#We're the reckless we're the wild youth

[hotdaemondtargaryen]

TECH RADAR REVIEW OF 'HOUSE OF THE DRAGON' S2. HIS OPINION BASED ON THE FIRST 4 EPISODES THAT HE WATCHED OF S2.

SPOILERS! FOR S2:

ABOUT TOM GLYNN-CARNEY'S PERFORMANCE AS KING AEGON II TARGARYEN:

"Aegon II, Westeros' new royal, is the biggest beneficiary of more extensive screen time, with Glynn-Carney bringing some much needed levity – plus youthful impatience, reckless naivety – to bear in episode 1 and in later entries, deep humanization to a character, who we're supposed to despise, in the only way that a GoT series can."

"HOUSE OF THE DRAGON'S SUPPORTING CAST, SPECIALLY IT'S YOUNGER MEMBERS, GETS MORE TO DO THIS SEASON."

ABOUT PHIA SABAN AS QUEEN HELAENA TARGARYEN IN SEASON TWO:

"Helaena's (Phia Saban) roles are also pleasingly expanded; the eccentric and cryptic Helaena becomes central to key storylines leading up to this season's jaw-dropping fourth episode."

"SEASON 2 ZOOMS OUT TO EXPLORE THE INTENSIFYING INTERFAMILIAL CONFLICT'S IMPACT ON THE WHOLE OF WESTEROS."

"Opening with a nostalgia-fuelled return trip to Winterfell a fleeting visit that reminds us of the ever-looming threat beyond The Wall in its very first scene, season 2 slowly lays bare the wider effects of the increasingly bitter Targaryen-Hightower feud on Thrones."

"Indeed, it inadvertently acts as the catalyst for smaller scale battles to erupt between long-warring families, such as Houses Blackwood and Bracken."

"After all, season 2 marks the official start of the devastating, years-long civil war known as The Dance of the Dragons, so I certainly hoped for more action. Nonetheless, observing the blood-curdling, silent horror-imbued aftermath of the Blackwood-Bracken battle made my imagination run wild about how this barbaric struggle played out."

"THE WALL WON'T BE THE ONLY LOCATION IN S2 THAT GOT FANS WILL RECOGNIZE. HARRENHAL WILL ALSO PLAY A PROMINENT ROLE THIS SEASON."

RYAN CONDAL ABOUT HARRENHAL IN S2:

"Harrenhal definitely is its own character in the show. It had its own character in the original books [and] in the original series when Arya was playing cup bearer for Tywin there."

"Other than the Red Keep, it's probably the most talked-about, storied castle in Westeros, and we really wanted to pay service to it. Whether it's real or rumored, it does have this supernatural aura around it that does put people off. We were excited to play that out as storytellers."

ABOUT GAYLE RANKIN AS ALYS RIVERS IN S2:

(whose mysterious arrival was teased in s2's final trailer)

"The enigmatic Alys Rivers was particularly fascinating to me, not least due to her involvement in Daemon's Harrenhal-situated season 2 arc; a personal subplot with the unsettling, almost Macbethian atmosphere and twisty-turny narrative of a psychological horror movie."

[marionluth]

This song has a place in all my sad playlists ever since I first heard it back in 2013. I just listened to it again and it's been a few months since the last listen.

Guys. This is so Jason (in terms of lyrics and vibe, not genre) that I can't. Between this realization, reading the lyrics again and whunptomber list... Something is brewing and I just know it's gonna hurt.

Just some of the lyrics:

We are the reckless,

We are the wild youth

Chasing visions of our futures

One day we'll reveal the truth

That one will die before he gets there.

And if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones.

'Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone.

We're setting fire to our insides for fun.

Collecting pictures from a flood that wrecked our home,

It was a flood that wrecked this home.

And you caused it,

[immoralimmortals]

Akatsuki Member Songs and Headcanons

I have had years to ruminate to myself on certain songs I listen to that get associated with certain Akatsuki. I'm gonna try to present some of these pairings in a comprehensive way for you guys.

I can 100% replicate this post several times over with different songs and explanations, so I most likely will. We will see! Songs are linked within the post.

Pain: Mr. FEAR by Siamés

This man wants to fix everything, and yet if you look deep enough, he is absolutely crumbling. He is the Mr. Fear, literally, to instill fear in order to bring what he dictates as peace. The song itself is simultaneously calm and chaotic. Despite how conflicted he ends up being, every single contradiction is still said as a command to the listener.

Standout lines:

I wish I had a faster therapy

I've come to mind control your needs

Just trust in me, my dear

Don't fight with me, my dear

Don't trust in me, my dear What cure is coming near?

Konan: Youth by Daughter

Youth, hope, suffering. She has experienced life in that order, and it has left her an angel in constant mourning. This song is, to me, the retrospective side of her, the part of Konan that is still a scared and hurt young lady, the place in her mind that inspires her to keep going for something better. I specifically associate this song more with her loss of Yahiko and the original Akatsuki than her actual childhood.

I could literally quote the whole song for her, so I recommend you listen if it seems interesting. Here's some painfully selected lyrics:

And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones 'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs

We are the reckless, we are the wild youth Chasing visions of our futures One day, we'll reveal the truth That one will die before he gets there

Collecting pictures from a flood that wrecked our home It was a flood that wrecked this home

Zetsu: Dangerous by Big Data

This song sort of changed my brain chemistry, both in general and about Zetsu. If you pair the (honestly very strange and parodic) music video with the content of the lyrics, it creates an idea of heightened awareness of insidious knowledge and, though it is meant about modern advertisements, I also take it about being spied on in general, being dangerous because of your knowledge of the world against you. When I started associating this song with Zetsu, I began seeing him more as an active character than one that merely is there. His spying has purpose, he has motives.

Standout lines:

You understand, they got a plan for us I bet you didn't know that I was dangerous

Nobody's listening when we're alone Nobody's listening, there's nobody listening, No one can hear us when we're alone No one can hear us, no, no one can hear us And I've gotta get out of here Sink down, into the dark

How could you know, how could you know? That those were my eyes Peepin' through the floor, it's like they know It's like they know I'm looking from the outside And creeping to the door, it's like they know

And especially if you're in a shipping mood:

It must be fate, I found a place for us I bet you didn't know someone could love you this much

Tobi/Obito: Dirty Imbecile by The Happy Fits

Being an Uchiha is hard, you know? The expectations, both from your clan and from everyone else... Obito really put the bar of achievement really high because he thought that's where he'd finally be respected, so much as acknowledged. This is a song about being much more deep down than the fool you seem to others, the righteous desire to be worth your many efforts.

