#swedish reindeer

[without-ado]

Young reindeer withstanding its first winter

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[underthewingsofthblackeagle]

              Traditional Swedish herders and their reindeer have to clear the way for miners to excavate rare earths recently discovered in the Sámi region of Sweden. Thousands of residents in the mining town of Kiruna are being relocated to new homes.

[mypagancottage]

[dendro80]

Trollvägen och Nipfjället. ☺️🏔️

July 2024

Trollvägen och Nipfjället, Idre, Dalarna, Sweden

[dick-chugger]

I know that a lot of people have talked about this already but I would like to remind you that this is not a reindeer:

That is a deer. This is a reindeer:

Thank you for listening.

[jacobboo]

it's a normal day in Sweden when you walk in your neighborhood and see a group of 5 reindeer just chilling

scared the shit out of me to make eye contact with a reindeer out of nowhere

[kartonkartonski]

ONE PIECE Pirate AU

What if OP world had real pirate vibe / What if our 1700s had people strikingly similar to OP characters + magic

DISCLAIMER i have the opposite of Same Face Syndrom + cant draw women lol yes the faces are real human ispired

LUFFY - Brazilian / Caribbean kid from a random ass poor village Hat, vest, pants, sandals - made more historically accurate (mmha)

ZORO - Japanese but raised abroad in Turkey or sth idk Hair - green hair dont exist lol Shirt, pants, boots - mmha Eyepatch - a piratey touch

NAMI - Swedish but adopted and raised in Spain or Italy or idk Clothes - mmha + made her more tomboyish Head cloth - piratey touch

USOPP - Italian mum + African father (unthinkable!) (european colonies in South Africa or sth) Clothes mmha The prankster he is, he carries fake prosthetic hook and peg leg and a fake swordsheath. I bet he has a fake parrot and an eyepatch he doesnt use. The gun is real and replaces slingshot

SANJI - French cook in the Mediterrenean Eyebrows - curly eyebrows dont exest stupid Hair - mmha Suit - mmha Cigs - replaced with a pipe Golden tooth - he got scurvy on that stranded island

CHOPPER - Canadian reindeer (caribou) General look - now he look like a real reindeer huh. No wonder why he was feared by the peeps Hat - early american settler-like Pants - mmha + piratey stripes

NICO - Russian originally associated with mafiozo Krokodil The dress is how i imagine her to dress like when working with Krokodil Hat, boots - mmha + more piratey Riding suit - she looked like cowboy in early OP so i gave her riding clothes

FRANKY - American, self-made clockwork cyborg who uses word "super" quite often (it was a thing in early 1700s!) Hair - Cyan hair dont exist idiot + made it cool and epic for 1700 standards Metal nose - screwed to skull Shirt - mmha Underwear - yes its underwear mmha Robo parts - clockwork coz no steam engines back then + wooden doll-looking Peg leg - hides a gun

BROOK - Austrian musician, his crew died hit by a plague Hat - mmha Afro - no afro in 1600-1700 sorry Justacorps - 1600s-ish coz he old af Yohoho

JIMBEE - Now a real FISHman, a real WHALESHARK and a real INDIAN (Oda said hes indian) yup thats about that FOLLOW FOR MORE

[saltlakris]

Sápmi and Norways relationship is quite complicated.

Sápmi was the one to first discover him; a little boy, barefeet in the chilly wet tundra. Without hesistation he brought him into his lávvu, a traditional sami tent, where he clothed and fed him. Sápmi is quite nostalgic about this time and will tell any unfortune soul with an ear to lend all the stories about young Norway.

"I could barely get any work done! He would sometimes wrap around my leg and simply refuse to let go, haha!"

However, eventually Scandinavia reached the northermost parts of the Norwegian territory and after a brief but violet confrontation Sápmi would be forced to give up the young boy to the much larger and stronger Scandinavia. This was when Norway joined up with Denmark and Sweden. After this, Sápmi would sometimes approach him when he was alone, making sure he was always well-fed and properly clothed, teaching him valuble lessons about nature and spiritualism. The influence of sámi shamanism together with norse mythology is one of the reasons why Norway can see and speak with spirits.

After having gained independence from Denmark in 1814, Norway finally had his own constitution. In this period of time, the young nation fixiated on creating a Norwegian identity due to technically being under Swedish control. He wanted true independence, but he knew this could only be achieved through establishing a strong Norwegian nationalism throughout the population. This is where he and Sápmi would butt heads.

Norway hoped to integrate Sápmi into modern society, leaving behind the "hedonistic" lifestyle that the Sámi people lived. In his still immature mind, why would anyone choose living in a lávvu and the physically straining task of hoarding reindeer through the unforgiving tundra over a house, education and stable income? After Sápmi outright refused, he saw no other choice than to reinstate a harsh policy to Norwegianize the Sámi people by removing their culture, language and religious practices, sometimes by violent measures. This policy would last until the 1960s.

