#ský

[kynvillingur]

það er til svo mikið af góðri 90s tónlist en 90s flashback spilar uþb 0% af henni

[eldrorian]

Skylera

pt: skylera

Skylera : a term for human-like creatures with canine features (such as dog ears and tail, claws or really sharp teeth) that also has a monster/fully inhuman feeling to it.

pt: skylera

etymology: [ský]los - dog in greek | t[éra]s - monster in greek

Tag List: @radiomogai , @specieschive , @seasulfur

[hab-a-nice-day]

Ok, pour le rôle de Juraj Slaf...kov...ský pour la pub de poutine barbecue fumée dans 3, 2, 1... Euh, c'est moi Juraj Slafkovský. C'est lui le McJoueur c't'année. Pourquoi tu l'passes en audition? Je l'sais-tu c'est qui le meilleur acteur pour le rôle? Claude Legault m'a fait un super bon Juraj à matin. C'est moi Juraj. Ouin, c'est vrai qu'yé quand-même crédible...

—Producer 'auditioning' Juraj Slafkovský, Montreal Canadiens, to play himself in the new McDonald's commercial

[boringiceland]

Ský yfir Hafnarfjarðarveg

[the-artsy-collective]

hello, there, i'm aech

[PT: hello, there, i'm aech]

my name is aech, but i also go by io, froggie, kandi and ocean.

my main pronouns are: xae/ix/it/quoi/ae/alien. my icelandic pronouns are hán/það/ský.

i'm 17 years old.

i'm the core of the collective! i'm the owner of the body. my roles are: core, controller, medicine taker, hyperfixation holder, spin holder, tracker, rolemaster and gender holder.

i'm a white icelander with scottish ancestry. i speak english and icelandic fluently, and i speak some french and a tiny bit of danish.

[forgot to add my labels lol] i'm abrosexual, arospec, acespec, genderfluid, mutogender, genderhoarder and fluidflux!

i'm emo af, but i like dressing colorfully from time to time. i LOVE emo music. my fav emo genres are screamo, easycore and first wave. i have a broad music taste, though, ranging from grunge to indie to even some techno.

my fav bands and music artists are: my chemical romance, fall out boy, pierce the veil, dot dot curve, gorillaz, alice in chains, system of a down and chloe moriondo.

i'm alien otherkin, that being 50% of my main identity. 25% coatimundi therian and 25% red-eyed tree frog therian.

my aspiration is to become a writer, i write a lot, including fanfiction, poetry and original stories.

my emojis are 🛸🖤🫧

orientation:

gender:

userboxes and credits under cut

credits, alphabetized (links)

dividers:

space divider, star divider

stamps:

abrosexual stamp, boygirl stamp, gaybian stamp, genderfluid stamp, objectum stamp, xenogender stamp

userboxes:

arospec userbox, contradictory label userbox, fictional character userbox, mutual userbox

[anglisophia]

английский язык похож на настоящий шведский стол, где можно найти влияния старого норвежского, французского, латинского, германского и даже ближневосточных языков

например, слово sky происходит от древнескандинавского ský, а window — от слова vindauga. интересно, правда? также многие слова английского языка имеют латинские корни, например, communication или information

menu и ballet были заимствованы из французского, что показывает, насколько язык может быть разнообразен благодаря влиянию других культур

нельзя не упомянуть и вклад германских языков в формирование английского. слова house, mother и brother имеют германские корни (hūs, mōdor, brōthor соответственно)

а слово chocolate пришло в английский из испанского примерно в 1600 году, которое, в свою очередь, пришло в испанский из языка науатль, что является прекрасным примером того, как различные языки взаимодействуют друг с другом и друг друга обогащают

[artsyaech]

•welcome aboard the spaceship•

updated intro post!

hello, my (main) names are:

aech

froggie

kandi

ocean

io

a full list of my names can be found here!