Standout lines:

Damn this town and damn this city You never give me anything that I want No one seems to really care They're just wholly unaware Of all the blood and sweat I cry before dawn

Am I good? Is all I could enough for you? I'm so scared of when and where I'll find the truth

Count my little scars, I've got dozens down inside I come complete and invincible behind my dirty imbecile

Hidan: Nothing Personal by Night Riots

Relaxed yet vicious, I think this is a good pairing to think about how he must strut about, preaching of Jashin. You can't be better than him. He will always know better, be better, believe better. Self-centered prick. I adore his confidence.

Standout lyrics:

The center of the world is lonely me Float along through the catacombs The endless cycle, flesh to bones

I’ll be the king, you’ll be the filth I wash away Nothing personal, personal, personal I am the light, I am the truth, I am the way Nothing personal, personal, personal

I’ll take your crown, I’ll make it mine As you sulk your days away Numb yourself and think of me

Kakuzu: Ain't No Rest for the Wicked by Cage the Elephant

I highkey associate a lot of the themes from the Borderlands series with Kakuzu, featured songs included. This song is pretty self evident to me, overtly about how money motivates people. In my view of Kakuzu, he has crafted over his many decades of war and hardship this encompassing, compassionless worldview of why people do things. If you say "money is the only thing that matters" and you're older than like, a five year old who got their first dollar, you are going to have a strong and elaborate justification for it. It's a song about hard truths about humanity, some things that will never change and you need to accept without taking it personally.

Standout lyrics:

Oh there ain't no rest for the wicked Money don't grow on trees I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed There ain't nothing in this world for free Oh no, I can't slow down, I can't hold back Though you know, I wish I could Oh no there ain't no rest for the wicked Until we close our eyes for good

He made it clear he wasn't looking for a fight He said, "Give me all you've got, I want your money, not your life But if you try to make a move, I won't think twice" I told him, "You can have my cash, but first you know I gotta ask What made you want to live this kind of life?"

I saw a preacher man in cuffs, he'd taken money from the church He'd stuffed his bank account with righteous dollar bills But even still I can't say much because I know we're all the same Oh yes, we all seek out to satisfy those thrills

Deidara: Fear & Delight by The Correspondents

Brief aside: gorgeous music video, very skillfully made. Deidara would love it. Certainly a mastercraft of editing and camera tricks.

Dynamic, vibrant song. My partner has used this song as a pairing with another character, comparing the love interest in the song to courting something you really probably should not be. Deidara courts with destruction and death with absolute abandon. His art is beautiful. His art will hurt him. He's so, so okay with that.

In addition, I think this song describes really well how he approaches things that are novel and perhaps frighten him.

It is, again, literally the whole song but here's a couple of lines:

I'm a little boy that's gonna be getting his fingers burned But I can see this lesson's gotta, gotta, gotta be learned

In any case, my friends, it's too late Like a moth to light, like a beast to bait And I know the black widow eats its mate

I'm an innocent being seduced by your charms I'm a young boy tickled to death in your arms Your kisses taste like bitter almonds

Addiction pulling me to a grave end You're an enemy who I'm keen to defend Down the black hole of my lust I descend

Why is it that I'm keen to be devoured by you When there's the option of a love affair that's pure and true? I always choose the dungeon over the sea view

It's wrong but I want you tonight

Sasori: Body by Mother Mother

This guy hates every inch of his human body. As soon as he realized he could change himself, every cell of skin, every drop of blood, every breath of air was cursed. As long as he is flesh and bone, he suffers. This includes even the barest hint of humanity in the cylinder that is his heart. If he could get rid of it, he would. The body only exists to get in the way. He will break these confines.

It is. Yet again. Just the entire song that works for him. Here are a few lines:

Take my eyes, take them aside Take my face, and desecrate Arms and legs, get in the way Bodies break

'Cause I've grown tired of this body A cumbersome and heavy body I've grown tired of this body Fall apart without me, body

Kisame: Promiseland by Mika

It's no secret I adore thinking about Kisame's worldview, and I think this song is a wonderful insight into it. He is the definition of disillusioned, trying to find out what he can really depend upon, if anything. He has nothing to lose. He's already lost it all.

Standout lyrics:

Sold my soul, broke my bones, tell me, what did I get? Did my time, toed the line, ain't seen anything yet Strike me down to the ground, you know I've seen it before Make it hurt, I'll eat the dirt, I just don't care anymore

I kept my promise, man, show me the promiseland

And the whole world's bringing me down

One person's lie is just another man's truth We kept on running from the devil, but the devil was you Every time I see the light, I'm falling deeper in debt If I've never seen the good, how can it come to an end?

Itachi: The Villain I Appear to Be by Connor Spiotto and Molly Pease

Itachi puts his mission first before anyone's impression of him, even that of his beloved brother. However, he can still yearn for his understanding, his respect. The song reflects on doing the right thing without slowing down to explain, lest it be too late, and hoping the pieces may be put together later. Maybe it'll be in your favor, maybe not. That doesn't matter as much as the outcome of your actions.

Standout lyrics:

Nothin' left to do but Try to take the leap and follow through And that's exactly what I'll do

I don't plan on slowing Down, no I'll keep on going Even if you think I'm in the wrong

I know that's what I'm here for I don't wanna wait around anymore Even if you can't see The good inside me

I don't have the time to tell you Why I do the things that I do Just please hold on and soon you'll see That I'm not the villain I appear to be

And I know you think I'm crazy But I hope that maybe Now you'll see why I had to try

[3-stones-deity]

about

hi! my main blog is @doyouremem8erme (you may know me as marcylore or ghostadventurespirit0rb if you followed me back in the day) and i was into amphibia from after true colors until about a year after season 3 ended. however...i have now gotten back into this silly frog show and wanted to dig up old art from that time in the fandom.

i focus primarily on art but will reblog old fandom posts that i enjoy as well! fics, shitposts, gifs, etc.

most of my posts come from the depths of my main blog but i also will go through other blogs. lmk if you dont like me reblogging old posts directly from you and ill be sure to get them from the source instead! its just more efficient to queue directly from another blog. i also use the new tumblr search operators to find posts from specific fandom eras!

important note: this blog serves as an archive of art i enjoy and while ill avoid reblogging from artists who were found to be problematic, they may still appear on this blog on occasion to catalog that old art. reblogs from them do not mean i support the actions of the artist in question.

current queue schedule: hourly, 8am-midnight. i occasionally will post outside of that as well, usually for more presently circulating art.

my tags (and their sources if applicable):

#funny frog show - posts that are too sillay to get serious poetic tags but that i still like

#faves - personal fave posts. this blog is already curated so this tag is truly things i Think Abt A Lot

#your heart is an empty room with walls of the deepest blue - anne boonchuy (source: your heart is an empty room by death cab for cutie)

#burning cities and napalm skies，fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes - calamity anne (source: ocean eyes by billie eilish)

