#Åland islands

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thomaswinge_photos

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Swans in snow

[caveguy22]

It was a foggy evening yesterday, well, evening. :)

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Åland Islands stamp of a tallship

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Moments from Mariehamn, Åland Islands, autonomous Swedish-speaking region of Finland🇦🇽

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Was a good day to take a picture 📸 at 8am

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Fight against AIDS | 1,00 + 0,20 € Åland Islands (2012)

[dieletztepanzerhexe]

The second leg of excavations started with a beautiful find of an unusually large head fragment of  a Clay Idol of the same type that was found over one hundred years ago when archaeologist Björn Cefdehvarf excavated the famous site of Jettböle in Jomala on the Åland Islands. Although more figurine fragments were found during excavations in Jettböle in 1999-2000 finds of these kind of Idols are very rare indeed.

Excavations of the Geta 16.9 site in 2021 produced 15 fragments of figurines of this same type including two head fragments but these were much much smaller in size compared to the one found today. All Clay idols seem to have had a flat spoon shaped body. The ornamantation usually consits of a netlike pattern.

Clay figurine from Jettböle.

[geographyisbetterandalphabet]

Åland national anthem

I

Landet med tusende öar och skär,

danat ur havsvågors sköte.

Åland, vårt Åland, vår hembygd det är.

Dig går vår längtan till möte!

Forngravars kummel i hängbjörkars skygd

tälja din tusenårs saga.

Aldrig förgäta vi fädernas bygd,

vart vi i fjärrled än draga

vart vi i fjärrled än draga

II

Skönt är vårt Åland när fjärdar och sund

blåna i vårljusa dagar,

ljuvt är att vandra i skog och i lund,

i strändernas blommande hagar.

Midsommarstången mot aftonröd sky

reses av villiga händer,

ytterst i utskärens fiskareby

ungdomen vårdkasar tänder

ungdomen vårdkasar tänder

III

Skönt är vårt Åland när vågsvallet yr

högt mot de mäktiga stupen

när under stjärnhimlen kyrkfolket styr

över de islagda djupen.

Ryter än stormen, i stugornas ro

spinnrocken sjunger sin visa

minnet av barndomens hägnande bo

sönerna lyckligast prisa

sönerna lyckligast prisa.

IV

Aldrig har åländska kvinnor och män

svikit sin stam och dess ära;

ofärd oss hotat, men segervisst än

frihetens arvsrätt vi bära.

Högt skall det klinga, vårt svenska språk,

tala med manande stämma,

lysa vår väg som en flammande båk,

visa var vi äro hemma

visa var vi äro hemma

1

[ˈlanː.dɛt meː(d) ˈtʉː.sɛn.dɛ ˈøː.ar ɔ(kː) ɧæːr]

[ˈdɑː.nat ʉːr ˈhɑːvs.voː.ɡɔʂː ˈɧøː.tɛ]

[ˈoː.lɑnd voːrt ˈoː.lɑnd voːr ˈhɛm.bʏɡːd deː(t) æːr]

[d(ɛ)i ɡoːr voːr ˈlɛŋ.tan tɪl ˈmøː.tɛ]

[ˈfuːɳ.ɡrɑː.vaʂː ˈkʉm.mɛl iː ˈhɛŋː.bjœːrː.kaʂː ɧʏɡːd]

[ˈtɛlː.ja dɪn ˈtʉː.sɛ.nɔʂː ˈsɑː.ga]

[ˈal.dri fœr.ˈjɛː.ta viː ˈfɛː.dər.nas bʏɡːd]

[ˈvart viː iː ˈfjæːr.leːd ɛnː ˈdrɑː.ga]

[ˈvart viː iː ˈfjæːr.leːd ɛnː ˈdrɑː.ga]

2

[ɧœnt æːr voːrt ˈoː.lɑnd næːr ˈfjæːr.dar ɔ(kː) sɵnd]

[ˈbloː.na iː ˈvoːrl.jʉː.sa ˈdɑː.gar]

[jʉvt æːr atː ˈvan.dra iː skuːɡ ɔ(kː) iː lɵnd]

