#ya'aburnee

[oneawkwardcookie]

I think we could live forever In each other's faces 'cause I'll Always see my youth in you And if we don't live forever Maybe one day, we'll trade places

Eddie Diaz Week: Day 7 (July 12) - free choice

Thanks @piningeddiediaz for recommending this song for them!

[metaphoricalcolours]

every time i think about arsonist it just seems to get worse and a new layer seems to reveal itself to me. the ya'aburnee x arsonist parallel is always there, feeling like a loose bullet reaching straight into my heart, but what's staring at me right now is how halsey went from "but what's worse? telling you my feelings or to die without revealing that you got inside my head and set a fire there instead?" to a whole song about him and fire. the former was written in a completely different context from the latter and knowing that his name means flame, it could've been a sweet detail/anecdote in 2021 but oh boy does it hit different now...

[bigbluebeautifulthings]

Halsey - If I Can't Have Love, I Want Power

badlands / hopeless fountain kingdom / manic / if i can't have love, i want power / the great impersonator

all artists

[supermusicallee]

what's worse, telling you my feelings or to die without revealing? if you only knew how bad it hurt me too... love is just a currency, so take my pockets, take me whole. take my life & take my soul. YOU CAN TAKE THE MONEY, YOU CAN GET ON A PLANE to a beautiful island & build a house in my name-- i never loved you in vain. you know i swear i'd give you anything

[kvohru]

mean it literally - nejiten week '24

day 4 - يقبرني (ya'aburnee; arabic) a way to declare your hope that your loved one will outlive you, as it would be unbearable to live without them.

“That’s kind of how I feel about you,” Tenten said contemplatively from above, startling Neji from his position against the tree. He jumped ever so slightly, the book in his lap slamming shut. She frowned, still looking down at him. He was reading in their usual spot under that willow tree, and she had ‘snuck up’ on him. (In reality, she’d been standing behind him and reading over his shoulder for the past few minutes. Hardly being inconspicuous, too.) “That could not have actually scared you, Neji. I was literally humming as I walked up here.”

“You don’t exactly inspire danger, Tenten,” he replied drily, but there was no real annoyance in his voice.

He leaned back against the tree trunk, craning his neck back to look at her. “I was reading.”

She scrunched her nose cutely the way she always did, before dropping down to sit next to him. “And you’re a shinobi. You should be able to sense danger,” she argued absentmindedly, reaching over to open the book back up to the page he was reading. He appreciated the gesture—the instinctiveness of it, the casual affection in it— and he, in turn, angled it towards her.

She gasped, her brows furrowed and her mouth dropping open, “How dare you—”

His hand reaching to grab a leaf that was tucked between her hair effectively silenced her. “You were saying?” His eyes barely strayed from her face— from her wide brown eyes and the slight part of her lips, to the pink on her cheeks and her skewed bangs. She was beautiful, Neji noted without any surprise. It was something that didn’t shock Neji anymore, a realisation he’d long come to terms with. Tenten was really pretty.

“Don’t do that,” she breathed after a second, dropping her forehead on his shoulder, no doubt trying to hide how flustered she'd gotten. That was also something she had sort of gotten used to— Neji doing seemingly small things that would set off a torrent of butterflies in her stomach. And it was hard to play it off when things like this happened— he knew her too well for her to be able to hide it. So at some point… she kind of stopped trying to.

She just let it happen.

“You were reading, weren’t you?” She shifted next to him, pointedly avoiding his eyes and staring at the book in his lap. It was something about Suna (and the neighbouring lands?), but she wasn’t quite sure. Her leg pressed up against his, and when she leaned into his shoulder to read with him, the smell of her shampoo wafted into his nose.

“Mhmm,” he hummed, and she felt the vibration. “You said something when you came here. What was it?”

She pointed at a paragraph on the page, leaning her head against him. He didn’t mind. “I was talking about this,” she replied airily. “I said it’s kind of how I feel about you.”

Yo’burnee (يقبرني) is an Arabic phrase that directly translates to ‘bury me’, and it is a way to declare your hope that your loved one will outlive you, as it would be unbearable to live without them. It is often used as a way to express extreme affection, and in a more lighthearted manner (ex: “Yo’burnee jamelak”, translating to ‘your beauty buries me’)...