#and i was running far away，would i run off the world someday? - marcy wu (source: runaway by aurora)

#show me how to lay my sword down for long enough to let you through - sasha waybright (source: eight by sleeping at last)

#heaven knows，we're trouble prone，together until the end of time - sprig (source: trouble prone by oh geeez)

#sometimes the monsters turn out to be those who stood there by your side - andrias (source: nothing good from centaurworld)

#‘cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs - varies a bit, but intended for night!marcy and other marcy angst related to her possession (source: youth by daughter)

#lately my head's on fire and my voice is not my own - darcy/possessed marcy (source: awakening by oh geeez)

#when will we find a story that never ends - marcanne (source: @/calamity-unlocked's tags)

#our coming of age has come and gone - sashanne (source: peace by taylor swift)

#i can't make it go away by making you a villain - sashanne but angsty (source: happiness by taylor swift)

#i'm sending out smoke signals hoping i'll see yours too - sasharcy (source: smoke signals by cavetown)

#old partner in crime i’m going to try to fall in love with you again - sashannarcy (source: arms unfolding by dodie)

#we are the reckless，we are the wild youth - calamity trio/sashannarcy angst (source: youth by daughter)

#the story of the beast with those four dirty paws - anne & the plantars (source: dirty paws by of monsters and men)

#i promise you that soon the autumn comes to steal away each dream you keep - newt moms (source: rises the moon by liana flores)

#look for me on the sun-bright sparrow， i will come on the breath of the wind - yulivia (source: yankee bayonet by the decemberists)

#it's just a triptych in decay - barreleifdrias (source: death thrice drawn by the scary jokes)

#and you can aim for my heart，go for blood - true colors (source: my tears ricochet by taylor swift)

#quiet when i'm coming home，i'm on my own - season 3a (source: when the party's over by billie eilish)

#scattering sparks of thought energy，deliver me and carry me away - olivia & yunan (source: the mind electric by miracle musical)

#you're coming back and it's the end of the world - season 3b (source: i want you by mitski)

#dry your smoke-stung eyes so you can see the light，you're staring at the sky，watching stars collide - full calamity anne (source: shallows by daughter)

#your words they come to me in memories，they sing to me like songs - post-finale (source: ultimately by khai dreams)

[moe-broey]

Oh, hey. I might have been the one with the Grandpa Askr tags that I deleted because I wanted to rephrase things and then didn't. Oops. Anyway, the thing with him is that (iirc) Gustav mentions encountering Hel as a Wild Youth and his dad taking the bullet for him instead. (Which is why he knows he can take the curse for Alfonse.) This is causes him to change from reckless and more Alfonse-like (as Henriette mentions, I think) to his current disposition. I don't think there's anything more specific about Grandpa, but I do kinda wonder if he's not the one Gustav got the...stern (abusive-y) behavior from. Gustav kept berating Alfonse for not being detached and rational "enough" with Gustav being the implied model for such qualities. (Because neglecting your heir, the Mcf*ckin' Crown Prince of your Kingdom to the point he doesn't know more than basic statecraft--in theory!-- over a bit of teenaged self-establishment is a detached and rational decision. ...Don't get me started.) So, it could be another parallel with Harsh Father/Headstrong Son, or Gramps was fine and Gustav's trauma started making his relationship decisions. ...Now I kinda wonder how often Hel ends up murdering Askran royals. Like, is this a regular thing?? Geez.

OH NO WAY!!! They were such good tags I thought about screenshotting and adding/and or making a new post about it, but. I. Seemed to have forgotten too LMFAO (maybe for the best if you weren't happy with the wording though HAHA 🫡)

MAN. I. Can't believe I literally just. Forgot All Of This (then again it has been a few years). I did remember the bit of lore about Gustav being more reckless in his youth, and then doing a 180. I think, because I forgot important details, I assumed it was another cycle -- especially because, Alfonse himself can be reckless.

So in my mind it looked like: Gustav has previous experience being reckless in his youth -> He sees this quality in Alfonse, and to "spare" or "protect" him, he tries to snuff that quality out. Terrified of history repeating itself, but lacking the self-awareness that he, himself (Gustav), is both a product of a cycle AND perpetuating it. (Also a side note: Gustav trying to "protect" Alfonse by ensuring that he doesn't make the same mistakes, without realizing that course of action would only stifle and shelter Alfonse. Some things are only learned through first-hand experience -- no amount of warning or shielding will ever have the same effect.)

So it seems in some areas I had the right idea, I was just. Missing EXTREMELY important details that re-contextualize the entire situation LMFAOO

So maybe it's more like: Gustav has previous experience being reckless in his youth, AND a personal encounter with Hel due to that recklessness -> His father, Grampa Askr, protected his son from Hel by taking the fall for him. Which probably led to a few things: Feeling responsible for his father's death, instilling a need to protect his loved ones (just, unfortunately, in a maladaptive way). Also, depending on the type of guy Grampa Askr was (if we're assuming he was Gustav's picture-perfect ideal of a father and king), a need to live up to him. -> After all this set up, he sees Alfonse taking after him in ways that scare him -- and so everything else follows as it does.

The missing context ALSO explains why Gustav was so quick to give up on Alfonse when he learned that he was struck with the curse. Dude is probably having flashbacks about it.

And I guess... that's the thing that gets me about Gustav, actually. I hate him, I think he sucks, whenever I see him It's On Sight LMFAOOO. But so clearly, I think he captures what it's like. When you can see, at one point, there was a person in there -- who was vulnerable, who got traumatized, and who ended up developing a way to cope with that trauma, but. Not in a great way. And you just Know, he's the type of guy who's far too stubborn and set in his ways to ever address what happened in like. A healthy way.

And none of this is to woobify him or moralize getting help. Really... the entire Askr family is like a case study. To me.

Which is why I would have LOVED more details on Grampa Askr actually LMFAOOO, LIKE. Is he part of the cycle, like I imagined? Did Gustav get it from him? Or did Gustav just. Do all that on his own. And made it everyone else's problem LMFAOOOO

ALSO AGSKHSJSHSJAJ.................. THAT BIT ABOUT HEL PERHAPS ROUTINELY MURDERING ASKRAN ROYALS............. honestly makes me think about that Paralogue where Alfonse is dropping fucked up folklore on Sharena HSKSHSKS AND LIKE. It's got me thinking, actually. In a world where gods are physically tangible and right in front of you, where fairies and changelings Do exist -- if people do still try to teach moral lessons/warnings of danger through folklore, fairytales, and allegories, would it be like? Difficult to parse out fact and fiction? Much to think about tbh... (esp w Alfonse's interest in such subjects!) (That said I do feel like we often see Alfonse approach things with an open mind on a case by case basis, but. It's still funny to think about!)

