#easy icelandic

[whiskinaryheroes]

There are many rules in Icelandic, one of them being: Every thing / word has a gender. It divides into 3 categories:

Male (kk) Female (Kvk) and Genderless (Hvk)

Words that end with:

‘nn’ is male - e.t. Bolur = shirt, Bolurinn = the shirt = male

‘n’ is female - e.t. Hilla = shelve, Hillan = the shelve = female

‘ð’ is genderless - e.t. Barn = child, Barnið = the child = genderless

Mine and Yours, different gender ver.

Minn - þinn = male

Mín - Þín = female

Mitt - Þitt = genderless

Keep in mind that the gender of the words arent related to your gender.. how do I explain.. like, you still have to say the female things even if youre a male because the thing youre talking about is female ykwim???

But, in descriptive words you have to change it regarding the gender of the person / thing youre talking to

E.t. : Fallegur (m) Falleg (f) Fallegt (gl)

In this case, male often ends with ‘ur’ and genderless often ends with ‘t’

Im gonna stop yapping now im legit so tired, keep in mind that even tho im a native tjat doesnt mean tht im good at icelandic, I try to share my understanding to other people but please please note that im not an educated teacher and all that stuff + I HAVE NOT REREAD THIS FOR ANY ERRORS BECAUSE I CBA AND NO ONES GONNA READ OT ANYWAU BUT ILL XHECL TOMORROW JUST IN CASE I SPREAD MISINFO

[canisalbus]

I'm Italian and a new follower, ever since I saw the region where Machete is from I can't stop calling him Carmelo in my head since it's a pretty common name there and Vasco speaks with a Tuscan accent in my head now( I love how they pronounce the letter C even if people sometimes makes fun of them for that)

It's always really fun hearing about any Italians that like my work and characters, because you guys obviously have the insider knowledge I (a Finnish person) am not privy to. If you say Machete looks like a Carmelo I have hard time doing anything but nodding and going "ah yes, sounds legit, you probably know your Carmelos better than I do".

[foxcassius]

why are all the instagram girlie fashion brands so into cotton for their winter clothes. girl make it in wool

[layzeal]

Tell me about sachi ❤️

oh yeah sure hold up.

here you go!

[rival-the-rose]

Ok I wanna be a lil bit of a smug dick for a second.

So I started leasing this horse in July, I didn't meet her owner for several weeks but a mutual friend showed me out to the barn. The horse was easy to catch but not stoked to see us, but every time I went out she got more and more friendly and will now even walk up to me in the paddock instead of making me walk all the way to her.

Fast forward a few weeks tho and I went out with her owner and she RAN AWAY from us in the field! She really clearly did not like her owner (who seems fine but treats her like a toy poodle rather than a horse with autonomy) and was standoffish the whole time she was there.

The horse does have a habit of bolting right when you take off her halter which I've been working on, and last week she really didn't seem to want me to leave at all 🩵 she came up to the gate after I closed it and nickered for more scritches 🩵

And everyone at the barn keeps telling me how much happier she seems now I'm riding her, like an actual difference in her daily attitude, and being shocked at how affectionate she is with me, and how much she's learned since I started working with her... It's really sweet how much everyone cares about her even though she's not theirs.

What's wild is that I've only even been clicker training her for two weeks, all of these changes were happening before I started giving her snacks all the time and I also know that her mom gives her treats all the time. Turns out respecting a horse's body language, petting "consensually", and training in a consistent and predictable way does more for your relationship than just infinite cookies!

[baluciarz]

💎 or ⭐️

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[chenopodiumlang]

thinking of taking a children's book (from those available for free at mms.is) and doing a read along with like vocab lists and basic grammar explanations

[casualfruit]

A moulin has its own gravity.

More than what ties us to the earth.

The pull is much stronger, like invisible arms

tugging at my sleeves.

It reaches out, beckoning, whispering

“come down, join us, come and see what lies beneath. 

Come and witness the divine mysteries.”

The roar of water becomes a rush of voices,

crying out in rapturous wonder as they tumble

into the blue.

I long to join my own voice to that choir.

This is not suicidal.

I know that if I make the plunge, I will almost certainly die—

but death is not the void that’s calling me.

It’s something deeper.

Something older, yes, older than death,

older than life, older than the stars,

maybe older than God.

It has its own gravity.

