#snæland

[islandiis]

📼 I WANT TO SEE THE BABY CHILD....

pls omg I never get to write leifur being chaotic as hell | accepting

The people here, they're nice to him. He doesn't know who they are, or why there is even a group of people here — but, they are nice. When he came to the settlement the first time, they gave him something to wear and they sat him by a fire, and they gave him oats to eat. They called him Snæland over his head and fussed about him being cold. He didn't know what it meant, and just asked for more oats.

He only really comes to the settlement when he's hungry, honestly. The people here don't really interest him, as nice as they are. Strangely, they always offer him food — he knows that they are usually very protective about their food, since they don't have very much of it, and rarely will share between each other. But, somehow, there is almost always someone willing to give him some. He doesn't know why, but again, he doesn't even think twice about it. They're nice, and he's hungry. That's all he knows.

The sun has come up twice and set three times now. He's not usually here for very long — his friends are out there, well away from these other humans. But, for some reason, he's still here. The old woman who gave him the meat last night looked very surprised when she had found him sitting among her sheep, chewing on some hay. (It didn't taste good).

He's spent the past day or two chasing birds and paddling his feet in the shoreline of the settlement, and sometimes the other kids in the settlement have come up to him to invite him to play or help with chores, but he just stares at them. Do they even know how to speak the same language? Does he even know how to speak? The fact that he can understand them offers no hints, apparently, so he never says a word to anybody in the settlement. He just stares, and listens.

The sun has set tonight and he is sitting in a house along with several families. It's warm, and there is a lot of food, but he's already eaten everything he wanted to eat. There is a fire in the middle of the hut and everyone is singing and dancing, and he's watching. He doesn't know how to sing, or to dance, at least not with people. The people can't dance as well as his friends can; they're too big, and their feet are too loud on the ground. Nobody is surprised that the boy is just sitting, watching — they've invited him to dance and he has just stared blankly, so they dance on without him. But, they play nice music. He likes the music they play. They use their mouths and they're not talking, they're making music from their throats and it's nice to listen to. Sometimes it's quiet and sometimes, it's very, very loud.

He doesn't know if they speak the same language, but he can also make those noises. He does it sometimes with his friends. They're good at it! He wants to try, too.

So, he stands up on the furs and opens his mouth, and he screams.

Everyone stops and they all stare at him, and he stares right back without breaking his screaming. Eventually, after they chatter among themselves, one of the women hastily takes him under his arms and carries him outside. He keeps screaming all the way, only pausing momentarily to inhale. People start poking their heads out of their houses (the sun has gone down, after all) and he stares hard at all of them while he screams, inhales, screams, inhales.

Finally, his chest feels tired, so he stops. The woman holding him doesn't smile back when he grins at her, and he's not quite sure why.

[artsyaech]

ooo i wanna hear about ur OCs!

(also here's another 2-D for you)

oookay, this might be a long one

i’m unsure if i should talk about them online, but whatever.

i’m here to talk about the characters that have lived in my head rent-free for almost six years now, holy crap…

so the story that these characters are from is long and convoluted (i wrote an entire book on it when i was thirteen, sent it to publishers and even got a meeting, but it was shit so i don’t blame them for not publishing it) so i’ll spare you the details and just give you character descriptions

sean freyr timberwolf is a 13 year old icelandic boy, who’s descended from chile. he’s quiet and is constantly consuming media. he hates his boring life until he gets transported to another dimension to go on an adventure…

all these other characters are from this “other universe”

viander bryndal is the “wise old man” figure, but turned upside down. he’s hundreds of years old and pretty wise, but he has a sense of humor and always makes dad jokes. i want him to be like the wizards of ancient iceland, but i’m unsure how to incorporate that into this high-fantasy setting.

ísmey orka bryndal is viander’s adoptive daughter. she’s the same age as sean, but is much more mature than he is. she’s had to suffer a lot, even surviving a highly dangerous curse that was put upon her at a young age. she is a quick thinker and knows her way around the world, having been homeless to an extent for most of her life

liu jîang is also 13 at the start of the story. she’s quick-witted, book smart and very passionate, but her feelings often get the best of them. she’s loud and rowdy. they are canonically nonbinary and use she/they pronouns.

erik snæland is an icelandic-french little prick. he’s self-absorbed and can be very dumb at points. he was raised in enourmous wealth until he was sold to the sortar…

[paelladeballena]

ISLANDIAAAAAAA!!! Así, gritando. 

