#octuple trouble

[mylonelylittlestar]

XAVIER: THE SUN

Xavier is the sun, but not in the way people think. People hear "sunshine character" and think of clear skies during spring. Of flowers and beaches and singing birds. But that's not Xavier. Xavier is the sun in a different way.

(This is all based on my own knowledge/memory of stars, and it's probably not perfectly accurate because I tend to forget things quickly. I'm also oversimplifying and heavily romanticizing this. This is not an academic paper. It's a silly little post about Love and Deepspace!)

The sun is an average size star compared to other stars in the universe. There are billions of smaller stars and billions of larger stars. Compared to stars like Rigel and Betelgeuse, the sun is just a speck of dust in space, and stars like Teegarden's Star and other red dwarfs are grains of sand compared to the sun. It's not particularly special in size.

It's classified as a yellow dwarf star. Yellow dwarf stars don't "go supernova". They don't turn into black holes or neutron stars. They are simply too small.

They burn out of their hydrogen supply over millions of years, collapse, then expand, turning into "red giants". They stay that way until they become unstable, shedding their outer layers in form of large clouds made up of dust and gas (called planetary nebula).

What is left afterwards is the core, a white dwarf. White dwarfs are very dense and do not produce heat. Instead they spend millions of years slowly cooling down. When they completely cool down they turn into black dwarfs, but we will never see one because the universe isn't old enough for a white dwarf to completely cool down and actually turn into one.

It's not special. Even its death will be slow and anticlimactic. It won't collapse into a supermassive black hole after a giant supernova. It will just fade away slowly and quietly after its life as a red giant is over.

What makes the sun special is not itself, but its perfect proximity to earth. The sun makes life here possible because its mass and distance to our home planet gave us a chance to exist and observe it. Nothing else. It is perfectly average in its size, luminosity, and mass.

The sun is also lonely. More than half of the stars that we have observed share a solar system with at least one other star. They orbit each other as they travel through the universe. We can also observe triple star systems (the nearest star to the sun, Proxima Centauri, is part of a triple star system as far as I remember), quadruple systems, and possibly even septuple star systems (Nu Scorpii and AR Cassiopeiae). I've even seen things about possible octuple and even nontuple star systems.

But the sun is alone. It has a lot of planets surrounding it, but no other stars accompany it. There's a chance that it has siblings though, stars that formed in the same nebulae/gas cloud, but we have trouble finding them because we don't even truly know in what nebulae the sun was "born" in.

We have theories, but it's hard to do anything except guess because our sun is quite old and therefore far away from its birthplace (which has probably stopped existing by now). We're looking for stars with similar compositions and ages as our sun, and we look at their orbits and compare them to the orbit of our sun to see if they could be related, all in hopes of finding out more about our star through them, but the search takes a lot of time. We might never find its siblings. Maybe they're just too far away. Or there are no siblings. Maybe the nebulae only gave birth to one star, our sun, and no others.

Maybe our sun was always destined to be alone, from the very beginning of its life to its end. And maybe Xavier is destined to be alone too.

[shuicheese]

yes, hello. it it i, the octuple certified magical doctor wizard. i have the cure, yes indeed. this is the cure you seek. *proceeds to give you a box of exactly 57 1/2 bowling shoes, one golf club, a 1920s microphone, and a cupcake pizza* This will help you with all troubles, for it is the cure. yes, quite indubitably indeed. I must return now. The pestilence awaits, and i am the true cure. *proceeds to jump out the window and run into the woods*

DOCTOR WAIT, W A I T .

MAGICAL DOCTOR WIZARD PLEASE COME BACK I NEED INSTRUCTIONS AND I NEED TO SHARE MY GRATITUDE FOR YOUR KINDNESS,,,,

WE CAN GO TO THE WOODS AND BE ONE WITH NATURE

[tmp-jatp]

Guys I just wrote my first fic.

I mean, I’ve written fics before, but never finished them. But I was struck by inspiration and I’ve been trying harder to write while the muse is there because you never know when she’ll leave and not come back. I’m so excited to share this with you.

You can read it on AO3 here (2479 words btw) or read it below. I’d love it if you checked it out :)

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It was safe to say that Luke’s mind was near constantly full to the brim with music. As a songwriter, it was one of his favorite parts of himself. He had notebooks galore, all chock-full of half-written verses and melodies he hummed once in the shower and chord progressions he’d heard in a dream.

Usually, once he freed them from his mind via his pen, they were gone, saved in ink on the page. He would come back to them, to draw inspiration, to weave pieces together, to fashion them into full-fledged songs eventually.

There was always the one song that stuck around, though. It would never leave him, no matter how hard he tried.

He would hear pieces bouncing around between his ears. Sometimes it was a drum beat. Sometimes he heard snippets of words. Sometimes it was two voices, his and another always unrecognizable one, blending more beautifully than he would’ve thought possible as their two sounds danced together.

The Song had always been there, since before Luke could remember. At first there wasn’t much, just three notes that repeated over and over. One day, five more came to accompany them. As he had grown older, he’d learned what The Song meant.

Luke’s parents loved to sing their Song to one another, or they would sing it by themselves when they were alone to feel the other’s presence with them. It was a beautiful sound, and Luke loved hearing it. He asked his mom to sing their Song to him each night before bed for far more years than he would ever admit to Alex, Reggie, or Bobby.

When Luke tried to sing his parents’ Song, either by himself or with them, he’d found he never could. Even though he’d heard it a million times, his mind couldn’t recreate any part of it.

Luke would get frustrated and pout, but his mom would kneel down and smile at him.

“That’s because it isn’t your Song,” she’d told him. “Your father and I get to share this with each other and with other people, and it’s something that’s just ours. You have your own Song, and it’s just yours. One day you’ll find the person you get to share it with.”

Luke knew from middle school that he wanted to be a musician. He’d always been crafting songs, even while his own Song taunted him in its incompleteness.

When he’d gotten his first guitar for Christmas in seventh grade, another gift had come with it: more of The Song. He didn’t know which gift he valued more.

Luke learned how to play chords and arpeggios. He learned techniques while his hands learned the dexterity they needed. He developed muscle memory and honed an ability for transcribing music from his ears to his fingers.

The more he learned, the more his mind seemed to go wild with ideas at possibilities for songs. He started collecting notebooks. He always had one near or on his person with a pen also within reach. They filled haphazardly at the whims of Luke’s imagination.