[seoafin]

morgan!!! i am dropping by to wish you infinite good vibes and an even better week ahead 🫶🏻✨✌🏼 i am also curious!!! what cuisine do you find yourself reaching for the most?? (i saw that you’re back from your trip & having viet!!! i hope the roundabouts didn’t give you a headache… 🥲)

helloooo friend!!!! thank u for the good vibes wishing them right back for you!!!! i actually live in chinatown which means i have dumplings like every other week LOL you really can't beat chinese food tbh but yes i had bún thịt nướng yesterday which is grilled pork on top of vermicelli noodles and pickled veggies and saunce and it was sooooo good. it's actually kinda funny because i was reykjavik literally yesterday and i ate at a vietnamese restaurant called vietnam restaurant (don't @ me i was craving rice 😭)

[draugariki]

drafting a fic set in the viking age and it is becoming a struggle to choose a human name for denmark - matthias is anachronistic for the period i'm writing and magnus is also my name, so it feels kinda weird to use, but none of the other more period-authentic names feel like they suit him (:

[whiskinaryheroes]

I love icelandic-english! 'Tjillaðu' is not a real word BUT if you read it outloud: chillaðu -> be chill ! Another good example is 'ðí ameríkan drím' this is incorrect in icelandic in so many ways, like ð is never allowed to be the beginning letter of a word BUT icelandic-english is all about the pronounciaton of it outloud! So its read as 'The american dream' YKWIM? Its like katakana in a way!

E.t. 1:

Icelandic-english:

váv dis börger iss rílí gúd! ver dit jú gett itt fróm?'

Read outloud as:

Wow this burger is really good! Where did you get it from?

Actual icelandic:

Vá, þessi hamborgari er mjög góður! Hvar fékkstu hann?

E.t. 2:

Icelandic-english

Hei gæs æ ríllí hef tú gó ná, meibí ví kenn plei onn vensdei?

Read outloud as:

Hey guys I really have to go now, maybe we can play on wednesday?

Actual Icelandic:

Hæ krakkar, ég virkilega þarf að fara núna, kannski gætum við spilað á miðvikudaginn?

[arlathen]

starting avowed over again bc not having godlike features was breaking my #immersion. anyway I run into this problem with poe too but naming a character is such an event because the cultural inspirations, with the exception of like valians, are SO specific and uncommon.

[echotunes]

sob emoji

[prettylittlesims-88]

Title: Icelandic (and Finnish) Girls Are Easy

INT. airport

- DAY

ARIA MONTGOMERY, her parents, ELLA and BYRON, and her brother, MICHELANGELO, drive back from Philadelphia International Airport after returning from Iceland.

MICHELANGELO: (excitedly) Omigod, trees. I’m so happy to see big fat trees.

Aria groans as Michelangelo marvels at the scenery.

ARIA’S VOICEOVER: Despite the memories of Rosewood, a new start in Iceland had been refreshing. But now, returning to Rosewood brings back memories she'd rather forget.

INT. ARIA'S HOUSE - DAY

Aria's family arrives at their old house in Rosewood. Aria feels overwhelmed by memories of the past.

ELLA: (to Aria) Can you drive Mike to basketball practice?

ARIA: (reluctantly) Um, Mom? I don’t have my license.

ELLA: (insistent) You drove in Reykjavík all the time. Just wait for him until he’s done.

Aria sighs and agrees, pondering over her parents' relationship.

EXT. Basketball court - DAY

Aria drives Michelangelo to basketball practice, feeling disenchanted with Rosewood.

INT. SNOOKERS - DAY

Aria sits at the bar, feeling out of place in Rosewood. She strikes up a conversation with a guy named EZRA.

EZRA: (to Aria) You lived in Iceland? I once spent a few nights in Reykjavík.

They bond over their love for Iceland and their experiences there.

INT. SNOOKERS - DAY (LATER)

Aria and Ezra continue their conversation, sharing stories and getting to know each other.

EZRA: (putting his hand on Aria's knee) I'm Ezra, by the way.

ARIA: (giggling) Whoa.

INT. SNOOKERS - BATHROOM - DAY

Aria and Ezra head to the bathroom together.

EZRA: (nervously) Can I come?

ARIA: (hesitant) I mean, uh...

She takes his hand, and they head to the bathroom together.

INT. SNOOKERS - BATHROOM - DAY (LATER)

Aria and Ezra share an intimate moment in the bathroom, caught up in the passion of the moment.

