#River is just showing appriciation

[izayoichan]

Musical Christmas Magic (part 2). 🎶 (poses by @simmireen)

[tsuumu]

hii!! if it's ok then could i request headcanons of sugawara and oikawa who have a classical pianist s/o?? have lovely day! 💖

hi anon!! i really hope you enjoy this little drabble hc type thing. i tend to ramble a bit but this was really interesting! i love the piano and used to play myself.

• sugawara himself has never been musically adept to any significant degree, but he’s always been extremely fascinated in others that are. there’s something mesmerising to him about it. it’s something he likes to appriciate rather than persue himself.

• you sort of just... sprung it onto him that you’d been playing piano for a large majority of your life. it’d been when you visited your parent’s house for the first time in ages with the boy and your childhood grand-piano sat pretty, just where you’d left it.

• fingers running over the top of it, he asks if your mother or father plays. you nod, explaining that music is a sort of therapy in your household, joking that your mother practically lives and dies over these keys each passing day. you’ll probably never catch up to her.

“wait, you play?” his eyes widen.

“oh— yes. i never mentioned it?”

• where you live doesn’t have a proper piano within a mile of the place. it’s painful for you, you miss playing. sitting down, fingers brushing over the ridges of the keys. not even dust. this thing is precious to all of you under that roof.

“uh-uh. please, do it for me.”

• so you do. you play and you’re happy to play. the ghostly melody of Claude Debussy’s Clair De Lune thrumming from the heart of the piano. it’s heartachingly wonderful. you have the boy absolutely enamoured, fixated on the movement of your fingertips as the atmosphere changes completely. and you, you’re— you’re smiling, it’s not hard for you at all. he’s shocked at how easy you make it look.

• he feels like he’s fallen in love with something so very special, additionally to what he knew before. you’re absolutely golden. sugawara can’t help but tilt your chin up to him after you’ve played that final chord, kissing you gently.

“that was beautiful. you are so beautiful.”

• koushi will beg you to take him back to your parent’s more often just to hear you play. your mother play. it solidifies their relationship and leaves you knowing he’s going to be long-term. but he’ll never ask you to teach him. he’s perfectly happy playing the observer and admiring you in full bloom as you play.

• sugawara is a very homely boyfriend and there’s something so warmingly domestic about the piano.

• tooru is the stark opposite, practically grovelling at your feet to show him how you work your magic.

• he knew pretty early on that you were a pianist, simply because it’s your pride and joy. it’s what brings you the most peace and resolve. as volleyball is to him. you two had no problems exchanging exciteable passion over your excellent talents.

• but the thing about tooru, is that he gets very jealous of skills he doesn’t have — he wants them. and he’ll try at least once to get them.

“(y/n), please!”

“it’s not as simple as just showing you!”

“i know, but— but you’ll never know if we don’t try!”

• you sigh LOUDLY, before dragging him by the nape of his collar to the piano stool, sitting him down, you rest your chin on the top of his head and slap down the music sheets. he stares blankly.

“what’s this?”

“you’re joking.”

• tooru is a smart little boy, he knows piano isn’t easy and it takes time and endurance, alongside professional lessons, to even begin understanding and manoeuvring the instrument. but this— what’s this?

“this looks difficult...”

“that’s what i said!” you half yell at him, before plscing your hands over his, you list off the notes, pressing down lightly on each one. “got it?” he tilts his head.

“one more time.”

• it goes on like that, you giving tooru little lessons when he isn’t too exhausted from his work. he’s appriciative really, that you’re even giving him the time of day. other times he’ll just ask you to play because he claims it’s relaxing enough to help him recover from matches. his personal favorite is Yiruma’s River Flows In You, with its melancholic tinge, he feels like he’s somewhere else entirely when you’re in full flow, somewhere tranquil and safe, but a little lonely. just how he likes it.

