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Same,it's a weird finale, idk why Jeff and Annie kissed, I don't think it was a good decision

Okay. I finally finished watching Community today, and i just want to say: It was awesome. But also, it wasn't?.

sOrry you’re telling me sULu is the voiceover for Epidemiology!??????!!??!? Oh my god I’ve gotta rewatch it

Isn't it such a coinky dink that George Takei, a gay man, is the voiceover in the episode where Troy tells Abed he loves him? Just a little something. A wee something or other.......

Cast of Community NBC holding animals! :)

I miss them

On Sunday, there's six red dots blinking away on Abed's phone screen. Three, clustered around Greendale, their number ever dwindling. One a few miles to the south. Pierce. He hasn't moved in months, but Abed's been keeping an eye on it just in case. One in Georgia (the state, not the country), where Shirley's spun off to. And one more, just off the coast of India.

Troy.

He's not always there anymore; the tracker doesn't always get reception in the middle of the ocean, and there are days when Abed can't even bring himself to look at it. Where he can't bear the possibility that he won't be able to see that little red dot that means that Troy is out there somewhere.

It helps a bit, when he can see it. When everything is too much, and reality begins to fracture around him, it helps to know that Troy is out there. That he's coming back.

Sunday is a good day. And when he wakes up on Monday, the dot is gone, and Troy has left all over again.

"I'm gay" "I'm straight" okay??? I'm A-B-E-D, connoisseur of Christmas, on the spectrum? none of your business. thoughts too fast to comprehend, just wanna do right by my friend

yeah

i respect trobed truthers and i get it sometimes but its clear some of yall are allistic because you'll post pictures of abed looking at troy "lovingly" but its just the way some of us autistics look at people. like im not flirting im just looking at you. im paying attention. and its so funny to me

My Opinion: Trobed is The Best depiction of friendship

On one hand we have Troy: former popular football player who couldn't play because he did a keg flip (and that too as a way to escape the surmounting pressure to achieve a sports scholarship), someone who still has a childlike view on things, does not understand "adult" things sometimes (and I mean adult as in taxes, income, rent kinda adult), possible (unconfirmed because I relate to this character and in some sad need to equate myself to this character I refuse to conclude because I don't know if I have) ADHD, stereotypical jock archetype. On the other hand we have Abed: television connoisseur who views the world via the frameworks of televised tropes as a method to understand human relationships, uses his understanding of human trends to support a group of friends he accidentally landed into, acutely aware of flaws and even is able to replicate/produce personalities if he wanted to but actively chooses not to, probably (definitely) ASD, stereotypical nerd archetype. The way these two characters are complex in and of themselves despite still managing to play around their allocated stereotypes and how this complexity forms a unique dynamic is a testament to how each friendship formed in one's life possesses many facets that fleshes out and gives life to it. This is evidenced simply by Troy's fascination for "adulting" pairing well with Abed's fascination of his adult friends, and their mutual childlike demeanor forming a beautiful common ground (even during the blanket fort vs pillow fort war). Even their conflicts are resolvable, and their willingness to communicate is beautiful. From something as simple as having a personal handshake to something as big being able to construct a Dreamscape in their apartment, this duo manage to encompass what a true friendship built (perhaps initially) off superficial things such as movies just being in the same place at the same time can blossom into a strong bond. I love that. All that said, I'm still salty Troy left on that goddamn boat.

Jeff, on one of his long motivational monologues: Say, why do we pay interest on loans?

Annie: Because of the time value of money?

Britta: So now time is under capitalism's control?

Troy: Wait... does this mean...

Abed: That time is money-

Troy: And the only difference is that we own it-

Troy and Abed together: so let's stop time and enjoy this moment!

Jeff, handheading: No, you idiots, time value of money is not a Pitbull reference, it is a finance concept that we'd know if we spent our time studying for the gODDAMN FINANCE TEST!