[what-even-is-thiss]

Some free or inexpensive comprehensible input, audio and video lessons, and listening practice stuff for popular languages because idk I felt like googling some stuff today

Arabic: Yale k-16 interactive reading, Arabic Comprehensible, Egyptic

Bengali: Bangla Shekho, Bengali Fairy Tales

Chinese (Mandarin): Comprehensible Chinese, hackingchinese.com, Acquire Mandarin, Comprehensible Mandarin, Blabla Chinese, Easy Mandarin, Mandarin Click

English: English Comprehensible input for ESL beginners, Dreaming English, EnglishClass101, British Council LearnEnglish, News in Slow English

French: French Comprehensible Input, alice ayel, Easy French, innerfrench.com, Little Talk in Slow French, Francais Authentique

German: DW Learn German, Naturlich German, Comprehensible German, Easy German, Löwenzahn, Deutsch Direkt, Learn German With Falk

Greek (modern): Natural Languages TRPS Greek, Helinka, Hellinic American Union, Easy Greek, Greekpod101

Greek (ancient): Easy Latin (Greek Course), Alpha With Angela (biblical [Kione] Greek), Chihon Teaches, Ancient Greek in Action, Athenaze

Hebrew: The Hebrew Adventure, Free Hebrew (Biblical Hebrew), Hebrew Time, thehebrewcafe.com

Hindi: Comprehensible Hindi, HindiPod101, Hindi TV, Easy Hindi

Hungarian: FluentBox, Magyar Hungarian, Speak Hungarian With Angie, Easy Hungarian,

Icelandic: Icelandic For Foreigners, icelandiconline.com, Ylhyra, Viltu laera islensku,

Italian: Italian For Americans, Easy Italian, Learn Italian With Lucrezia, teacherstefano.com

Japanese: Comprehensible Japanese, DailyJapanese, Akane Japanese Class, iroironanihongo, Japanese Immersion With Asami, Speak Japanese Naturally, Learn Japanese with Tanaka san,

Korean: Comprehensible Input Korean, Korean Patch, Immersion in Korean, Intuit Korean, Learn Korean in Korean, Hello Jadoo, MAVOCA, Storytime in Korean, Talk to Me in 100% Korean

Latin: Easy Latin, ScorpioMartianus, Quomodo Dicitur?, Found In Antiquity, The London Latin Course

Portuguese: Teach Yourself Portuguese, The Sounds of Portuguese, Portuguese With Leo, Easy Portuguese

Russian: Comprehensible Russian, Easy Russian, About Russian in Russian, Russian With Max, Russian from Russia, Real Russian Club

Spanish: Dreaming Spanish, Teacher Catalina. Hola Spanish, Easy Spanish,

[snoopyhq]

Jealous viktor + reader 🙏

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ so with my best, my very best, i set you free

(i love laufey 🗣️ her cover of "i wish you love" with the icelandic orchestra? 2:49 of heaven)

type: viktor x reader

summary: headcanons and a drabble of jealous viktor. headcanons are pre-relationship, the drabble is the established relationship ✪ ꨄ︎

word count: 2415

a/n: OMG FIRST ASK I'M SO HONORED I'M SO EXCITED YIPPEE !!! will be working on the others whenever i have the time, but TRUST i am plotting and scheming <3 any other askers, feel free to drop by! i hope i did your request justice, dear anon.

It was unfair to you, and to him, in his most miserable moments of pure self-pity

Viktor envied those who were healthy. He wished he wasn't born with the circumstances he was dealt. He would trade anything to spend one day with a respiratory system that didn't choke him from the inside out every time he took a breath

He was jealous of you, initially, when you first met

You seemed to have it so easy

Easy laughter, easy conversation, easy friends. You had an established life, you were loved, and you held yourself together with such ease that he sometimes wonders how much you're really holding back

He feels bad for assuming you were dealing with awful problems. But it was very likely. I mean, who was truly that... happy? Well off? At ease with themself and their role in the world? He was probably projecting

And then you somehow, by all the miracles a human could possibly be granted, managed to worm your way into his life and secure yourself there too

Viktor vehemently rejected you at first. He was much like a stray cat. You just gotta continuously give them love on their own terms, and often times, it was slow, and that concept applied to Viktor too

It started with small things. Brief greetings where you called him by name

"Good morning, Viktor."

"Nice to see you here today, Viktor."

"Viktor, you have a good night ok? Get home safe."

Including him in conversations. Commentary about how you two just happened to be in the same place at the same time. The library, a cafe, randomly in the middle of a bustling street

You always had that breezy way of acknowledging things. What a nice coincidence. It was all genuine

You were pleased to be surprised by his presence

Wordlessly holding the door for him, even if you really didn't have to wait. But it was never a big deal, so

He pushed it away. Brushed it off, and tried to forget about it, but those little moments kept circling through his mind like an irritating tape he couldn't dislodge from the disc player, and turning the TV off wasn't doing shit when those scenes were basically burned onto the screen

Like the natural progression of the lunar cycle, Viktor found himself unconsciously expecting you in his life

He can't remember a time when you weren't

Your greetings, your little gestures of kindness, that skill of small talk that meant so, so much to him were cherished like an altar of worship

While he was in no way, shape, or form completely opening himself up to befriending any more people, he began to feel much more natural with you and others you gave your time to

Which brought him to his current bit of emotional turbulence

That prickling in his chest whenever he saw you with other people, giving them your precious words and quality time? Yeah, he shouldn't be feeling this

You were allowed to have other friends! You had people in your life before him, and it doesn't mean you consider him any less just because you spent a moment or two with someone else!

