hey there snowflake

who the fuck decided “my favorite things” was a christmas song

like what fucking radio exec was like, “you know what really makes christmas christmas? a song about not being scared, from a musical romance set during the austrian anschluss with the encroaching nazi menace as a backdrop. that sure sounds like something that embodies the yuletide spirit to me!!!”

were they like, “oh, hey, a lyric about snowflakes! and another one about sleigh bells! and silver white winters that melt into springs! DONE AND DUSTED THERE.”

were they like, “when the song says, ‘when the dog bites, when the bee stings, when I’m feeling sad,’ what they’re actually doing is listing things they want for christmas! which includes raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, for some reason. CONTEXT? WHAT CONTEXT?”

I let “we need a little christmas” slide even though it’s explicitly about celebrating christmas out of season, because at least it is about christmasy things and, you know, has christmas IN THE TITLE, but I will not stand for this gross misappropriation of rodgers and hammerstein.

((Hey @meet-miss-snowflake got me into joining this interesting and fun minecraft server, was told that some of the mods wouldn’t mind having some new peeps join. From what I can tell this server is a role playing / normal survival kind of server with a lot of helpful features such as /set home and other cool things like that! I’m going to be chilling on on here today, send me a msg if you want to join!))

anonymous asked:

"BUBBLEGUUUUUMMM!!!" Sham bursts in excitedly, hopping on his back with a wide grin, a potion in hand.


“Hey snowflake,” Will said weakly, smiling up at him and coughing into the crook of his elbow. “What’s this for?”

A Different Kind of White Christmas


I turned at the sound of Spencer’s voice and smiled at him. I loved that he was comfortable enough with me to come inside my house as he pleased.
“Hey,” I replied. “Right on time.”
“Always,” he said as he reached around me and snatched one of the still-warm pastries I was arranging on a platter. I swatted at his hand playfully as he smiled around the pastry.
“Hands off, Dr.Reid,” I threatened.
“What’s on the oven?” He asked, and I smiled.
“Have a look,” I offered, gesturing toward the oven. He flicked the oven light on and leaned down to look inside. I watched him smile slightly as he straightened back up.
“They’re snowflakes,” he said, and I nodded.
“Mmhmm,” I hummed.
“I like them,” he said.
“You’ll like them better when you can eat them,” I teased, and he nodded.
“You’re a bottomless pit,” I said.
“I have a high metabolism,” he argued, and I laughed.
“Whatever you say,” I said.
“Okay, hurry up, I have a present for you,” he said excitedly. I glanced at the clock on my wall and then back at him.
“It’s only six-thirty on Christmas Eve, Spence,” I pointed out.
“I know, I know, but I’m really excited for you to see it,” he said. I laughed at him as I dried my hands on a dish towel.
“Pull those out of the oven for me?” I asked, and he nodded. He used potholders and pulled the pan of snowflake cookies out of the oven. When he yelped, I turned around quickly to find him shaking his hand around.
“Whoa, you okay?” I asked.
“I’m fine,” he said, but I smiled knowingly as I reached out, taking his wrist in my hands, catching sight of a small, slightly irritated spot on his hand, between his thumb and forefinger.
“Come on, butterfingers,” I teased as I led him to the sink, where I ran cold water over the burn.
“Band Aid?” I asked. He shook his head but I grabbed one anyway, and he didn’t protest as I secured it over his hand and brought it to my lips, kissing it lightly. He smiled adorably, and I smiled back at him.
“You good?” I asked.
“Perfect,” he whispered and I laughed.
“Come on, Lover Boy, we have Christmas movies to watch,” I said.
“Wait, what about your present?” he asked.
“Midnight, Spencer. I’ve told you that, we can open presents at midnight.”
“That’s five hours, eighteen minutes, and twenty-eight seconds from now,” he complained.
“Yeah, I know,” I said. “But I am not opening or giving any presents until it’s Christmas.”
“Fine,” Spencer sighed. “What movies are we watching?” He asked.
“We have a bunch,” I said cheerfully. “The Polar Express, Miracle on 34th Street, It’s A Wonderful Life, a dramatization of The Nutcracker,” I listed. I smiled up at him as we headed toward the living room. “You can pick first.”
“I’ll go with Miracle on 34th Street,” he said.
“Lovely choice, Dr.Reid,” I said, turning on the TV as we both settled onto the couch under a blanket. I leaned against him and he wrapped his arm around my shoulders as the movie started to play.

