so um. was doing some thinking and. I don’t think abed mentions inspector spacetime ever again after troy leaves. so uh. do with that information what you will
Ghost and Goose are autism4adhd and I think that’s beautiful. I don’t need to explain myself on this. I’m just gonna write out some small moments of them caring for each other's needs, plus Ghost being Murphy’s least favorite customer.
You hold out a pair of earplugs for Simon as he walks past you, feeling his fingers close over them quickly. He twists them into his ears as he goes to help Soap set up the arsenal of fireworks he bought. When he comes back to you he settles a hand on your lower back, appreciative. He doesn’t have to say anything.
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You snap at Gaz when he tries to ask you about horse tack and Simon looks at you like his ears are burning. He makes a soft motion with his hands, waving them back and forth. You shake out your whole body to try and get yourself back to equilibrium. When that doesn’t work he comes over and roughs up your hair until you’re laughing and pushing at his hands.
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You and Soap have been chattering in overlapping voices about almost nothing for the last hour. Simon’s leg bounces rapidly as he sits next to you trying to focus on the game. He stands and leaves without a word, you smack a hand over Soap’s mouth when he tries to call him out on it.
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Simon grabs Soap by the back of the neck and hauls him out of the kitchen before you even notice he’s there. Your brain laser focused on the budget sheets laid out across the table.
“You’re a cruel man starvin’ me like this,” Soap complains.
“You just had lunch,” Simon tells him shortly, “Let Goose work.”
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You hand Simon your monthly list and make sure he knows your prices are non-negotiable. Murphy swears as soon as he cozies up to the counter. Simon sets the list down, slides it towards the old man with his fingers.
“What do you want first?” Murphy eyes him, eyes the list.
“Corn feed.”
“50 a bag.”
“15.” Simon tells him smoothly, Murphy sputters.
“15? 15!? You’re out of your spectral mind if you think I’m going as low as-”
“15.” Simon repeats.
“Now 40! I could maybe do 40,” Murphy tries, “40 would be reasonable!” Simon stares at him.
“15.” He says firmly.
“If you were asking for 25 I would consider us friends! 15! You’re trying to put me out of business!” Murphy presses his hand to his heart, “Have you no sympathy? I’m an old man, just trying to make an honest living before I pass on.”
“I’d put you in your late 60s, hardly old,” Simon tells him, “15.”
“If you think-”
“15.”
“If Goose thinks!”
“It’s 15.”
“Alright it’s 15,” Murphy sighs, jotting down the fair price on his notepad. “You know you really take the fun out of this.”
Okay… there is something VERY sexy about Bucky cuming in his pants 🤤
No bc there IS something very sexy about it and we all know I love writing this 🙈
Because honestly, I think sex could be a really overwhelming experience for him and I think he'd really want to take his time with it. That kind of physical and emotional vulnerability might not come to him so easily.
I really think the tiniest little things would short circuit his brain and it'd nearly just be another point of concern for him. He can't quite understand why the smell of your perfume makes his heart race, nor can he understand why his cock stirs just from feeling the heat of your body against his.
He knows he won't have much stamina, so to speak. He's dabbled a little in modern porn and he knows he's nothing like those men. He's acutely aware that he can, and has, spent hours jerking his throbbing length, covering his own strong thighs in an embarrassing amount of cum but all it takes is a chaste kiss on the cheek from you to have his dick desperate for more attention.
It's all quite overwhelming but he knows he's safe to feel overwhelmed and that makes such a difference. His comfort is always a priority but sometimes he pushes his body just a little further than he can handle.
Like the first time he's got you on top of him, frantically making out. You're wearing a tiny little pair of shorts and a thin t-shirt and he's desperate to explore now that he's got the chance.
"Baby, please. I need... Oh God, that's good." Words fail him when your lips latch onto his neck, your teeth grazing the exposed skin. The tip of your tongue is sinful, paying close attention to the hollow of his throat while you make the most of the free reign you're being given.
"Is this okay?" You ask softly between kisses, pressing your core against his body. There's a time and a place for you to worry about how incredibly wet you are but this isn't it. There's no room for you to be embarrassed by your need. Not when you're settling on top of a man who's evidently just as into this as you are.
"Yeah... Y-yeah, that's fine." The quiet squeak is just about all Bucky can manage, his hands settling on your hips. He's not moving them, he realises. He's not the one rocking you back and forth over his aching length. You are.
"Holy shit." He groans into the crook of your neck, eyes squeezed shut, pure bliss making every nerve ending tingle pleasantly. He's not even inside you. Lord knows he couldn't handle that but he can't understand how this feels as good as it does without any real replication of the wet heat of your body.
He thinks he's got it under control as he lets your body roll against him. He got enough self restraint. He can handle it. He's got it. Right up until oh no, he really hasn't.
"Babe, you have to s-" He begins but it's too late. Pleasure radiates from the base of his spine, cum splattering against the inside of his pyjama bottoms and all he can do is hold you close and whimper.
His length throbs with each wave of ecstasy and nothing in him wants to lose the heat and pressure of your clothed sex against his. He almost feels pathetic for cumming like this, with minimal stimulation but God, he needs it. When he finally has enough clarity of thought, he registers the feeling of your hands in his hair and his brain starts to process all the filthy little encouragements you've whispered in his ear as he came.
When he comes down, he knows he should probably feel embarrassed but instead, he feels safe. He feels cared for and in a strange way, he feels a little bit more whole, knowing he's finally letting himself be intimate with someone who wants the very best for him.
why don't you go watch 6 very different people in varying stages in life attend community college and form real, genuine human connections for the first time in their lives. maybe you'll. ok you probably won't calm down but you will Feel Things
i finished community. finally. i finished it on my second watch, because on first i was too scared to see it end. i’ve never felt this way about a show before. i cried at the ending, and i don’t know why.
Thinking about the fact they followed cooperative polygraphy, which was 90% making fun of pierce/calling him a bad person, with geothermal escapism, which was super emotional and quite well written imo.
Especially with how abed is treated in each.
Pierce leaves abed basically nothing, and just insults him. Even in his death he makes it known he never really liked or understood abed.
Troy went out of his way to help abed and did everything he could to make him happy even though it was an incredibly difficult moment for both of them.
Do you think the way Troy left the show was poorly done?
100%, it wasn’t enough in my opinion.
It bothers me that they just had abed deal with all of it one episode because it doesn’t seem realistic, same with everyone else.
When Troy left to be a air conditioning repair man they had the others complain about missing Troy, I mean abed went crazy and became “evil abed” and tried to cut Jeff’s arm off.
The episode isn’t bad, I like it. The story is cool and fun. I like when the whole campus comes together to do stuff (like paintball)
And, the acting is good. I mean do you hear troys screams? (Ignore my broken computer)
I mean britta and Troy make a clone of abed and then a clone of Troy was sweet and a smart way to have abed come back from the “dead”
But then they made him leave on a boat..with Levar Burton?? Very silly, which isn’t a bad thing but I would of liked something a little more serious.
But i couldn’t tell you what serious thing I would of wanted because I’m not good with coming up with stuff.