my pronouns are (in order of my most to least preferred):

xae/xaer/xaers/xaerself (or xaerselves, both works)

ix/ix/ix/ixself

it/its/its/itself

quoi/quoir/quoirs/quoirself

ae/aer/aers/aerself

gneep/gnarp/gneeps/gnarpself

my icelandic pronouns are:

hán/hán/háni/háns

það/það/því/þess

ský/ský/skýi/skýs

i use way more pronouns, please ask me about them! do not use they/them for me

i am a white icelander with dyed hair (it changes colors pretty much every month, as of writing, it is pink and green). i have scottish ancestry.

i am neurodivergent (autism, adhd, professionally diagnosed. non-definite self-diagnosis of dyspraxia and alexithymia) and mentally ill (anxiety, recovering depression, gender dysphoria, professionally diagnosed)

i am 17 years old

my current special interests / hyperfixations: my chemical romance, pride flags and queer things in general (i’ve had that special interest going strong since 2018) and alternative subcultures (including j-fashion)

i am alterhuman. i am an alien (otherkin), and a red-eyed tree frog and white-nosed coatimundi therian. i am otherhearted and fictionkin as well!

i am a MOGAI blog, i make pride flags when i feel like it.

flag requests: open!

themed names / pronouns requests: open!

tags:

#aech reblogs (my reblogs)

#aech’s originals (my original posts, just added this tag 30/06/24)

#aech rambles (me yapping)

#aech’s terms (my flags and coined terms) (if you just want to see my coined terms, i recommend checking out

#aech’s asks (my asks)

#aech rants (me ranting. usually no venting involved)

#aech helps with neos (themed pronoun requests)

#aech helps with names (themed name requests)

#aech’s favs (my favorite posts)

i try to tag whether or not a post has an image ID, (no id or with id) but i often forget (i’m trying)

my sideblogs:

@artsystims stimboards, with image descriptions!

@aechshoard my identityhoarding blog

@aechs-kin-blog my otherkin-focused blog

(i have way more, ask for more if you want to)

DNI, BYF, blacklist and more under cut

[PT: DNI, BYF, blacklist and more under cut]

DNI!!!

general DNI criteria. 

radqueers, transids, xenosatanists (seriously, fuck off)

ace exclusionists, if you think aspec people “aren’t queer”

think “queer” is exclusively a slur

TERFs, SWERFs, radfems

EDblr, pro-ana, pro-mia, engage with EDblr. 

anti-LGBTQ (ofc), anti-MOGAI

anti-xenogenders, anti-neopronouns (including nounself and emojiself pronouns)

anti-mspec monospec (bi lesbians) anti-”contradictory” labels (lesboy, turigirl, straightbian)

BYF

NO DISCOURSE!! pls, i will cry. 

i may forget your request, feel free to send in again if over a month has passed.

i have the right to deny a request for whatever reason.

please be nice to me

blacklist (for coining and such)

DSMP

harry potter and related media

real people (including fictionalized versions of real people, i.e. hamilton and clone high)

vivziepop media

interests

queer stuff

listening to music

emo music and culture

MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE!!!!!!!! (other bands i like: alice in chains, fall out boy, the used, kittie, system of a down, etc. ask me about music!!)

my little pony

[stefankarlfanblog]

Advert for the "Stones in his Pockets" tour

Advertised in Ský magazine, from the 1st of June 2001: https://timarit.is/page/7848475

STONES IN HIS POCKETS

Norðurland 1st of July at the Community center in Blönduós 2nd of July in Miðgarður, Varmahlíð 3rd July in Tjarnarborg, Ólafsfjörður 4th of July in Freyvangur 5th of July in Freyvangur 6th of July at the Assembly hall in Húsavíkur 7th of July at the Assembly hall in Húsavíkur

Austurland 9th of July in Mikligarður, Vopnafjörður 10th of July in Herðubreid, Seyðisfjörður 11th of July in Valakjálf, Egilsstaðir 12th of July in Egilsbúd, Neskaupsstaður 13th of July in Skrúður, Fáskrúðsfjörður 14th of July in Mánagarður, Hornafjörður