Luke would play his ideas on his guitar and let them drift through his bedroom. They’d grow on their own and become more. It never felt like Luke was writing them, they just came to him.

His parents called it a gift.

When he wasn’t playing his songs, Luke was playing his Song. It burned into his mind. When he didn’t know where to go next with a piece, his fingers would always bring him back home.

The four boys started a band together. They met in Bobby’s garage and played their hearts out. Luke collected stray ideas all together to form and fill in coherent songs that they would play.

They sounded good.

The boys all knew about each other’s Songs by then. Reggie’s had a country twang to it that drove Luke crazy. He liked to play his Song’s chord progressions on his bass, but he was learning the banjo too to help him fill out the sound in his head. Alex was always humming his between reps and during set up and tear down, lost in his own world. It was soft and sweet, like a lullaby. When he got anxious, he would tap out rhythms and vocalize melodies to help calm himself down. Bobby’s Song was energetic and exciting, a sharp contrast to his shy self. He liked to play it on his electric before practices started and would always be finishing up just as the boys came into the garage, so they never heard much more than that which would seep out into the backyard.

None of them ever tried to replicate each other’s Songs. Songs were personal, they were intimate. Anyway, it wasn’t like they could recreate them, even if they tried.

Luke tried one night to transpose his Song to paper, but it never worked. His pen would hover above the sheet but never write anything at all. He tried to get something, anything, even just a word down, but it wouldn’t come out, determined to stay only inside his head. That was what Songs did.

They named their band Sunset Curve and started playing gigs. Other people liked their music, too.

Bobby became less shy when he was on stage, drawing energy from his Song to create a confidence that he would wear. Alex let out his anxiety on the drumset in a different way than how his Song would relieve his anxiety but which ended up helping just the same. Reggie wrote more country music in his free time. Sunset Curve never played it.

Luke grew older. His voice deepened and matured. One afternoon in the middle of practice, he stopped playing. The other three petered out once they noticed.

“Luke?” Alex asked from behind the set. “You okay?”

There was a voice singing his Song now. His voice was singing his Song.

“Yeah,” Luke smiled and assured. He didn’t explain what happened.

But after practice, he was humming again, a tune which complimented what they’d heard him play before. Reggie, Bobby, and Alex shared a grin while Luke wasn’t looking.

All four of them were in the music program at their high school. There were a lot of talented students in their class.

In junior year, there were a bunch of new freshmen who came up into the class. They showed a lot of promise. Sunset Curve became friends with a group of four of the freshmen. Their groups meshed well as eight, but they also all found a complement within themselves. Alex and Carrie liked to dance together. Reggie and Flynn explored new music genres and played pranks on the other six. Bobby and Nick became study partners. And Luke? Luke had Julie.

She was...well, she was Julie. She wasn’t afraid to be herself and wore it proudly, with her butterfly hair clips and dozen friendship bracelets and doodled shoes.

Reggie suggested that their group of eight should have a name. Flynn was unamused by Bobby’s suggestion of “Octuple Trouble”.

Luke wondered what the four freshmen’s Songs sounded like. He never asked. Songs were intimate, and lots of people were shy about other people hearing them. Songs revealed the deepest parts of your soul.

Luke knew that his soul was pure music and music alone.

Besides his parents and his brothers, no one ever heard Luke’s Song. No one else needed to hear his Song. It was his.

Julie, Carrie, and Flynn showed the boys how to make friendship bracelets. They explained how you made them for each other and then tied it on each other’s wrists so they would never come off as long as the friendship would last. Luke thought he would be embarrassed by wearing friendship bracelets and how it would clash with his style of jean chains and cutoff tees and metal rings, but somehow he wasn’t. They all eight hung out at Carrie’s house and tied bracelets for hours that night, with Star Wars playing in the background on the TV at Reggie and Nick’s requests. By the time they were finished, beads were in mis-matched piles on the ottomans and slivers of tape and string sprinkled the floor. It was one of the best nights of their lives.

Luke wore his bracelets proudly. They were dorky, but they were so them and Luke loved them. He had a purple and blue knotted pattern from Julie, and an orange and green one with beads that read B-I-C-E-P-S---M-C-G-E-E from Flynn.

Carrie made Alex something pink that Luke never saw closely. They’d spent the whole evening with her teaching him some fancy pattern of knots that would make a picture, so theirs matched one another’s.

Luke didn’t see what Bobby, Nick, or Reggie had made or for whom. He’d been too focused on his bracelet for Julie. He tried to channel all of his love for the friendship he’d found with her and with all eight of them into the strings, but his fingers that normally were so dextrous and able on the guitar couldn’t hold the strands with the right tension and it ended up a mess.

She loved it and wore it anyway.

Luke eventually had one bracelet from each person in Octuple Trouble and had given one to each person in turn.

Luke’s Song still plagued his mind day-in and day-out. Every day it felt it was more complete. He heard it all the way through now, but even still it wasn’t complete. There was always his guitar playing, but there was another instrument dueting his. Luke knew what the instrument was in his heart but he couldn’t name it when he tried. It was just...there. A sound that he knew better than any other but it was also different than anything he’d ever heard before. He heard his voice singing all the words, and he heard another voice, too, but it belonged to nobody. The other voice was the biggest mystery to him. It made him feel like he was home but like he didn’t know where home was.

A few months into junior year, Julie changed. She became more reserved and stopped playing in music class. Luke knew why. He didn’t know how he could help, though. He tried to just be there, and to make sure she knew he always would be.

Sunset Curve was gaining a reputation and playing more and more gigs.

Carrie started her own group, Dirty Candi. At some point she cut off all of her bracelets. Alex still went to all of their performances to support her.

Julie and Flynn stayed closer than ever before, but the rest of them...drifted.

A part of Luke fractured alongside their group. He was pretty sure a part of each of the rest of them did, too.

Senior year started and the eight of them felt practically like strangers once more. They were still all in music class, but it was different. It had been different for a long time. Nick and Bobby didn’t study together anymore. Alex and Carrie still hung out, but Reggie and Flynn hadn’t pranked anyone since November. Luke missed Julie.

Alex came to practice late one afternoon in September with wonder in his eyes and voice about a skateboarder he’d met.

“Well, he sort of ran into me...literally, and we both fell down. And I scraped up my hands pretty bad on the concrete trying to catch myself-” Alex showed them the bandaged heels of his palms “- and it stung, like, really bad. You know how I have that nervous habit where I hum my Song when I’m anxious? Yeah, okay, so I started to do that while he apologized and grabbed band-aids out of his pocket - I don’t know why he had band-aids, Reggie, probably because he gets scrapes pretty often too. But so I was humming my Song, and he started humming it too.”