“Alright, are you ready?” I asked.
“I’ve been ready,” Spencer replied, holding my gift out to me, a small box wrapped neatly in silver paper and tied with a blue ribbon. I smiled as I examined it and then glanced back up, meeting his hazel eyes.
“Who helped you wrap this?” I asked.
“How do you know I didn’t do it myself?” He replied.
“Because I’ve seen your hand-eye coordination in action, and let’s just say I’m glad that ‘Dr.’ in front of your name means you’re a profiler and not a surgeon,” I said, and he shrugged.
“JJ helped,” he admitted and I nodded.
“Okay, well, it’s almost midnight, and I insist that you go first,” I said.
“Okay,” he agreed, and he tore into the small package I’d handed him without further delay. When he opened the box, his face lit up.
“Where did you even get this?” He asked, pulling the photo frame out of the box. I smiled.
“Well, apparently our team caught our first kiss on camera,” I explained. “You can thank JJ and Emily for that one.”
He smiled brightly at me, and I knew he liked the gift.
“Thank you,” he said. “Now, you go.”
I obliged, carefully removing the ribbon and the paper to find a sparkly black box. When I opened it, I felt my jaw drop a little bit.
“Spencer, this is beautiful,” I said.
“Do you like it?” He asked anxiously and I nodded.
“I love it,” I said fiercely. “It’s absolutely gorgeous.”
“Look at the inside,” he said. I pulled the bracelet out of the box. It was silver, a solid, thin band with eight identical dangling charms. They were small snowflakes, adorned with sapphire jewels that sparkled in the light. When I looked at the inside of the cuff, I saw thin script, an engraving that read, “Always My Snowflake” , and I couldn’t hold back the tears that rose to my eyes as I looked up at him.
“Thank you, Spencer,” I whispered, leaning over to wrap my arms around him as he pressed his lips gently to mine.
“I’m glad you like it,” he whispered.
“I’m glad I get to be your snowflake,” I murmured quietly, and he smiled.
“Merry Christmas, (Y/N).”


Because I’m narcissistic and couldn’t decide which picture I wanted to go with. 
Hey fellow Snowflakes!! This is for the #snowflakefaces so..yeah, this is me!!

My name is Madeleine (although most people call me Maddy/Mads) and I’m from Western Australia (I moved here from England when I was 10). 
My favourite character from Carry On would have to be Baz, considering he’s the name on my URL thats not that big of a shocker. If I were to list all the reasons as to why Baz is my fav then this would be a very long post. So moving on. 
There are a thousand reasons as to why I love Carry On, but my main reason would have to be that it’s so real, it’s so relatable (minus the whole dragons and magic and vampires >.> ). It breaks down stereotypes and doesn’t just focus on the whole LGBT+ aspect which is what I bloody love most about it. Plus the sass. 
My favourite quote (which is really hard because I love quotes and this book is full of great ones) would have to be: 
“You’re so alive, Simon Snow. You got my share of it.” 
“You were the sun, and I was crashing into you. I’d wake up every morning and think, ‘this will end in flames.’ “ 
and of course:
“Nobody’s seducing a vampire.” 
Sorry that I don’t know the page number for these ;_; if anyone could help me out that’d be great!! <3 


Hey Snowflakes, its Theo, New zealand, 16 even though i look like a tiny potato.

My favorite character(s) are Baz and Agatha and I think my favourite quote is still: (after chapter 61)

 ‘Im not sure what we’re doing to be perfectly honest-but nothing’s on fire anymore. And I feel like maybe we’ve solved something.’ 

Idk why but I find it hilarious, it’s just so Simon.

Talk to me about this book, snowflakes <3

It wasn’t usual for Jason to be on the other side of the bar. Most of the time as soon as his shift was finished, he was gone like the wind. But tonight, he stayed not exactly knowing why. His eyes traveled to the familiar person sitting alone at the bar, swirling the stirrer of their drink idly. “Are you actually going to drink that or just stare at it?” He joked.

hey-there-snowflake started following you

Emma smiled to herself as she tightened her scarf around her neck. She reached up to catch a snowflake, letting out a soft giggle as she sang out the lyrics to an old song she knew “It’s peaceful, it’s quiet, and all through the town~ snowflakes are falling.. they don’t make a sound!” she grinned, and turned when she felt something nearby, head tilted. 

“Um.. hello?”

//where are all of you new followers coming from

bassofthebandmimidankiki-the-delivery-witchdrownedpotentialsingerthemoontoldmetosoiiwillfindmypathfemale-jack-frosthey-there-snowflakerah-rahsisterhood Sophie eyed all of the newcomers curiously. “Hi!” she chirped, looking up at you, “Who are you?”