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this is completely random but it was so refreshing to hear Amy say “my period is late” to both Rosa and Jake completely normally instead of *lowered voice so Men don’t hear* “I’m...late....if you....understand...what I’m implying...” *doesn’t mention menstruation at all to her husband*
this is literally the first time I’ve heard the word “period” come out of someone’s mouth on tv without some sort of embarrassment associated with it
I’m rewatching Brooklyn Nine-Nine and I just feel it’s very important that we remember that in the pilot it was very clear they were trying on “JP” as a nickname for Andy’s character.
#same
As soon as Roger mentions a curse on Peralta father-son relationships, Jake’s immediate reaction is to shoot him down, and he continues to do so every single time it’s brought up. Only after his dad and grandfather both leave in the middle of the party does Jake start to doubt himself, and really, who wouldn’t? But up to, and after, that point, he’s absolutely, one-hundred-percent certain that he will be there for his child the way his own father wasn’t.
Roger’s speech was long-overdue and definitely necessary for Jake to hear, but in terms of how it affected him, it only served as a closure on his own childhood and to remind him of what he’s capable of, not to convince him. It’s a small but very important distinction to make.
Jake has come so far over the past few months. His son will be so, so loved.
Brooklyn Nine-Nine 7x06 Final Thoughts
I loved that episode. Almost every single part of it was perfect.
I’m not going to lie: out of everyone in this fandom, I was probably the most against the idea of a Peraltiago baby for a variety of reasons, some of which are still to be addressed by the show. However, I’m glad that this episode was so focused on the problems at hand instead, because the end result was truly beautiful.
Look, Jake and Amy are older than most couples are when they start trying for a baby. Realistically, it should take some time, and I’m very glad that that was shown. The only (nitpicky) complaint I have is that the Jake Way seemed to entail Amy leaving work—and a meeting she requested—early just so they could have sex, which not only seems slightly out-of-character for her to agree to but also made me worried that this Trying thing would take over every aspect of their lives. I hope this doesn’t become the case (and nothing else in the episode suggests that it has).
Let’s talk about Amy for a second. I think everyone predicted The Amy Way to entail strict schedules and more rules than a single binder can hold; there were no surprises there. But I was (pleasantly) surprised that she was so visibly upset over their lack of ability to conceive, especially since she’s the kind of person to refuse to admit “failure” until she collapses from the stress of it all. Showing her emotional really drove home how hard this was on her, and despite how heartbreaking it was, I think the episode would have felt incomplete without it. On a slightly happier note, I loved that parallel to “The Funeral” with her interrupting with a toast. The two of them have really come full-circle, huh?
And Jake. Oh my goodness, Jake. He has grown so much since his season 1 “Lone Wolf” days. I loved how he continued to try and keep things fun over the process, even if Amy pushed against it. There’s an interesting parallel to draw between his end speech and Casecation: while Amy made it clear then that having children was one of her huge goals in life, that wasn’t the case for Jake, and I think him saying “the two of us are still a family” was a reassurance to both Amy and himself. It was gorgeous and perfect and heartbreaking all at once.
Lastly, and this is probably an unpopular opinion, but I’m glad they ended the episode with a negative pregnancy test. It would have felt like a cheesy ending otherwise, and this way, the takeaway from the episode isn’t the happy finale, but just their journey together.
Miscellaneous Musings:
I loved the structure of this episode. It wasn’t really “format-breaking,” but it came close, and it was a refreshing change from the traditional A/B/C structure.
As funny as “The Hitchcock Way” was, I’m wondering why Amy didn’t protest to the idea of getting super hammered. But then again, this also highlights just how exhausted she must have been by that point.
Charles and Rosa’s plot was hilarious. They’re such opposite personalities that the shenanigans they get up to together are always over-the-top, and this was no exception. I still can’t stop grinning at the fact that they bred guinea pigs in the precinct for six months and caused an infestation just because they couldn’t think of anything else they could do.
I had hoped, though, that all the marriage/divorce celebrations would have prompted Rosa to open up about her breakup with Jocelyn more. I hope we get some closure on that in the future.
Holt as a beat cop has proved to be a very interesting change for him. I think it’s humbling, which may actually be a good thing, given his (albeit earned) self-confidence. I’d like to see him interact with Amy before he gets bumped back up to Captain—that’s a dynamic that hasn’t been explored, although it should be the most obvious change in this situation.
Hitchcock and Scully haven’t changed at all, and I love them for it. Scully’s officiating of the wedding was so cute!
In which Jake compares himself to Guinea Pigs.
[Jake and Amy at their dining table, putting together their Pregnancy War Room]
Amy looks up from her binder-making and smiles when she sees her husband’s brow furrowed in concentration as he carefully lays a strip of green tape along the top of a week in their giant calendar. He presses down on the tape firmly, then leans back to survey his work.
“Look at that, it’s straight!”
Amy laughs and hands him a sharpie. “Would you like to do the honors?”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, go ahead. You’ve earned it.”
She watches him write the word “Ovulation” in the center of the tape in slow, careful print. If only he could use the same penmanship on his work assignments…
“Hey, Ames?”
“Yeah?”
“Ovulation’s when your egg leaves your ovaries and is ready to be fertilized, right?”
Amy nods, touched Jake had apparently taken it upon himself to read her subsection of the “Biology” tab in Binder No. 7C as well as his own.
“So how are twins made?”
“Well, either the ovaries release two eggs, or the zygote splits in half.”
“And triplets are the same, right? three eggs are released or the thing splits into three?”
Amy nods again.
“So your ovaries can release any number of eggs. Like five or six or whatever.”
Amy opens her mouth to say something, but Jake continues before she can.
“Theoretically, if it goes crazy and releases, like, fifty eggs, we can end up with —”
“Jake, what the fuck.” She really wonders where he gets his ideas sometimes.
“I’m not saying we should have fifty kids, but it’s possible, right?”
“No, it’s not. We’re not guinea pigs.” Jake gives her a shit-eating grin at that, and Amy rolls her eyes in exasperation. “You’re an idiot.”
“Yeah, but I’m your idiot.”
“Stop quoting that Die Hard fanfic you binge-read last week and get back to your calendar.”
They work in silence for a few minutes until Jake pipes up again. “Speaking of guinea pigs, you know how Charles brought some into the precinct? Well, I have insider knowledge that he and Rosa are hiding them in the back somewhere.”
Amy shrugs. “I know. I saw Rosa with pet food the other day, and Charles was covered in fur this morning.”
“Oh.” Jake pauses for a few seconds, then says, “You know, they’re really dumb animals.”
Amy raises an eyebrow but doesn’t bother looking up from the list of vitamins she’s currently putting together.
“Yeah, Charles was telling me. All they do is eat, sleep, and have sex.”
Amy reluctantly puts her pen down, predicting what Jake’s about to say seconds before the words leave his mouth:
“Like us!”
Amy groans and ignores him.
Jake finishes July and grabs August. He reaches across the table for the blue “menstruation” tape, brushing her wrist gently in the process. When Amy looks up, he says casually, “You know, Guinea pigs can have up to 8 babies per litter.”
“Not this again.”
“If we’re so much better than them, why can’t we have—”
“Jake.”
“I’m just saying—”
“Babe, you can’t compare yourself to Guinea Pigs. Humans are very different from them. For example, you can solve five felonies in a week, and they need help finding their way out of a cardboard maze.”
“So…”
“We’re not going to end up with a hundred kids.” Amy smiles. “You can stop worrying.”
“Oh, thank god.” Jake breathes a sigh of relief. “But quints would be cool, right?”
“Jake!”
