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I’m having too much fun with character ai

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Practice Run | Abed Nadir

MASTERLIST

Requested by: @softheartedsnake​​  

I JUST SAW THE EPISODE WHERE THEYRE TRYING TO SET ABED UP AAAH 💚💚💚 I need to request or Im going to BURST! What were your thoughts on the episode?? Ok so my request: They’re trying to set him up even though hes not interested in that girl cause he has a (mutual) crush on Reader. And hes practising on them and it gets 👀 out of hand (if they kiss I will be forever in your debt) FEEL HUGGED THANK YOU SM

Relationship(s): Abed Nadir x gn!reader (romantic)

Summary: As the group tries to set him up with a girl who seems to have a crush on him, you agree to help Abed practise flirting, but it soon gets out of hand. 

Warnings: None! (Let me know if I need to add any)

Word count: 1.6k

(A/N: This heavily utilises the script of the actual episode, but I tried to make it my own where possible. I definitely diverged away from the request a tad, but I hope it turned out alright! In case you want to watch the episode this is based off before reading this, it’s season 1 episode 17.)​

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Abed Nadir Fic Recs

NO SMUT! JUST FLUFF : )

“Paintball” by: @fandomlit

“Nerds Have More Fun” by: @jaceyneedsabetterusername

“Annie’s Friend, Abed Nadir” by: @luna-writes-stuff

“Abed’s What???” by: @mrsdrysdale18

“Babysitter” by: @sophwritesfanfic

“I Don’t Want to be Your Friend” by: @simpingoverfictionalppl

“Don’t You Forget About Me” by: @merlieve

“Movie Night” by: @the-and-sign-anon

“Nice to Meet You” by: @the-and-sign-anon

“Hate to See You Cry” by: @veinsandknuckles

“The Wonders of Paintball” by: @simping-for-tape

“Jealously Brings Out the Cuddles in Us” by: @simping-for-tape

Happy Easter everyone!!! : )

(Maybe I’ll add to this later. I dunno. Just thought it would be a fun holiday treat : D)

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“am I…lovesick?” you have a cold. go to sleep

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I JUST TAUGHT DJ QUALLS WHAT A BEREAL IS!!!

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My entire socials feed rn is just Matty touching his dick and I’m not complaining at all.

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“It’s just you and I tonight, why don’t you figure my heart out?”

— The 1975, Heart Out

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Hey, here's a lil self care checkpoint!

-drink some water if you haven't for a lil while

-try and have a lil snack or some general food if you havent had any for a bit

-take a 5 min screen break (so you don't get eye strain)

-if you bind, have you been wearing it more than 8-10 hours? Have a lil stretch if you're within your time

-did you take your meds today?

-if its between 10pm and 7am where you are rn try to sleep or rest, even if its just for an hour

-if you've been sitting for a while get up and have a lil walk if you can, even if its just to the kitchen for a cup of tea

-pls remember that you are amazing and beautiful and deserve love and happiness, you are enough

OK end of checklist, have a nice day you amazing human!!

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We stan!!!!

chaotic good

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I will never not be OBSESSED with the Famous trope + Found Family trope with the Party 😭 The headlines would be so chaotic? Like:

Famous Rockstar Eddie Munson is seen eating lunch with two time Pulitzer winner Nancy Wheeler, Highest Paid Photographer Jonathan Byers and Successful Entrepreneur Argyle Alvez. How does he know these people???

Three time Grammy Winner Eddie Munson seen in a McDonald's with World Renowned Astronaut Dustin Henderson and New York Times Best Seller Will Byers-Wheeler and Mike Byers-Wheeler. What the actual fuck???

Eddie Munson, seen in a Chicago Bulls game looking confused as hell, mere seconds after finding out his second album just went Multi-platinum, with his husband, Steve Munson. Also seen in pictures, Eddie Munson hugging point guard Lucas Sinclair and his wife, Max Sinclair. How???

MSG Sold Out Performer Eddie Munson seen in Chicago Medical Center with World Renowned Surgeon Dr. Erica Sinclair. Our insiders say that the rockstar is FINE and was only having lunch with the doctor. What in the multiverse is happening???

