#sing for hope pianos

[gifs-of-puppets]

The Muppet Movie (1979)

#the muppet movie #kermit the frog #kermit #rowlf the dog #rowlf #singing #piano #sing along #i hope that something better comes along #the muppets #muppet #muppets #jim henson #gif #muppet gif #muppets gif #gifs of puppets

[swordheld]

hi! your blog is one of my favourites and i absolutely adore reading your thoughts. my grandfather recently passed away and it feels like i lost myself with him. how do i continue living after this? there is this constant weight on my chest and it feels like an emptiness has made a home inside of me. how do i go on when it feels like the world crashed on my shoulders?

hello, love! this is so very sweet and kind of you, and i hope you're treating yourself gently and kindly right now - there aren't words for a loss like this. that heaviness is difficult, and hard, and painful. it's okay if things don't feel okay, right now, or even soon - i think that's something that a lot of the people i know that have gone through similar grief feel: like they should be able to get back to a relative 'normal' in a [insert far too short period of time].

but it's okay if it hurts. that's where i'd like to start. you're allowed to feel that emptiness, that world-crashed feeling that goes beyond words, beyond time. don't feel like you have to rush this to feel some sort of better. things get easier with time, i promise you this, but sometimes painful feelings are important to feel, too. cry, scream, feel your emotions. they're a part of you. grieve.

it's perhaps a little silly, but when i think about death i always think about a couple of space songs: mainly drops of jupiter by train and saturn by sleeping at last. there are perhaps others that speak to the emotions better, but these two have always hit something a little deeper for me, and are popular for a wide-reaching reason.

and while personally i don't know much about grief like this, i do know a lot about love; and i think they're a lot of the same thing.

the people we love are a part of us, and this is why it takes from us so deeply when we lose them, because it does feel like we've lost a part of ourselves in the wake of it. but it's because they were so central to our experiences of living - our lives, that the separation introduces a hollowness - a place where they used to be. a home that now goes unlived in.

an emptiness, like you said.

but just because they're not here physically, doesn't mean he's not still there, in your heart, in your life, your memory. you can hold him close in smaller ways, as well: steal a sweater, or cologne/scent for something a little more physical and long lasting for remembering. hold onto the memories you cherish, the things that made you laugh, the ease of slow mornings and gentle nights. write them all down, slide a few photographs in there, go through it and add more when you miss him. keep them all close, keep them in your heart.

you're not alone, in this. he's still there, with you, it's just - in the little things.

he's with you in the way you see and go about your daily life, in doing what he liked to do, in the ways he interacted with the world that you shared with him. the memories you recall fondly when the night is late or the moment is right and something calls it into you like a melody, an old bell, laughter you'd recognize anywhere.

but i think, perhaps most importantly above all others - talk about him. with your family, your friends, his friends, strangers; stories are how we keep the people we love alive. the connections they've made, the legacies and experiences they've left behind, and so, so many stories.

how lucky, we are - to love so much it takes a piece of us when they go. grief is the other side of the coin, but it does not mean our love goes away. it lives in you. it lives in everyone who knew him, in the smallest pieces of our lives.

the people we love never really leave us, like this: they're in how we cook and the way we fold our newspapers, our laundry, in the radio stations we tune in to and the way we decorate our walls, our photo albums. they're in the way we store our mail, organize our closets, the scribbled notes in the indexes of our books. the meals we love and the drinks we mix, the way we spend time with one another. they've been passed down for generations, for longer than history - and we are all the luckier for it.

think about what you shared with him, and do it intentionally. bring him into your life, like this, again. whether it's crosswords or poetry or sports or anything else. if one doesn't help, try another. something might click.

i hope things feel a little easier for you, as they tend to do only with time. i hope you find joy in your grief, even if it is small and hard to grasp at first. know that your hurt stems from so much love that there isn't a place to put it properly, and that it is something so meaningful and hurting poets and storytellers have been struggling to put it into words and sounds that feel like the fit right for eons, and that it is also just simply yours. sometimes things don't have to make sense. sometimes they just are - unable to be put into words or neat little sentiments, as unfair and tragic as they come.

but i promise it will not feel like this forever. your love is real. and perhaps, on where to begin on from here - i think it's less on finding where to begin and just beginning. and you've already started. you've taken the most important and crucial step: the first one. wherever you go, after that, from here? you'll figure it out. you always have, and you always do. it'll come, as things always do. love leads us, as does light - and you're never alone in your hurt. in your grief, your missing something dear to you. i think if you talk about it with others, you'll find they have ways of helping you cope as well - and they have so much love of their own to spare, too.