Iceland en inglés e Ísland en islandés, ambos significan ‘tierra de hielo’. Aunque el primer nombre de la isla fue Snæland, ‘tierra de nieve’ (gracias Wikipedia)

Llevamos de todo, chubasqueros, camisetas térmicas, bufandas, guantes, gorros, ¡y un mapa para no perdernos!

Esta vez probamos una modalidad de viaje desconocida para nosotros. Hemos alquilado una campervan (de la compañía campervaniceland) con la que recorrer el país y donde también podremos dormir ya que dispone de dos plazas, y un colchón en la parte trasera. Además, va equipada con utensilios de cocina, mesas y sillas para poder plantar el campamento donde más nos plazca. Bueno… donde más nos plazca tampoco, la legislación actual dicta que no se puede pernoctar donde uno quiera, pero por ello hay muchos campings disponibles.

No tenemos reservas hechas, ni guión establecido, pero sí un mapa de lugares que visitar (los cuales no sabemos ni pronunciar), y muchas ganas de recorrer el país y sentir el “freskibiris” de allí.

[my-iceland]

#hallgrimskirkja #haust #autumn #reykjavík #Ísland #Iceland #Islanda #Islandia #Thule #Snæland #Garðarshólmi #Eylenda #Ísafold #Ísaland #Klakinn #Skerið #Snelandia #Crymogaea #ontheroad #traveliniceland #travel #photography #photographer #myiceland #niceland #shotonipone #filmicpro #djigo #osmomobile2 (at Hallgrímskirkja) https://www.instagram.com/p/BqAdwbWAAvD/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=9n0c3unbxuw2

[m1male2]

The word "Iceland" derives from the Icelandic Ísland, a word that comes from the Old Norse, meaning "land of ice." However, the first name of the country was Snæland ("land of snow"), coined by the Viking navigator Naddoddr, one of the first settlers of the Faroe Islands. Gardar Svavarsson, one of the first Icelanders, renamed the island Garðarshólmur ("Isles of Gardar").

(Video by Arnar Kristjansson, instagram)

[fanzinesbdm]

Título: Snæland Autora(s): Madebyvadim Edita: Another Press Lugar de edición: Bilbao Tipo de documento: Texto impreso Año de publicación: Junio 2016 Periodicidad: Monográfico Nº de páginas: 36 Técnica de impresión: Risografía Formato: A5 Precio: - Idioma: Español; Categorías: Arte/Ilustración/gráfico/foto; Subcategorías: Viajes; Naturaleza; Nota de contenido: Impreso en tinta azul Web: http://www.anotherpress.com/ Notas generales: Donación de las editoras

[sveniasblog]

Ísland

Iceland is the most sparsely populated country in Europe and home to ~ 370.000 people.

Reykjavik is the biggest city followed by Kopavogur, Hafnarfjoerdur and Akureyri.

Reykjavik is also the world's most northerly capital.

Iceland has prominently been called by three names: Islandia—from "Ísland", Snelandia—a Latinization of the more poetic name Snæland. Insula Gardari—literally meaning "Island of Garðar".

Iceland's volcanic landscape is famous, the central volcanic plateau is erupting almost constantly.

Massive glaciers are protected in Vatnajökull and Snæfellsjökull national parks.

Most of the island has polar climate, even summers are chilly.

[jokulmacr]

‘ here, take my jacket. ’

love ♥ starters ;; accepting

@vvaelcyrge

     "I don't need it."

     It's snapped out, a shattering of glacial ice and a hiss following, as the offending jacket in question is almost draped over her thin shoulders. In response, she ducks - quick as one taught to hide under a shield rather than fight - and draws her shoulders in, glare shooting back to the other woman. Yet even as she opens her mouth for another pointed remark, another shiver wracks her slight form and she releases it as a sharp breath.

     Guð minn góður, she was Jökulmær! Fjalladrottning; Snæland; Ísland! It was in her name, the snow and ice and cold, so why did she feel it so strongly when Kjerstin was seemingly completely unaffected? It wasn't fair.

     "I'm fine," Eir repeats again, and forces herself to straighten up, to stop clutching her own arms with her hands in an attempt to shield her chest from the cold wind. It would only be a short walk, Kjerstin had promised, to whatever strange ritual ground or foraging site she wanted to hike to. Eir was sure her own lopapeysa and coat would be enough.

     "Lets just go, I'll- I'll warm up when we're walking, ha?"