Eddie Munson and his husband seen in line at the book signing of rising Linguistics Author Robin Buckley. They ended up laughing so hard when they reached the author, they almost got kicked out. Turns out they all knew each other???

Rock Star Eddie Munson bringing packed lunch in pajamas to a small Chicago preschool where husband, Steve Munson and known friend, Jane Hopper works. Why??? How??? What???

Third most followed person on Instagram Eddie Munson, just broke the internet by posting a group picture with Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Jonathan Byers, Argyle Alvez, Dustin Henderson, Lucas, Max and Erica Sinclair, Mike and Will Byers-Wheeler, his husband Steve Munson and family friend Jane Hopper. HOW DO THEY ALL KNOW EACH OTHER?! WHAT A WEIRD GROUP?!

The more people speculate, the more they say shit. Like people ask them how they know each other and they all just throw out the weirdest answers.

Nancy gets asked in a press conference how she knows Rock Star Eddie Munson? Nancy answers with, "I was driving myself to California when I was 19 and I picked him up as a hitch hiker along the way. We’ve been friends since then."

Robin gets asked in a lecture how she knows the Sinclair Clan? Robin answers with, "I go way back with Dr. Erica. She once saved me from Russian Doctors trying to cut my toe nails."

Eddie goes on an interview in National TV and the host asks how he's friends with Argyle and Jon? Eddie answers with, "I got kidnapped by a killer clown when I was 17. They saved me by crushing the clown's still beating heart with their own bare hands."

Steve gets bombarded with questions online of how he knows Nancy, Robin, Jon, Argyle and even Eddie (his husband)? Steve answers with, "We were stuck in detention every Saturday when we were in senior year. We all became friends when Eddie Munson started singing Don't You (Forget About Me)."

Will and Mike gets asked in an interview about their friendship with Basketball Star, Lucas Sinclair? Will says, “Lucas once gave my dog CPR, ultimately, saving it’s life and we’ve been friends since then.” and Mike just goes, “Who???”

Erica once got asked how she knew Genius Astronaut, Dustin Henderson. Erica rolls her eyes, “That boy owes me his life. Ask him, not me.”

Dustin gets asked how he knows Eddie Munson. Dustin goes with, “Eddie once saved me from a feral army of bats and almost died. I’ve never let go of him since then.” The fans think this one might actually be true, they’ve seen the scars on Eddie, they’ve got theories and Dustin just gave them a puzzle piece.

Argyle got asked in a Business Magazine how he knows this weird, interconnected group. Argyle says, “Oh dude! Those are my life long friends! It started with a pizza van, a dead man, and a road trip to Utah. There was also a bald girl involved. In the end, the real treasure really is the friends we make along the way.”

Jonathan gets asked how he knows Eddie Munson. Jon gives the softest, sweetest smile and says, “We were in a satanic cult together.”

Jane Hopper gets asked once in public (how she knows all these famous people), someone filmed it and it went viral on Twitter. El says, verbatim, “Oh. It all started when I was kidnapped by an evil scientist who tested stuff on me like I was a lab rat. Long story short, they saved my life and they are my family.” By then people already don’t believe any of them because they all give out the most ridiculous answers. Hopper still grounds her for that even though she doesn’t live with him anymore. (Owens, who hasn't called them in 15 years, reached out with a warning).