Btw!!! Thank you for sending this!!! I really appreciate being able to staple this to my blog now LMFAOO 👍🎉🎉🎉

[elegyofthemoon]

Spell your URL!

Spell out your URL using song titles that can describe your muse/OC, then tag as many people as there are letters in your URL!

OO thanks so much @cove-holdens !! This seemed like fun so I'll try ; v ; it's probably going to be pretty length though (> _ >) so i'll just put it under a read more

BUT want to tag beforehand idk enough people with ocs i think so i just toss it to @fayesdiary, @narzissenkreuz-ordo, @lemonbronze, @garlandgerard (i THINK you have some ocs sorry if i am misremembering), and whoever else I follow that has ocs :D let me get to know them!! (also of course no obligation <3)

I'm too fixated on my OC Octavia so here we go lmao

E - "Escapism" from Steven Universe: "I guess I have to face/ That in this awful place/ I shouldn't show a trace of doubt/ But pulled against the grain/ I feel a little pain/ That I would rather do without"

L - "Letter" from the Fragile Dreams OST

E - "Extraordinary" by Clean Bandit: "Am I the only one who sees what you've become?/ Will you drift away?/ We're running out of time, two wrongs can make it right/ Could I make you stay?/ People making choices, they can't fake/ Sacrifice it all and maybe say"

G - "Get Your Wish" by Porter Robinson: "Don't say you lose just yet/ Get up and move ahead/ And not only for yourself/ 'Cause that's your role/ The work that stirred your soul/ You can make for someone else"

Y - "Youth" by Daughter: "We are the reckless, we are the wild youth/ Chasing visions of our futures/ One day, we'll reveal the truth/ That one will die before he gets there/ And if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones/ 'Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone/ We're setting fire to our insides for fun"

O - "Octave of the Maushiro" by Chewie Melodies

F - "Future Friends" by Tilian: "Slow down/Give me a reason not to slow down/ I can feel the bottom and it's cold now/ I'm on the outside looking in/ So I'm calling on my future friends"

T - "The Hymn" by FLOYA: "I hope you understand that I cannot stay/ Don't expect you to feel the same/ There's a dream that I have to chase/ I'm feeling alive in the unknown/ Dancing to the hymn of the wind/ And though you and I are on our own/ I know you're close whenever I feel alone"

H - "here and now" by Tony22: "Here and now i'll find my hope/Yesterday is far gone and tomorrow never comes/Here and now's where I belong/So tired of using the present moment as my stepping stone"

E - "Eternal Sunshine" by Jhene Aiko: "Is it strange for me to say that if I were to die today/There's not a thing that I would change, I've lived well/ Maybe I have made mistakes and been through my fair share of pain/ But all in all, it's been okay, I've lived well"

M - "Miss You" by trentemøller

O - "Old Weapon Testing Ground" from HSR OST

O - "OUTRO" by LUCY

N - "North" from the Ender Lilies OST

[odinsson2021]

Here's the Playlist of my Tonight's Show!

I hope you liked it!

Stormwitch-Rondo ala Turca-Eye of the Storm-1989-(Hot Blood Records)

Kansas-Carry on Wayward Son-Leftoverture-1976-(CBS Records)

Journey-Wheel in the Sky-Infinity-1978-(CBS Records)

Foreigner-Hot Blooded-Double Vision-1978-(Atlantic Records)

Mats Karlsson-Beautiful Life-Mood Elevator-30.06.2023-(MK Music)

Poison-Valley of lost Souls-Flesh&Blood-1990-(Capitol Records)

Phil Campbell and the Bastard Sons-Bite my Tongue-We're the Bastards-2020-(Nuclear Blast Records)

The Pretty Reckless-Death by Rock ‘n’ Roll-Death by Rock ‘n’ Roll-2021-(Century Media Records)

The New Roses-Can't stop Rock ‘n’ Roll-Nothing but Wild-2019-(Napalm Records)

Night Ranger-White Knuckle Ride-Hole in the Sun-2007-(Frontiers Records)

Skew Siskin-Life's a Bitch-What the Hell-1999-(Steamhammer Records)

Skid Row-Youth gone wild-Skid Row-1989-(Atlantic Records)

Slash feat. Myles Kennedy&The Conspirators-April Fool-4-2022-(Snakepit Records)

Slaughter-Reach for the Sky-The Wild Life-1992-(Chrysalis Records)

Tyketto-Sail Away-Don't come Easy-1991-(Geffen Records)

Gloryhammer-Holy Flaming Hammer of Unholy Cosmic Frost-Return to the Kingdom of Fife-02.06.2023-(Napalm Records)

Helloween-Eagle fly free-Keeper of the Seven Keys Pt. II-1988-(Noise Records)

Primal Fear-I am Alive-Metal Commando-2020-(Nuclear Blast Records)

Frozen Land-King's a Bitch-Out of the Dark-16.06.2023-(Massacre Records)

Helstar-Conquest-Remnants of War-1986-(Noise Records)

Herman Frank-Eye of the Storm-Two for a Lie-2021-(AFM Records)

Savage Grace-Barbarians at the Gate-Sign of the Cross-05.05.2023-(Massacre Records)

Night Legion-The Hound of Baskerville-Fight or Fall-30.06.2023-(Massacre Records)

Hellryder-Sacrifice in Paradise-The Devil is a Gambler-2021-(Rock of Angels Records)

Burning Witches-World on Fire-The Dark Tower-05.05.2023-(Napalm Records)

D.C. Cooper-Dream-D.C. Cooper-1999-(SPV Records)

High Tension-Hot Legs-Under Tension-1986-(Hot Blood Records)

Metal Church-The Dark-The Dark-1986-(Elektra Records)

Blind Guardian-Mr. Sandman(Single)-1996-(Virgin Records)

[koheletgirl]

♫ + sokka or azula?

ok. well ok

tl;dr: i know it's over by the smiths for sokka, youth by daughter for azula.

psychological damage under the cut

i'll do both, since sokka is basically cheating. ive been spending the past 24 hrs talking peng's ear off about sokka songs, and this was the first one we talked about. so

i know it's over by the smiths. i cannot stress this enough. a sokka song of the kind that make you want to scream into a pillow. first off i love the smiths for sokka, you know, the mordant humor of it all... dont get me wrong sokka would absolutely hate morrissey, but it's still a good match.

anyhow. the way the speaker addresses their mother throughout the song. the despair. the self-deprecation. the the the way they just have to. keep going. uuggghh

"oh mother, i can feel the soil falling over my head"

"i know it's over still i cling / i don't know where else i can go"

"see, the sea wants to take me / the knife wants to slit me / do you think you can help me?" (addressed to their mother)

"it's so easy to laugh / it's so easy to hate / it takes strength to be gentle and kind" 🫠

"love is natural and real / but not for such as you and i, my love" <- you can take this line anywhere you want and apply it to every relationship sokka has ever had and it will kill you

and of course sokka lyrics of all time "if you're so funny / then why are you on your own tonight? / and if you're so clever / then why are you on your own tonight? / if you're so very entertaining / then why are you on your own tonight? / if you're so very good looking / why do you sleep alone tonight?"

anyway bye bye now catch me crying on the floor

ok let's talk about my other babygirl azula. do you want to talk about youth by daughter? let's talk about youth by daughter. it's poetic i think, for a song by a band called daughter to be so fitting for azula. what is she but a daughter

ugh god. "shadows settle on the place that you left / our minds are troubled by the emptiness / destroy the middle, it's a waste of time / from the perfect start to the finish line". well you know.

