In which Abed and Troy learn how to be boyfriends and Britta moves in while they're not looking. Canon compliant through 4.10.

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.

GDI BECKY HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FUNCTION But yes Stiles totally does this.

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.

Annie isn't jealous of Abed and Troy having sex at all.

So, yeah. This is longer than 500 words. I started writing and immediately got sucked into (super basic) world-building and (minimal) scene-setting, which is exactly what this exercise is supposed to prevent. When I realized what I was doing I said well shit and skipped straight to the porn, which, unsurprisingly, also didn’t limit itself to 500 words. And then that little scene-setting bit was up there just looking accusingly at me, so I finished it off to some extent, and that’s what you have here: a little chunk of set-up and a little chunk of smut, extremely sloppily stuck together. Maybe I’ll make this less sloppy some day. It was terrific fun to write. This is a post-Sburb universe reset where the game made a little mistake and accidentally swapped the players’ species on the way out. Whoopsies! There’s possibly some body-dysphoria business going on if you’re sensitive to that, but nothing too extreme.

Annie, Abed, and Troy have a close encounter of the threesome kind in the Dreamatorium.

Things aren’t going according Annie’s plan. The gang graduates.

A kiss for each member of the study group.

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.)

Annie still can’t believe she’s even asking the question.

Troy and Abed and Annie in the bedroom! (Or, how Troy and Abed asked Annie to join them, and how she figured out that it was okay to say yes.)

But she would be damned if she would let Andre take her legs out from underneath her.

In which the folks from Greendale are in the Kickpuncher fandom and it causes about as much trouble as you'd expect.

Annie didn't plan to act on her feelings, of course. But then Britta went on her rant about porn.

Annie has put a lot of time and effort into being a normal person. Troy and Abed, not so much.

Abed's attempt to foster room-mate bonding via TV shows doesn't work as well as he would have hoped. Is there anything he, Troy and Annie can all agree on?

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.

Damian asks a dumb question. Jason gives him way more information than he was looking for.

For the prompt on the robincest meme over at dcu-memes, "Tim riding Jason. Hard."

He has to—he needs to get away, and it would be funny if he wasn't so turned on.

"Shockingly, my skillset is somewhat more diverse than blowing shit up and pissing you off.” Or: the one where Tim gets inked up and it's the best idea he's ever had.

Tim really, really likes it when Jason comes inside him.

Kon's been doing a lot of thinking. And all that thinking Kon's been doing? The truth is that some of that thinking has been about doing Tim.

Surprisingly enough, Ivy didn't like getting fruit baskets as thank yous. Jason'd have to find something else to send her.

Gotham doesn't know what to be more shocked by. The revelation that four masked vigilantes are in custody in Arkham, or their real names going into public record with the mugshots.

There's something different about the weight of these eyes. Something that makes Jason sit up and take notice.

Sometimes, announcing something can be done without any words being spoken.

Tim's got a lot of revenge to plan for this.

Tim knows his taste in music is a little eclectic.

Gotham can be finicky about some things.

Jason's not sure why he's the only one who can see the kid in the worn hoodie holding a camera.

Bruce really had no one else to blame but himself for allowing them to go to Vegas. What else was he expecting them to do?

Tim doesn't encourage the public, they do it themselves.

Good morning, Gotham! Do I ever have some juicy gossip to share with you today! You will never believe what the Waynes have been up to now!

Tim sleeps in the attic every Christmas Eve. It doesn't really mean much, it's just habit by now.

He teams up with Red Hood Tuesday nights for patrol, and while it's not quite the date Tim could want it's what he'll take.

Nothing good has ever come from Steph and Dick plotting together. Nothing.

The request for help was coded enough that it was understood exactly how deep Tim and Cassandra were undercover. Dick's still surprised by how far under they are.

Jason had thought that putting Tim in a dress and forcing him into the public would be a good show. He's right. Just not in the way he'd thought.

Tim doesn't expect his time in the hospital to be very eventful.

Tim never was one for sharing his plans with others.

Tim, apparently, really likes peppermint. Much to the detriment of others around him when he gets his hands on some.