @gaya-3

[nadezhda-wexler]

Thinking about desk sex heist

[jonahsimms]

[b99peraltiago]

i just realized the finale featured a scene with jake and amy (and, well, other people) in their car… how far we’ve come from “what would be the worst thing for you, santiago? being one of those girls in jake’s car” 😭😭😭

[sawasawako-archived]

people really just read books like “no thoughts head empty 🤪”

[sawasawako-archived]

between white women on tiktok saying they only read books for the romance and people on tumblr forcibly applying ao3 tropes to narratives i’m beginning to think maybe you all should’ve paid more attention in 10th grade english class

[bernard-black-books]

I was talking to this girl on hinge and we got onto the topic of books (i work in a bookshop), and she asked me if i had any favourite tropes to read? And for the life of me i couldn't figure out how to respond? Like Ms, i dont read fanfic, i dont understand what youre asking. I dont think 'tropes' can be used interchangeably with 'genre'. We dont have a section at work for shit like 'enemies to lovers' im sorry thats not how real literature works

[werewolfmack]

I thought this post was gonna go somewhere relevant and interesting for a full second, but I guess not. Tropes are older than dirt. The idea of a trope has existed as long as humans have been making things, and it’s not empty-brained to ask what tropes someone might enjoy reading. For example, someone could answer: haunted houses. rivalries that span decades. tales of revenge. generational family dramas. coming of age stories. stuck in a snowstorm with a killer. The word trope is just a way people currently talk and think about concepts in literature that we’ve been thinking and talking about for ever. It just adds a layer of specificity. If you can’t comprehend someone asking you what tropes you like to read, you might not totally understand what a trope is, and that doesn’t make the other person dumb.

What I was hoping this post might touch on is how people cling to book reading as a hobby that will make them automatically smarter or more superior than those who aren’t, no matter how little mental engagement they actually put into reading. There are people who shit on novels like Things Fall Apart, The Jungle, and Invisible Man for not being “entertaining enough.” There are people who base their entire personality on being an avid reader who chose to never think critically or challenge themselves. There are people who think reading makes you more empathetic by default, when in reality anyone, even terrible people, can project themselves onto the hero if they can’t think critically about their own life and choices.

People can just be into romances, that isn’t inherently stupid. Nor are knowing what tropes they enjoy. That’s just how some people engage with books, and we shouldn’t be looking down at people for that. I have way more issue with the white goodreads users who rate Things Fall Apart as two stars and start their review “I guess I’m racist for not liking this.” I too am annoyed at the failure of public education, and I too was flabbergasted when someone on reddit asked “what’s the point of comparing two very different books to each other” when I pointed out that American Psycho kinda has Lovecraftian themes. But you’re falling off the mark here, to go on about how you hate tropes because they can also be applied to fanfiction tags. 🙄 This attitude is how people start calling themselves sapiosexual.

[headspace-hotel]

“That’s not how real literature works”

If you think “real literature” doesn’t “work” that way, you’re not thinking substantially about literature, neither in individual instances nor in the broader scheme.

What do you think a tragic hero is? What do you think a quest narrative is? How do you think we can conceive of Seven Basic Plots? What do you think Comedy and Tragedy are? Do you think the Aeneid popped out of nowhere without referencing any of the patterns of Greek epics that made it compelling to its audience? Do you think Shakespeare was popular because his plays were “original” ideas with storylines that would have been surprising to his audience? Do you think fairy tales sprung out of the air as discrete individual units? Do you think no one has ever written anything that follows the patterns of Greek epics, Shakespeare, or fairy tales intentionally? Do you think “literature” contains no works that intentionally evoke an existing pattern in their plots and characters?

“Genre” as bookshops use it is not somehow superior to “tropes.” Fantasy, Westerns, Paranormal Romances, those categories are like, less than one or two centuries old and also damn near useless for anything except marketing. Genre is a hot fucking mess and pretty artificial. Tropes on the other hand? Those have always existed. They are, quite literally, inherent and natural parts of stories.