"we are the reckless, we are the wild youth / chasing visions of our futures / one day we'll reveal the truth / that one will die before he gets there"

"and if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones / 'cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone / we're setting fire to our insides for fun / collecting pictures from a flood that wrecked our home"

"well i've lost it all, i'm just a silhouette / i'm a lifeless face that you'll soon forget"

and the repetition of "and you caused it".... she is a 14 year old girl who had been endlessly manipulated and emotionally abused by her father. she loses everything by the end of the show - her family, her friends, her home, her power, her sense of self, her mind. she really is just a silhouette. and he caused it. and you could analyze it further, ask yourself who exactly it is that she's blaming here and is it the right person. but anyway

if you read all this i love and treasure you truly and also i'm sorry. azula and sokka playlists are both in progress love and light

[a-postraumatic-mess]

As coisas se assentam com o tempo, mas elas não se apagam totalmente. Achei mais uma música pra botar na playlist do Dinho e esses dias, atravessando a rua ou pegando o ônibus, eu tive aquele estalo de "tá doendo menos". Não sumiu, ainda tá aqui em algum lugar. Ou por todo lugar. A gente resignifica as coisas, como ele mesmo falou. Eu sou essa coisinha amarga e rancorosa, que destila raiva e ódio por aí num grande show de drama e fico com a sensação de que ao mesmo tempo que todo mundo é obrigado a me aturar, ninguém de fato é. Então eu termino com aquela sensação eterna de que eu sou insuportável, e que as pessoas tem que gostar de mim assim, mas caramba como eu sou insuportável. Cansa, sabe? Viver debatendo consigo mesma é muito chato.

Eu escrevo e reescrevo, me torno redundante sobre a minha dor e sobre a falta, sobre ele e sobre nós, mas meu psicólogo sempre fala que toda vez que a gente fala sobre algo de novo, nunca é igual a vez anterior e assim por diante. Então eu escrevo e reescrevo até isso parar de fazer sentido ou fazer sentido total de uma vez por todas.

Essa música, como todas as outras, me lembra ele. Menos o final, seria muito forçado. Não vou sentir falta dele pra sempre, uma hora vai diminuir, por mais que pareça que não. Eu vivo muito as coisas que eu sinto na hora, e elas são sempre muito fortes e muito intensas, me deixo sentir elas; fortes e intensas, mas sempre passageiras. A maior certeza sobre mim é que tudo acaba, os sentimentos bons ou ruins em mim nunca se mantém.

Esses dias eu reli uma das últimas conversas que tivemos e eu tava com tanta raiva que não li direito, não prestei atenção no que ele falava, eu só queria botar meu ódio pra fora, e se eu lembro muito daqueles momentos a raiva volta. Sentimentos à flor da pele. Sei lá, é como se meus sentimentos fossem uma porta com sensor, qualquer movimento e algo acontece dentro de mim. Naquele momento eu tava bem frustrada, não me julgo, fui meio estúpida e me dou o direito de ser. A tranquilidade com que ele lidou me deixou (talvez ainda me deixe) brava pois parece que eu era a única ali que não tinha tudo resolvido e no lugar. Eu fico uma bagunça, literalmente, quando eu termino com alguém. Eu me envolvo muito nas coisas e gasto muito energia nessas relações, mesmo as mais simples. Não é saudável, não é bom, nem sei se é normal, mas é como eu sou. E por mais que eu não queira ser a pessoa que depois, quando termina, tem que catar os próprios cacos, eu SOU essa pessoa porque é como eu sou. Eu sinto as coisas e eu me dedico àquele sentimento e só me resta lidar com as consequências depois, não sei ser diferente, não consigo. O que me resta fazer é ser mais responsável em onde eu deposito esse interesse, fugir de coisas que parecem não corresponder a altura, e é o que eu deveria ter feito com o Dinho mas eu fui otimista demais, boba demais, confiei demais. Trouxa que chama.

Vamos voltar a letra da música.

"Shadows settle on the place that you left

Our minds are troubled by the emptiness

Destroy the middle it's a waste of time

From the perfect start to the finish line

And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones

'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs"

"Setting fire to our insides for fun"

Parece que eu me sinto demais e que me ponho nessas situações de propósito.

"Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong"

Quantos antes do Dinho não deram errado? Ele é só mais um de uma grande lista. E não vai ser o último, nunca.

The lovers that went wrong

We are the reckless

We are the wild youth

Chasing visions of our futures

One day we'll reveal the truth

That one will die before he gets there"

And if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones

'Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone

We're setting fire to our insides for fun

Collecting pictures from the flood that wrecked our home

It was a flood that wrecked this home

"And you caused it

And you caused it

And you caused it"

E a culpa é toda minha, de tudo. Do término, de não ter dado certo, da situação toda. De ter me posto nessa situação. Minha, completamente minha!

"Well, I've lost it all, I'm just a silhouette"

"A lifeless face that you'll soon forget"

Às vezes eu penso muito nisso, de que ele simplesmente vai me esquecer ou vai se referir a mim como a mina de alguma coisa que nem a outra lá que virou a mina da geladeira. Eu provavelmente vou ser a dramática ou a emocionada, ou a que deixa alguém confuso. A confusa.

"My eyes are damp from the words you left

Ringing in my head when you broke my chest

Ringing in my head when you broke my chest"

"And if you're in love, then you are the lucky one

'Cause most of us are bitter over someone"

Ele tem lá às duas namoradas dele enquanto eu tento esquecer ele. Ele já é apaixonado por alguém, enquanto eu fico remoendo o que a gente teve.

"Setting fire to our insides for fun

To distract our hearts from ever missing them

But I'm forever missing him

And you caused it

And you caused it

And you caused it"

[alittletrainofthought]

Day 77 - Friday, February 3rd

Shadows settle on the place, that you left / Our minds are troubled by the emptiness / Destroy the middle, it's a waste of time / From the perfect start to the finish line.

