#⦗✦| I love how my first set of memes are based around bloody Christmas too GOD |✦⦘

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An ask meme / sentence starters based on lyrics from some songs I really like for this time of year!

The “//” means the other part is OPTIONAL! You can add that or make it it’s own thing entirely!

Under the Cut since there’s going to be quite a few...

► Cold December Night — Michael Bublé

With a heart on board so please be careful

Each year I ask for many different things

But now I know what my heart wants you to bring

So please just fall in love with me // this Christmas

I want something that lasts forever

So kiss me on this cold December night

Let's cozy on up by a fireplace

Dim those Christmas lights

I'm here, I'm yours for the taking

'Cause I don't wanna be alone tonight

► Beautiful Christmas — Big Time Rush

We'll decorate the halls with love and cheer

Under the mistletoe, Oh I've been waiting all year

As long as I got you here

► Baby, It’s Cold Outside — Michael Bublé & Idina Menzel

I really can't stay

This evening has been so very nice

I wish I knew how to break this spell

Mind if I move in closer?

You're very pushy, you know

I'd like to think of it as opportunistic

Gosh, your lips look delicious

But maybe just another dance more

Never such a blizzard before

You've really been grand but don't you see?

There's bound to be talk tomorrow

► Last Christmas — Ariana Grande’s Ver.

I hate that I remember

You left my heart a mess

But the very next day, you gave it away

I'll give it to someone special

Thought we belong together

I should have known better

You broke my heart with no warnin'

► All I want for Christmas is You — Michael Bublé’s Ver.

You broke my heart with no warnin'

I just want you for my own // more than you could ever know

Make my wish come true

No, I'm just gonna keep on waiting // underneath the mistletoe

I just want you here tonight // Holding on to me so tight

► Santa Tell Me — Ariana Grande

Don't make me fall in love again // if he won't be here next year

I'm trying to play it cool

It's hard to focus when I see [him/her/you] walking 'cross the room

I won't get in the mood

I'm avoiding every mistletoe // until I know it's true love that [he/she/you] think of

I've been down this road before

Fell in love on Christmas night

I woke up and [he/she/you] [wasn't/weren’t] by my side

Now I need someone to hold

it's hard to tell if this is just a fling or if it's true love

► Like It’s Christmas — Jonas Brothers

This is what it's all about

But as long as you're with me // It's always that time of the year

I can't deny what I'm feelin' inside

Nothin' fake about the way you bring me to life

Everyday that I'm with you

► This Christmas — China Anne McClain Ver.

I'm gonna get to know you better

How much fun it's gonna be together

Your eyes outshine the town, they do

► The Man With The Bag — Darren Criss ft. Adam Lambert Ver.

You're alright? Just alright? // Whaddya mean alright?

I just don't know how much longer I can wait

Hey, if it makes you feel any better

► Mistletoe — Justin Bieber

I'ma be under the mistletoe

I can't stop staring at your face

The way I followed my heart // And it led me to a miracle

'Cause I am feeling one thing // your lips on my lips

Kiss me underneath the mistletoe

Show me, baby, that you love me so

► Sleigh Ride — Meghan Trainor Ver.

it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you

Our cheeks are nice and rosy // and comfy cozy are we

We're snuggled up together // likе two birds of a feather would be

► I Don’t Wanna Spend Another Christmas Without You — The Ready Set

I have you on my mind

I wish you could be here tonight

So I could kiss you

So I could hold you one more time

All the signs seem to point in your direction all the time

I wish I could see you again

Because I never know // when you will be here with me

[a-musing-mixologist]

@amrefevr​ asked:

( CHRISTMAS PRESENTS ! meme 1 / ? ) there’s several presents with crowley name under their tree ; one contains an aged booklet of an assortment of pressed autumn leaves. for the angel knows winter is not a favoured season for the demon , thus he hoped to capture a piece of time for crowley in the preserved leaves. each artfully dried & then set within the pages , some were a touch crumbled as he was new handed at this , but all in tact , forever frozen in their autumn hues.

( CHRISTMAS PRESENTS ! meme 2 / ? ) another present was a hand knitted scarf of red & black with a matching hat & fingerless gloves. whilst it holds a resemblance to tartan , but the pattern was modelled after a more modern design & the colours melded together with an ease that had the knitwear appearing winter runway ready. or so aziraphale thought. the material is thick & soft , made to be warm as can be. 

( CHRISTMAS PRESENTS ! meme 3 / ? ) the next has two pairs of hand crocheted socks. one of grey & white , whilst the other is green & red. no cross pattern to emulate tartan whatsoever lays with these pairs. they are festive socks ! the first less so obvious in its grey base with white snowflakes , but the next is balant in its red base with a vibrant green tree as the top pattern.   

( CHRISTMAS PRESENTS ! meme 4 / ? ) then there’s a necklace. it’s chain is that of gold , although there is a silver one as well in the box. the pendant is that of the constellation serpens. it’s glorious appearance compares nothing to what crowley has seen in being there , aziraphale is sure , but this small recreation now set in resin was the best he could do. & one half is nothing without its other , thus there is another necklace of the same chain but this pendant is of ophiuchi. 