• you oblige, because you love him dearly and eventually, he’s able to play a song or two for you. and oh, it’s adorable! he messes up from time to time but he really does want to make you proud.

• in exchange, you learn the rules of volleyball and he teaches you recieving. it’s fun. you’re able to form a bond over such different interests. he’a grateful you’re willing to put up with his nuances and actually spend time with him, he’s always been a little bad at that himself, but you motivate him greatly to actively communicate through something he finds happiness in.

[arthurflecksgirl]

<3  *Arthur imagines his first date <3

* Lost diary pages*

Arthur writes about how he imagines his first date to be, rips the pages out of his diary and sends a message in a bottle :-)

Some cute fluff for you all :-)

It`s a cold evening in Gotham city. Its feels like the dead of summer. You walk though the park, kicking the fallen leafes beneath your cold feet. It has been a long day. A long month, year. Life even. You feel tired, trying to understand why you are even here in this city full of ignorant people. If only you had someone on your side that understands how lonely the world can be, when you`re inside of your own mind all the time.

You moved here years ago and still haven`t found someone to talk to. You think about leaving this place if nothing changes. You`re looking for a sign. Something that keeps you going.

There is a little kitten by the river. "Hey there little friend, feelin lonely,too?" it  meows and  runs away. And just as you want to turn your back, you see something in the water. A bottle. But there is something in it.

"A message in a bottle" you whisper to yourself as you pick it up. It looks like has been there for some months. But its easy to open. You sit down at a bench, starting to read:

"Today I sat there on a park bench in Gotham city, after I got out of the pharmacy. The sky was getting dark, you could tell that its going to rain soon. But I didnt wanted to go back to my dark apartment, so I just sat there, watching people. Made some observations. I need it to write in here. I need it for more jokes.

But what I noticed today wasnt a joke. It was love. And love is a very serious subject to me. I take human connection very seriously. Because I never experienced it. And I really want to. Some days it really hurts me inside, when I see couples laughing together. LAUGHING TOGETHER. What sounds so simple, SEEMS so simple to others is out of my reach. Laughing is something that I really dont know nothing about. Though I laugh so often. Because I have to. Because it won`t leave me alone to cry. I laugh but the truth is I don`t. I can`t remember a time it was a real, heartfelt laugh. I don`t even know how to do it. Sometimes I try to fake it. When I`m at Pogos or with the guys from Haha`s. But I can tell from the way they look at me that they know there is something wrong with me. Maybe I should stop trying to fit in. I try to fit in all the time. Every day... but it doesnt seem to work. Except when there are kids around. Thats why I love them. Kids seem to SEE me.

And then...the other word TOGETHER. There has to be more than one person to create a together. And I am always alone. I don`t know why. Its not like I didnt try to make friends. I really did. But they don`t feel comfortable around me. Even Hoyt told me so. I don`t know why everyone is so rude. I only want to make people happy. I really do. But thereis no "laughing together" for me. Only crying alone.

So, I was sitting there on the bank and there was this couple. She was looking at him, laughing. I bet he told her a really good joke. And she looked at him in a way no one ever looked at me and they kissed. Holding on to one another.

I always imagined how it would feel like being kissed. The moment right before your lips are touching must be the most beautiful feeling in the world. I imagin it to be very exciting to have someone elses lips pressed against yours. To circle your tongue around another and to taste the other person entierly. I dream about kissing the girl next door a lot. Her name is Sophie and she is beautiful. I bet she is a really good kisser. Her lips look so soft. I wish I could just knock on her door, take her face between my hands and kiss her passionately. But the truth is I barely dare to look her in the eyes when we meet at the hallway.

But yeah. this couple on the streets really made me think about what it would be like to have someone to love.To make love to someone.