Luke wondered what it felt like to hear your other half complete you.

A year after Julie changed back in junior year, she changed again. She came back. She played in class again and Luke was once again in awe of the power packed into this sophomore. He’d forgotten just how amazing she was. He didn’t know what had triggered this return, but he didn’t care. She was back.

Three weeks later, Luke was looking for Mrs. Harrison. He needed her to sign some form for him for his guidance counselor, something about graduation requirements. Luke hadn’t been paying attention.

He had his hand on the handle to the music room and was about to twist it open before he heard a sound from inside.

Three notes, repeated. Five notes. The whole sequence repeated once more.

Any thoughts of forms fell from his mind. Luke opened the door with a fervor he’d never experienced before. He rushed into the room but only made it two steps in before his shoes squeaked to a halt on the wooden floor.

Luke locked eyes with Julie. She sat behind the piano, in a black dress he’d never seen before.

The paper in his hand fluttered to the floor. Wordlessly, Luke crossed the room and picked up Mrs. Harrison’s acoustic guitar. He slipped the strap over his neck and faltered. What if he was wrong?

He took a deep breath and pushed his doubts down.

Luke turned around and saw Julie, who was watching him with a concerned curiosity.

No turning back. No regrets.

Luke’s hands started playing the first song he’d ever played. The song he’d played a billion times. It was etched into his dreams and it framed his every thought. Luke played his Song.

Julie’s eyes widened in recognition and her jaw dropped open.

Luke started singing and that seemed to spring Julie out of her stupor. Her fingers started moving across the keys in chords that accompanied his plucking.

She picked up the verse where he left off and Luke was hearing The Song for the first time. The other instrument that melded with his was the piano underneath Julie’s fingers. The other voice was hers.

Luke could see it in her eyes. She felt it, too.

Home.

It was exhilarating.

They filled the music room with their Song - no longer his, it was theirs - but the entire world was just them two. Nothing else existed but their music together.

Luke walked around the side of the piano while he played so he could be closer to Julie. He saw his god-awful friendship bracelet on her wrist while she played and smiled at the part of her that he carried on his, too.

That wasn’t the only part of her he’d been carrying, he realized.

Their Song.

Wow.

The two of them drew to a close, out of breath with amazement.

We create

A perfect harmony

They locked eyes. They were home.

@pink-flame @thedeathdeelers surprise you’re on my taglist

[officialleehadan]

Five Cartridges

Hello darlings! Today’s story was brought to you by Clown! Darling, thank you so much for your support!

Prompt: Of Other Worlds

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Eislynn was an interesting opponent in chess, sly and aggressive with a strong preference for long sneak attacks and reveals. Siavyn was more conservative, and his fondness for building himself fortresses and forcing her to crack them open had won him their first game, but lost him their second.

They had been playing chess for the better part of an hour, mutually agreed on having as honest a conversation as either of them could manage. It was for the best.

Misunderstandings were dangerous at best and disastrous at worst. Siavyn was more than old enough to think that secret-keeping was foolish, and Eislynn seemed to agree.

She was an assassin, apparently, and a pilot when they happened to land in a world that had aircraft. A specialist in sabotage, murder, and generally unsavory practices. Siavyn would be bothered, but she had more than enough time to cause trouble if she was so inclined, and hadn’t thus far. It was a warning, of course, but one that was issued with an equanimity that reassured Siavyn.

Five Cartridges

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Of Other Worlds:

Between Lives

Fortress of Sand

Revelare

Octuple Negative 

Tequila Trickster

Ghost Chess

Something Stupid

Gazebo Chase

Winner Plays Black (Subscriber Only!)

Five Cartridges (Subscriber Only!)

Seven Dead (New!)

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MASTERLIST

[baddyxangel]

When he talked Scott out of k*****g himself and calling him his brother. I know Scott’s actions were based on some weird supernatural/paranormal thing, but it was still a great moment Not just that, Stiles was willing to burn WITH him.

Every time a girl kisses him he looks surprised - it's totally adorable All interactions with Papa Stilinski - guaranteed to either make you laugh out loud or weep buckets. When he punches Jackson in the face, the first indication that he can be a badass So. Many. More.

“i say we just chloroform the little bastard and throw him in the lake” “holy god what the hell is that” “You know that there's a temple in Calcutta where they used to sacrifice a child every day? That's every day a dead baby, Lydia, ever day! Hey, you wanna know what today is? It's dead baby day! Oh, no, wait, that's every day, because every day is dead baby day, yay!” “a giant werewolf might rampage across the field killing people, that’s an incredible threat! ... triple it? dad quadruple it, OCTUPLE IT” when he helps lydia figure out its the wild hunt in 6x01 “you?! you’re not going in there! ... im taking my hand off” “sounds like the beginning of a heartfelt story but i’m gonna pass” 6x01 when hes watching the clock waiting for the class to finish 4x12 when derek is dying and stiles looks torn between staying with him or going for scott “you know the plan okay? no one gets left behind” “and if i were to stab you right now it would just magically heal, but youre having trouble grasping human sacrafice? when he appears in his jeep after escaping the hunt when he tells Argent the truth about Kate his face during scott’s “we’re brothers now” speech “they’ve been following us for hours... pathetic” the first time we see him in the pilot “ied? you’re literally an ied?... oh this just gets better... obviously!” in the hospital when he’s watching lydia pretending to read a leaflet but its about periods

[mythgirlimagines]

Prepare for trouble and make it double! Triple! Quadruple! Quintuple! Sextuple! Septuple! Octuple!

EXACTLY

[themarionette-theporcelaindoll]

Lazy Town AU

Where Sportacus is a punk kid on the street, and his taken under the wing of Ithro (after he attempted to rob him, of course)

Warning: //Mentions of abuse

 Before he turned 16, Sportacus had turned to the streets. He was a troubled kid, drugs, fights and gun violence all made up the majority of his adolescence. He had the fortunate and misfortunate choice of choosing Ithro as his next pickpocket victim. He had gotten the golden watch that day, though he didn’t get past the park from the guy.

He distinctly remembers Ithro literally flipping through the air over his head and in front of Sportacus, blocking his passage.

 "I’m impressed.“ Was all he had said. "Usually the perpetrator never gets past actually grabbing the watch, much less getting into the park." 