as an aside, here is the song (northern star by dom fera) i was listening to when i wrote this, for no other reason more than it makes me think of connections, and love, and how we hold onto the people we love and how they change us, wonderfully and intrinsically. it's a little more joyous than the others i've mentioned, and plays like a story, and it made me think of what is at the core of this, love and stories and i am here with you, and maybe it'll bring you some joy, if you'd like it. wishing you all my love and ease 💛

#q&a. #birdsong. #wishing u gentle ease; the death of a loved one is near inexplicable to put into words and i hope you take care of yourself gently <3 #i hope this will make u laugh: when i was a tiny child in middle school there were times i would go outside in my tiny suburban cul de sac- #in the rain and sing along to my lil ipod nano and i only remember doing this to drops of jupiter. can you imagine going out to get the mai #after a long day of work and you just hear this kid singing train in the streets. in the RAIN.... it makes me laugh like i really. #i really thought i was so cool and deep and emotional ghjkd but i find it v funny that i only remember it w/ that one train track. #and saturn just. it's my fav s.a.l. song for a reason. that slow violin opening? the piano coming in gentle and easy? #it feels like light. like hope. like something new - a dawn after the long dark. that beautiful things can begin again even where #it hurts. and there is nothing more human than a sentiment like that. #how rare and beautiful it is to truly exist. what it is to be alive and get to be here and live with other people. with those we love. #i think your grandfather was so lucky to be able to know you. to have you in his life for the time you had together. #i'm no spiritual person; but i like to believe when you're thinking about him? he's thinking about you too. #the second law of thermodynamics (physics nerd mode) is that no energy has ever been created/destroyed since the beginning of the universe. #so it has to go somewhere - it's that carl sagan quote of 'we're all made of stardust'. because we are. we used to be stars; planets; etc. #i think it's why i think of these space songs - because they're a part of everything; once more; when they go. us and everything else.

[ato-dato]

Hey, just wanted to know your brain rot caused me to buy Disco Elysium, this is on you, man /pos

Words can't describe how awfully sorry I am

#I hope your enjoying it though!!!!!! #My obsession has been 50/50 unbridled joy and early sings of hysteria #I love them but I also NEED to crush them with a big cartoon piano

[knightzp]

mayonaka no nocturne played on my playlist and now im thinking abt how we're eventually gonna get new knights solos and how its impossible that happyele makes a better solo for ritsu

#its just. too perfect for ritsu #the melody is slow and sweet like him and it also emphasizes ritsus beautiful voice to the max #and THE LYRICS #very very very ritsucore #(and very ritsumaocor-) *gets shot* #NO BUT REALLY #its literally ritsu yearning for a loved one he cant be with. aka mao bc hes always so busy and they cant spent a lot of time together #imagine ritsu singing this on the piano scene in band ensemble. and on the final scene with mao sleeping too #oughgggg #i hope ritsu gets a really good second solo but i dont think it will surpass mayonaka no nocturne for me #for the others on knights mmmmm #tsukasa and leos solos are also very on their characters so it will be hard to do better ones too #for izumi and arashis solos it will be easier i think. like i really like them but i feel its possible to make something even better #idk just my thoughts

[avallachs]

little known ophelia lore is that i was going to singing lessons from 2017-2020 but stopped due to pandemic financial strains. but i have been saving up and now i finally have enough to routinely spend on a lesson each week & i’m looking in to booking lessons again at my old studio >:3

#ophelia.txt #my coach was also helping me read sheet music because i'm hopeless + practise with my piano and i really hope she's still there #i miss it. i love music & singing sm and people tell me earnestly that i'm good so ?? why not go back !! #it will be nice to have more to do in the day while honing a skill i enjoy so much <3

[universestreasures]

Extension / Spinoff Of This Thread With @shacchou

🎶"Looking up at the sky with you, two bright shining stars call to us. Here we are, standing strong. Shining with our Buddy Lights..."🎶

The gentle and soothing singing voice of his friend was pleasant on the young boy's ears. Never in a million years did he think Tasuku had such a hidden talent, and yet here he is listening to him sing a song from the heart just to try and help him feel better. Then again, the Buddy Police Boy Wonder was good at a lot of things: Buddyfighting, school, investigating; just to name a few. So, him being good at yet another thing shouldn't be too surprising by this point to Mokuba.

He really was just like...Seto, wasn't he?