What “genre” is the Epic of Gilgamesh? What “genre” is the Odyssey? Fantasy? Do you think it is in any way appropriate to “genre” these stories using categories that would have been nonsense to their ancient audiences? What the fuck is fantasy?

Over and over again, we have told stories about heroes destroyed by their hubris, about mortals struggling against the inevitability of death, about the antics of trickster deities, about clever young boys outwitting giants and other malicious characters, about young girls swept into royalty, about brothers in conflict with one another, and the ability to identify these patterns and explore why they have persisted is…basically what literary and folklore studies is.

Just because you consider fanfic or romance to be “lesser” doesn’t mean they can’t be analyzed, or that the mechanical components of those things don’t exist in Real Literature. 10th grade English class clearly didn’t do any good for the people that did pay attention, if people are growing up thinking tropes were invented on fanfiction websites.

And it’s just a depressing point of view to be so preoccupied with how people “should” tell stories that how people do tell stories is not even interesting.

[xiaq]

All of the above is A+ but I'll add one more thing: do you know what I just finished filling out for my publisher? Of the book that will be in bookstores next year? Paperwork listing the genre and...the tropes. For marketing and sales purposes. This is standard procedure. It's how my book will be marketed online upon release. It's how my book will end up on suggested title lists. It's how Amazon's algorithm knows that such-and-such book is the bestseller in two niche categories and 20th in a broader category as well as 56th overall in YA titles. So aside from the fact that "tropes" have existed far longer than "genre" as folks have stated above, the people/companies who make "real literature" right now literally require authors to provide lists of tropes included in the novel at the front end of the publishing process.

So if you're working in a book store and don't think tropes exist outside of fic, that's a self-own so devastating I'm getting secondhand embarrassment right now.

[sophiamcdougall]

Shakespeare very obviously has favourite tropes! And calling them that is not some Tumblrised, ahistorical, read-too-much-fanfic thing, that's what they've always been called, and you can take it from me, with my BA and Masters in English literature, the latter specialising in Renaissance Tragedy, from Oxford Fucking University. They're not so much "enemies to lovers" (Much Ado About Nothing notwithstanding) they're "girl dressed as boy flirts with boy, causing misunderstandings" and "twins don't know about each other, causing misunderstandings" and "scheming asshole sets up innocent characters to have an apparently incriminating encounter, causing misunderstandings." Also "sex blackmail" and "play within a play", but everyone with a quill at the time fucking loved both of those. I used to be a regular on TvTropes. I contributed "The Ophelia" because "character goes insane, but in an aesthetic way, does a lot of singing", and parodies thereof was a whole thing at the time and remained a thing for centuries. The Victorians were all over it. It still pops up occasionally. Oh my God have you even heard of "the bed trick"? Have you read any Boccaccio at all? Please don't make me talk about Foucault because I mainly left academia so I wouldn't have to do that. Do you even get that "trope" comes from the Ancient Greek "tropos" meaning "turn"? Tropes aren't even specific to fiction, there are rhetorical tropes. Theological tropes. Fanfic sort of has its own tropes, although many of them are derived from other media, some of them newish, some of them ancient. Individual tropes rise and fall, tropes themselves are inescapable. There's literally a philosophical theory that everything is tropes. Imagine sneering at someone for knowing more about them than you. Also this is a classic example of someone using "white women" because they know they'd get in trouble if they just said "women" which is what they actually mean -- and actually being racist in addition to misogynistic as a result. What. You think romance is of no interest or importance to women of colour? Do you realise that detaching women of colour from classically feminine things in general and romance in particular is a whole, shitty, trope?

[swearphil]

I think it means that I’m gonna be flying solo to New York. I’ve done it before and I can do it again.

happy holidays @danieljradcliffe from your secret santa!