The man was short, but he towered the delinquent a good head and a half. Ithro was impeccably dressed, a theme of orange shades made up his clothing choice. 

"What’s your name kid?” Sportacus scoffed and knitted his brows, this guy was mocking him. “None of your business, sir.” He spit out, there wasn’t an ounce of respect in that last remark.

“That’s quite a statement for someone who did just steal my watch." 

He had enough, he moved to get passed him, but the man didn’t allow him. He held his hand out.

"I would like it back." 

Sportacus was getting ticked off, the heads back at the nest were expecting him, and he couldn’t be late. 

"Then take it.” Sportacus smirked, a mischievous glint behind his eyes. He shone the watch in his hand, pushing the challenge further. He made a jab for it, Sportacus quickly took that instance to toss the watch over Ithro’s head and dive between his legs for a clean escape. 

It had worked; he made a run for the playground which, at this hour, was vacant. He sped past the swings, expertly jumping over smaller equipment that scattered the scene. He could see the gates; with every second that passed he inched closer. He abruptly stopped when he felt a forceful tug at the back of his hoodie.

Sportacus realized he was being suspended a few inches from the ground. “Gaahh! Let me go!” He had demanded. Sure enough, it was Ithro. Sportacus was at loss; this man was in fantastic shape. “Kid, I like your drive and your energy.” Sportacus gritted his teeth, “put me down!”

“Then give me my watch back.”

Sportacus huffed, swung his arm back and tossed the watch away with all his force. Ithro didn’t miss a beat. He dropped Sportacus, doing a double cartwheel and absolutely nailing the landing, he caught the watch. Sportacus just stared, dumbfounded. “You know it’s not every day I get to run into just any delinquent. You’re a special one.” He crouched in front of the kid and gave him a warm smile, a very unlikely smile from someone Sportacus did try to rob from. “I-.”

“Let’s keep in touch, kid."  Ithro placed Sportacus’s blue hat back on top of his curly head and he was off. 

Sportacus got back to the nest, and suffered a pretty bad beating from the heads. He was mad at Ithro and amazed at him. It frustrated him to no end. It wasn’t like Sportacus began to stalk the guy, which he unintentionally did, the man hung around the playgrounds lake every morning at sunrise for his morning exercises. That’s where Sportacus found him many times.

He had walked towards Ithro, coming up beside him as he fed ducks some uncooked oats. Ithro offered the paper bag to him. "It’s better for their digestive systems.” He added. Sportacus took a handful, flicking the grain to the quacking animals. They swarmed in front of them, nipping the grass for the oatmeal.

 "Sportacus.“

"Bless You.” Ithro added. 

“No. I mean,” he held out his hand to the older man. “My name is Sportacus."  

Ithro nodded, "it’s nice to formally meet you, Sportacus.” And he returned the handshake. “Tell me Sportacus, how did you end up on the streets?” He set the bag down on the bench behind them, offering a seat to him. “You have the time?” Sportacus pushed. “I have all day, it is Sunday after all.” Sportacus had never told anyone, who had cared, about his not so distant past. Though today they only spent chatting about the basics. Yes, the entirety of the day.

That’s where they spent a majority of Sunday’s, just hanging around and showing off to each other. Turns out Sportacus was a very skilled child.

 "And you’re self-taught?“ Sportacus proudly nodded. "Since I could walk." 

"Amazing, but you could use some polishing. I will take it upon myself to show you everything I know, if you agree of course.”

“You mean you can help me turn my double-cart wheel into a quadruple!”

“I’ll help you get it to an octuple.” Ithro added. Sportacus grinned ear to ear as they continued their afternoon stroll.

Note: I plan an posting the rest later!

[biofunmy]

Rory McIlroy Off to Nightmare Start in British Open

They say you can’t win a major on the first day, but you can lose it. Among those who lost the British Open quickly this year was the pretournament favorite, Rory McIlroy, who fired a quadruple-bogey on the first hole on Thursday and finished the day at eight over par.

McIlroy was perhaps the most watched golfer in the days leading up to the event, both for being one of the best in the world, but also because he is from Northern Ireland and grew up playing at Portrush. He broke the course record there at age 16. There would be no new course record from him on Thursday.

McIlroy’s first tee shot at his home Open went out of bounds, striking a fan and cracking the screen of her cellphone.

His next tee shot hit the deep rough, and he found tangled, unplayable greenside rough on his approach shot, leading him to take a drop.

Once he found the green in six, he did manage to get it in the hole in two putts.

“I hit my first shot out of bounds yesterday but it went right so that might have been in my head a little bit,” he said on the BBC. “I turned the ball over a little too much. It was a poor tee shot but not that bad it deserved to go out of bounds.”

McIlroy had more trouble on the 16th, missing a six-footer for par, and then a one-footer for bogey. David Leadbetter, the well known coach, called it a “real junior golfer type of mental mistake” on the BBC.

For good measure, McIlroy triple-bogeyed the 18th, and finished the day with a 79, his hopes for a title squashed.

There were no tournament-winning expectations on David Duval, the 2001 British Open champ. That Open was the last of his 13 wins on Tour.

But he started this year’s Open with two birdies, so he may well have looked forward to a good day on the course. It didn’t turn out that way.

Duval’s woes started with a quadruple-bogey on the fifth, throwing away his early gains. Incredibly, that wasn’t his worst hole of the day.

On No. 7, Duval shot an octuple-bogey 13. The score came in part because he hit the wrong ball.

The seventh hole is a 590-yard giant, one of two new holes added to the course for this event. Duval’s tee shot on the hole was feared lost, so he hit a provisional, and then another. Then once he actually got going on the hole, he mistakenly played the wrong provisional ball. That is a two-shot penalty. He then had to start the hole over, and that didn’t go a lot better.

The octuple bogey on the par-5 hole was initially feared worse, as the scoreboard operator, perhaps overwhelmed by the big number, initially posted a decuple-bogey 15.

Duval’s 13 is the third highest score in the British Open’s storied history, Golf Week reported. Worse still was a 15 by Herman Tissie in 1950 and a 14 by a certain “D. Murdoch” in 1925. Duval also had a triple-bogey on 17 and finished the day with a 90, 19 over par.

Despite not making a cut on the PGA Tour since 2015, Duval, 47, qualified for the Open as a former champion. That exemption will remain in place until he is 60.

Phil Mickelson also struggled, shooting a five-over 76.