Drawing those comparisons between Tasuku and his brother was what the young boy had begun to do unconsciously since their initial meeting, but such things slowly became more and more common as he spent more time here. In fact, even now as he sits there listening to the other sing his tune, he can't help but visualize a younger Seto there soothing him instead, despite the fact Mokuba's never heard his brother ever sing before in his life.

Yes, the pre-teen seemed to embody the positive qualities that Mokuba associated with his elder brother from the past: warmth, gentleness, selflessness, compassion, happiness, protectiveness, honesty; all of those things he saw in Tasuku. Perhaps it was those qualities in him that had drawn the younger boy to seek out his help specifically during this time. After all, this entire situation came about because of his own feelings regarding the past, a past he can't seem to stop trying to chase despite promises of a prosperous future.

Such feelings did not change ever since being here. In truth, being around the blue-haired boy just made them stronger, the younger Kaiba feeling a semblance of what was lost the day he and his older brother were adopted. That just spoke though to a simple fact, a fact the boy knew deep down but did not want to admit to himself: that Mokuba had not yet fully accepted in his heart who his brother was today, in spite of their improved relations after Duelist Kingdom.

Mokuba wasn't so naive as to think that neither him or Seto wouldn't change over time. That would be nonsensical, especially considering the circumstances of their lives since becoming Kaiba's. No, what Mokuba couldn't seem to comprehend, and felt frustration and sadness towards, was why his brother was still...well...a stick in the mud, to put it nicely, long after their stepfather was gone.

From his viewpoint, that man was the sole reason for Seto's major shift in demeanor. So why did he have to keep acting so cold and grumpy now? Like he wasn't looking forward to the future he had been preparing for them all this time? The question went unanswered in his mind, no matter how much he tried to come up with an answer.

It had taken Mokuba some time to regain his own true smile after everything that's happened, no part in short thanks to Yugi's crew and his own he managed to make. He wants the same for his brother, to heal past the pain of Gozaboru's tryannny and be able to be as happy as he was prior to it. That selfless desire that seemed so far out of reach was a key part of why he was so hurt. He felt like his brother was just keeping himself miserable needlessly, overworking himself to death and isolating himself from and rejecting anyone who dare try to add some happiness into his life.

He just wanted his brother to be happy again like he was before, to play with games again truly for the fun of it and not in pursuit of revenge or victory. Was that so wrong to wish? To wish his brother could try to start to heal after the suffering they both went through, like Mokuba had?

Clearly, that sentiment was wrong. Otherwise, the elder Kaiba wouldn't have rejected his feelings that night so fiercely. In spite of his good intentions, Mokuba's feelings were burdening his brother, trying to drag him to a place he didn't want to go near for reasons not understood. It's something he's felt since a young age and seen time and time again to the point where he questions whether his inclusion in Seto's life was ever a good thing.

If Mokuba wasn't around, then his brother no doubt would have been adopted quickly and potentially not by a monster like Gozaboru.

If Mokuba wasn't around, his brother wouldn't have had to fight so hard to protect and care for him all the time, to secure a future for them both when securing one for a genius like him alone would have been easier.

If Mokuba wasn't around...perhaps he never would have lost his smile to begin with.

The very thought causes tears to come from his purple eyes, syncing up with the end of Tasuku's sweet song. His breaths came out shaky, unable to stop the floodgates from flowing. Without needing to think, his hands move to clasp the pair of lockets around his neck, as if he would die without doing so.

"Why...? Why?! Why am I such a burden?! Such a bad brother?!"

His voice echoed throughout the small apartment room, his voice portraying the inner pain he felt akin to being kicked in the gutts. Why did he have to follow Gao's advice? Why did he have to speak his mind and say such hurtful things? Why didn't he just let things be as they are despite wanting so much more, like he's done before? Why did he do something that would risk his staying in his brother's life?!

Perhaps taking that risk was why Seto had yet to contact him since he left. Because maybe he felt the same thing Mokuba was starting to think: that he didn't want him to come back. That way, his brother wouldn't have to entertain the younger boy's 'nonsense' anymore, and he could live his life without being reminded of the past he clearly was repulsed by.

Maybe...things were better off this way, after all...

"Mokie Mokuba."

The all-too-familiar voice reaches his ears, and an all-too-familiar touch can be felt on his shoulders. Mokuba opened his teary eyes slowly in response. In front of him, with his vision blurred by the water, he...saw him. He saw his brother, but not the one of the past, but of the present.

