#jól í latabæ

[queerbauten]

"Bio, what are you doing?"

listening to "Aleinn um Jólin"

"Bio, it's August 22. Why on Earth are you listening to 'Aleinn um Jólin'?"

because I've lost control of my life

[sportaspoons-crystal]

i will never get over how dirty trixie/halla was done when the tv show was made

like in the plays (more specifically GGIL and jól í latabæ) she had some amazing character development

not to mention the two songs she has in both those plays which are also absolute bangers and heartbreaking at the same time, in the tv show she doesnt even have a song of her own

she was also a complex character, for example her song ‘Ég á mér ósk’ in jól í latabæ, she sings about how shes sad she cant celebrate christmas because she comes from a poor and unloving family, in the show shes just a flat character, especially in seasons 3 and 4

also they took away her slingshot in the show :(

[jivesjunkfood]

well at least i have jól í latabæ

[toxic-gin]

Jól í Latabæ ~ Aleinn um jólin

Crying my eyes out at this, I've never heard this before...my lonely beloved THIS is why I made Sparkie that way neither of us are EVER alone again...

[rosemaryrockor]

so seemingly the only yt channel that housed the english translation for the entirety of the 2001 Christmas audioplay, Jól í Latabæ, got terminated and i cant find it anywhere else. and chris crow has been radio silent for the past year.

thankfully, my best friend didnt have the focus for watching it, so days prior i committed the entire translation to a google doc. cheers

all translation credits, obviously, to chris crow and the ever-mysterious Fiverr Kristófer, abolutely recc this blogpost abt the translations

[lazytown-music]

Aleinn um Jólin from Jól í Latabæ

[poploppege]

He really just gave us everything we wanted

[cutecutejames]

Songs in Jól í Latabæ

Síggí: I totally saw the real Santa!

Solla and Halla: We're gay and Christmas shopping!

Goggi: E L E C T R O N I C S

Jives: Guess I'll make the most of Christmas by myself!

Glanni: There is a burning void of loneliness that is in a constant and infinite conflict with my rejection of functioning society for the very reason that they have rejected me. Spite and harshness are the coats I wear to insulate from the painful needles of my cold isolation.

Milford: ...How about a classic folk song with silly puns!

[aleinnilatibae]

Bleikur Kjóll

A bit of Jól Í Latabæ fic that I just wrote because I can’t get the HC out of my head that Halla bought Solla that pink dress.

“H-Halla…” Solla said, pressing her whole face against the nearest store window, “W-wow! Look at that beautiful pink dress!”

Hall stopped, and turned to look at her friend in disbelief. “Pink dress?” she asked, incredulously, “You think that the mayor would want a pink dress?”

Looking at the dress in the window, it looked a bit too SMALL for their dear old mayor, too.

“No, Halla,” Solla said, finally breaking her gaze away from it, “For ME, you sill goose! Look, it even comes with shoes and a bag!”

Halla suddenly got an idea.

“Look, I can’t hold all of these packages for much longer!” Halla complained, ushering her friend along, but a plan was hatching in her mind…

-

As they passed that same store again on the way to the mayor’s house, Halla put her plan into action.

“Uh, Solla? I have to used the bathroom,” Halla said, placing all her bags down on the ground. “Would you watch these for a minute?”

“Sure, Halla,” Solla said, “But remember, we have to get to the mayor’s house soon!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Halla said, ducking into the clothes shop.

“Hello, little one!” boomed the shopkeeper, “Can I help you find something?”

“Listen, buster,” Halla said, cutting directly to the chase, “I am GOING to buy that pink dress you have in the window, and there is NOTHING you can do about it!”

The shopkeeper blinked, looking slightly taken aback. “Um. That is…fine? That’ll be…that’ll be 3500 króna.

Halla shook her head. “No, no, I’ll give you 2500 for it. No more.”

He looked even more confused. “This…this isn’t a store where you can really HAGGLE,” he said carefully, looking at her like she would fly off the handle at any moment.

He wasn’t far off.

“Well tough bananas…EDVARD,” she said after squinting at the name on his name tag, “Because I’m not leaving here without that dress!” she exclaimed, pointing dramatically at it. “My best friend in the whole world wants that pink dress, and she deserves that pink dress for being so nice and kind, and I am going to give it to her, no matter what!!”

Edvard furrowed his brow, considering for a moment, and then sighed. “Okay, fine. I think I can get you a…discount. Because it’s Christmas Eve and all. But I can’t go ANY lower than 3000 króna.”