RIP Dean Pelton. You would have loved Espresso by Sabrina Carpenter and rhyming "'Cause I'm a singer" with "Jeffrey Winger"

look as a law student (not in the USA thank the random probability of the universe) this is completely, utterly, disgustingly, factually correct. Every time I have to learn something new about why a license differs from a lease I want to squeeze vodka straight out of a potato into my mouth, and I don't even Like alcohol (I've only ever drink a shochu soda that was like 5% to help me through a law module that was basically how to sue a guy 101).

jeff winger

the funniest thing is chevy chase was also hated by the cast for similar reasons, to the point where joey mchale had repeatedly gotten into fisticuffs with him. the strangest thing is pierce as a character had so much space for growth in a good way but he keeps being used (and to be fair if his actor shared his views then i see why the views did not change). i wish they used another actor to play this mf so that at least we'd have gotten some character growth,,,, iirc him dying was the copout because chevy chase did something too egregious and everyone came together to say no thank you fuck off

i never really understood why pierce was there. like he was just there to be laughed at for being ignorant and creepy, then i guess he was meant to be a kind of villain. but then he supposedly redeemed himself at the end of season 2, but is still kinda just an asshole in seasons 3 and 4. it got to a point where he just wasn't funny (that point came very fast) and he just became a nuisance. to me it's a lot like how i view ren yamai in komi can't communicate, a character with no real meaning but being there for me to utterly despise and for me to hate reading any chapters that she appears in. back to pierce, why did he get so many chances for forgiveness? it started in episode 2, where he directly rejected the assignment given to him, to the point where jeff repeatedly telling him that they should be doing the assignment did nothing to sway him, then suddenly it's jeff's fault? and then that makes jeff get an F on the assignment?? and pierce is still not in the wrong??? literally made jeff fail and we still gotta forgive him. and why are we supposed to feel sorry for him in economics of marine biology? my guy you have been consistently a racist, a homophobe and all around an asshole throughout this entire show i do not feel sorry for you. when shirley said he died in basic intergluteal numismatics that was some of the biggest relief i've felt in my life istg.

me when i A+ my finance quizzes: is this what annie felt during high school

Headcannon #1 (Trobed shippers and non shippers alike this is up to you how you wanna interpret this)

Troy returns, experienced but not particularly more wise. He apparently has not travelled the world like Pierce wanted him to, realising halfway that perhaps it's no use running around giggling without someone to giggle with, no use searching for his place in the world if it means sacrificing his comfort and tearing away from where he had sunk roots in. In a way, Pierce's boon felt like a bane, and so he made his way back to home, to Greendale, to Abed. His return was an emotional one to most. Annie cried and embraced him, her sobs genuine this time, her clear voice wavering uncharacteristically. Shirley had just flown down to see everyone again, and Troy's appearance was a surprise that delighted her endlessly; the mother hen pecked at him with happy tears welling in her eyes as she enquired about his wellbeing. Britta was gleeful, but her enthusiastic greeting was quelled by a "Shut up Britta!" To be fair, she did just say some absurd things about Troy finally being there to help relieve the burden of being the funny one in the group. Jeff had dashed over once he had heard, but will not affirm it, choosing to step into the group study room with a smirk as he spouted off some cool tagline. Troy fistbumped him, telling him how cool that was, as the nostalgia began to flood his system. However, just one person was missing. Troy looked around, hiding his disappointment as he looked around the blue walls of the study room. Everything was as it was, just slightly different. The table had more scratches, the chairs were slightly different, the Dean was chuckling off to one side, a hand on Jeff's arm that Jeff has not swatted away yet. As he looks to Annie for more details, Annie winks at him and mouths "they're not together that way, but Jeff is.. bi." Troy's eyes widen as his jaw slacks. All that does not change the fact that Troy still was missing someone. Someone he had formed an inseperable bond with, who had yet been torn from him by everyone, from the Air-Con guys to Pierce. He gave up. After all, if Abed wasn't still here after Britta's obnoxious Twitter post, perhaps he did not know, or perhaps he did not care anymore. He decided to say his thank yous to his friends and embark on a journey to see just how much Greendale has been saved from ruin when- "TROY!" "ABED-" A thin frame stood in front of him, dressed in a comfortable long sleeved shirt and a sweater vest, his shoes seemingly new. Brown eyes met black, and an unspoken pattern arose. Four hands rose up in the air, and one of each thudded against each chest, whilst the other connected in the middle twice, a resounding echo each time the two met. The rest could only stare in unbridled wonder as the two continued to stare into each others eyes, appraising the other for any signs of distance. With none, arms wrapped around each other, Abed stood in silence as Troy's eyes finally gave way to the emotions that had been threatening to flood out of him. "I thought you'd have forgotten me." "Never. Not when the Dreamscape is there to remind me of what I had lost every single day." Together, their voice echoed as they sung. "Troy and Abed Back Together~"