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i lied, i can't stop thinking about this. disclaimer that i don't know aaaanyyyyythiiiiiing about shakespeare, i am just an idiot with feelings and a blog. hamlet makes sense to me most completely as a play about death. all the tragedies end in death, but hamlet begins in death - not just the aftermath of the murder, but the literal apparition of a ghost haunting elsinore (ghosts being, of course, one form of undeath). even before the revelation of the extent of claudius's betrayal, hamlet cannot forgive his uncle for assuming the throne, nor can he forgive his mother - a woman whose permissible paths in life all end in her marrying a man in power - for forgetting his father so easily. he cannot accept his father's death as a thing to be mourned and moved on from. it is an unassimilable catastrophe in his life. when he speaks of his father he describes him in larger than life terms: he gives him the attributes of gods and conquerors, figures out of myth or out of history so distant and so grand it has become legend. he accepts the duty of revenge laid on him by the ghost, but then spends most of the rest of the play pretending to act like a crazy person to hide the fact that he's running around like a crazy person and staging plays about pretend fratricide and killing the wrong person instead of just stabbing his stupid uncle once and for all. and the thing is i think this works whether you think the ghost is real or not or somewhere in between: to me his actions look like the actions of someone who very badly doesn't want something to be true. he doesn't really want to avenge his murdering incestuous uncle, because if he does - if the ghost was real, if the ghost was right, if hamlet closes the story - that means his father is really dead. and if his father is really dead, then anyone could die. even him. which is fucked up for hamlet, because he is very afraid of death. that's the payoff of the to be or not to be speech: life's a bitch, but death is worse - death must be worse, because why else would anyone ever choose to stay alive? if death itself is not to be feared, why would anyone avoid its embrace to linger in this world where your uncle can marry your mother after killing your father and you just have to live with that, forever - you just have to carry that always, even if you get your vengeance, even if you take him out. you take claudius out, your father's still gone. it's hard to imagine anything could be worse than that, but death must be, or else there would be no reason to survive it. the rejection of death and the rejection of life go hand in hand. you can't face death so you go around pretending to be mad and staging plays about pretend fratricides and you drive your girlfriend insane and your uncle is still out here getting away with it.

and then he meets up with his bro in the graveyard where they're getting ready to bury his dead girlfriend, who would maybe be alive if hamlet had just decided to be normal, and he sees all these bodies that once were people, and thinks about all the stuff they had that is nothing now. he sees the skull of someone he knew, someone who was alive and is properly gone, not a ghost but a memory; he touches death, really sees it, for the first time. he thinks about the fact that alexander, who was a king & a conqueror, a figure out of legend, also died; that in death he became dust, became earth, became maybe a fucking bottle-stop because that's what the living do with the earth. alexander, and caesar too, men like his father. men who were kings, conquerors, almost like gods, and now nothing, which is to say, in the end they were men like any other man. you can rule the world and you'll still wind up in the same place as poor yorick, a fucking jester. and hamlet is not handling this well, because this is not a play about a person who handles things well; it's a tragedy. it's a tragedy and the best that can be hoped for is that, once hamlet has looked death literally in its fleshless face, finally it becomes real to him; finally he can hide no more, and he drops his bullshit long enough to set in motion the chain of events leading to his destiny, which is both to avenge his father and to die, because his father's death and his own death were always one and the same: it was always just the end of the world that looked untouchable. it was always too late for hamlet, once his father was gone. but it feels significant, to me, that when he thinks about alexander becoming dust, becoming earth, becoming loam, he takes it to the place of becoming something people use. the one who ruled returns to serve. alexander who wept because he owned all the world belongs to humanity again. he separated himself from the world but the world always takes us back. and the other thing about the graveyard scene is: it's ophelia's grave they're digging, ophelia who was ruined by grief as a result of hamlet's carelessness, his refusal to look squarely on at what he was doing. that's the other way that death becomes real to him: his cognitive dissonance has a body count now. it was always too late for hamlet, maybe, but it didn't have to be too late for ophelia. that was something he did. refusing to accept the fundamental truth of your own humanity comes with a cost other people have to pay.

uh. so i feel like it's obvious why i have been ruminating on hamlet on this, Dracula To Dust Day, but either to make myself sound slightly less insane or at the risk of really proving i've lost it: this is what the count did, right? he was a warlord, a conqueror; he was alexander who said i will not be dust, i will not return to the earth. i will not become matter which belongs to the soil, which can be harvested for human activity. instead i will take - and it's possible this wasn't exactly a choice; the book is ambiguous about how dracula became patient zero for vampirism, how much the feral hunger of other vampires is something he shares versus something he is able to control; it's possible that all he ever wanted was not to die, and he didn't know until he was lost exactly what that would require or what it would make him - but by the time we meet him, his un-life is: instead i will take the lives of others, to steal more life for myself. it makes him immortal, or almost; it makes him fearsome, powerful; and it makes him very alone. the book never gives a reason for why he lets jonathan live in his castle as long as he does; maybe stoker couldn't come up with a justification but knew he needed that arc, to set the stakes (pun not intended) of the horror properly. but you can read loneliness into it, for sure: his monstrous habits have severed him from human contact such that the best option remaining is to play with his food. which gives some extra weight, i think, to how much bram stoker's dracula (1897) really and truly is a story about how the real stake through the heart is the friends we made along the way. our heroes can't command the weather or the wolves; they can't fly, or shape shift, or turn to mist, or paralyze their enemies with their sight. and it's very clear, i think, in the book, that one person with all the garlic & communion wafers in the world couldn't take dracula down - it has to be a team effort. that's their superpower: not vampire allergens or van helsing's knowledge or quincey's guns or arthur's gold, but literally and quite simply the fact that they can work together. that they can communicate, that they can be in a small and strange community. that they can forge alliances, because they can be allies. which they can do because they're human. which dracula cannot do - i mean, if he had been able to tell one dude "pull this boat up over here" it would have been a whole different ballgame - because he is not.