And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones / 'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs / Setting fire to our insides for fun / Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong / The lovers that went wrong.

We are the reckless / We are the wild youth / Chasing visions of our futures / One day we'll reveal the truth / That one will die before he gets there

And if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones / 'Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone / We're setting fire to our insides for fun / Collecting pictures from a flood that wrecked our home / It was a flood that wrecked this home And if you're in love, then you are the lucky one / 'Cause most of us are bitter over someone

I manage to find both tranquility and productivity, if only momentarily. I remind myself of what I'm working towards and it actually seems to motivate me, for short moments.

i find myself in complete control of a place that was oh so foreign to me still a few months ago. It reminds me of the incredible learning capacity we hold as humans, the adaptability, the strength and perseverance. It calms me. As I arrive home there is a package from a sender I haven't spoken to in months. A selection of luxurious tea, incense, rolling tobacco and candies. A letter filled with so much love and care, apologising for the recent distance between us.

I shed a tear and get ready for bed.

[apenitentialprayer]

Shadows settle on the place that you left; our minds are troubled by the emptiness. Destroy the middle, it's a waste of time from the perfect start to the finish line.

And if you're breathing, you're the lucky ones. 'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs, setting fire to our insides for fun, collecting the names lovers that went wrong, the lovers that went wrong.

We are the reckless, we are the wild youth, chasing visions of our futures. One day we'll reveal the truth: That one will die before he gets there.

And if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones. 'Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they gone. We're setting fire to our insides for fun, collecting pictures from the flood that wrecked our home, it was a flood that wrecked this.

(And you caused it; you caused it; you caused it).

I've lost it all, I'm just a silhouette; a lifeless face that you'll soon forget. My eyes are damp from the words you left. (Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest.) (Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest.)

And if you're in love, you are the lucky one. 'Cause most of us are bitter over someone, setting fire to our insides for fun, to distract our hearts from ever missing them. (But I'm forever missing him).

(You caused it; you caused it; you caused it).

Daughter - Youth

[artificialqueens]

We’re the reckless, we’re the wild youth - ch. 3 - (Pearlet)

Hello guys! This is chapter 3, enjoy it!

Here is a playlist for it.

And here some images references.

Ignore any typo/grammar errors, I’m flying solo this time! (English is not my first language)

Chapter 3

The first day of school came and as soon as Matt walked into the school, he saw a group of students around a fight.

“YOU DIRTY WHORE!” a blonde girl screamed and grabbed the brunette’s hair.

“IT’S NOT MY FAULT THAT YOU CAN’T SUCK A DICK!” Violet screamed back. The girls were rolling on the ground and no one did anything, the people around were only excitedly watching the fight, asking for more. Matt never saw Violet with so many energy like that, she was always nonchalant and looking like she was daydreaming. But there she was, rolling on the floor pulling a girl’s hair.

Matt grabbed Violet by her waist and pulled her away from the other girl. He saw a guy with a blank expression that should be the blonde’s boyfriend.

“Pull her away!” he yelled to the boy before the blonde could reach Violet and start the fight again. The other boy tried to touch the blonde, but the girl snatched his hand away.

“DON’T TOUCH ME YOU ASSHOLE!” the blonde yelled and Violet let out a maniac laugh as she tried to get rid of Matt.

“I’m cool, I’m cool!” she lifted her hands to show to the boy he could release her. Matt released the grip around her waist and she took off his hands from her completely. Violet stood there, with her arms crossed and looking devilish to the other girl who was now in a fight with her boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend, judging by what just happened.

“That’s what you get for messing with me, bitch,” she murmured to herself as she watched the girl running down the hall, but Matt could hear that.

“Did you see her face?” a bleached guy said as he got closer.

“I bet she’s crying in the bathroom right now,” other boy got closer.

“Sorry, not sorry,” Violet smirked before she looked at the other boys. “Guys, this is Matt. And Matt, this is Dax and this is Aaron, but he likes to be called Needles,” Violet introduced the guys and Matt felt uncomfortable with the boys looking at him from head to toe.

“Are you the nerd?” the boy nicknamed Aaron Needles asked.

“He doesn’t look like a nerd. Maybe he’s the gamer,” the other guy furrowed.

“Don’t be stupid, the gamer doesn’t go to our school,” Aaron scoffed.

“Yeah, he’s the nerd!” Violet rolled her eyes.

“Anyway. Dude, why did you parted the fight? Violet was going to kick that stupid girl’s ass,” Aaron said in a stern tone.

“It looked like the right thing to do… ” Matt mumbled and the other kids laughed. “And someone had to do something since you two stayed there watching your friend fighting and did nothing,” Matt said with all the boldness he could put together.

“Uuuh the newbie thinks he owns the school already!” Aaron mocked.

“Guys, stop. Matt’s cool, ok?” Violet rolled her eyes amused.

“I don’t trust him yet,” Needles said.

“You’ will,” Violet assured as she walked away, letting Matt in an uncomfortable situation between the two boys who were staring at him.

“Well, I gotta go, see you around,” Matt said and walked away.

“He’s kind of cute,” Dax said watching Matt walk down the hall.

“Yeah, I think he’ll be useful…” Needles said before the two boys walked away.

–

Matt found out he had a few classes with Violet and his friends. The trio sat in the last row of the classroom and barely paid attention to classes. Matt turned his head a few times to check what they were doing: Dax was always writing down some stuff that wasn’t related to the class, Aaron had his chin on his hand, looking at some random mark on the wall with the expression of someone who was stoned and Violet was always looking outside the window daydreaming, It seemed she felt Matt’s eyes because she looked at him with that same intensity and curiosity she had in her eyes the first time they met and then, all of sudden, she smiled to him. Matt smiled back before he turned around to pay attention to the class again.

When they were leaving for lunch, Matt was stopped by Violet who grabbed his arm and guided him down the hall.

“So, the guys want to invite you to hang out with us tonight,” she said on their way to the parking lot.

“Oh, cool.” it was all Matt could say.

“Yeah, you see, we’re a very close group, I convinced them you’re cool and we can trust you, but even so, they want to see it by themselves. That’s what this is about, ok?”

“Oh, it’s fine. I understand,” Matt smiled.

“Hi Violet!” a younger boy waved to them while they were on their way to the parking lot. Violet only contorted her face and rolled her eyes.

“Hi Danny,” she said unamused.

“I made you cookies,” the boy gave her the treats and Violet took them with an unpleasant smile on her face before they walked away to meet her friends. The girl threw the cookies into the next trash can she saw.

“Hello, hello, Matty!” Needles greeted him when Violet and Matt reached the parking lot.

“Hi guys,” Matt said shyly, he was still intimidated by the other guys there.