[001] BEING THE YOUNGEST IN THE STUDY GROUP (nbc community headcanons)

Because I am talking about a big group, I made a little color-coded list so there should be no confusion as to who is speaking! Also, this is set about halfway through season one, so that explains the timeline.

Reader = Purple Jeff = Blue Britta = Orange Annie = Yellow Abed = Green Troy = Red Shirley = Pink

pairing: fem!reader x platonic!community warnings: none

The choice to go to community college hadn't exactly been an ideal one

You had accidentally filled out all your actual college applications wrong and didn't realize they never went through until all the application dates had passed.

So, weighing your options, you decided that Greendale was your best option.

By then you had to enroll in all the leftover classes that still had spots open

You had taken French all throughout high school and barely retained a word of it. You'd hoped to jump into some French classes for an easy A, but all of the French classes had already filled up.

The solution? Spanish 101.

You showed up to the first day of class determined to make the best of the awful hand you had been dealt.

And surprise, surprise! Spanish was nothing like French.

The teacher was a little kooky and he severely overestimated how much work his students could do before the next class.

Before you knew it, you were drowning in work that you didn't know how to do and suddenly your grade started to drop.

When your next door neighbor took a liking to blasting loud music while you were trying to study, you decided to head to one of the study rooms to try and be productive.

But when you got there, you found the table was already full of people.

"Oh! My bad, sorry-"

You tried to leave, but, due to your immense surprise, one of the girls at the table recognized you.

"Hey, wait - aren't you in our Spanish class?"

Before you could confirm, someone answered for you.

"Yeah. She sits in the third row and color codes all her notes."

You looked at him in confusion.

"I'm Abed."

And then another woman in the room smiled at you.

"You color code your notes?"

You nodded and took them out to show her, but a douchey looking guy in a leather jacket scoffed.

"The only people who color code notes are horse girls and psychopaths."

Four years of going to public school has made you immune to assholes...and excellent at shutting them down.

So you slapped down your color coded notes and took the chair beside him.

"I bet this psychopath's color coded notes can teach you more Spanish in five minutes than an entire semester of whatever blow-off class you're taking."

And again, to your surprise, he almost looked impressed.

"I'm Jeff Winger."

"Y/n L/n."

And just like that, you were in.

You met with the group every day after class to work on the Spanish homework and study for upcoming tests and quizzes

But, to be honest, you guys weren't always great at staying on task.

"Okay, um... yo nací en mil novecientos noventa y dos."

"Hang on, that can't be right. You just said you were born in 1992."

"No, that's right."

"Y/n, that would make you seventeen."

"...Yeah?"

Needless to say, they kinda lost it.

"You're even younger than me! Wait, I'm not the youngest anymore? Ha! Suck it, Y/n!"

"I started school a year early and I have a late birthday! I don't know what the big deal is."

"No big deal, I just didn't know that there was a child in our midst."

"I am not a child."

"Aw, look at them pouting! They're so little and adorable."

Thus began your long journey of trying to prove to your friends that you were not a child.

Your first step? Changing up your look.

And boy did you turn some heads when you walked into the study room in a leather jacket and thick eyeliner

"Okay Wednesday Addams, give us our Y/n back and no one gets hurt."

"Jeff, I'm trying to prove a point."

"Is the point that you lost a bet with the cosmetology class?"

So...yeah. That didn't go as well as you were hoping.

Even so, they stuck by you through all of your erratic, split second decisions that you made without really considering the consequences

Like when you walked into the first day of second semester with bangs you had cut yourself over the break.

