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[risibledeer]

[fa660t]

to: donnie (@donnie-notdarko)

I thought this might be more appropriate... do you want to tell me?

[aldi80s]

PIONEER LASER DISC PLAYER CLD-9000 [Japan, 1984]

This was the first LD+CD player released in Japan.

[queen-karis-nonsense-ramblings]

TOS Episodes: "Who hath cometh for thine own lamentations?" and it's about an interdimensional slime that eats sadness

TNG Episodes: "The Defense" And it's about a defense

DS9 Episodes: "Hold the Line" and it has a A-plot of dramatic war and philosphy, with a B-plot of Quark scamming a single mother out of her life saving, before being forced to give some of it back

VOY Episodes: "Combat" and the whole episode is a master-and-commander style space battle.

ENT Episodes: "The Ship" and it's about the ship docking with another ship.

DIS Episodes: "Cometh thou for thine'sths own might so that hath we art to belongeth" and it's part 7 of 24 of chasing the alien that eats planets because it's sad.

LD Episodes: "The Good, the Bad, and the Boimler" And it's where Boimler and Mariner trade personalities for a week.

SNW Episodes: "E Pluribus Union" And it's a a complex metaphor for the current socio-economic situation of the United States, immediatly followed by an episode where they are all transported into an alternate universe where they can only communicate through Canterbury Tales quotes.

PRO Episodes: "There and Back Again" And it's about a group of unqualified 13 year olds making the worst string of decisions possible and somehow stopping what would otherwise be a galactic crisis on a scale never before seen

[regina-bithyniae]

Forgot this scene, how the closest thing Loid has had to a real heart-to-heart with any other character is when talking to his science experiment human-level-intelligent dog

[boundinblueleather]

[lovelyisjean]

Let Down- pt. 1 ✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩

college!mike wheeler au x fem reader

word count: 1.7k

Summary: Since they were kids, Mike and y/n shared a mutual dislike for one another. They were two sides of the same coin, seemingly never agreeing on anything and constantly in competition with one another. But, that all changes when y/n flunks her first exam in her comp sci course and her professor suggests her TA, Mike Wheeler, give her tutoring.

warnings: none

Mike couldn't remember a time in his life that y/n y/l/n did not irritate him.

He'd known her since the third grade and from the moment they met they began their never ending petty war. It had begun with who could answer Miss Harris' questions the fastest in elementary school, who was the best at being the ghost during ghost in the graveyard at recess, and who knew more words in the spelling bee. As time went on, it progressed into a war between the twos respected social hierarchies. Y/n was the co-captin of the Hawkins High varsity cheerleading squad, and Mike apart of the Hellfire club.

Mike would continue to keep y/n at a ten foot distance all through high school, but always making sure to constantly monitor her grades in comparison to his. And in passing in the halls, a snide remark would always be exchanged between the two. It was like a ritual between them. Mike would sometimes spend far too long thinking of annoying little jabs he knew would irritate y/n.

"HEY! Nice hair today y/n I can smell the amount of hairspray from here, I really hope it doesn't damage your brain cells for our calculus quiz on Friday," a glint in his eye as her face would twist up in this way that made her look like she just ate a lemon that he liked so much.

"Get out of my face Wheeler," she'd quip back her gaze locked in on him like a target she hoped to take down.

Mike liked the consistency of having an enemy like y/n, it was different than having a bully. The two were pulled to one another like magnets, but like magnets who were in constant competition and felt that each magnet was respectively better than the other. Mike could never really get y/n out of his head and it irritated him to no end.

Y/n had just began her first computer science class in college, something she was completely out of her realm for and this made her more nervous than she cared to admit. Her strong suit was never really technology, she had always preferred science pertaining to the human body. Something without thousands of repeating digit sequences. When her first midterm came back as a 48% she nearly had a heart attack. This had never happened in the history of her entire life. A 48% felt like she would never pass the class, and she needed to pass this class. Y/n sometimes felt she was powered by spite and she needed to surpass Mike Wheeler, she'd felt this need since she was eight years old and she met the dark haired boy.

After gathering her courage and disregarding her very wounded pride, she went to her comp sci professor's office hours to beg for help and see what more she could possibly be doing to never get such a grade again.

She shuffled through the chilly October brick streets of her campus until she reached the draby gray building where here professor's office resided. After hauling herself up the five flights of stairs she was sat in a stale patterned chair facing Dr. Mueller. An astute and extremely kind older man who suggested that his BRILLIANT teacher's assistant helped one on one tutor here so that she may do better on the next exam. He had offered her the hope she needed and she eagerly accepted his offer.

"May I ask who is my section's TA for your class?" she asked, her smile wide and eyes bright with new found hope for her grade.

"Of course, Mike Wheeler, he's the best of his class; I'm sure you two would get along wonderfully. He's such a bright young man," he beamed.