He would tighten his grip on his cane, those mantras feverishly chanting in his mind as he walked in circles, attempting to reign his emotions into a more rational state

He had no right to feel jealous like this, but he couldn't help it

Jayce was his only real companion before, and now that he was a council member, he had less time for Viktor. He had the city to nurture and shape, a big responsibility. The loneliness of the lab was barely a noticeable shift from before

Now, you arrived as if by careless chance, giving him another glimpse, another hit of company, and it was maddeningly cruel to have those doses be in such short time frames

He was given what he needed and wanted, but never fully

Accepting that reality was going to be harder than accepting you truly wishing to be around him, in all his sardonic glory, his blunt nature that had most other people walking away. Just not you

To grapple with this selfish desire was humiliating

He was fully aware of how innately human it all was. If only it were easier. Someday.

For now, he would wait and bask in all the attention and friendship you offered him so willingly

You stood in front of your mirror, going over your carefully put together look one last time. You wanted to look good, and having the outfit fall into place like how you planned it in your head always gave you an extra boost of happiness before you left the house. Straightening the collar of your top one last time, you were finally satisfied.

Viktor was waiting for you in the living room. He stood up when you finally appeared, greeting you with a kiss to your cheek and a murmured "You look enchanting, as always."

You laughed and hugged him.

"And you're dashing, as per usual."

With your arm linked through his, the two of you went on your way. He had planned the date tonight. The winding route led to the sparkling, five-tiered fountain that marked the center of the shopping fair. The flowing water sparkled and danced beneath the fairy lights strung through the evergreens surrounding the space, and orchestral music floated up from where the quintet performed.

You two often went here after a long, stressful week, dining at one of the outdoor tables and idly chatting before hitting a couple stores. Most of the time, it would be the bookshop, the local woodcarver, and then the bakery. You had made it a tradition to buy one another a sweet treat, and it was always a delight to see if your guesses of enjoyment would be met or not.

There was certainly not a lack of other people around you, many of whom were also hand in hand. The center was a popular spot for local students and couples to unwind and spend time together.

When you both had your fill of sights and perusing your respective comforts, you made your way back to the fountain. The musicians had struck up a lively waltz, and many were dancing along now. Both of you shared a look, and moved to join in, albeit towards the edge of the crowds.

Dancing with Viktor was one of your favorite activities. He moved with such assuredness and care for your space, making him all the more captivating in his graces. The respectful placement of his hand on your waist, never going too far and risking your discomfort in public, and never straying away lest he appeared bored, Viktor made sure you were his priority.

After the song concluded, you spun Viktor around slowly to the rhythm of the music drawing to a close, dipping him into a kiss during the final note.

His cheeks were slightly flushed, both from the exertion and from your affection.

"I'm going to grab a drink. We can head home after, if you'd like," you told him, head leaning on his shoulder as he walked with you back up the steps.

"That's perfectly fine. I can hold your bag while you do that."

Oh, Viktor. Ever the gentleman.

You went inside the establishment, and ordered yourself a shirley temple with sweet cream, fully planning to share with him. You knew he had a penchant for the more saccharine in terms of taste. While you waited to order, another patron joined you after placing their order.

"Busy place tonight, isn't it?" they commented.

You turned your attention to them, surprised a stranger was making conversation with you, but you didn't mind. All harmless small talk, after all. You would be leaving soon anyways when your order was finished, so why not pass the time with pleasantries?

"It's one of the most popular cafes around here," you replied. "Friday nights always means live music, so people love to flock here. I should know. I frequent here often." you finished with a smile, and received one in return.

They continued engaging you in conversation, and you soon realized it was taking a bit for your drink. A shirley temple wasn't complicated, and you were worried something was wrong. Maybe they were short-staffed tonight? Did an accident occur in the back?

"Are you worried about your drink?"

"No, not really. More so the workers here," you were honest. Some of them were fellow students you see at the academy, and others knew you as a regular, and you had grown quite fond of the staff as they were of you.

"That's a surprise. You're very sweet."