Surprisingly, Abed seemed to be the one most enthusiastic about them.

“It’s likely that we’ve just began a new season, so one of the main characters changed up their look to provide a jumping off point and to keep viewers interested.”

Silence followed…

“I like them.”

“Aw, thanks Abed!”

But, obviously, you endured some teasing—mostly from Jeff.

“Okay, remind me not to let Mia Wallace near a pair of scissors ever again.”

“Did you just Google ‘female characters with bangs’ and use the first one on the list?”

"…No.” (Jeff said as he slyly put his phone back in his pocket.)

The group became like a family to you, but sometimes you missed your family

Especially when they called and said that they couldn't make it to Family Day. You had had the sneaking suspicion that they were disappointed that you ended up at Greendale, but this seemed to confirm it.

You did your best not to let on how upset you were by brushing it off when you were asked.

"Y/n, how worried should I be about interacting with your parents on a scale of Helicopter Mom to Cougar?"

"Actually, my parents aren't coming to Family Day."

"Oh no, why not?"

"They were just busy. It's fine, I saw them a couple weeks ago. No big deal."

Family day approached and you were actually feeling pretty okay about the situation. Acting like you didn't care had actually made you not care, which you thought at the time was a good thing.

But as you sat in the quad and watched everyone walk around with their relatives, talking and touring, you realized just how upset you really were.

So you left.

You found yourself hunched over your Spanish textbook in the empty study room reading the same sentence over and over and mindlessly writing unhelpful notes that you'd never actually study.

You weren't sure how long you'd been there before you noticed someone looking over your shoulder.

"That's odd, these Spanish notes are in black and white."

"I wasn't in the mood to color code. Plus Abed stole all my pens to make mini lightsabers."

Jeff sat next to you, taking your textbook and notebook and placing them on the other side of the table.

"Look, I know that I spend a lot of time trying to act like I'm older than I am, but I'm still a kid. Know how I know? Because I miss my mom and dad. I was always a little afraid to leave home, so when I had to come here for school, I had to admit that I felt a little relieved to be only an hour away from where I grew up. I felt safer knowing my parents would only be a short car ride away. But now it just feels like they might as well be on the other side of the country. I know they're disappointed I didn't go to an Ivy League or get to go out of state for college, but I wish they'd just get over it and accept it. I have. Why can't they?"

Jeff never considered himself particularly good at the advice thing. Sure, he could talk until hell froze over and manipulate anyone into doing his bidding, but he could never figure out how to make sad people be less sad. You may have been young, but you weren't naive - he knew that.

He saw you now like a younger sibling rather than a jury member or someone he was trying to con. So he decided to speak accordingly.

"People are stupid. Parents are stupid. Greendale may not be Ivy League, but it's something. You could've blown off college and stayed at home where it's safe, but you didn't. You cared enough to pack your stuff, drive sixty minutes away, rob an entire Office Depot, and enroll in the last classes they had available. You did all that because you care. And if they can't see that, then that's on them. I may not know a whole lot about warm, fuzzy, familial relationships, but I do know this: you have a family here at Greendale. A weird, messed up, occasionally problematic family. So screw Family Day. We're a study group. And I wouldn't trade that for the world."

You hadn't expected to tear up, but you did anyway. You said nothing and hugged Jeff, who reluctantly returned it.

"I'll steal your pens back from Abed."

"Thanks."

The rest of the year progressed smoothly. Sure, you guys had your ups and downs of course, but you always found yourselves back in the group study room after class

But that, you supposed, was what a family did.

Author's Note: Can you tell I'm obsessed with Community??? Ugh this was so fun to write, I genuinely love the headcanon format because it's how my brain just functions, so this was really good for me to write to get out of my head for a bit. It's also funny bc this is how it is with my friend group, all of which are in college except for me, so it was fun to draw from some real life experiences. I hope you guys had a lovely week and I hope this makes you smile! Much love 💗🖤

part of me really wants to headcannon britta as queer in some way but. honestly. cis hetero britta as a concept is so funny to me

Rip Dean pelton you would have loved neopronouns

like if you agree 🔥

(if you saw the original. no you didn't)