“Don’t be shy, Matt. We’re friendly, aren’t we?” Dax said as he pulled a cigarette from his pocket.

“Yeah, and pretty soon we’ll be the best of the friends, won’t we, Vi?” Aaron said and Matt smiled.

“Yeah, pretty soon,” Violet smiled as she grabbed Matt’s arm.

“So, what about you coming with us tonight? Uh? We normally go out to eat some burgers, drink some booze, you know, teenage stuff,” Dax invited.

“Oh, cool, dudes. Yeah, I’m in!” Matt smiled and looked to Violet, it was nice of her letting him know first that her friends were trying to bond.

“Great! We pick you up by 10,” Aaron said and got in his car, being followed by Dax and Violet. Matt furrowed, it was lunch time, they still had classes after that. It seemed that they were skipping the last classes.

–

Matt waited in front of his place, it was a half past 10 and he had to take care to don’t be seen by his mom who thought he was in his bedroom. He heard a car coming closer and he smiled when he saw the bleached blonde hair of Needles behind the wheel.

“Matt, you’ll have to jump inside by the window. The door’s lockers are broken,” Violet informed as soon as the car parked in front of him.

Matt put half of his body inside the car by the window and then with a little help of Violet who was sat on the backseat, he managed to get inside the car, falling on Violet’s lap.

The teenagers headed to the neighbor city, a bigger city with a crowded downtown where they walked down the streets, passing to each other the bottle of booze that Violet had stolen from her parents.

Matt watched the other teens laughing and spinning around the light poles on the streets like they were pole dancing. Violet moved her hips sensually and did sinuous moves with her body around the light poles as she looked deep inside Matt’s eyes, biting her bottom lip with a sensual look in her eyes. She did that and then cackled a hysterical laugh. The girl was catching the attention of everyone who passed by, especially the men’s attention. Matt couldn’t tell if it was because of the booze or for some other reason, the girl was so hysterical.

She tried to spin one more time, but she lost her balance. She hit the ground with her knees and before she could beat her face on the walk’s concrete, Matt ran to grab her. Violet only laughed more hysterically, catching even more attention from the people around them.

Matt didn’t know how to react when he felt the girl clinging to his pants to stand up. She didn’t do it in an ordinary way, she clasped his pants like she wanted to take it off and she kept looking up at him with lustful eyes. And when her face reached the crotch’s level, she took her time to look at his crotch closer as she bit her bottom lip.

Violet was wild and her teases let Matt in doubt if it was a joke or for real. Anyway, it made an effect on him. He felt his cheeks burning and he probably was looking like someone who was hypnotized, letting aside his member that trembled inside his pants. Maybe it was because of his reaction that Violet started to laugh hysterically again, like she knew she had succeeded on her game, before she could completely stand up with a little help from Matt.

“You’re really cool, Matt,” Needles said as he took a drag of his blunt, getting closer to offer the bottle to Violet.

“Told ya!” Violet cracked, sipping the last drop of booze. “Aww the vodka is gone,” she whined.

“Let’s buy more,” Dax stood up with a certain difficulty, the boy had fallen on the ground too. “Here, I got this,” Dax took some money from his pocket, the other teenagers did the same and the amount wasn’t enough to buy another bottle of vodka.

“Well, I’ll find a way,” Violet smirked and walked away, swinging her hips and with half of the money in her hands.

“So, here’s the thing, newbie. We’ll get into that little market separately, ok? Violet will buy the booze and we’ll take care of the treats. Just pretend you don’t know any of us, right?” Needles said before he also walked away.

After all the others had left, Matt decided it was his time to go. Matt walked down the aisles, looking for his favorite chocolate bar when he saw with the corner of his eyes Violet talking to the guy behind the counter. She was leaning in his direction, which gave the guy a good view of her cleavage.

Matt couldn’t hear what she was saying, he just saw she flipping a stray of her hair and pressing her arms against her chest, squeezing her boobs together. The guy behind the counter couldn’t look at other things but her boobs. She said something and the guy denied, then she pouted and started to cry, a cute fake crying. It caused the effect she wanted because the guy handed her a bottle of booze.

While Violet was playing that scene, Matt saw Needles and Dax putting candies and other treats in their pockets. Matt would never still a thing, so he took his chocolate bar and walked to the guy, paying for his candy. The rest of the teenagers already had left the market.

“Have a good night,” the guy behind the counter said and Matt felt bad for him. How would he explain to the owner that he sold booze for a lower price to teenagers and that several products of the store had vanished away?

“Uh, yeah, you too… uh… Martin,” Matt read on his name tag. “You’re doing a great job,” Matt said and paid more than the chocolate cost, getting out the market without waiting for the guy check the money or anything.

“Did you say something?” Needles grabbed Matt by his collar when the boy got out of the store.

“No! I just wished him a goodnight!” Matt protested and he felt Violet pull the other guy away.

“I told you he’s cool!” Violet said, standing in the middle of the two guys. “If he had told anything, the guy would be running behind us right now, right?”

Needles nodded slowly, keeping his eyes inside Matt’s as he took the booze from Violet’s hand and sip it.

“Nice job there, Vi!” Dax cheered, high-fiving the girl.

“What a nice pair of boobs can do, right?” Needles said, grabbing Violet’s boobs and squeezing them, making Violet laugh.

“I wish I had a big pair!” Dax said, grabbing his chest and making a sensual face.

The group walked down the street singing random songs and dancing with weird moves as they passed the booze around. Violet shook the bottle in Matt’s direction but the boy passed it.

“I pass, I’m too tipsy now,” he chuckled and the others protested with a boo.

“C’mon! Open our mouth!” Violet said as she passed and arm around his neck and made him throw his head back. Matt laughed and Violet made it an opportunity to give him more booze. Matt almost choked himself, but he laughed after he had drunk the alcohol.

It was passed the 2 AM when they drove back, listening to this modern French song. He was lying on the back seat with his head on Violet’s lap, the girl was falling asleep as much as he was. The other two boys were the only ones who were alerts, probably due to the coke they sniffed earlier. Matt never had a crazy night like this one.

[artificialalice-blog]

[xdollxhousex]

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[jvzebel-x]

2011 ~ present 💝

sometimes, i have dreams.

&the tides pull me under: rip me apart.

toss me between the waves of the Styx junction,

run me down&mow me over with the ferry for lack of payment,

pyrite coin cracked between my teeth.

&i lose myself:

sink down to the bottom where the silt is made of crushed stars&pulverized dreams,

look down to see Nyx with her arms raised high,

parting realities&sorting timelines like delicate fingers over tangled knotwork.

when i open my mouth, lifetimes flood my lungs:

i am a thousand different selves from a thousand different realities,

an entire universe sprawling&branching,

tendrils of realities in every direction separated only by this decision here,

that pause there,

the choice in the middle.