Not every hole was terrible for every golfer Thursday. Emiliano Grillo of Argentina aced the 13th, the first hole-in-one at the British Open since 2016.

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[reneeacaseyfl]

Rory McIlroy Off to Nightmare Start in British Open

They say you can’t win a major on the first day, but you can lose it. Among those in extreme danger of losing the British Open quickly this year was the pretournament favorite, Rory McIlroy, who fired a quadruple-bogey on the first hole on Thursday.

McIlroy was perhaps the most watched golfer in the days leading up to the event, both for being one of the best in the world, but also because he is from Northern Ireland and grew up playing at Portrush. He broke the course record there at age 16. There would be no new course record from him on Thursday.

McIlroy’s first tee shot at his home Open went out of bounds, striking a fan and cracking the screen of her cellphone.

His next tee shot hit the deep rough, and he found tangled, unplayable greenside rough on his approach shot, leading him to take a drop.

Once he found the green in six, he did manage to get it in the hole in two putts.

McIlroy had more trouble on the 16th, missing a six-footer for par, and then a one-footer for bogey. David Leadbetter, the well known coach, called it a “real junior golfer type of mental mistake” on the BBC.

There were no tournament-winning expectations on David Duval, the 2001 British Open champ. That Open was the last of his 13 wins on Tour.

But he started this year’s Open with two birdies, so he may well have looked forward to a good day on the course. It didn’t turn out that way.

Duval’s woes started with a quadruple-bogey on the fifth, throwing away his early gains. Incredibly, that wasn’t his worst hole of the day.

On No. 7, Duval shot an octuple-bogey 13. The score came in part because he hit the wrong ball.

The seventh hole is a 590-yard giant, one of two new holes added to the course for this event. Duval’s tee shot on the hole was feared lost, so he hit a provisional, and then another. Then once he actually got going on the hole, he mistakenly played the wrong provisional ball. That is a two-shot penalty. He then had to start the hole over, and that didn’t go a lot better.

The octuple bogey on the par-5 hole was initially feared worse, as the scoreboard operator, perhaps overwhelmed by the big number, initially posted a decuple-bogey 15.

Duval’s 13 is the third highest score in the British Open’s storied history, Golf Week reported. Worse still was a 15 by Herman Tissie in 1950 and a 14 by a certain “D. Murdoch” in 1925. Duval also had a triple-bogey on 17 and finished the day at 19 over.

Despite not making a cut on the PGA Tour since 2015, Duval, 47, qualified for the Open as a former champion. That exemption will remain in place until he is 60.

Phil Mickelson also struggled, shooting a five-over 76.

Not every hole was terrible for every golfer Thursday. Emiliano Grillo of Argentina aced the 13th, the first hole-in-one at the British Open since 2016.

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Rory McIlroy Off to Nightmare Start in British Open

They say you can’t win a major on the first day, but you can lose it. Among those in extreme danger of losing the British Open quickly this year was the pretournament favorite, Rory McIlroy, who fired a quadruple-bogey on the first hole on Thursday.

McIlroy was perhaps the most watched golfer in the days leading up to the event, both for being one of the best in the world, but also because he is from Northern Ireland and grew up playing at Portrush. He broke the course record there at age 16. There would be no new course record from him on Thursday.

McIlroy’s first tee shot at his home Open went out of bounds, striking a fan and cracking the screen of her cellphone.

His next tee shot hit the deep rough, and he found tangled, unplayable greenside rough on his approach shot, leading him to take a drop.

Once he found the green in six, he did manage to get it in the hole in two putts.

McIlroy had more trouble on the 16th, missing a six-footer for par, and then a one-footer for bogey. David Leadbetter, the well known coach, called it a “real junior golfer type of mental mistake” on the BBC.

There were no tournament-winning expectations on David Duval, the 2001 British Open champ. That Open was the last of his 13 wins on Tour.

But he started this year’s Open with two birdies, so he may well have looked forward to a good day on the course. It didn’t turn out that way.

Duval’s woes started with a quadruple-bogey on the fifth, throwing away his early gains. Incredibly, that wasn’t his worst hole of the day.

On No. 7, Duval shot an octuple-bogey 13. The score came in part because he hit the wrong ball.

The seventh hole is a 590-yard giant, one of two new holes added to the course for this event. Duval’s tee shot on the hole was feared lost, so he hit a provisional, and then another. Then once he actually got going on the hole, he mistakenly played the wrong provisional ball. That is a two-shot penalty. He then had to start the hole over, and that didn’t go a lot better.

The octuple bogey on the par-5 hole was initially feared worse, as the scoreboard operator, perhaps overwhelmed by the big number, initially posted a decuple-bogey 15.

Duval’s 13 is the third highest score in the British Open’s storied history, Golf Week reported. Worse still was a 15 by Herman Tissie in 1950 and a 14 by a certain “D. Murdoch” in 1925. Duval also had a triple-bogey on 17 and finished the day at 19 over.

Despite not making a cut on the PGA Tour since 2015, Duval, 47, qualified for the Open as a former champion. That exemption will remain in place until he is 60.

Phil Mickelson also struggled, shooting a five-over 76.

Not every hole was terrible for every golfer Thursday. Emiliano Grillo of Argentina aced the 13th, the first hole-in-one at the British Open since 2016.

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Rory McIlroy Off to Nightmare Start in British Open

They say you can’t win a major on the first day, but you can lose it. Among those in extreme danger of losing the British Open quickly this year was the pretournament favorite, Rory McIlroy, who fired a quadruple-bogey on the first hole on Thursday.

McIlroy was perhaps the most watched golfer in the days leading up to the event, both for being one of the best in the world, but also because he is from Northern Ireland and grew up playing at Portrush. He broke the course record there at age 16. There would be no new course record from him on Thursday.

McIlroy’s first tee shot at his home Open went out of bounds, striking a fan and cracking the screen of her cellphone.

His next tee shot hit the deep rough, and he found tangled, unplayable greenside rough on his approach shot, leading him to take a drop.

Once he found the green in six, he did manage to get it in the hole in two putts.

McIlroy had more trouble on the 16th, missing a six-footer for par, and then a one-footer for bogey. David Leadbetter, the well known coach, called it a “real junior golfer type of mental mistake” on the BBC.

There were no tournament-winning expectations on David Duval, the 2001 British Open champ. That Open was the last of his 13 wins on Tour.

But he started this year’s Open with two birdies, so he may well have looked forward to a good day on the course. It didn’t turn out that way.