Mike Wheeler. Of all people Mike Wheeler had to be her saving grace. How had she never noticed him sitting in on the lectures for this class. Surely he had noticed her? Or maybe he hadn't. Maybe since high school Mike had forgotten about her. Y/n had never forgotten Mike though. His sharp features had circled her dreams, and the smell of his freshly washed clothes that always seemed to linger around him like a halo haunted her everywhere.

"I'll give you his number and tutor hours and let him know he will be helping you out. I'm sure you'll be successful in my class, and I have no doubt Mike will be a great resource for you." Dr. Mueller scribbled down the number and handed you the small memo note.

Y/n left the office in a daze. Mike Wheeler. The number she'd been given wasn't his home phone, obviously, she didn't recognize it from the numerous prank calls she'd made to the Wheeler's residence. Her head began to reel a little as she began her walk home. What if he found out he had to tutor her and refused. She needed his help more than anything. Y/n never thought she'd see the day she'd need to go to Mike for help.

Tuesday came around, the first tutoring Dr. Mueller had scheduled for her with Mike. Y/n very begrudgingly dragged herself to the library and met in the study room the two had booked. When she walked in, the two chairs were empty, Mike was nowhere to be seen. She glanced down at her watch, panicked, she was only three minutes early but frankly she felt she was cutting it close. Now she really began to worry. He wasn't going to show up. He really truly did not like her and only saw her as a stupid stuck up cheerleader who wanted to be better than him. Y/n really just wanted to prove to everyone that she wasn't some dumb girl polluted by popularity, she was smart and she wanted to be the best. Sometimes she felt like if she wasn't the absolute best at everything, she could never truly get the success she dreamed of. Popularity to her was winning the social contest and being the best at yet another thing she could do.

She began to sweat a little at the thought of Mike not coming, and the failing of her 100 level computer science class. If she didn't do well in this class how was she going to do anything. This had never happened before in her life, the 48% began to take over her thoughts. She sat there bouncing her leg anxiously watching her clock for it to turn 5:30.

Just as the minute hand reached the six, a dark head of hair attached to a tall lanky body walked through the door.

When Dr. Mueller had told Mike one of his students needed some extra help after the first exam and he had personally recommended him, Mike was full of glowing pride. He heavily respected Dr. Mueller and to have him sing his praise to other students made him feel really good.

"Y/n Y/l/n, she's really motivated to do well, I just think she needs some help from a peer," Mike barely heard the rest of what he said after Y/n Y/l/n.

How had he not noticed her in that class. He could recognize her voice anywhere, and out of all the students who asked questions in Dr. Mueller's 200 student lecture he was sure he would have heard her voice. All he could manage out through his daze was,

"Of course sir, I'd be happy to help."

The days leading up to Tuesday seemed to morph together into one daunting beast that threatened to swallow Mike whole. Why was it that the thought of seeing Y/n again made him so nervous? He had missed their banter as he started college. He knew she went here but they had never had a class together with the thousands of kids in their major. And Mike never really went out to the fraternity parties he was sure y/n was at, he was just so busy with all his extracurriculars and keeping up with his class work. He'd not stopped thinking about her though, he never could no matter how hard he tried. it was like she was a permanent part of his brain chemistry.

The evening of their first tutoring session Mike had spent entirely too long picked out a shirt and trying to decide what belt to match with his pants. He was thinking way too much about what he looked like in the mirror and hadn't noticed the time.

"Shit." He muttered, it was already 4:25 and he had a five minute walk to the library.

His long legs an advantage helped him book it. He was so nervous she wasn't going to actually show up, why would y/n ever accept help from him. They were suppose to one up one another, helping one another completely defeated this point.

She was sitting there bouncing her knee like she always did, glued to her watch. She was wearing the same cream sweater and worn in jeans he watched her slap Jason in the parking lot after third period in after he had called her a ditz. The smell of her jasmine shampoo was intoxicating just from the door frame and his nerves were replaced with the familiar eagerness to irritate and compete with her.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. I'm glad that after all these years you've finally come around and decided I am admittedly the smartest." Mike's face held a smug smile as her eyes met his.

"You wish, I just need help and I'd be an idiot not to listen to Dr. Mueller." Y/n retorted her face beginning to twist.

"Well, I suppose because I am feeling generous I will help you for your next exam. On one condition." He replied.

"Ergh, get out of my face Mike, i'm not going to endure some humiliation ritual for a good grade. You and I both know I'm just if not more smart than you," She retorted.

Mike held his hands his hands up in faux surrender,

"Geez calm down, all I was going to say is that you listen to me. While we're in this room we are no longer arch rivals, and instead it's like a sort of master and apprentice type of relationship. I can't teach you if you're being difficult. This can just be solely professional, and once I helped you inevitably do well in this class, because I am a master at my craft. We can go back to whatever it is we have done for the past decade of our lives. Do we have ourselves a deal?"

"Yeah ok Wheeler, deal." she replied, crossing her arms in defeat.

pt. 2

a/n: thank you for reading! it is so late and I just wanted to finish this, also my first stranger things fic ever pls be nice. I really want to do more parts of this but its also finals week so pls don't kill me.