&i stare into the eyes of an endless Goddess,

feel the universe that lives within me overlap&weave through endless possibilities,

&i know this is the promised land.

sometimes, i go through the promised land.

&the grass is never greener:

but, i think, that's perhaps the point.

fields of fresh flowers are heaven until the wolves come out to play,

&polished wooden floors look perfect until the termites chew through.

milk can't nourish those who can't drink it,

&honey will taste bland to tongues coated in white cane sugar.

but we were told there was a heaven, weren't we?

when we went to build the tower,

didn't it crumble,

crushed to dust by hubris like a double-edged sword:

a god who exists, but only in violence?

so we break down the walls, but the rooms within are bare--

so we assume we've been lied to, but perhaps we misunderstood.

language can be as flexible as reality,

&we bend&twist until the world looks like a kaleidoscope,

&through the stars&clouds&roses,

even a washed out back alley can be paradise, after all.

sometimes, i sleep in back alleys.

&the ground is cold,

but it never lied&said it would be warm.

&the night is young,

but it ages all those in it like the sand of an hourglass...

&we're all drowning.

but i would sooner drown than burn,

take the low road&risk the lap of the water

than the high one&risk the melt of the sun.

they say Apollo loved Icarus,

but every needle i've ever had pierce my skin felt like it loved me, too.

they say Daedalus was the survivor,

but it's the son with the reckless smile we remember, isn't it?

the god of my youth was terrifying,

had the mouth of my mother&the eyes of my father,

the teeth of the Sphinx behind scripture of hellfire for those like me.

they said that god loved me, too,

but it wasnt god who taught me how to love in those back alleys:

just waited for repentance when i crawled back on bloodied hands&knees.

sometimes, i beg god for help.

&they say this god never wanted blood as sacrifice,

but i don't know if he's ever accepted me without some of my own to offer first.

&they say this god is a loving one,

but i don't think he&i have ever defined love the same.

&they say this god is never wrong,

but why is he allowed to never be wrong if i'm still a mistake?

my mother told me once that i couldn't control myself:

described me like a wild dog with hell in her eyes,

told me prayer was the answer to the voices in my head,

said i could be perfect if i tried because i was her miracle from god.

but when a miracle is a river of blood,

when a miracle is a city buried in ash&a pillar of salt,

when a miracle is the prophesy of death within a dream...

what does it mean to be one?

sometimes, i have dreams.

[thechaoticfanartist]

Youth by Daughter + Grim and Anakin parallels

Shadows settle on the place that you left

Our minds are troubled by the emptiness

The Jedi Temple was the place that they left. Once it was full of light and now because of Order 66 it has been tainted by the darkness. Anakin's mind may not be troubled by the emptiness of life within the place he once called home, but Grim's mind is. There used to be so much life within the Jedi Temple and now it is gone.

Destroy the middle, it's a waste of time

From the perfect start to the finish line

Grim and Anakin's relationship was great at the beginning. They were close friends and Grim couldn't help but see Anakin as a brother, and Anakin saw the padawan as his little sister. As the war went on their friendship began to grow weaker as Grim avoided Skywalker knowing who he would become. At the finish line of the war Grim saw Anakin as dead, for all that was left was for him to become Vader. 

And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones

'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs

Setting fire to our insides for fun

On Mustafar all that is left is fire. In the end Anakin is destroyed by the flames.

Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong

The lovers that went wrong

Anakin was afraid to let go of Padmé and fell to the dark. Ahsoka had to leave the Jedi and Grim let her go.

We are the reckless, we are the wild youth

Grim and Anakin are both young and wild, and tend to be reckless and impulsive, never listening to their Master.

Chasing visions of our futures

Anakin has visions of the future that Grim knows of. Both of them wish to change this future for the better and to save lives. Chasing after the future in vain hope that maybe it can be changed. For the future isn't set in stone, yet tragedy seems to be destined for the two of them.

One day we'll reveal the truth

After the war  - if they hadn't failed. Both of them had planned to reveal the truth. Anakin would leave the Jedi to be with his wife, and Grim would tell the Council everything that would've happened and she would no longer hide the fact that she was from another universe.

That one will die before he gets there

On Mustafar Grim goes to kill Anakin. She is determined to kill him before Obi-Wan gets there. To end Vader before he can take any more lives. Anakin fights back against the padawan, also determined to kill her. Both thinking the other will die. Anakin doesn't know that Obi-Wan is coming but Grim does and she wants to make sure Vader is dead before he gets there. Or she might die before he gets there. In the end neither of them die, but Grim does lose an arm before he gets there.

And if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones

'Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone

We're setting fire to our insides for fun

Seeing what happened at the Temple broke Grim. She wasn't in the light, even standing by Obi-Wan and Yoda's side. She slipped into the darkness and her grief was replaced with anger and hate. Anakin's fear had long since turned to anger. The anger in their hearts matched the flames of the world around them as they faced each other on Mustafar.

Collecting pictures from a flood that wrecked our home

It was a flood that wrecked this

The "flood" here is Order 66, and their home is the Jedi Temple. Everything is gone and has been erased and the pictures of memories that existed for so long have been destroyed by the darkness.

And you caused it

And you caused it

And you caused it

Anakin caused the massacre at the Temple. Even if Grim wasn't there for it she saw the aftermath and she knows he caused it. Sidious may have given the order but Anakin chose to follow. He caused it.

Well, I've lost it all, I'm just a silhouette

I'm a lifeless face that you'll soon forget

In the end both of them die on Mustafar. Anakin Skywalker died long ago. Grim was fighting a ghost and she knew that in her heart. He was just a lifeless face, and Grim was left as a silhouette who had lost it all after Order 66. She had lost her family from Earth and now she had lost her family from Star Wars and in that grief she turned to the darkness.

My eyes are damp from the words you left

Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest

Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest

After Mustafar all Grim can think about are Anakin's screams. They haunt her every moment, knowing she could have stopped it. Knowing also that it could have been her and that Anakin could have chosen differently, chosen the light still. 

And if you're in love, then you are the lucky one

'Cause most of us are bitter over someone

Setting fire to our insides for fun

To distract our hearts from ever missing them

But I'm forever missing him

Grim mourns everyone. The Jedi. The Clones. The Light. All gone, as she tries so hard to distract her heart from missing them. However she will always miss her family, even the brother who betrayed her. She will miss Anakin Skywalker forever.

And you caused it

And you caused it

And you caused it

Anakin Skywalker made the choices he did in the end. Grim Kennet never spoke up. She lives with the guilt, and believes she caused it even if she never did the actions or spoke the words. The blood is shared on both of their hands. They caused it.