Duval’s woes started with a quadruple-bogey on the fifth, throwing away his early gains. Incredibly, that wasn’t his worst hole of the day.

On No. 7, Duval shot an octuple-bogey 13. The score came in part because he hit the wrong ball.

The seventh hole is a 590-yard giant, one of two new holes added to the course for this event. Duval’s tee shot on the hole was feared lost, so he hit a provisional, and then another. Then once he actually got going on the hole, he mistakenly played the wrong provisional ball. That is a two-shot penalty. He then had to start the hole over, and that didn’t go a lot better.

The octuple bogey on the par-5 hole was initially feared worse, as the scoreboard operator, perhaps overwhelmed by the big number, initially posted a decuple-bogey 15.

Duval’s 13 is the third highest score in the British Open’s storied history, Golf Week reported. Worse still was a 15 by Herman Tissie in 1950 and a 14 by a certain “D. Murdoch” in 1925. Duval also had a triple-bogey on 17 and finished the day at 19 over.

Despite not making a cut on the PGA Tour since 2015, Duval, 47, qualified for the Open as a former champion. That exemption will remain in place until he is 60.

Phil Mickelson also struggled, shooting a five-over 76.

Not every hole was terrible for every golfer Thursday. Emiliano Grillo of Argentina aced the 13th, the first hole-in-one at the British Open since 2016.

Credit: Source link

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Ghost Chess

Siavyn had a ghost.

Well, not exactly a ghost, as he was reasonably sure she wasn’t dead, but she was certainly difficult to track down, which was frankly strangeconsidering the amount of magic ha had to throw at any given problem.

And yet.

He had a chess set that lived on the coffee table he never used, surrounded by chairs for friends he didn’t have. Shiriki liked to drape himself in them occasionally. He sometimes could be talked into playing a game or two if Siavyn was having a particularly difficult night and needed something to focus on. The Coyote didn’t particularly enjoy chess, though, so those games were few and far between.

So the chess set usually went undisturbed, save only for the way that Shiriki always left one pawn stepped forward before his king, his favorite opening move ever since Siavyn taught him to play in the first place. Siavyn usually left the pawn where it was, if only because Shiriki would only replace it if he tried to reset the board.

So when Siavyn came back from yet another long meeting with his newest collection of refugees, a group of spirits from the lesser Harvest Domains, he was surprised to see that a black pawn had been moved to match the ever-present white one.

Someone had been in his room. Someone who chose, very deliberately, not to hide it.

Siavyn immediately thought of the two women who were, despite his best efforts and Shiriki’s angry dedication, still somewhere in his castle. Finding them had thus far been utterly ineffectual, and he hadn’t decided if they were a problem or not. They hadn’t tried to cause any harm, which meant they probably weren’t spies from Conciliam, but he still didn’t have a good answer for what they were.

In fact, aside from Shiriki’s one encounter in the library, nobody had even seen them.

And now one of them had invited him to a game of chess.

There was a lot to be learned about an opponent by how they played, so Siavyn waited until he could feel the weight of invisible eyes on him, and moved a knight out to back up his white pawn.

After that, the game was on. On and on they played, over the course of eight days. It was a slow game, of course. His ghost never made a move when Siavyn was in the room, but sometimes she was daring enough to get in and out in the time it took him to use the bathroom.

Two days and six moves in, the notes started appearing.

“We’re not here to hurt you,” the first one said in scribbly, hastily-written black ink on an alarmingly green post-it note. Siavyn didn’t have any post-its, particularly not in that shade, so she had to have brought it with her.

He, of course, tried to use it as a magical focus to find the two women, but it was like the little bit of paper had been wiped absolutely clean of any trace of magic. It was a professional job, he had to admit. He had the power to do the same, but the skill spoke of a mastermage. Likely, the woman Shiriki met in the library.

“You should move your desk, or bullet-proof your big window,” the next note, just as offensively green, said. The writing was the same, and it too was utterly clean of any trackable trace. “There’s a perfect line-of-fire from the top of the second-tallest tower for anyone with a half-decent scope.”

A laser-pointer dot had appeared on the note as he read it, which did rather make the ghost’s point inescapably clear. He tried to see whoever had the laser-pointer, but it was gone as soon as he started to turn.

He moved his desk. The light wasn’t as good, but it came with a much-lowered chance of one of Conciliam’s assassins shooting at him. Guns weren’t common in the Realm of Gods, but they weren’t unheard-of.

It did, however, convince him that the woman meant her first note. If she meant harm, she wouldn’t be worrying about him getting shot.

“You’ve gotten six hours of sleep in four days,” the third letter said. It had appeared with another one of those almost-impossible chess-moves. Siavyn had been out of the room for less than two minutes, but somehow, his ghost had gotten in, made her move, and gotten out again, all without leaving a single trace of herself beyond her move, and the green post-it. “Go to bed, or I’m drugging you.”

Siavyn chuckled, put the note with the other two, got another mug of strong tea, and didn’t go to bed.

He woke up fourteen hours later, in his bed, with a green post-it on the pillow by his head marked by a very malicious-looking smiley-face.

“She drugged you?” Shiriki demanded when Siavyn told him what had happened, more bemused than anything else. It didn’t escape his notice that the drugging could have very easily been a poisoning instead, but after the laser-pointer incident, he rather doubted that his ghost was inclined towards his death. “I told you they were still here! I said! I been tryin’ to track them all this time an’ you’ve been playin’ chess!”

“It was a very friendly sort of drugging,” Siavyn pointed out as he considered the chess board. It was his move. His ghost was an interesting player who leaned heavily on her bishops and her queen for long attacks from across the board. She also didn’t hesitate to sacrifice her pieces, but she made him pay dearly for each one. “I’m reasonably sure I fell asleep at my desk, but I woke in bed. She even took my boots off. And nobody plays chess with me anymore. Well, nobody but you.”

Shiriki looked torn between outrage and incredulity. To be fair, Siavyn couldn’t blame him. Shiriki had been chasing the two women for almost a month. His nose was hard to evade, but it wasn’t easy when they were in the vents, which spread their scent all over the castle. Siavyn had expanded the castle and added spell-grids to try and catch them, but so far, his new traps remained empty.

After some deliberation, he moved a rook into place, and nodded to himself. His own tactics tended to rely on long, careful traps set up over the course of the game. So far, it was holding up.