Did he come here to see him? Did he come here to take him home? Did he come here because...he still loved him?

"S...eto...?"

"You're not..."

"A burden or a bad brother." The illusion Mokuba's mind had created shattered with Tasuku's next words, as gentle as they were. The young Kaiba was now thrust again into reality, purple hues glancing up at his friend who had been the one speaking the whole time. Seems like his mind and heart were continuing to play tricks on him.

How cruel.

"Listen to me. You've done nothing wrong. It's your brother who has. Don't blame yourself for his mistakes." Mokuba is then pulled into the other's arms, him being comforted by Tasuku's warmth. "Never think you can't express how you're feeling or that it's wrong to feel how you do, no matter who tells you."

The embrace lasted as long as he needed to calm himself. After having cried himself to death, the older kid lets go, gently standing up from his position of sitting next to the boy in order to gently try and guide Mokuba to lie down once again. Once he is set, he watches Tasuku grab the blankets, scattered at the bottom of the bed, and attempts to tuck him back in, not realizing his method of tucking was not to Mokuba's preference (it was too tight). Still, the young Kaiba didn't voice anything to the contrary, for he had lost his voice from all that crying.

"Now, try to get some rest, okay? Gao is coming over tomorrow. He said he wants to have a game of Capsule Monsters with you. I'm sure you two will have a blast." Tasuku then moves to the door's exit, Mokuba glancing over at the soft smile he can see through the light coming from the rest of the apartment. "Sleep well, Mokuba. And if you need anything, don't hesitate to call me or Jack. We're here for you."

The door then closes, leaving Mokuba alone in the room whose only light source was a nightlight Tasuku had gotten for him. He reaches for his Blue-Eyes plush, hugging it tightly for support. It's then he reaches with one of his arms to open his own locket, staring at the picture of Seto inside intensely until he passes out from emotional and physical exhaustion.

#💎 Crystalized Hidden Gems (Drabble) #💎 Vice Treasure (Mokuba Kaiba) #💎 Wonder Treasure (Tasuku Ryuenji) #💎 President With A Blue-Eyed Lighting (Shacchou) #💎 Vice's Monochromic Alternate Path (Mokuba Manga Verse) #💎 Wonder's Game Of Life (Tasuku Yu-Gi-Oh! DM Verse) #tw long post #tw ptsd #(I told Ani a spin off drabble of Mokuba's POV during this angst fest was coming and here it is. ;;;;; #(mokuba's pain just hurts me so much like bby no you're not a burden and your brother loves you ;;;;; #(this takes place the night before gao's visit where he pitches that idea to tasuku further showing why tasuku was not about it #( i also wanted to have a specific thing for Tasuku to reference for the eventual interaction with Seto #(the song tasuku is singing here is actually the ED his va does sing in the show and is a song other chrs have sung IN universe too #(plus Soma Saitou has such a beautiful voice like omg ;;; #(I thought it was fitting and sweet to include it. tasuku doesnt like share his singing talent with others that much unless they are close #(more so because he figured he'd start getting people to want to turn him into an idol if it went public #(its something he learnt how to do from his mother much like seto with his piano playing from what Ani has told me which #(another thing these two have in common icb this LOL #(the song is linked on all the lyrics in the reply if anyone wants to listen to it! soma saitou tasukus va has such a wonderful voice ;;; #(but yeah i hope ani and anyone else who reads this enjoys it despite the angst! it's good to have mokubas headspace written out prior to #(his inveitable talk with seto #(providing context as to where he's at and such #(also getting to dive into mokubas sub concious projecting of seto onto tasuku that just really shows how he needs #(his brother rn despite tasukus best efforts to try and be that sort of figure for him rn

[dumgorl]

So I was rewatching a few scenes in Minions The Rise Of Gru and I saw this poster and I was like shouldn't there be a name somewhere or something. And then I thought, what if Dr Nefario put up that poster and can play the piano-

#dr nefario #young dr nefario #young nefario #minions 2 #minions the rise of gru #minions rise of gru #i hope he plays like johnny from sing lol #monkey playing piano meme #headcanon

[7000f1]

2. Do you drink tea or coffee? How do you take it? 5. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? (If so, can I see it? :0) 8. What's your favorite band/artist? 16. Do you want any tattoos? What of? 28. How are you, really? 38. Do you have any phobias? 43. Do you have any siblings? 44. Who was the last person you said "I love you" to? 50. You silly? (Just kidding lol, what did you study as a student?)