[janinegregory]

5x22 // 8x09

[theheroheart]

“He keeps asking the men in his life that he thinks are good people. He wants to know if the reason they’re good people is because they have good dads, and he wants to know if he can ever really be a good person if his dad is so shit.”

(quote post by @tashas-life)

[peralta-guaranteed]

Jake showing off the Spanish he has learned to Amy

"Eres la mujer mas bella del mundo ."

Amy giggles still as Jake peppers kisses down her neck, hugging her tight while she stirs the pasta bubbling on the stove.

"Wrong pronounciation on the mujer." She answers, and Jake huffs.

"Tienes suerte te quiero ."

She laughs now, both at his stilted grammar and the implication itself.

"Soy afortunado." She replies as she turns around in his arms, pecks a kiss to his lips. "I do have to wonder if anything you've learned is useful though. Weren't you planning to surprise my family by listening in on their conversations and then answering?"

"Yeah."

"Learning only love declarations and flirting sentences isn't gonna help you much with that."

He stares at her for a moment, slightly dumbfounded as if he hadn’t actually considered that.

"Damn." Jake mutters under his breath as Amy laughs again.

"Idiota."

"Eres la mujer mas inteligente." He grins, undeterred by her insult. "Soy afortunado."

"That you are." Amy grins and pulls him in for another kiss.

[peralta-guaranteed]

Jake and amy cooking/baking at 2 am ❤ (for whatever reason, i just like the concept)

"Exactly what is going on here?" Jake mumbles, his voice still groggy from sleep as his naked feet pad over the kitchen floor to where his wife is standing instead of peacefully snoring in their marital bed, as normal people should do at 2 am, and pregnant people definitely should do.

"I'm making cookies."

"I can tell." Jake throws a look over the parchment paper lined baking tray, and the bowl of cookie dough next to it. "And you are aware that your timeline for doing so goes against all human logic?"

Amy huffs, indignantly, and gives him a look as if to say 'of course'.

"Beanie wants cookies, and they don't know what time it is."

Jake can't help but smile at that as he wraps her into a careful hug from behind, his hands stroking over the part of Amy's pajamas that only recently has started to swell. Bébé 2 is barely there yet, still a little bean on the sonogram, but they're clearly as strong minded as their mom if they get her out of bed to bake for cravings.

"You could've woken me up. I'm pretty sure the bodega sells cookies too."

"I thought about it." Amy admits as she leans against his chest, soaking in his warmth. "But then I remembered we still have this pre-mix from my brother and then nothing sounded as delicious as that."

"Beanie is a gourmet."

They giggle for a moment over the empty package of what is clearly cheap supermarket cookie mix Benedict wasn't interested in boxing up and moving to his new place, before Amy sighs and leans into him some more.

"How about you sit down and I finish the cookies?" He offers, clearly reading her reactions as a sign that no matter how strong the cravings, she's still too tired for any of this.

"Sounds like a deal. But what do you get out of it?“

“ A happy baby mama." He grins as she hops up on the counter instead of walking over to their kitchen table, and steals a few chocolate chunks from the dough bowl. "And also cookies."

Amy hums along as she watches him plop spoonfuls of dough onto the baking sheet, and wiggles her feet when he drops it into the oven and starts a timer on his phone.

"Ten minutes to cookies." Jake informs her as he leans up against the counter between her legs, her ankles linking behind his back. "You're lucky Mac is at Grandma's today, he'd probably wake up from the smell alone."

"I know." Amy's hand swipes over her stomach now too, an almost guilty look on her face. "The irrational cravings and brainfog have started much earlier than with Mac."

"Wouldn't call it irrational cravings until you start spreading tuna paste on those cookies again."

Amy's eyes light up all of a sudden.

"Do we have-"

"We do." Jake laughs. "Bought it last week. I figured, it never really goes bad, and you went through like a tube a day last time."

"You're the best." She mumbles, pulling him in for a kiss he gladly returns as his hand replaces hers on her belly.

"Can't wait to meet this little tuna-cookie-lover."

"That's still many months away, babe."