I consider myself a romantic. And I played this like a thousands of times in my head. I`m 35 now and I guess it will never happen. But I like to dream about it. Who knows, maybe someday someone will SEE me the way I am. Maybe some day a nice girl will laugh at my jokes and take me in her arms. I would love to dress up in some decent clothes for her. I usually wear my old, faded jacket and my blue pants. The ones that look too baggy on me. But actually I like to dress nicely. Especially for special occasions. It just barely happens.I would put on some cologne. Not the one I use when I go to Pogos, I would buy a new one, because my mother uses the same bottle and that`s a bit strange, right? I would definitaly buy a new one I think the girl would like. I just found one I loved but it was too expensive and I couldnt afford it. Whatever, no one would have noticed the new cologne on me anyway.

And on our big date...I would do something with my hair. Maybe I would wear it slick back. I noticed that people like that a lot. I would like to go to the theatres with her. Oh that would be nice. Watching some comedy together. She would teach me what a real laugh feels and sounds like. I bet she could do that. And I wouldnt have to act strangely around her anymore, because the laugh would come NATURALLY.  So she could feel comfortable around me,too.

Thats my biggest fear, that the girl wouldnt feel comfortable around me. I would try my best to make her feel LOVED. After our date I would walk down the streets with her, holding hands. I always loved the idea of hoding hands. Its like a little commitment. You are mine. I really love the time we spent together. Thats what it says. At least I think so.

I would take her home with me. It would be a little bit embarrassing to show her the apartment but ...anyway... MUSIC!

Music is really important when it comes to the perfect date. Its like the heart of everything. I would put on some nice, music. I have LOTS of really great records and I´m a good dancer, so this wouldnt be a problem. Maybe some Sinatra. And...I imagin asking her to dance with me, offering her my hand and she would smile and we start dancing through the living room...Oh I would light up some candles before that. The apartment is quiet dark so we could need a bit of light. And candle light is always a good idea. Girls appriciate it and it makes me feel comfortable,too.

I would try to get closer to her while dancing. It would be the perfect moment for my first kiss. I could even pick a song for my first kiss, when I think about it now. This could be planned out so perfectly.

Thats why I always play it in my head over and over again... If it happenes some day, I`m prepared.  And I have to be prepared because I`m a virgin.

I just hope she wouldnt notice that I never kissed someone before. That would be the most embarrassing thing. I know I can be SHY.

Not even to mention other things like having sex.

I dream about this A LOT. I keep pictures in here. Of girls I think are attractive and other stuff. I like to draw a lot. But thats all nothing compared to what a real girlfriend would feel like to have in my arms.

I imagin sex to be not just a way to satisfy your own desires. I imagin it to be something that really connects you to the other person and to life itself. I always feel depressed after touching myself. I guess this would be different with having someone in your arms afterwards,too. I try to imagin the sensation of  two bodies melting into one another. To be SEEN and to be FELT by another person. I think its impossible to UNSEE the person that you have sex with. My future  girlfriend will look me in the eyes and I hope she will be able to realize my true self. That I`m a good guy. And she will tell me so. She would feel me with all her senses. Calling out my name between the kisses, begging me to sleep with her. Begging me to fullfill all her desires. And I would. God yes, I would make all her desires come true. Try the best to please her. I think I  could be a great boyfriend.

I would buy my girlfriend flowers,too. I love flowers. I love how soft to the touch they are and the fact that they smell so nice. Like girl`s shampoo. I would love to pick flowers and out them into her hair. I can imagin her happy face. A real laugh. Not like mine.

I`d love to have someone to cuddle with at night. Not only my pillows. It must be wonderful to feel the warth of another body on your own. The weight of someone elses body on yours.  I just want the emptyness to go away. This constant feeling of  emtyness, meaniglessness. I just don`t wanna feel so bad anymore.

Having someone to kiss my bruised back. To take care of my wounds when I got beaten up again. That would be wonderful.

I need to talk to someone about the thoughts inside of my head. All these thoughts. They`re enemys sometimes. I try to get them out of me by writing this journal, but this isnt enough. I need someone to really listen to me and I guess my future girlfriend could do that. Just listen, putting her arms around me, when I feel lost. That would be enough to make me feel better. I long for human contact so much. But no one cares.