This ended becoming longer than I thought so I'll place a read more under lol

2. Do you drink tea of coffee? How do you take it

Both! For tea it depends on the kind, but if not drinking it as it is, I either add milk or honey (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

For coffee I tend to drink cappuccino, but I also enjoy café bombón (condensed milk + cinnamon) or cafe latte with baileys!

5. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?

I do!! And sure!!! The bigger one was gifted to me when I was born hehe ☺️

8. What's your favorite band/artist?

Ahaha... I wonder myself... I'm a big fan of Reol, but I also enjoy lynch. and QUEEN BEE a lot!!! And lately I've been listening to Rina Sawayama a lot 💃

16. Do you want any tattoos? What of?

50/50. I kinda want, kinda am too undecided to pick. At some point I wanted a tattoo of a treble clef under my right ear and a bass clef on my left but like made of flowers or something like that, but idk anymore haha. The fact that I would have to get them for life is what throws me a bit off

28. How are you, really?

_:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_

38. Do you have any phobias?

I'm afraid of heights... Justified cause I also have vertigo...

43. Do you have any siblings?

I have an older brother. The bestest I could have asked for in fact 😌

44. Who was the last person you said "I love you" to?

Uuuuuuuuh probably some friend or mutual? I don't really know who tho

50. ∠( ᐛ 」∠)_

idk what you mean by that cause uh, there's not much difference on what you study in school/highschool here in Spain?

I did pursue the science path and studied maths, bio, chem and physics until I got into University. Tried studying French as third language and failed miserably lol

While at it I was also studying music on a "professional level" (I guess you could say? Didn't finish it but I did study it for 8 years), my main instrument being flute and then piano as second _(:3 」∠)_

#xo-mochi #7000f1 answers #THAT WAS LONG OMG #also i read the 28th question as how old am i and i wrote 'enough to want to retire from work' LMAO then read it right #thank you for the ask!!!!! #i hope the last bit makes sense??? #it's hard for me to explain? we call it conservatorio and it has like 3 levels of uuuh grades? #first one being like the basic one; where you learn how to read music and start woth your main instrument and so #then comes professional level; where you learn music theory; polish your instrument and get introduced to piano (unless it was your main) #and last is like... master level? basically become a specialist in some area. people tend to go for their main instruments or for singing

[8rujaa]

i think i’m autistic… it has sent me into a major depressive episode not because I’m sad i might be, but because i’m sad that no one including myself realized… literally 100% of my being feels so validated when i realized it could be. i never even considered i could be autistic until i discovered what “masking” was. I’ve realized, everything I do is a mask, and the reason it’s difficult for me to live and coexist with my partners sometimes, even though i love them and wouldn’t want to be away from them, is because i’m masking 100% of the time trying not to seem cold or rude or unaffectionate bc i’m hyperaware of how i can come off…..

#all the sensory issues… the obsession with pink…. the obsession with routines…… the obsession with music and singing #all the little quirks i’ve been embarrassed about … #the reasons i can’t keep jobs….. #the reason why i was my happiest and most functional when i lived BY MYSELF and literally just painted or played piano for hours #like my bedrooms have always looked like sensory rooms. #i hate bright lights but i literally have like 10 different lamps in my room rn #the reason I hate going out and why i hate parties etc #the reason I can’t lie #the reason i wasn’t able to continue my education #like…. i’m understanding everything now #even the possibility of my mother also being autistic when i’ve always thought she was cold and obsessive and mentally ill #i see it in her too now #she’s put me through so much… and even if she is… the fact that she was abusive still stands… but i think finding out and getting assessed #i think it would help me forgive her… because i was such a. difficult child to raise. #i literally went missing and ran away so many times how did no one pick up on the fact that i might be austic #like these all seem like minimal reasons… but when i tell you that at my core i’ve always felt like an alien #i had a video come up on my feed a few months back about how it kind of shows up differently in women bc we have the ability to mask #and i was like hm that’s interesting but scrolled past #and the more i looked up things like ‘why do i do this’ autism would always come up somehow #and i feel like i’ve been really in denial #but because it resonated… i kept reading about it #i kept learning and researching because everything i found was pointing to the fact that it could be autism #and i am not anti self diagnosing at all. but i didn’t want to be the type of people that take something so general and broad that just #just because i related to (one) thing i was automatically autistic #so i kept learning and researching in hopes of find either something else that could be affecting my mental health #in hopes of kind of proving myself wrong and i was being paranoid #but the more i find the more it explains everything. literally everything. and i’m sad. i’m sad that i’ve hated myself so so so so much… #i think there’s a new sense of self understanding…. and a lot of self guilt being let go… #brain vomit