Suðurland 15th of July at Kirkjuhvoll in Kirkjubæjarklaustur

HILMIR SNÆR GUÐANSON STEFÁN KARL STEFÁNSSON

THIS POPULAR COMEDY IS NOW TOURING THE COUNTRY

THE NATIONAL THEATER

[blueelfgirl]

Alivë Ský

[human-antithesis]

Ek sá halr at Hóars veðri hǫsvan serk Hrísgrísnis bar

Ek sá halr at Hóars veðri hosvan serk Hrísgrísnis bar.

(Eyvindr skáldaspillir Finnsson, Háleygjatal 6)

Hinn, es varp á víða vinda ondurdísar of manna sjot margra munnlaug foður augum.

(Bragi inn gamli Boddason, Fragments 2)

Vel hafið ydrum eykjum aptr, Þrívalda, haldit simbli sumbls of mærum, sundrkljúfr níu hofða.

(Bragi inn gamlí Boddason, Fragments 3)

Enn sem hangatýr fleygði sínum fleygigeyr um folk, dýr valkastar báru meyjar losnuðu frá. Sem ek nálgask Stiklastaði, mín dokkvu hvarma skógar stjornur nema við þúsundir dólg fangs buri markaða tákni Hvíta Krists. Ek he- yrði bardagaópið 'Knýjum, knýjum fram Krists men, Krossins men ok konungs men!' Margr maðr hóf aðgongu til bardaga sem eigi gat unnisk. Sem orrustan gegn óteljandi heiðum bændum brausk út, ek heyrði margan randar glaums þoll falla sem limar þeirra ok hofuð voru klofin fljúgandi vandar valsendum. Ok þó, bardagaópið ómaði um dalinn allann 'Knýjum, knýjum fram Krists men, Krossins men ok ko- nungs menn!'

Ort vas Óleifs hjarta; óð framm konungr - blóði rekin bitu stól - á Stiklar stoðum, kvaddi lið boðvar. Éiþolla sák alla Jolfuðs nema gram sjalfan

reyndr vas flestr í fastri fleindrífu - sér hlífa.

(Þormóðr Kolbrúnarskáld, Lausavísur 23)

Blendusk við roðnar und randar himmi; Skoglar veðr léku við ský of bauga. Umðu oddláar í Óðins veðri; hné mart manna fyr mækis straumi.

(Eyvindr skáldaspillir Finnsson, Hákonarmál 8)

Sortnar himinn ok rennr rauðr sem Óláfr þiggr margan sárelds spora af andstæðum Yggjar runni. er vængir hrafns ævinnar fylkjask um Dana hloð, ek heyrði minn bróðr til einskis fram mæla:

Hoggum hjaltvond, skyggðum, hœfum rond með brandi, reynum randar mána, rjóðum sverð í blóði. Stýfum Þóri af lífi, leikum sárt við bleikan, kyrrum kappa errinn komi orn á hræ, járnum.

(Egill Skallagrímsson, Lausavísur 39)

Enn sem vápnum beitt gegn beittum heiptar- tungum, gjallar vendir ok hræþolls gandar sku- lu fylgja eptir þeim fljúgandi hrælinni, ok stin- ga til jarðar sverðverjandi niða mínum. Regn ok þrumuský byrgja smám saman sýn Hugins niðja, ok ek fell til jarðar. Um grímuna, er hvítir faldar Báleygs brúðar hefja for sína undir silfr brá himinsins, fer ek ráfandi at dauða dalnum. Ek hvísla ok sé hvar hinir dauðu nú þegar skiljask frá lifendum, ok eygji skert skarar land míns bróðrs á oddbreka grundu. Ek lyfti hans Hamðis geyr ok byrðar stalli með mínum straumtungls mjúkstalli ok tek at hvísla bón fyrir hans lífi ok afkomu. Hans brúnar steinar opnask ok beinask at mér sem ek mæli. Hann hvíslar hinstu bæn hins Hvíta Krists svo hann megi inngongu hljóta í fjorbrots land áðr sjórnir hans lokask um eilífð. En sem ek lít upp, inn í dauðadalinn á ný, sé ek hann aðeins ráfandi stefnulaust inn til skuggalanda. Gullin tár falla mér úr drjúpandi þungu hofði, er ek geng aptr að grana mínum, sem ek eitt sinn bauð velko- minn til Báleygs brúðar.