which also, i mean, okay, in my heart quincey morris who has never in his life done anything but be perfect makes a miraculous recovery and lives to tell the tale of this and all his other globe-trotting gun-slinging horse-riding adventures - but this is also why someone does have to die, in the end of this particular book. this is why we can't have our heroes all face down the horror and come out unscathed. it would be cheating, a little bit. not always, but this time. at the end of a book about the unfathomable horror of a creature who lives by the theft of blood, you do kind of need the mathematical balance of a hero who dies in giving the gift of blood. i guess also maybe in a christian gothic horror novel you as a nineteenth century protestant need someone to wind up on the cross (was i too harsh on the kenneth branaugh hamlet all those years ago? - no, i don't think i was) - and wow, it's crazy to me that in six months of reading a book about loving god and drinking blood i've never once stopped to meditate on the transmutational overtones of this situation, but what are quincey's last words if not a variation on "this is my blood, which is given for you"? spilling on the snow so that mina can be redeemed. this is, like, no one ever accused nineteenth century protestant novelists of being subtle, god bless their tender hearts. but, but, okay and - and points were made, i think, beyond the god-architecture of it all. points like: a life given is a life lived. a life ungiven, a life hoarded, a life spent in a castle on a hill, a life spent in a box viewing the world as the means to your unending end - is a life unlived. is an unlife. is a living death, and therefore a horror. and points like: dracula lived, half-lived, refused to die, for centuries, alone; quincey made it, what, not even thirty years - a handful of trips around the sun, by comparison, but he didn't spend those years alone, and he didn't die alone, either. in fact he died in pursuing the act that would disintegrate the forces that had been drawing mina away from the world: she notes in her narration she can cross the holy circle to go to him, and thus she can be with him in his final moment because of what he did. his death is a suturing, a great reconnection, because he died for how much he values life. (which is a lot, i mean, of all of them, he had the least cause to be there. he got wind that some weird shit was going down with his crush and his bros and he was all in.) because it goes the other way too, about how rejecting death is rejecting life: if you love life, like really love it, you're too busy living to worry much about dying. i mean, i wouldn't really know, i think about death all the fucking time, obviously, which is why i am not a laconic cowboy but a deranged blogger forever spitting nonsense into my metaphorical phonograph. but it's nice to consider, as something to aspire to. that maybe the goal is becoming the kind of person too preoccupied with navigating the eastern snows by an old friend en route to fight evil itself for the soul of a a woman i met a month ago to have much room to worry about much else. to be too busy living life to ruminate on its end.

in conclusion: wow i really can't believe that one of the most enduring and popular novels of the past century in a half is like good actually and contains themes and ideas that speak to readers generation beyond its author's death. please congratulate me on not quoting either t. s. eliot or rilo kiley in this post which i definitely almost did.

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Social experiment! What is harder to write: dialogue, description or exposition?

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little miss in love with her friend but he’s so dense he has no clue >:(

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Surely soup will fix me

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I’m all for cozy autumn vibes like yes it’s very #sweaterweather #gilmoregirls #pumpkinspice but there are 2 issues with this: a) I live in Texas and it is only just dipping below 90 degree highs this week and b) fall fills me with a sense of dread for the seasonal depression yet to come