To make binder break days slightly less uncomfortable I like to find some baggy clothes and try to put together outfits of random different weirdly specific aesthetics. Today we got mid-19th century University student who's assistant to the unsettling researcher and is from a moderately wealthy family that shunned him for being trans so now he has to try his best to pass without anyone figuring out who he is while pretending not to notice the way the son of his father's business rival looks at him when he thinks no one's paying attention
so on the unfortunate and very likely chance the community movie gets cancelled I've decided I'll just write my own version bc I have no life. Since that means I could just do what I want here's what I would include:
• cannon trobed
• Annie gets therapy (shes quite bad at it)
•takes place shortly after troy gets back, every meets up to reunite and when they're sharing stories and reminiscing Annie convinced them to go back for old times sake
• troy fully convinced pierce is haunting him at greendale and throughout the movie everyone else goes from denying to slowly begging to believe it too and it turns out Annie's boobs was doing it
° bonus scene where they walk into a room and find a ouji board and the door closes, Jeff starts freaking out trying to deny he's starting to believe and he runs out to find who was responsible and just finds someone smoking weed in the storage closet
•abed become a famous director ofc bc he's my favorite
•britta started doing more disability advocacy but she starts talking about it to the group and is infantilizing disabled people without realizing so jeff points it out and that starts a little argument and then Annie is like "why don't we ask abed then" and he starts mentally destroying them with his psychoanalysis
Anyways if anyone's got suggestions feel free to add them
love the idea of troy going up to jeff and asking for advice because he thinks he might be in love with abed and jeff obviously is like of COURSE you are for fucks sake just get together do you really think abed DOESNT like you
and troy goes oh no i know he does. we know we’re in love with each other but its too easy to just get together we want our romance movie moment where we pine and then our friends tell us to get over ourselves first
jeff just sighs and says of course and then starts giving him advice
posts that live in my head rent free
This is now my new favorite best friend duo
statement of timothy stoker regarding jonathan sim’s BLATANT FAVORITISM
mabel helping martin out with his workplace romance
man known for wooing file clerks vs file clerk final boss
something about first impressions idk
bonus:
My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.
The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.
I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.
I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.
Ace | demi-pan | transmasc | he/itMostly here for fanart, might post photography and random stuff occasionally tho
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