[iː ˈstrɛn.dər.nas ˈblʊm.man.dɛ ˈhɑː.gar]

[ˈmiːd.sɔm.mar.ˌstɔŋ.ɛn muːt ˈaf.ton.røːd ɧyː]

[ˈreː.sɛs ɑːv ˈvil.li.ga ˈhɛn.dər]

[ˈʏt.tɛʂːt iː ˈʉːt.ɧæː.rɛns ˈfis.ka.rɛ.ˌbʏ]

[ˈʉŋ.doː.mɛn ˈvoːrd.kɑː.sar ˈtɛn.dər]

[ˈʉŋ.doː.mɛn ˈvoːrd.kɑː.sar ˈtɛn.dər]

3

[ɧœnt æːr voːrt ˈoː.lɑnd næːr ˈvoːɡs.val.lɛt yːr]

[hœgt muːt diː ˈmɛk.ti.ga ˈstʉː.pən]

[næːr ˈɵn.dɛr ˈɧæːɳ.him.lɛn ˈkʏrk.fɔl.kɛt styːr]

[ˈøː.vær diː ˈis.lɑːɡ.da ˈjʉː.pən]

[ˈrʏː.tər ɛnː ˈstɔr.mən iː ˈstʉː.goː.ɳas roː]

[ˈspɪnː.rɔk.kɛn ˈɧɵŋː.ɛr sɪn ˈviː.sa]

[ˈmin.nɛt ɑːv ˈbɑːɳ.doː.məns ˈhɛŋ.nan.dɛ buː]

[ˈsøː.nɛr.na ˈlʏkː.li.ɡast ˈpriː.sa]

[ˈsøː.nɛr.na ˈlʏkː.li.ɡast ˈpriː.sa]

4

[ˈal.dri(g) hɑːr ˈoː.lɛnd.ska ˈkvin.nʊr ɔ(kː) mɛn]

[ˈsviː.kɪt sɪn stam ɔ(kː) dɛs ˈæː.ra]

[ˈoː.fɛːrd ɔs ˈhoː.tat mɛn ˈseːɡɛr.vɪst ɛnː]

[ˈfriː.heː.tɛns ˈarvs.rɛtː viː ˈbæː.ra]

[hœgt skal deː(t) ˈkliŋː.a voːrt ˈsvɛn.ska sproːk]

[ˈtɑː.la meː(d) ˈmɑː.nan.dɛ ˈstɛm.ma]

[ˈlʏː.sa voːr vɛːɡ sɔm ɛnː ˈflam.man.dɛ boːk]

[ˈviː.sa vɑːr viː ˈæː.roː ˈhɛm.ma]

[ˈviː.sa vɑːr viː ˈæː.roː ˈhɛm.ma]

I

Tuhannen saaren ja luodon maa,

Syntynyt syvältä aaltojen alta

Ahvenanmaa, meidän Ahvenanmaa, kotimme se on

Me kaipaamme tavata

Muinaisia hautoja koivujen alla

Kertoo tuhannen vuoden historiastamme

Emme koskaan unohda isiemme maata

Ei ole väliä minne menemme

Ei ole väliä minne menemme

II

Ihana on Ahvenanmaamme lahdilla ja salmilla

Tule siniseksi kevään kirkkaina päivinä

On ihana vaeltaa metsässä ja lehdessä

Ranniememme kukkaisilla pelloilla.