“I wouldn’t mind knowing their names,” he said once he was done with the chessboard. He was still a little fuzzy from sleeping so long, but otherwise seemed to be fine. “It’s relatively clear that they aren't trying to cause problems. If they were, they certainly could have after all this time.”

“No, I know that,” Shiriki admitted and flung himself into one of the chairs like the put-upon drama queen he was. He fiddled with the heavy turquoise bracelet around one of his wrists. “Not a trace of scent in here if you’re wondering. I checked twice. They know about my nose. The only time I scent either of them is when it’s through the air or in th’ library.”

“They’re watching us. I sense it once in a while, but I rather suspect that nothing short of actually reshaping the castle around them will catch them at it.” He hadn’t decided if it was worth that much trouble. If they seemed hostile, maybe, but for now, he was curious. “And I’m not confident in that.”

“You think they’re spies after all?” Shiriki was justifiably cautious of spies. Conciliam would give almost anything to get a spy into Derelinquere long enough to breach the walls. Interestingly, Siavyn didn’t think that was the goal of either of their ghosts. “Could be a problem.”

“I think perhaps it’s time for a discussion,” Siavyn murmured to himself and considered the chess board again. “Go get some sleep, Trickster. I have a letter to write.”

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Of Other Worlds:

Stara and Eislynn are sisters sworn to the service and protection of the Multiverse. Now if only it would tell them what exactly it wanted them to do.

Between Lives

Fortress of Sand

Revelare

Octuple Negative

Tequila Trickster

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NFL Panic Index 2017, Week 6: Which of last year's division winners will miss the playoffs?

Five weeks into the season, and the division standings already look out of order. But who’s really in trouble?

Through five weeks of the season, there’s not much clarity in the NFL’s eight divisional races. Frankly, it would be weird if any team had a huge lead this early. Maybe that will start to change once season two of Stranger Things finally blesses our Netflix queue. But for now, almost every division is in a gridlock at the top.

Only two defending division champs have any sort of lead: the Kansas City Chiefs and the Green Bay Packers. The Chiefs, the NFL’s only unbeaten team, are 1.5 games up on the Broncos, but the AFC West rivals still have to play each other twice. Same for the Packers with the Lions and Vikings, who both trail the NFC North leaders by just a game.

So yeah, there’s lot of the football left to play. But we’re still going to check in with each division, and figure out which of last year’s champions should be worried about the way things stand this season.

AFC East: The Patriots are in a three-way tie with the Bills and Jets

One of the earliest surprises of this season is just how vulnerable the Patriots look — and how competent the Bills and Jets have been (relatively speaking). All three teams are sitting at 3-2 right now. The Patriots haven’t looked like their usual dominant selves, squeaking by in two of those wins while their defense tries to fix its early-season problems.

The Bills have been even more unpredictable, following up two big-time wins over the Broncos and Falcons with a loss to the Bengals. Tyrod Taylor’s targets also look like this list of vaguely familiar “didn’t he play in college at ... I wanna say Syracuse? Northern Illinois?” names:

Currently healthy Bills WRs/TEs: * Zay Jones * Andre Holmes * Brandon Tate * Kaelin Clay * Nick O'Leary * Logan Thomas * Khari Lee

— Field Yates (@FieldYates) October 9, 2017

The Jets have won three in a row, which is more than some thought they’d get all season with Josh McCown (who was their best option on the roster) under center:

#Jets McCown has won 3 straight for the first time in his 15-year career

— Mary Kay Cabot (@MaryKayCabot) October 8, 2017

The Patriots aren’t just the defending AFC East champs. They’re the octuple defending AFC East champs. They set an NFL record with their eighth straight division title last season, so really, their own record is all that’s on the line. Well, that and the shame of losing the crown to a rebuilding team (or the Jay Cutler Experiment).

Panic index: Lol. The Patriots are trying to lull us into a false sense of security. The Super Bowl wasn’t even a pregnancy-long ago. We would never, ever, ever, ever count out Touchdown Tom (or Bill Belichick). The Patriots, even with their flaws, have got this, y’all.

AFC West: Can any team catch the Chiefs?

The Chiefs are the league’s most well-rounded team, looking strong in each of the three phases. But the Broncos have that absurd defense.

The offense is still a wild card with the Broncos. However, it would be irresponsible to count them out just yet. Trevor Siemian has shown flashes that he can be more than just enough to the Broncos back to the playoffs. If he can somehow maintain that, Denver is a big problem for Kansas City.

As far as the Raiders, they they have some serious ground to make up after a 2-3 start to the season. There’s no reason they still can’t make the postseason, but catching the Chiefs seems like a tall task.

They’re making every move they have to, with Derek Carr expected to come back from his back injury in Week 6 against the Chargers — who should just be playing for a draft pick at this point.

Panic index: Second place (and maybe even third place) can still get a wild card spot!

AFC North: Will the Steelers stumble to another title?

Nothing about the Steelers looks remotely successful right now. They’ve lost games to the Bears and the Jaguars in the last three weeks. Ben Roethlisberger sounded like a man who wished he had gone ahead and retired after his five-interception performance against Jacksonville. He waved those comments off a couple days later, but it’s clear that all is not well inside the locker room.

Yet, there are the Steelers, 3-2, perched on top of the division standings by virtue of wins over the Browns and Ravens.

It’s hard to think that the Steelers won’t get better. We saw them hit a four-game skid in the middle of the season last year, and come back for an 11-5 finish to win the division. The defense is looking really good, so it’s just a matter of getting the ball into the hands of their offensive playmakers and not the other team’s defensive backs.

They’ll have to get better soon too, with road games against the Chiefs and Lions before the end of the month and dates with the Packers, Patriots and Texans after that.

Jaguars defensive lineman Malik Jackson seems to think Roethlisberger and the Steelers will get better. “To me, he’s an elite quarterback, and they’ve got a really good team. Hope nobody sleeps on the Pittsburgh Steelers.”

Panic index: The Ravens are also 3-2, but nowhere near as talented. But if the Steelers can’t find a way to fix what’s ailing their offense, this might come down to the wire, or at least whoever can beat up on the rest of the division.

AFC South: The Texans are still in it, but winning the crown won’t be easy

The back-to-back AFC South champs actually have to face a division that doesn’t have a doormat this time around. The Jaguars lead the group at 3-2, but are incredibly inconsistent, and both the Colts and Titans are dealing with quarterback injuries that have led to 2-3 starts.