[titou-nz]

Reykjavik - Iceland

Découverte et colonisation (874-930)

Dès l'an 320 av. J.-C. environ, le navigateur marseillais Pythéas mentionne une terre qu'il nomme Thulé, située au nord de l'Angleterre. Néanmoins, Thulé serait a priori en réalité la côte norvégienne. Le premier à évoquer l'île qui serait vraisemblablement l'Islande, au début du IXe siècle, est un moine irlandais, Dicuil, dans son traité De mensura orbis terrae. Selon l'Íslendingabók d'Ari Þorgilsson le Savant et le Landnámabók, les premiers colonisateurs scandinaves trouvent l’Islande déserte à l’exception de quelques « papar ». Selon Dicuil, ces moines irlandais auraient visité l'île vers l'an 795. Ces papar auraient quitté l'Islande pour éviter de côtoyer des païens. De récentes fouilles archéologiques ont révélé les ruines d'une cabane à Hafnir sur la péninsule de Reykjanes, dont la datation au carbone indique qu'elle a été abandonnée quelque part entre 770 et 880, ce qui suggère que l'Islande avait été peuplée bien avant la date traditionnelle de 874.

L'île est découverte par les Scandinaves dans les années 860. Le premier Scandinave à avoir accosté serait le norvégien Naddoddr après avoir été pris dans une tempête. Il donne au pays son premier nom : Snæland (« pays de la neige »). Garðar Svavarsson, un explorateur viking suédois, aurait été le premier à faire le tour de l'Islande et à établir que celle-ci était une île. Après y avoir passé un hiver, il l'aurait quittée l'année suivante, mais l'un de ses hommes, Náttfari, a décidé de rester avec deux autres esclaves, et serait donc le premier résident permanent de l'Islande. Le premier viking à avoir délibérément pris la route de l'Islande serait Flóki Vilgerðarson, surnommé Hrafna-Flóki (« Flóki aux Corbeaux »). Après un séjour particulièrement rigoureux, il donne au pays son nom définitif, Ísland (« pays de glace »).

[themrswanderlust]

Iceland

Welcome to Iceland! THERE ARE SO MANY WONDERS IN A COW'S HEADIcelandic Sayings Iceland, a Nordic island nation in the North Atlantic Ocean, is defined by its dramatic landscape with volcanoes, geysers, hot springs, and lava fields. Massive glaciers are protected in Vatnajökull and Snæfellsjökull national parks. Most of the population lives in the capital, Reykjavik, which runs on geothermal power and is home to the National and Saga museums, tracing Iceland’s Viking history. Must-See Sights Snæfellsjökull National Park Iceland is probably one of the most intriguing destinations just because of its name. The most popular myth about Iceland’s name entails: settlers in Iceland gave it that name so that pirates would go to Greenland instead, thinking Iceland was full of ice and Greenland was full of green pastures. Other legends claim that Naddador was the first Norse explorer to reach Iceland, and that he named the country Snæland or “snow land” because it was snowing. Swedish Viking Garðar Svavarosson followed Naddador, and this led to the island being called Garðarshólmur (“Garðar's Isle”). Whatever the true story is, we may never know, but it is definitely true that Iceland could have been given many other alternative names, and with such a stringent language and naming culture, it seems a lot of thought would have been given to the name of Iceland. It could have just as easily been named Fireland, or Lavaland, or Glacierland. Read the full article

[islandiis]

💭+ MEMORY + Juniper

memories | accepting

There are many, many things that he does not know. He walks this world in the ignorant bliss of childhood, completely unaware of that which he does not know. He exists, and that is all that matters.

He knows that he has hands, and he knows that he has feet. He knows that you cannot chew through sticks and he knows that if he does not eat for long periods, his stomach feels... strange.

He does not know how long or how far he walked, but he knows that eventually he came to the west of the island, and there are people there. He does not know why they are there, but he knew almost immediately that they were not like him. Some of them speak in a language he cannot understand, hushed so as not to be heard, and he does not know why.

Regardless, he finds himself gravitating back there periodically; they offer him morsels of food, and an older woman gave him a robe to wear. When he had first come wandering into town he was buck naked, and the townsfolk had all been rather confused as to how he had not frozen to death. He did not know, of course, and was too busy sucking on the crusts of a piece of bread that was given to him to really care.

He does not know why the people call him Snæland. He is a strange boy, coming and going like the temperamental winds of their homeland, and yet he is not quite a stranger to any of them.