(CHRISTMAS PRESENT meme5/?)next one is the smallest of the lot,but inside there lays a single key. archaic looking&a touch grimy,it’s twin that aziraphale still had was much more worn&warped from use. it was the key to the upstairs bookcase,the enclosed glass one that was in the upstairs flat that held signed first editions of special meaning.everything within the case ranked a high material possession for the angel,kept under lock&key.except now that is, for what is his is now crowley’s   

They'd always gotten presents for each other.  Started sometime after that oyster thing in Rome.  Little things, casually given when love fancy struck. Christmas had always been yet another excuse to do so, even more lavishly, after all it was hardly out of place to exchange gifts on that particular morning.  But they'd never celebrated like this. With a proper tree and decorations... and... together.  Without fear of what Heaven or Hell would say.

The first gift, reverently opened, was met with wide eyes.  The leaves were beautiful – Maple, oak, poplar, and a myriad others, preserved in their flame-hued glory.  Long fingers brushed over the delicate foliage, tracing the curved edges of each in turn.  It was Aziraphale's handiwork, he realized.  There was a warm and familiar sensation that lingered over them, a gentle energy that buzzed softly beneath the pads of his fingers.  

   “These... they're beautiful, angel.”  Some were beginning to crack (as was his voice), but if Crowley had anything to do with it, they'd hold themselves together. Don’t you dare crumble, you’ll regret it.   Hold yourself together.  It was directed as much at himself as the leaves.  Crowley sighed.  As much as he wanted to linger on each and every page of preserved foliage, there were even more packages piled beneath the sharp-scented boughs. He set the book carefully down by his side, selecting another pair of cheerily-wrapped gifts.

The next two packages were of a more expected nature.  Sure enough, there was the winter wear.  The thick weave spread the same faint, sunlit warmth through his fingertips.  Aziraphale had made these, too.  Crowley swallowed down the mantra trying to worm its way into his thoughts, you don't deserve this, you don't deserve him, he's too good for you... his heart swelling in his chest even as they words formed.  The material felt supple, though not scratchy, providing enough insulation to help trap what little warmth his lean body created on its own. They were such simple little things, and yet... He'd prefer them to any riches.

   “You... You made these?  For me?”  The first set was trying very hard to not be tartan, and he couldn't help but grin.  It was his colors, at least. Even if it had been the blessed pattern, there was no way he'd ever be able to say no to it.  Despite being inside, protected from the December chill outside, Crowley promptly wrapped the scarf around his neck, nuzzling the fuzzy material, breathing in its scent.  He’d wear it until it disintegrated.  Boots and black dress socks were promptly discarded, replaced with the cheery red and green of the new pair, made just for him.  “I knew you had many talentsss.”  He couldn't hide the hiss, or the quaver in his voice.  You don't need to.  Not now.  Not ever.

      His inner voice could never seem to make up its mind.

There were more presents still.  He decided to pretend his fingers weren't shaking as he picked up the next, smaller, box.  He wore jewelry, if there was a piece that caught his eye.  It was often serpentine in nature, of course, but celestial themes were a very close second.  And these.... He held the pair up, the metal catching the light to reflect it back, as if for a moment they were the real thing, sparkling somewhere out in the winter sky above London.  His constellations... 

He swallowed thickly, holding them to his thin chest.  It was about the only thing he could so, since his voice had left him.  They're perfect, you're perfect.  I want to show you them, someday.  The real thing. He could feel the pinprick of tears at the edge of his eyes, and his glasses were nowhere to be found.  Curse them.  He blinked.  You don't need them.  Not here, not with him.  You’ve never needed them here and you know it.  

Crowley pressed himself closer to Aziraphale, silently turning to nuzzle his neck. He smelled like sunshine and books, wine and chocolate.  Like safety, like home.  His heart, pounding against his ribs like a trapped beast, began to calm. The tears still threatened to fall, but he refused to let them.  Demons didn't cry. 

     “Thank you, angel,” he breathed, once he was able to summon his voice back.  “They're amazing.  Incredible.”  He hissed a sigh against the blond's pale skin.  “It'sss more than I could have ever asked for.  You are... wonderful, my angel.”  He was more than wonderful.  There weren’t words enough for it.  Did he know that?  Did he realize?  Did Aziraphale know, gifts or not, that he was everything?  There was one more gift, a tiny thing that radiated importance.  Crowley reached for it, settling back against Aziraphale as he opened it slowly.

            Ironically, it was a key.  

Aziraphale would find one of his own, in another small box tucked beneath the tree's boughs.  Crowley held the cool, aged metal in the palm of his hand, staring.  It was too small to be the door key.  No, this one was to something even more personal.  He knew the case upstairs, had gotten a small lecture on its importance to Aziraphale.  

   “Y-you really want me to have this?”  His gaze shifted from the item in his palm to Aziraphale's face, bathed in a halo of holiday lights. He knew how much that case meant to the angel. And... The metaphor wasn’t lost on him.  This gesture, more than any other, was plain as day.  

          You’re holding the key to my heart in your hands.  

Perhaps the most treasured physical item the angel had ever possessed, and he was offering it freely to a demon.  Crowley shook his head, the dampness at the edge of his serpent's eyes spilling over.  Betrayed by his own bloody corporation.  He collapsed against Aziraphale's side, long fingers curling over the precious key, free arm sliding around the angel's torso to pull him close. 

        “I'll keep it sssafe,” he whispered.  “Guard it... you.. with my... everything.  'Sss'a promise.”