“What?! Are you CRAZY??” Halla said incredulously, gesturing at the patch on the front of her overalls. “Does it LOOK like I get a lot of pocket money?!”

“Um,” he said, visibly sweating, “Okay. I can take 2800, but that’s the LOWEST I can go.  We have to make money TOO, you understand.”

Halla rolled her eyes. “Aw, come on, I saw you sell THAT dress earlier, and I KNOW it cost ten THOUSAND króna! I know you will hardly even notice ONE little thousand…or two.”

He crossed his arms, and dnarrowed his eyes. “I told you before, I can’t go any lower than 2800.”

“Well, you’re gonna HAVE to,” Halla said menacingly.

“Look,” Edvard leaned forward on the counter. “I played your little game, but this is where I draw the line. I’m NOT going under 2800, and I’m NOT taking orders from some little BRAT!”

Halla gasped and pulled her slingshot out of her pocket. “Twenty-five hundred króna, mister, and I WON’T shoot you in the eye with a HUNDRED króna! Take it or leave it!” she demanded, putting the coin inside her slingshot and stretching back the rubber.

Edvard stared at her.

Halla stared back, and stretched the rubber band back a little further.

Finally, Edvard sighed, slumping in defeat.

“You drive a hard bargain, kid,” he said, “but you’ve got determination, and that’s admirable.”

He held out his hand.

Halla lowered her slingshot and puffed out her chest. “Iþróttaálfurinn says, never give up, and always stick to your goals!” she beamed, shaking his hand with vigor.

“What do you mean íþrótta…you know what, nevermind,” he muttered, walking to the window and taking down the pink dress.

Halla watched him, bouncing up and down in excitement. She did it! She was going to get Solla exactly what she wanted!

“Now,” Edvard said, wrapping up the dress in brown paper, “We offer free delivery service to anywhere in Latabæ, would you like to have it delivered?”

“Yes! Please deliver it to the mayor’s house, as soon as possible,” she said, standing on tiptoes to see what he was writing.

Edvard looked up in shock, but shook his head and looked back down, labelling the gift “MAYOR’S HOUSE”.

“Okay, that’ll be…2500 króna,” he sighed, ringing her up.

Halla counted out four 500 króna notes, and five hundred-króna coins, including the one that she had just threatened him with.

“It’s a pleasure doing business with you,” she said, extra sweetly.

Edvard sighed again. “Merry Christmas,” he said then turned away from her.

“Omar! We have another delivery for the Mayor’s house!” she heard Edvard say as she bounded out the door, back to Solla.

Who was looking…a little sad.

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh, Halla,” Solla lamented, “Someone bought the pink dress while you were in the bathroom! I saw them take it down!” she said sadly, gesturing to the empty child mannequin in the window.

Halla called on ALL of her strength to stop herself from smiling wide and giggling, despite the excited feeling bubbling up within her.

“Aw, cheer up, it’s Christmas!” Halla finally said, putting a hand on her friend’s shoulder. “You never know what will happen on Christmas.  Maybe there will be a miracle!”

Solla smiled, and Halla picked up all of the packages again as they made their way through the snowy town.

[virfujiwara]

Busy boring day so have this lil doodle

[queerbauten]

it’s Christmas Eve

I’ve had some wine

you know what that means

[”Aleinn um jólin” plays]

[sportaspoons-crystal]

i would kill for a live action jól í latabæ

[themadcapmathematician]

Me: well its almost July Me:.. time to listen to the lazytown stage play Christmas special!

[lazydrag0n6777]

I feel like this image just naturally glows.

[robbielosthiscake]

It’s May and I still cry every time I listen to Aleinn um Jóli.

[sporta-rot]

*Wakes up from slumber*

Matthias Matthiasson is the singing voice for Íþróttaálfurinn/Sportacus and sings [most if not all] songs from the Icelandic plays and LazyTown

Matthias Matthiasson did not sing Aleinn um jólin with Stefán Karl Stefánsson. Kristján Kristjánsson sang Aleinn um jólin with Stefán Karl Stefánsson.

Please stop saying that Matthias is the one who sang Aleinn um jólin. He is a fantastic singer and did an amazing job of singing for Magnus Scheving’s character (and also as Immi Ananas in Ávaxtakarfan 2012), but he did not sing that duet from Jól í Latabæ

Please give credit where credit is due to Kristján Kristjánsson

*goes back to sleep*