Abed's hand tingles slightly, like he can still feel the pressure of the pen tip on his skin.

“I got behind when we were all Claymation,” Abed told Troy. His laptop clicked open, lighting his face in a bluish alien glow. “So I’m finishing my last Yuletide treat tonight.” Abed's movies about the study group have become a Yuletide fandom, and he's finishing up one last story for Troy.

Includes many hugs. Probably canon.

Abed leaves a message for Annie and Troy. Complicated film theory, and three revelations (of which only one is surprising), lie therein.

Troy and Abed discover slash.

Abed proposes while they rewatch Star Wars. Series

In which Troy decides what he wants to be when he grows up, battles the ice cube of sadness, bakes some cookies, and figures some things out about feelings.

The Inspector is famously thought of as asexual; the Anti-Inspector is . . . not. Abed likes to play both roles.

Britta decides Abed and Troy should be honest with the group about their relationship.

They've never been evil before.

Troy and Abed move in together on August 15th, but Abed doesn't really get a sense for the pattern until late September.

Troy and Abed meet the in-laws.

"They can see us," Abed says calmly. As if he's just figuring it out.

For the prompt: "Troy takes control of the Dreamatorium one day and enacts a fantasy that he wants."

“Maybe Superman just really likes Batman more than the girls,” Abed says, noting more things on his clipboard. Or: plans, not-plans, and a science project involving colorful hermit crabs.

Three times where Abed and Troy share an unexpected moment.

Random telepathy, human blankets, pinnacle life experiences and the best way to spend a Halloween.

Abed finds a little bundle of joy on his doorstep. A montage happens.

Troy really, really likes robots.

Abed turns another page and says, "Ask me."

Abed made the announcement two weeks before the semester ended. "I'm transferring," he said placidly, and the conversation around the room came to an abrupt halt. "Come again?" Jeff said flatly, slouched back in his seat. "I'm transferring," Abed repeated. "I got into the NYU film school, and they're taking most of my Greendale credits so I'm moving to New York this summer."

The group gets an assignment and Abed gets a clue

"Hey, Abed?" Annie said. "Are you and Troy having secret sex?"

It occurs to Troy one day that a lot of Abed's films involve the two of them having sex.

It wasn't so much a matter of figuring out how to ask, Troy had already done that by accident.

It was a perfect romantic-comedy moment in a perfect romantic-comedy situation.

Abed made the rules.

When Trish Barnes walks into the Dreamatorium and becomes Constable Reggie, it doesn't seem like anything's going to go any differently than it had the other times she and Abia became the Inspector and Constable. Until Abia tells her that to release the bonds keeping Inspector Spacetime the prisoner of the Floobidians, all Trish needs to do is tell Abia a huge secret. And only one secret comes to mind.

Troy and Abed film the Kickpuncher sex scene.

Troy leaves. The group adjusts. Abed is selfish.

Graduation day should ideally include two hook-ups, a thrown punch, a massive secret, and a proposal, but apparently they’re all going to have to settle for Britta’s eyebrow piercing and the revelation that Jeff’s a Brony.

Troy and Abed roleplay a sex pollen scenario in the Dreamatorium.

Troy and Abed are in a relationship. This offers Abed the opportunity to explore a classic entertainment trope from porn videos.

"Troy/Abed- faux bodyswap smut." Requested by biohazardgirl on easternepiphany's fic meme.

Abed realizes that Troy has been the most supportive friend ever, and decides to do something awesome for him. Things don't go exactly according to plan. Includes faux-telepathy, secret gay thoughts, and a guy who sounds just like Morgan Freeman.

Abed introduces Troy to Firefly. Troy starts crying when Book dies in Serenity. Abed's not sure why.

"We should get beds," Abed commented, as he shifted to make himself the big spoon. "It probably wouldn't be so cold if we weren't on the floor." "That's some grownup shit," Troy said sleepily, and stuck his cold toes between Abed's freakishly long calves. "We could be ready," Abed said, and he settled his hand on Troy's hip. Troy didn't say anything at all.

Nadir’s body of work has been examined before—and in much broader and deeper contexts than this blog!—most notably in 24 Hours to Live, the collection of essays edited by Rachel Baxter, and his own What I Thought About the Movies I Made: The Abed Nadir Story—but for those of you already saying tl;dr, here’s an abbreviated summation of how auteur theory lets us realize the true brilliance of Nadir’s filmmaking.

In which Troy and Abed create their own sub-genre. (Rated for language and offscreen or very, very nondescript sex.)

Abed finds a little bundle of joy on his doorstep. A montage happens.

The first time Troy dreamed about Abed, it was weird. And that's just the beginning.