Juhannusauvasta illan punaiselle taivaalle

Nostetaan halukkailla käsillä

Kauimpana kalastajakylässä

Nuoret sytyttävät majakat

Nuoret sytyttävät majakat

III

Ihana on Ahvenanmaamme, kun aaltojen vaahto

pyörii mahtavaa jyrää vasten

Kun kirkon ihmiset ohjaavat tähtien alle

Meren jäisten syvyyksien yli

Jopa myrskyn pauhuessa mökkien rauhassa

Pyörivän pyörän laulu lauletaan

Muisto rakastavasta lapsuudesta on

Pojat ylistivät onnellisesti

Pojat ylistivät onnellisesti

IV

Älä koskaan ole Ahvenanmaan naisia ja miehiä

Heittäkää heimonsa kunnia alas

Sodankäynti uhkasi meitä, mutta voitollisesti

Meillä on vapauden perintö

Äänekkäästi se kuulostaa, ruotsin kielemme

Kutsuvalla äänellä puhuttu

Valaise polkumme kuin liekkien merkintä

Näytä meille, mihin kuulumme

Näytä meille, mihin kuulumme

I

The land of thousand islands and skerries,

Born from deep beneath the waves

Åland, our Åland, our home it is

Thee we long to meet

Ancient graves beneath the birches

Tells of our thousand year history

We will never forget the land of our Fathers

No matter where we will go

No matter where we will go

II

Lovely is our Åland when bays and straits

Become blue in the bright days of spring

It's delightful to wander in forest and grove

In the flowered fields of our shores.

Midsummer pole to evening red sky

Is raised by willing hands

Farthest out in the skerry fisher village

Beacons are lit by the young

Beacons are lit by the young

III

Lovely is our Åland when the froth of waves

is whirling against the mighty precipice

When the church folks steer beneath the stars

Over the icy depths of the sea

Even when storm roars, in the cottages' peace

The song of the spinning wheel is sung

The memory of loving childhood is

Happily praised by the sons

Happily praised by the sons

IV

Never have Ålandic women and men

Let the honour of their tribe down

Warfare threatened us, but victoriously yet

We carry the heritage of freedom

Loudly shall it sound, our Swedish language

Spoken with an urging voice

Enlighten our path like a sea mark of flames

Show us where we belong

Show us where we belong

Close

[nordickies]

I love that you include small Nordic countries too! If it's okay to request, I'd like to see Faroe islands and Greenland 😘 (they look cute)

The first post of the year, and it's not even the main 5!

But thank you for the request, anon. I added Åland for you as well <3 The autonomous gang. Anyone showing any interest in my little OCs warms my heart, you have no idea how much it means to me!

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I saw @apersonwholikeslotus share some stuff about their ghosts au, and it inspired me to share a little bit more about the ghosts au I’ve been working on myself for well over a year now 💕. Big thank you to @ifindus and @nordickies as well as my friend Third over on discord for helping me out with this AU.

Ghosts, a hetalia AU.

ÅLAND/GERMANY: alive

In this AU, Linnea (Åland) & Ludwig (Germany) take Alison & Mike’s rolls. A young couple who move into a Manor House after a very far off relative of Linn’s passes away. After an accident, Linnea is left with the ability to see ghosts, unlike Ludwig who cannot.

DENMARK: 800s

A Viking arriving in britain right before the Danelaw began. Mathias never actually made it to battle, he tripped and fell onto his axe before he got there. Mathias is the oldest of the ghosts, but he doesn’t speak much English besides a few words he’s picked up overtime. Interestingly, he has an extreme reaction whenever someone mentions him helmet not having horns on it. Mathias likes to upkeep his Viking traditions, and forces Linnea to run a bath for him to sit in every week. Mathias has the ghostly ability to be able to touch and move things with enough effort.

NYO SCOTLAND: 1300s

An overly opinionated woman for her time, Bonnie was married off to a wealthy Danish man when she was young. The pair didn’t get along, she found him intolerable, and fucking stupid. Bonnie was poisoned by her husband on their trip down to the north of england. The second oldest ghost after Mathias, but the two struggled to interact with one another. Bonnie can be seen very faintly in photographs.

FAROE ISLANDS: 1400s

Gyða is the ghost I personally consider to have the most tragic backstory. The daughter of a king, and his servant mistress who had been stolen from her home. Gyða grew up never knowing who her dad was, and believing her existence was pointless. She was raised a servant, and threw her out of the highest window of the house on her 20th birthday. Gyða becomes good friends with Bonnie, who in her death helps her find her worth, which allows her to make peace and move on. Gyða’s voice can be heard by humans so long as she shouts/screams/laughs loud enough. She falls from the highest window in the house every night, recreating her death.

