But since it falls unto my lot that I should rise and you should not, I'll gently rise and I'll softly call: goodnight and joy be with you all.

Or, thirty ways those five years could have gone. A 30kisses challenge.

I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight. So make a wish and do as dreamers do. And all your wishes will come true.

Questions of science, science and progress, do not speak as loud as my heart.

It's the most wonderful time of the year!

There are so many words to describe their life together; hectic, wonderful, crazy, so insanely happy. It's never gotten easier; only better with time. It's them. It's perfect. And they wouldn't change a thing.

It happens like this and this and this.

I let you see the parts of me that weren't all that pretty, and with every touch, you fixed them.

When you speak, angels sing from above. Everyday words seem to turn into love songs...

It's strange how we try to balance two things that don't equate in any way. We compensate sadness with food, longing with drinking, and absence with anything to pass the lonely days.

Or, thirty ways it didn't happen. A 30kisses challenge.

The storms are raging on the rolling sea and on the highway of regret. The winds of change are blowing wild and free. You ain't seen nothing like me yet.

If everything was different, would anything stay the same?

First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes... the perfect wedding night? Well, not exactly.

It's more than they both bargained for and the only options are to see it through or abandon all hope.

5 years of Spoby, 5 different anniversaries, each unique in their own special way.

30 drabbles centered around that certain something that everyone sees, yet no one can explain. A 30kisses challenge.

... not easily defined, especially in the Cavanaugh household. One-shot sequel to "I'll set the table, you can make the fire."

There are only so many times you can restart before that is no longer an option; before the pieces of your broken lives are too scattered, too unrecognizable. Whoever A is now has taken it to the next level; they're out for blood. And sooner or later, that blood is going to spill.

The dust has settled, the texts have stopped and their wounds are starting to heal.

30 drabbles centered on the lives that could have been. A 30kisses challenge.

When your life flashes before your eyes, make sure you've got plenty to watch. A chronicle of Michael/Sara one-shots, episode by episode.

They're happy and normal, at least for a time. But there's a storm brewing on the horizon; just because General Krantz has been executed doesn't mean The Company's been obliterated. After all, not everything is as it seems…

30 drabbles chronicling the blossoming relationship between James Ford and Juliet Burke. A 30kisses challenge.

It's too late now. You've lost your chance.

It's Halloween and as usual, things are amok at Greendale. Someone has murdered Dean Pelton! ... But who?

Tomorrow. They'll discuss it all tomorrow.

Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Fool me three times... and we're going to have a problem.

The concept of a decision is interesting, isn't it? Some say yes, some say no. Someone has to suffer so someone else can prosper. Someone has to fail so another can succeed. Make the right choice and everything seems perfect. Make the wrong choice and the results could be fatal.

They could have gone to Vegas. They could have gone to the beach. But when discussing the ending destination of their road trip, there was only one obvious option- Disney World. Look out, Mickey. Here come the Greendale Seven.

To play it safe after two years of paintball, the end-of-the-year activity the Dean plans is exactly the kind of thing Jeff has always dreaded- a school-wide lock-in.

All of that talk about babies and finally, here they are with one. But Jeff Winger and Britta Perry are about to learn that talk is anything but cheap.

Even Jeff Winger needs some reassurance, now and then. Britta just wishes he had more convenient timing.

Goodbye. So long. Farewell. Au revoir. There were many ways to say goodbye and Kate Austen hated every single one of them.

Lying here, listening to the sounds of the Island at night and falling asleep to the rhythmic beat of Jack's heart, Kate somehow feels strangely at peace.

The night starts out pretty normal for Jeff and Britta. But as usual, things go awry.

The Greendale Community College study group finds the perfect way to count down the days until Christmas.

They've always been a ticking time bomb and it's just about time that they implode. Ready, set, detonate.

It might've been a crazy fifteen years, but they're ready for fifteen more.

All it takes is eighteen minutes.

Yeah. They're over. Or maybe they never began, and that was really the problem in the first place.

Happy endings do not come to unhappy couples.

When Jeff Winger looks back on it, he blames his awfully chaotic night on Crayola and that stupid, broken yellow crayon.

Throughout the year they slept together, Jeff Winger and Britta Perry learned a plethora of things about each other. Things the rest of the study group didn't ever need to know.

So maybe Abed Nadir is some kind of genie or psychic, because everything he predicts for the group, namely Jeff Winger and Britta Perry, more or less comes true.

Jeff Winger and Britta Perry try to come to terms with their feelings. That? Is pretty much impossible.

Their life is a crazy sort of perfect and they wouldn't change a thing.

It's two a.m. and everything is quiet. Everything, that is, except for Jeff and Britta.

There aren't many people in the world who haven't had the chicken pox. Britta Perry and Jeff Winger are unfortunately two of these people.

40 weeks is all it takes to change their lives forever.

Jeff Winger wonders how his life spiraled so far out of his control- and why he doesn't seem to care.