"I know." Jake kisses her again, slower and just a tiny bit more intense this time. "I'm just excited. It's still not totally real in my brain. "

"Me too." Amy admits, smiling as she thinks back to that very first positive pregnancy test, the one they were both completely terrified to look at - they'd agreed to start trying again barely a month before, and she hadn't even been to the doctor's yet for those hormones, but something in her behaviour had made them both suspicious, and Jake had offered to run down to the store, just to be sure. It wouldn't be bad if it turned out negative, really, they were just at the start, and prepared to not toughen it out like they'd done before.

And then there'd been two lines. Two little blue lines, out of nowhere, and a whole lot of happy tears.

"I think it's a girl." Jake interrupts her thoughts, his fingertips skirting under her pajama top.

"I don't think it's really anything yet."

"Well then I think it's going to be a girl."

"Would you like that?" Amy asks a bit more quiet, thinking about Jake with a little Halloween princess on his arm, buying flower-print dresses in tiny sizes, dressing up with glitter and fairy wings, and falling very much in love with the idea.

"Honestly, I'll be happier than ever with either." Jake smiles softly. "Boy or girl. I just think it's a girl."

"We're not making a bet about this."

He laughs, but there is a glint in his eyes that tell her he's definitely been considering it. Luckily the alarm on his phone goes off before they can start teasing each other into another ridiculous competition.

"Cookie time!" Jake announces with the tray clattering onto the kitchen counter. "Now I think we need to let them cool for a moment, and theee-and you've eaten two already."

"It's been forever!" Amy protests through a mouthful of cookie crumble, but he only kisses her temple.

"I'll get the tuna paste."

"Best baby daddy ever." She grins and steals two more cookies while he turns towards the fridge.

[b99reblogstuff]

Ring Slutz

[jakeyp]

Andy Samberg as Jake Peralta in Brooklyn Nine-Nine 8.09 “The Last Day Pt. 1” 8.10 “The Last Day Pt. 2”

[peterbishop]

i can’t get over all of jake and amy’s kisses in trying.

when jake and amy kiss outside of shaw’s and it’s drunk and sloppy and hands all over each other but they don’t care, they’re so deliriously in love, holding onto each other and not caring who sees. amy, who is so used to being in control, and jake, who once sat at that bar saying he’ll die alone, haphazardly kissing in an alley because they can.

when jake and amy make out at the precinct and it’s rougher, less drunk on shots and more drunk on passion. amy pushes him into the wall and he lets her, cradling her body while she seizes his face, and it’s like the beginning of their relationship all over again, hellbent on breaking every rule. her wedding band is cool against his neck and her thumb sweeps across his cheek. his hands splay across her ribs and he holds his entire world in his hands. 

when jake pulls amy into the supply closet because he’s wanted to do this for so very long. he’s the one who initiates his kiss and she’s just as greedy as they stumble and fall and it should be uncomfortable, but for them, it’s always easy. in the dark, they still find each other and know where to press, worship, revel.

when they both say i love you and give each other a quick kiss, it’s like muscle memory. they do it when they say good morning and goodbye, over steaming cups of coffee and successful Jeopardy! guesses. here, in shaw’s, it’s no different. they kiss every time they can because they know what it’s like to be a part.

when they give each other a look and lean back in and this kiss is different from before: it lingers and there’s an underlying heat, intimate and leading to something more. her hand cradles his face and it’s over before either of them wants it to be. their eyes remain lidded: should we go? yes. okay.

[percyannabeth]

Brennan & Booth looking at each other throughout the seasons

[sproutlett]

just a reminder that there’s so much more that we still don’t know about ourselves and that’s what makes life so beautiful. next year you could find your next favorite musician or fall in love with someone you haven’t even met yet. you might see a new shade of green that will become your new favorite color or you could become obsessed with a new food that you thought you once hated. we change as life goes on. we grow as life changes. our experiences shape us into a new person. it’s beautiful.