NYO FRANCE: 1536

A wealthy Tudor woman, heavily inspired by Anne Boleyn. Marianne was a mistress of Henry VIII between Boleyn and Seymour. She was beheaded after being accused of treason. Her ghost body can never find her head, but she does have the ability to float. She had a strong friendship with Cornwall, a pirate ghost who died not too long after her, who made peace before Linnea and Ludwig moved in.

NORWAY: 1662-1663

Aksel moved to britain alongside his family as a travelling band. They settled into a village, but were not very trusted or popular because of their pagan beliefs. When accused of witchcraft, aksel was the only one of his family who did not manage to escape and sail off to Iceland. He was burnt at the stake. He becomes best friends with Denmark after being harassed by the Viking. But he winds up learning old Norse from being unable to escape him. The two stick together like glue, aksel is more thankful for Mathias than he lets on. When stood close to Aksel you feel extremely hot.

SWEDEN: 1814

A figure of the Swedish government, Björn is in England to discuss the Sweden-Norway war and possible unification of the countries, along side his son. After a heated argument between him and his son, who will live on to become an infamous fictional serial killer in Sweden, he suffocates Björn in his sleep using his pillow. When we meet björn, he has no idea who killed him, and takes intense pride in his son. Björn likes to fill Aksel in on the “current” political system of Scandinavia (though, it is now very outdated). Björn has the ability to fiddle with lighting.

ENGLAND: WWII

What can I say? Cap is my favourite character. And the design is already made for me! I think Arthur was shot dead. He, similar to cap, had a lover who left the station to fight in the war. He makes peace and moves on when his former crush comes back to visit the house, and when Linnea goes out to talk to him, Arthur finds out his love was reciprocated.

FINLAND: 1986

The youngest of the ghosts! Aino was in britain on holiday, taking a tour of the old manor. She gets distracted by something, and in an attempt to hurry and reconnect with the group, they cross a frozen lake, which breaks and they die of hypothermia in the water. Aino herself is actually a relative of Linnea, her auntie who she never got to meet. Aino becomes an unexpected friend to Arthur, being the newest ghost the pair of them team up to try and get to the bottom of how the rest of the ghosts passed away. Aino is the opposite of aksel, when you stand too close to her, you feel colder.

There is more I could touch upon, but here you go!! My ghosts au, which I’ve been wanting to share for way too long now. You can probably spot all the ways I took inspo from the og show.

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Lemströms canal

[caveguy22]

I'm very proud of the lyrics to this older tune of mine:

We're living in the nighttime rain

Trying to find a way back home

Take the candle from my hand

Blow out the light

I will never follow you

Or take you back for reason

I will turn away from it all

I will let you down

Things have never felt this way

Like they were before

Caught the mouth , Hide the pain

Take me back my enemy

Things have never felt this way

Like they were before

Caught the mouth , Hide the pain

Take me back my enemy

We're living in the nighttime rain

Trying to find a way back home

Take the candle from my hand

Blow out the light

Stuck inside your molten mind

Your essence slowly fading

No words and no fears

Time will find you weeping

Things have never felt this way

Like they were before

Caught the mouth , Hide the pain

Take me back my enemy

Things have never felt this way

Like they were before

Caught the mouth , Hide the pain

Take me back my enemy

And if you are chasing the weak

Our path will surely reconnect

Time will come for you my friend

Since you have lost your way

 (Extra scrapped lyrics)

And you may lose your conscious

And if you are running astray

Make sure to hide the way

(continuation:)

Things have never felt this way

Like they were before

Caught the mouth , Hide the pain

Take me back my enemy

Things have never felt this way

Like they were before

Caught the mouth, Hide the pain

Take me back my enemy

Enemy

Enemy

Enemy

Shut enemy

Enemy

Enemy

Enemy

My enemy

It will be released, hopefully this year!

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Nothing too fancy, but I'm a sucker for flags and stamps and anything combining the two.

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Please reblog for a bigger sample size!

If you have any fun fact about Åland islands, please tell us and I'll reblog it!

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