At 2-3, Houston is right on the doorstep and Deshaun Watson is probably the best of the four quarterbacks currently starting in the division with Andrew Luck and Marcus Mariota sidelined.

But season-ending injuries for J.J. Watt and Whitney Mercilus won’t be easy to overcome either.

Panic index: Losing two dominant defensive players is sad, but the Texans are still just fine. There’s a lot of season left to play.

NFC East: Sorry Cowboys, the Eagles may not collapse this season

Philadelphia got off to a 3-1 start in 2016 before grinding to a 7-9 finish as teams gradually adjusted to the play of then-rookie QB Carson Wentz. On Sunday, Wentz showed off his development by setting career highs in passing touchdowns (four) and passer rating (128.3) against a middling Cardinals defense. That’s great news for the 4-1 Eagles — and troublesome for the rest of the NFC East.

The Cowboys look vulnerable after losing to the Rams and Packers in their 2-2 start, albeit in close games that featured correctable mistakes — namely giving Aaron Rodgers the ball with 73 seconds left on the clock. Dallas is one loss away from matching 2016’s total, and tailback Ezekiel Elliott is averaging nearly 1.5 fewer yards per carry than he did as a rookie.

Washington has emerged from a brutal early schedule to survive at 2-2 (thanks in part to Derek Carr’s broken back). Kirk Cousins is on pace to have the most efficient season of his career, but the team has already lost once to the Eagles and will have to go an extended stretch without top cornerback Josh Norman (rib injury). The Giants, 0-5 and now without Odell Beckham Jr., need a miracle to be anything more than fertilizer for the franchise’s 2018 edition.

That leaves the Eagles as early, tentative favorites -- which would make it 13 straight seasons in the NFC East without a repeat champion.

Panic index: It’s early in Philadelphia, and the Eagles are still starting a second-year quarterback. Teams that did that in 2016 (Titans, Buccaneers) each fell just short of the playoffs, so ...

NFC West: Here come the Seahawks ... like always

There’s a long list of reasons for the Rams to be happy with their start to the season, and for the Seahawks to be concerned. But after five weeks, both teams are 3-2 and Seattle has a head-to-head win over Los Angeles.

The Seahawks started 2016 with a 4-2-1 record and couldn’t protect Russell Wilson at all, and started 2015 at 2-4. So trying to win a division title after a 3-2 start is nothing new.

But the Rams have reason to be optimistic too. Yeah, a 16-10 loss to the Seahawks was disappointing, but they definitely weren’t outclassed. If it wasn’t for one drop by a rookie in the final seconds, the Rams could’ve came away with the win and a two-game lead in the NFC West.

the Rams really were a Cooper Kupp catch from being 4-1

— Harry Lyles Jr. (@harrylylesjr) October 9, 2017

The Seahawks seem to always start slow and then catch stride later in the year. But the Rams don’t look like a team that plans on giving them much breathing room.

Panic index: The NFC West is Seattle’s until another team rips it away. There’s very little reason for the Seahawks to be too worried about the division outlook right now.

NFC North: The Packers have better competition this year

It’s hard to look at what the Packers have done this season — especially last week against the Cowboys — and not pick them to win the division.

Aaron Rodgers did what Aaron Rodgers does, and that’s break the heart of millions of Cowboys fans across the country. They call AT&T Stadium Jerry World, but it’s Rodgers’ Universe. He’s playing some of his best football, and the Packers have proven time and again that they can play with the best in the NFL.

But you can’t count out the Lions. They’ve played some great football this season. Their two losses have come in close games against the Falcons and Panthers. Matthew Stafford is living up to his contract, and Golden Tate is having a solid season with 267 receiving yards and a touchdown.

The Vikings are also hanging around, thanks to a fearsome defense.

Panic index: The Lions have a shot, but the Vikings are too unstable at quarterback. The only concern is if the Lions — particularly Stafford — can stay healthy and maintain. Of course, the Packers too have had their own injury problems. But in Aaron Rodgers we trust.

NFC South: The Panthers have rebounded, but the Falcons won’t give it up without a fight

The Panthers have gotten over the proverbial Super Bowl hangover that plagued them throughout their 6-10 2016 season. Carolina is 4-1 and sitting on top of the division once again, and all but one of those wins is over a team that’s over .500. The Panthers are playing good football right now, and Cam Newton is coming off one of the best games of his career.

However, the Falcons are more recently coming off of a Super Bowl, and so far, have shown no signs of a hangover. Even in their one loss, they still almost managed to beat the Bills in Week 4, despite injuries to Courtney Upshaw, Vic Beasley, Julio Jones, and Mohamed Sanu.

The NFC South is always up for grabs year in and year out, but if the Panthers and Falcons keep going at this rate, the race is going to be as entertaining as it’s ever been. There’s only been one repeat winner of the division, and that’s when Carolina won it in three consecutive seasons from 2013-2015.

Atlanta is trying to become the second.

Panic index: At this rate, both are making the postseason — so the big question is which one will be a wild card. Unless the Falcons have trouble getting healthy, the race should come down to the wire. That’s of course, assuming the Panthers don’t run into their own speed bumps.

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Read this! A really sweet take on a soulmate au I haven’t seen before and also “Octuple Trouble��. That’s all you need to know.

Guys I just wrote my first fic.

I mean, I’ve written fics before, but never finished them. But I was struck by inspiration and I’ve been trying harder to write while the muse is there because you never know when she’ll leave and not come back. I’m so excited to share this with you.

You can read it on AO3 here (2479 words btw) or read it below. I’d love it if you checked it out :)

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It was safe to say that Luke’s mind was near constantly full to the brim with music. As a songwriter, it was one of his favorite parts of himself. He had notebooks galore, all chock-full of half-written verses and melodies he hummed once in the shower and chord progressions he’d heard in a dream.

Usually, once he freed them from his mind via his pen, they were gone, saved in ink on the page. He would come back to them, to draw inspiration, to weave pieces together, to fashion them into full-fledged songs eventually.

There was always the one song that stuck around, though. It would never leave him, no matter how hard he tried.

He would hear pieces bouncing around between his ears. Sometimes it was a drum beat. Sometimes he heard snippets of words. Sometimes it was two voices, his and another always unrecognizable one, blending more beautifully than he would’ve thought possible as their two sounds danced together.

The Song had always been there, since before Luke could remember. At first there wasn’t much, just three notes that repeated over and over. One day, five more came to accompany them. As he had grown older, he’d learned what The Song meant.

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