Their order quickly arrived, and they bid you farewell before departing into the night. You walked up to the counter, asking if everyone was ok. The barista reassured you, saying it was only going to take a little while, and that everything is alright now. Relieved, you went back to your perch.

Outside, Viktor was waiting anxiously. This was taking a lot longer than he had anticipated.

When someone emerged from the cafe, he was tempted to get up and ask them if they'd seen you in there.

Yes, my partner. About this tall, very beautiful eyes, a smile you can't miss. Have you seen...?

God. He was contemplating approaching a stranger just to inquire about you. Luckily (or was it?) for him, they must've sensed him sneaking glances at the cafe and at them, because they approached him cheerily.

"You look a little lost. Need some help?" they asked.

"Oh, it's alright. I'm just waiting for someone."

At that, they perked up.

"It wouldn't happen to be someone wearing the same colored blouse as your vest would it?"

Yes. It was. He confirmed it.

"That's perfect actually! I was just talking to them, and since you know them, do you think they would be interested in exchanging contact information with me? They were quite lovely company, and I wouldn't mind getting to know them better."

Viktor could feel his heart drop and the temperature in his soul rise several degrees. What was going on? Where were you? What had happened in those minutes that you were gone?

"I will... ask them," he attempted to keep his tone even. "Mind giving me your contact information to pass along?"

The stranger happily handed Viktor a piece of paper, their messy scrawl sending a sting of irritation through him. That penmanship was not worthy of you, and would certainly not compare to the intricate scripting of his own handwritten notes and letters to you.

When you finally rejoined him, you could tell immediately something was off. You questioned him about it, and he huffed, telling you not to worry about it as you walked home. He didn't even pay any mind to the bag that hung on your arm, too caught up in his insecurities and worries.

That stranger was so much like you. So approachable. Good conversationalist. He couldn't help but imagine a scenario of you two getting along a little too well, and that made something deep inside him hurt. Clearly, he wasn't as good as keeping his thoughts off his face as he believed, or you had simply gotten better at understanding him, because you promptly asked him again.

"Come on, Viktor. Talk to me. What's going on in that beautiful mind of yours?"

"If you knew the full extent of what I'm thinking of, you wouldn't be so quick to call my mind beautiful," he grumbled tersely.

"You can't judge my reaction for me. Spill."

He bit the inside of his cheek. Finally, he confessed. It felt like ripping out stitches from his tongue.

"... someone at the coffee shop. They asked me if I knew you, and then asked if you would be interested in their contact information."

At that, you raised an incredulous eyebrow. Ah. You were blissfully oblivious of the jarring events.

"Viktor, I promise nothing is wrong. We were both waiting for our drinks, and they happened to be making small talk with me. That's all. I love you with my whole heart, and no one else can ever--will not ever--compare."

His heart fluttered. He knew that was the realistic truth, but it was nice to hear reassurance from you anyways.

"You mean it?" he asked.

"I mean it," you said sincerely.

Setting your bags and drink on the nearby bench, you swept him into your arms and twirled him around beneath the streetlight's warm glow.

"I love you," you declared, hands holding his face tightly. Your thumb brushed against the beauty mark above his lip. "And if you ever need reminders of that, you tell me immediately. I will literally drop everything and make sure your doubt disappears completely for as long as I can hold it back."

He gazed into your eyes, his own now slightly misted. Their glossiness reflected warmth and adoration as he took in your face. Seeing the conviction there did something to him. He didn't know what, but he found himself giving in to the urge to just close the distance and kiss you right then and there, open street be damned.

It began to snow. He only realized when he parted from you, the taste of your chapstick still lingering. He looked up, watching the delicate flakes be illuminated by the warm, golden glow. If there was a visualization for the love he felt, it would be that he decided. It all just built and built from all the little things, and filled him with such life it almost hurt.

"We should go home," he whispered, looking back at you.

"Oh yeah, we should. I was going to tell you!" you gasped, running back for your drink and the bag. "They gave me extra cakes and rolls. The last ones of the specialty desserts before their next seasonal delights, so we can share them." you beamed.

"Really? That's quite generous of them."

He wasn't surprised. You were just so damn lovable. He would give you all the baked goods you desired and more, if only for another smile from you directed at him. His fingers intertwined with yours, fondness consuming him as you chatted about the different flavors of the desserts, which ones you were most excited about, and which ones you think he'd like.

He had to agree with your assessments. A dark chocolate and orange mousse did sound quite appealing for him. He already knew he'd let you have the last bite, regardless.

"Oh, and Viktor?"

"Hmm?"

"You can throw away the contact. I don't need it."

I already have you.