Neji stilled, his heartbeat picking up in his chest. He didn’t know how to approach this. They’d been stuck in this will-they-won’t-they limbo for so long now that he was sure nothing she could say or do could shock him anymore, but there he was. Blushing like an idiot over a vague, roundabout declaration of affection.

So instead, he wilfully missed her point. Danced around it and toed the line but not quite. Nudging her gently with his shoulder, he asked, “So you think I’m pretty, huh?”

And as expected, she rolled her eyes, pushing herself off of him to make a point. “I take it back. You’re the worst.”

(After a while though, in the quiet of the meadow, with no one to hear him but her, he whispered, “I feel that way about you, too, Tenten.”)

︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶

The first thing a very teary-eyed Tenten said to her (could’ve been dead!) boyfriend when she visited him in the hospital was, “I didn’t think you meant it literally, you dick!”

many, many, many months (and a war) later.

[rayan12sworld]

💠🧡ya'aburnee

By:slverlght

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

There is laughter and haste in the slippery streets, bustling with red and green, silver and gold; the icy air carries the off-key duets coming from the bars, and the strings of electric lights along streets and on buildings illuminate the snow-covered sidewalks.

There is an empty space where someone used to be, and Lan Zhan doesn’t know how to fill it.

or

wei ying goes missing. lan zhan goes nowhere.

Chapter:2/2

Words:29,582

Status:completed

Wei Ying would disappear in the morning. Lan Zhan would not. I wish I had loved you better, Lan Zhan would think.

~~

He’s not dead,” Lan Zhan replies plainly, as if that answered the question. He’s found the socks. The laundry is on his desk. “Do you believe he is, jie?” ~~

“Very well,” he says in the same neutral tone, devoid of any emotion. He needs to iron his shirt. “You bury him.” “I don’t—What?”, Yanli gasps. “You bury him, jie,” Lan Zhan repeats patiently, no trace of irony in his voice. “You bury me first. Then you go ahead and bury him. This is what will happen.”

~~

“He’s alive.” Yanli’s voice is trembling, but her expression is hopeful. “I know,” Lan Zhan deadpans. Water is wet, fire burns, Wei Ying is alive. I know. “Where and how?”

~~

It comes natural, because it has been waiting in his mouth for him to form the words for years. Forever, it seems. And once formed and said, the words slide off easy, and light. I love you. I wish I had loved you better, I do. But I will try. I will try.

~~

he thinks, all days are good family days when he’s with Wei Ying, Lan Zhan figures. Among their friends. With Lan Zhan’s family. With Wei Ying’s family, even with Jiang Cheng. As long as they’re together, he can’t find a reason to complain. As long as the two of them are together, there is not a reason to worry; the house will never be empty, but so won’t the table, and the car, and the bed. He will look in the mirror, and there will be Wei Ying reflected in it, and when he will turn to kiss him, he won’t disappear — he will kiss him back.

[iamnotawomanimagod]

sometimes Halsey will make little lyric changes to songs when they sing them live (or make new versions, like in the last option)

which lyric change is your favorite?

I'm the king of everything, my fucking tongue is a weapon

I've got a girlfriend now and she's made of gold

so save me your fucking prayers

got way better things to do, but I always think about her when I'm riding you

girl with pink hair ... "we need you" and honestly I think she was right

*changing "California" in Drive to the name of the place she's performing*

your love was just currency... you took my life, and took you my soul

*updating "15 million copies" to "40 million copies" in Die 4 Me*

Voting ended onDec 6, 2023

Song titles + original lyrics below!

1 - Young God - "I'm the king of everything and oh my tongue is a weapon."

2 - Haunting - "I've got a boyfriend now and he's made of gold."

3 - Nightmare - "so save me your [expletive deleted] prayers"

4 - Bad at Love - "We've both got way better things to do, but I always think about her when I'm ridin' through."

5 - 929 - "I met a girl with pink hair in Detroit and she told me, 'Ashley you gotta promise us that you won't die, 'cause we need you," and honestly I think that she lied.

5 - Drive - "California never felt like home to me until I had you on the open road"

6 - Ya'aburnee - "Letting all my insecurities devour me with certainty that love is just a currency, so take my pockets and take me home, take my life and take my soul."

7 - Die 4 Me* - "I sold 15 million copies of our break-up note"

(*technically the updated version hasn't been performed live yet but it's too good not to include b/c what a serve)

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