[sad-drake-lyrics]

i fought a war to walk a gangplank into a life i left behind a window's leading to the past think it's time i broke some glass get this history off my mind and what if we were married forever like the past never happened and time did not exist for us at all i think we'd still be traveling together through all kinds of weather everything's a piece of everyone as far as i can see

#this man is honestly a legend for this ballad #7 minutes just going off on his emotions singing on the piano #konstantine is perhaps more legendary but this one is honestly just as fucking good #just a different vibe #more hopeful #i love this song sfm #and this man #andrew mcmahon #jack's mannequin #caves #music #lyrics #poetry #writing inspo #emo #emo music #the glass passenger #Youtube

[daz4i]

they put smth in dazai's character song. like some drug that makes you sad. i know it.

#it's SUCH a good depression song guys. next time you have a breakdown put it on. maybe read the lyrics too. really enhances things #part of it is his actual singing like it's very emotional. it's not polished or clean and that's to its benefit really #and there's this melancholic piano and low tone acoustic guitar? but the slightest upbeat piano underlying things too to add a hopeful bit. #(<- doesn't know anything about music but likes to pretend he does) #if i ever learn more abt music properly i might analyze some choices made with these songs bc they're very interesting #like how atsushi's song is super upbeat and fun and sounds hopeful then the lyrics are like. ''life sucks and i feel aimless'' #how akutagawa's song is surprisingly mellow and. stable isn't the word but like. not erratic?? argh idk the english words 😭😭 #anyway yeah . lost track of the original post oops sorry

[myredliptruth]

I can’t believe I’m seeing Taylor for the first time ever in 110 days oh my god?????? 

#is this real life #i hope she sings hits different #and holy ground piano version

[candiliam328]

yea so why did we ever stop live recording instruments

#like i know why. but still why #you cant reduplicate the authenticity #in case anyone wanted to know: these posts are brought to you by ''Raindrops'' by gummy #that piano hits good #and if im not wrong that violin (?) in the beginning is live too #i can feel the bowing #its the humanity of it all!! #obsessed that they didnt cancel out her little breaths. i feel like she's singing right in my ear #yes hi im back on this bs #the aos original music is so yummy #i hope they continue to bring it in pt 2 #my ramblings #music

[halfelven]

Six characters - Thranduil, Ecthelion, Curufin, Finarfin, Finwe

I only got 5 characters with this one so I'm just going to double the actions for one of the characters

give me 6 characters and i’ll tell you who i would:

Push off a cliff: Curufin <3 Kiss: Curufin <3 Marry: Thranduil <3 though i'm not picking him for any particular ~romantic~ reason Set on Fire: Finwe not for any particular reason he was just left over because i don't have strong opinions about him but i do think he was a bit of a bitch so Wrap a Blanket around: Finarfin. like many characters in the silmarillion he has been through a lot Be Roommates with: Ecthelion because i love the flute and i do want to hear it every day

thank you! ✨

#i'm so tempted to say something dirty about thranduil #but it's like oh i /know/ why i'm picking thranduil #my visual for curufin is kissing him and then just pushing him off a cliff #which is a horrid thing to do but he kind of deserves it tbh #someday i hope to live with someone who plays an instrument #and maybe someday i'll even learn the piano better #i sing bc that was free~ #txt #asks #ask games #silmarillion #tolkien #jr2t #silm

[misskamelie]

Getting slightly emotional over the description of the evolution and history of piano technique

#'it (the piano) has so many defects and its timbre transmits nothing (vs timbre of instruments such as violin oboe etc) because it's as far #as you can get from a human singing voice. and exactly because of its flaws we can create the illusion of an entire orchestra' #pretty glad I managed to find this tiny book at my local library #my post #I have so many thoughts on this instrument and I'm developing them more and more as time passes I hope to get them written down at one poin #and in a satisfiying enough way

[misroberts]

small headcanon i hope to one day utilize in writing: abigail has a bit of singing voice. she use to sing to small groups at bars or kitchens. now and especially during the second game’s timeline she doesn’t, but she still hums to jack occasionally until he’s too old.

#( headcanon ) * #theres also the snippet of her life with her aunt #where she was made to sing at church but we dont count it #but anyways. it goes in hand with her knack for the piano #what an incredible source of despair and hope they both are for her