English: And That Man Wore The Grey Shirt Of Hrísgrísnir In The Storm Of Hóarr.

And that man wore the grey shirt of Hrísgrísnir in the storm of Hóarr.

(Eyvindr skáldaspillir Finnsson, Háleygjatal 6)

The one who threw the eyes of the father of the ski-dís into the wide hand-basin of winds above the dwellings of many men.

(Bragi inn gamli Boddason, Fragments 2)

You have well driven back your draught animals, cleaver asunder of the nine heads of Þrívaldi, ab- ove the famous drink-provider of the drinking party.

(Bragi inn gamli Boddason, Fragments 3)

But as Óðinn threw the spear into the people, animals of war came loose. As I approach Stik- lastaðir, my blackened eyes catch thousands of warriors marked with the sign of White Christ. I hear the battle cry "Forward, forward, Christ's men, cross's men, king's men!"

Óláfr's heart was energetic; the king pressed for- ward Stiklastaðir, rallied his host to battle; steel weapons inlaid with blood bit. I saw all the firs of the storm of Jolfuðr shelter themselves except the leader himself; most were tested in the ceaseless missile-blizzard.

(Þormóðr Kolbrúnarskáld, Lausavísur 23)

Red colours mingled beneath the sky of the shield-rim; the storms of Skogul played against the clouds of shield-rings. Point-waves roared in the storm of Óðinn; many people sank down be- fore the tide of the sword.

(Eyvindr skáldaspillir Finnsson, Hákonarmál 8)

Many men begin to march towards a battle that cannot be won. As the battle against countless pagan farmers emerges, I hear many trees fall as their branches and heads are cut by flying spe- ars. And still, the battle-cry echoes through the valley: "Forward, forward, Christ's men, cross's men, king's men!" The sky darkens and turns red as Óláfr receives many a wound from opposing forces. When wings of darkness approach the king, I hear my brother cry out in vain:

Let polished hilt-wands clash, strike shields with brands, test our swords' shine on shields, redden them with blood. Hack Þórir's life away, play the pale man foul, silence the troublemaker with iron, feed eagle flesh.

(Egill Skallagrímsson, Lausavísur 39).

But as weapons oppose the fierce tongue of an- ger, swords and axes follow the lead of the flying spear and pierce the sword-wielding member of my kin to the ground. Rain and thunderclounds start to limit the view of the raven and I fall to the ground. At nighttime when the white dress of the earth starts to move under the silver eye of the sky. I wander below to the valley of the dead. I whisper and see where the dead already start to isolate from the living and espay the ruined body of my brother on the blood ground. I lift his head and shoulders with my hands and begin to whisper pleas for his life to survive. His eyes are opened and fixed on me as I speak. He whispers a last prayer to the White Christ to grant him entrance to the land of the dead before he shuts his eyes forever. But as I look up into the valley of the dead again, I only see him wander aimless- ly into a land of shadows. Golden tears fall from my heavy head as I walk back to my horse I once welcomed to this world.