But there are things that he does know, too.

Out from the settlement, past the big rock and along the side of the long, thin crater, then over the tall hill. He knows the way there. It takes a long, long time; he cannot tell exactly how long by the axis of the sun, for this time of year it hardly dips below the horizon and day is a constant. But it is around a half-day's walk, made longer if he stops to pull patches of moss in search of food or paddle his feet in the strange, hot puddles that can be found throughout the island.

He can see the big rock with the two little rocks right beside it, and that is how he knows he's close. He looks up into the sky and wriggles his toes deep into the earth, then looks back in the direction he came from.

The wind gusts strong against his back, silently urging him to look forwards again. He does so. The wind gusts again, forcing him to take a few paces to keep balanced, and that's when he sees them.

The juniper grows close to the ground in Iceland, conditioned by harsh weather and few resources. But over the top of the brush and the berries, a head rises. Then another, and then two more. They blink, then grin at the sight of the boy. He grins back.

He lays atop the brush for a while and they stare at the sky together, though as it begins to lower on it's arc, they all rise. They lead him across the brush and through a deep crack in the land, wide and cavernous as though their island might swallow him up like some great beast. But he isn't afraid; his island would never hurt him.

They stop walking when the sky is a deep pink and all the rest of the little people emerge from their hideaways. Hand-in-hand, they dance through the night and until the sun should begin to rise again, weaving around stones and leaping over crevices. In the morning, he waves goodbye to his friends and watches as they return to sleep, fading into the earth until there is no evidence that they were ever there.

When they are gone, he lays down upon the juniper. It scratches his arms and the rains come soon after, but he sleeps regardless. And though there is nobody around to see, he doesn't fade away as he rests.

[latinviking-blog]

The name of Iceland part 2

Before Hrafna-Floki, there was 3 other names for Iceland:

Naddoddur Ástvaldsson from Norway. When he was arriving, snow fell on the mountains and so he named the country Snæland (‘Snowland’).

A Swedish Viking called Garðar Svavarsson named the country Garðarshólmur (‘Isle of Garðar’)—after himself.

Greeks may have been discovered the island before, calling it Thule. However, Thule may also apply to Greenland, Norway, Orkney, Shetland or Scandinavia.

[my-iceland]

Hekla volcano #vetur #winter #reykjavík #Ísland #Iceland #Islanda #Islandia #Thule #Snæland #Garðarshólmi #Eylenda #Ísafold #Ísaland #Klakinn #Skerið #Snelandia #Crymogaea #ontheroad #traveliniceland #travel #photography #photographer #myiceland #niceland #shotonipone #filmicpro (at Mt. Hekla) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bqm29L-AjoA/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1v4xr3qvd23e8

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Spotted: Frederik Snæland - Homage To The Faltered

Spotted: Frederik Snæland – Homage To The Faltered

Today I’m introducing you to Danish composer and piano player Frederik Snæland. Frederik is 23 years old and is self taught on the piano (hand up for that), yet he is a songwriting student on the Royal academy of music in Aarhus.

This tune is released as a single.

Tell us something about your track Homage To The Faltered! Homage To The FalteredWas written after weeks of writing and trying…

[mybookplacenet]

Scars by Natasha Brown

Scars by Natasha Brown

“About Scars:

Along the unforgiving coast of Snæland, Ásta’s ancestral farm is plagued with bad luck. The kinless maiden’s turf walls continue to be found damaged with claw marks, reviving old memories of the wolf attack that left her scarred, and she begins to fear the whispers are true—that Fenrir, son of Loki and king of the wolves, has come to claim her.

Torin often leaves his uncle’s farm in…

[veitingageirinn]

Afmælisbjórinn Ölvisholt X fær góðar viðtökur og fæst loksins í Vínbúðinni - Gestum boðið að smakka bjórinn í Bjórgarðinum

#Olvisholt #OlvisholtX

Bruggararnir með afmæliskökuna Í tilefni þess að tíu ár verða liðin í ár síðan fyrsti bjórinn fór í tankana hjá Ölvisholti hefur brugghúsið framleitt sérstakan afmælisbjór í takmörkuðu magni. Bjórinn er væntanlegur í Vínbúðina nú um helgina. Ölvisholt X er 6,4%, ósíjaður, þurrhumlaður og fallega fjólublár Í fréttatilkynningu segir: “Við vildum halda upp á afmælið með sérstökum afmælisbjór og…