My daydreams are the only thing I have left.Some days they feel so real, they become hallucinations. Dr Kane thinks I am delusional. But I know that these hallucinations arent real. I KNOW THAT I AM ALONE.

These dreams...are just for the moment. I make them real for a minute, maybe an hour or longer. But as soon as the daydream is done, I know that my mind just made it up. What difference does it make if Dr Kane belives me or not?  She doesnt care about me anyway. No one does.

Dr Kane thinks that love won`t heal me. That I am way too damaged to be healed. Thats what she said. What a rude bitch. I know I can be healed by love. I just feel it in my guts. I just want a family. Is this too much to ask for? I get that its too late to have a father but is it too late to find a girl who loves me for who I am?

Maybe it is. Maybe not.

If there is a 50/50 chance...I`ll take it !

50/50 is more than most people get in life.

I think I´m gonna rip those pages out of this journal and put them into a bottle.

I watched a movie a while ago and this guy put a letter with his adress into a bottle and thew it into the river. Years later this girl found it and wrote him a note.

I loved this idea of the constant hope that your letter will be noticed some day.

That I will be noticed someday.

Yeah... I will do it right now.

So if you read this and you think that my writing made any sense...

Here is my adress

Arthur Fleck

2250 Anderson Avenue

Apt 8J

Gotham city NJ

Gonna find a bottle and get to the river now.

There is no time to waste.... "

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[nightly-sereine]

It's going to be okay

Hey all you out there. If things are looking bleak, going wrong, or challenging, remember that you can make it through. No challenge that comes our way is ever something we cannot overcome. That doesn't mean it will be easy, or that we'll make it through without pain or loss. But we must move forward.

Life is a river, and we are swimming against the tide. We must keep moving forward, or be pulled back into the places we worked so hard to progress from.

Life was never meant to be easy. And some of us have it harder than others. But it is how we make it through our trials that sets us apart, not the trials themselves. We are all strong. And we will all in time find our place among the living, even if most of our time here is among the surviving.

Did Bilbo run out of his hole knowing exactly the harships he would soon endure? In the end, was everything beautiful and bright? He was tired and worn. He had lost many of his close companions. And no amount of gold he brought back could ever make up for that loss. It was a new adventure, to come to ends with such a trial. He was never the same after because he had grown. Not harder or softer, but wiser and kinder- in his own way. It was difficult for him to leave the ring behind, and he need the help of a friend who saw past what he was willing to accept. When he got away from the ring, he felt freed. He felt better. He moved on. When Frodo had refused to show him the ring, he realized by his actions what the ring had done to him. He accepted the truth and moved forward with his life.

You may not find yourself writing peacefully in your own Rivendale as of today, but you will someday. And getting there won't be easy. You'll have mountains, storms, and adversaries in your path. It may take a very long time, but it will be worth it. The struggles, the pains, the challenges. The hardships and sorrow. It will all be worth it.

So if you're feeling like you've lost your magic, fight for it. If you don't have the energy or will power, ask for help. Let others carry you until you can walk on your own. And if it takes you a while to run again, just remember that someday you will feel the wind rushing past your ears by your own device.

Stay strong. Even if that's getting out of bed in the morning. You are strong. You may not be able to do certain things right now, but someday you will. Just keep swimming forward, whether that's week by week or 15 minutes by 15 minutes. Progress is progress, no matter how small. Be kind to yourself and others.

You are all loved. You may not know by who. You might think you don't deserve it. But you are loved. You are appriciated. You are validated, accepted, and you will not allow yourself be dragged behind by those who seek your downfall. Even if they are you. You are strong. You are loved. You're 1/1 limited eddition and no one has the ability to counter that claim.

Stay strong. Don't give up. The view alone will be worth it.