[geimfarinn]

Ég er kominn í næsta sólkerfi vegna þess að ég vil finna þau sem skrifuðu skilaboðin. En ég veit ekki á hvaða plánetu þetta fólk fór. Tölvan á skipinu segir mér að þrjár plánetur séu byggilegar. Ég vel eina af handahófi. Ég flýg yfir plánetuna í geimskipinu en ég get ekki séð yfirborðið vegna þykku skýjanna. Ég fer fyrir neðan þau. Allt í einu verður allt blátt. Þessi pláneta er þakin vatni! Ég flýg lengi en ég finn enga heimsálfu. Það eru bara litlar eyjar alls staðar. Flestar eyjar eru ekki flatar: þær eru eins og fjöll í hafinu. Mig grunar að þær séu reyndar eldfjöll. Eftir nokkra stund staðfesti ég kenningu mína. Það er eldgos á einni af eyjunum! Skærrauða hraunið rennur niður brekkuna og dettur í sjóinn. Vatnið gufar upp strax og breytist í stór hvít ský. Þá pípir tölvan. Hún hefur skynjað eitthvað á annarri nálægri eyju. Ég veit ekki hvað það er, en ratsjáin segir að það er stór og úr málmi. Ég ákveð að kanna þessa eyju. Hátt fjall er á norðurhluta eyjarinnar. Stór skógur er á suðurhlutanum. Eldgos væri hættulegt svo ég lendi í rjóðri í skóginum. Lending geimskipsins er nokkuð hávær og dýrunum líkar það ekki. Margir fuglar fljúga í allar áttir. Þeir eru rauðir, bláir, gulir, grænir, hvítir… Það er alveg eins og bjartur regnbogi í skóginum.

[emzeciorrr]

Ský from Tom Peyrat on Vimeo.

Ský means cloud in Icelandic. 

This is the first time I saw so many clouds and rains during my holidays.

At the beginning of my trip I was kind of disappointed. Then I started to enjoy the weather as it was. It taught me a lot to accept that. It even brought a mysterious atmosphere to landscapes.  I felt something strong in this country.

I was amazed by how things are powerful there. It's incredible how everything is mixing, how elements are connected to each other. That's what I wanted to highlight in the edit. At the beginning, I tried to make the drone shots and the macro shots indistinguishables.

I did a film look grade because it reminds me the organic part of what I saw and touched.  For the music, I asked my friend composer to create something with a lot of steps, like what I lived there. He suggested me to use electronic and acoustic instruments to show the contrast between the majestic strength of this place and its beauty.

I initially booked my plane tickets to see the eruption of the Geldingadalsgos volcano. The day I arrived the eruption stopped... So during my trip I was dreaming and expecting to have the chance to see it before coming back. Five hours before my flight, I had an opportunity to get back to the volcano during a night hike at midnight sunset. It was happening, a small eruption started again with a clear sky !

The day I arrived at home, a friend there sent me a picture of a red sky caused by the eruption. The eruption was visible from Reykjavik, almost one hour by drive! 

Did you notice the yellow small flower attached on right to the rock at 1:11 ?

You can see some pictures of the trip on my instagram instagram.com/tompeyrat/?hl=fr

Again my friend Air Goat composed this great custom song. Follow him on his social media : Spotify open.spotify.com/artist/4dcV5JX1aQMdHakOz1dHqG?si=8JZUeiOjQAmK1qcJ--EVcw Instagram instagram.com/air.goat.music/?hl=fr Facebook facebook.com/airgoatmusic

[neburxd91-blog]

The fruit was never an apple.

In Paradise, 1918 by Max Švabinsk ský

[um-trovador]

the fruit was never an apple. In Paradise, 1918 by Max Švabinsk ský

[agustings]

#seagull #gaviotas #seabird #sky #clouds #endoftheworld #tierradelfuegoargentina #sjófugl #himinn #ský #endirheimsins #морская птица #небо #облака #конец мира #oiseau de mer #ciel #nuages #endoftheworld #सीबर्ड #आकाश #बादल #endoftheworld #tierradelfuegoargentina #海鸟 #天空 #云 #seevogel #himmel #wolken #海鳥 #空 #雲 (at Tierra Del Fuego Antártida e Islas del Atlántico Sur) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cg8NPQusWy2/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[siguemea]

Þingvellir National Park, Iceland 2018