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there is no legitimate reason Brooklyn nine nine can’t be in the marvel universe

onemuseleft:

cheeseburger-and-vine:

stunningepiphanies:

Consider: Jake Peralta and Foggy Nelson having an immediate on sight “IT’S FUCKING *THAT GUY*” reaction when they happen to meet in a courtroom.

Consider: That one time Steve Roger’s brought in a guy he caught mugging some tourists and Amy almost sucked the air out of the entire building while she flipped.

Consider: Rosa really wants to bust a real vigilante but all she’s ever got is some little highschool kid in this handmade red and blue thing. It wasn’t even satisfying. >:c

Consider: Gina has Tony Starks personal number in her phone with the programmed ringtone “Stupid Hoe”. No one can figure out why and honestly, no one really wants to know.

Consider: There’s a new guy at Terry’s gym named Luke. He seems nice, but man its a miracle that he didnt break his foot after those weights fell on him.

Consider: Nick Fury coming into the station to retrieve Clint after he was arrested for fighting with the track-suit gangsters. He and Captain Holt stare at each other in silence for five minutes, and then Holt tells Jake to let Clint go.

I think we can all agree that the MCU and B99 exist in the same universe and the only reason we haven’t seen it on screen yet is because their filming schedules keep overlapping.

Also you will never convince me that Holt and Rhodey aren’t related.

theappleppielifestyle:

This is a commission for ishipallthings, who wanted a
stevetony fic based off of this prompt: ‘my favourite underappreciated au idea
is ‘everyone is affected by some sort of love spell and falls in love w person
a but person b’s behaviour curiously doesn’t change at all.’ This rolls in at
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(read on a03)

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“You doing okay?”

Tony blinks and realizes he’s been looking down at his
cereal like it proves something wrong about his fundamental understanding of
physics and he’ll only figure it out if he stares long enough. He’s been
holding a spoon loaded with the stuff and not eating it, resting it motionless
against the bowl for- minutes, maybe.

He looks towards Steve, who is doing that thing where he’s
pretending not to be concerned. It used to piss Tony off, but nowadays it’s
endearing. Some days Tony worries about that, but mostly he buries it before
the worry can come to a head.

He eats the spoonful of cereal. “Just distracted,” he says.

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