This is a part of Norwegian history that Norway regrets immensely today, and he has taken many measures in order to assist Sápmi in rebuilding his people's culture and language... Now that he is more mature, he has realized that:

"In the land of Norway, there is space for all kinds of people and culture."

[virtual-winter]

Additional book finds at Frozen Kingdom Fantasy Springs!

In this photo shared by @sparebutton in this fantastic post, you can see a book titled "Reindeer ventriloquism for fun and profit", a reference to a book that Kristoff reads in the short story "The Ice Games" which originated in the story collection "Spring Fever" in 2015!

Maybe Anna's book is hidden somewhere in the park as well.

Furthermore, the other two titles shown are old Swedish books:

The second book from the right is "Femtio års fälttåg Frälsningsarmén i Sverige 1882-1932" by Evald Malmström (1932). It's a recollection of the activities of the Swedish Salvation Army during 50 years time.

The last book is "Djurlivets under" (The wonders of Animal life) by Raoul Heinrich Francé, an Austria-Hungarian botanist and author (1940).

In another pic, also by @sparebutton, you can see a book called "Samlade skrifter Del 6-7" (Collected works Part 6-7) by celebrated Norwegian author Jonas Lie (1908-1911). The book shown is the Swedish edition.

[welcomehomerandomness]

Welcome Home Website Update Reaction Notes (3/9/2024) Part 2 (SPOILERS)

Here's Part 2 of my Welcome Home Website Update Reaction Notes (3/9/2024)! Hope you enjoy it!

Howdy caterpillar walking ASMR

“It was then that Howdy Pillar pulled out a luxurious looking scarf- If one were to take a guess, it was probably the perfect size for a large house! Wally’s eyes sparkled brightly as he looked at it, but Barnaby was not as impressed. Still, he remembered this was all for Wally.” Barnaby doesn’t like the scarf but at least he knows that Wally needs it to give it to Home…Barnaby’s a true bestie

“There, scaling the tallest of the Homewarming trees in all of the neighborhood, was Sally Starlet herself. She was wearing an outfit adorned in sparkles, glitter, tinsel, ornaments, and even strings of popcorn- She was, as she’s ever been, truly a sight to behold. Even now as she continued to climb up the tree, she was radiant.” Sally is a goddess and an icon

Sally’s nickname for Barnaby is “Barntholomew” lol

Poppy is best bird mom friend lol

Also I wonder what the sunflower-seed ham tastes like

Why does Wally’s voice sound distorted when he says “How can that be.”? Is he sad? Mad? Both?

Awww at least the story ends on a good n-WAIT WHERE’S EDDIE??? WHY ISN’T HE IN THIS STORY???

EDDIE???

I’m scared for Eddie now

Also I love how we get to hear more of Home in this storybook record even if I joke around on how I hate Home lol

Now let’s hear Wally’s Toyland…I think it’s a Christmas song lol

Well at least this one has music instead of Wally singing acapella

Wally’s singing is so beautiful...It brought tears in my eyes sniffles

Also is it just me or do the lyrics “Childhood's joy land…Mystic merry toyland…Once you pass its borders…You can ne'er return again” seem kinda sus?

Like I feel like Wally’s singing about the Neighborhood and how you can never return back home once you entered it? Hmmm…

Anyways let’s listen to Up from the Home-Top which is basically the Welcome Home version of Up from the House Top lol

Oh crap Barnaby’s dead/j

THERE’S EDDIE THERE HE IS HE’S SAFE (for now)

“You lost control!? Can’t you see we’re in the middle of preparing for my Homewarming play? Julie is my Santa Claus! And Home? Her trusted reindeer!” Sally, how does Home being a reindeer work??? Is it gonna drag itself on the stage as Julie rides on top of it or???

Oh crap Julie and Frank are dead/j

Also the song is so silly and wholesome I love it

Now it’s time for “Howdy's Holiday Hullabaloo” Record!!! I’m so excited to hear this!!!

LET’S GO KIDDOS IT’S TIME TO LEARN SOME PILLAR FAMILY LORE

“How, normally, I don’t close early for any ol’ thing! Not rain, not sleet, not snow - not even that time Julie launched herself clean through the wall over there!” Oh god I imagine that one scene from the Scott Pilgrim movie where Scott crashes through a window…But instead of a window it’s a FREAKING WALL

HIS MA AND POPS AWWW

Howdy’s brother kinda sounds like Frank lol

Poor Howdy’s dying inside

I think we all know who Howdy’s favorite sibling is lol

The brother-in-law sounds so nonchalant lol

The nephews are so adorable awww

I just realized that Howdy’s uncle is a snail which is why he’s French lol

I wonder if the uncle is a reference to the Swedish Chef from the Muppets but he’s French instead

Oh god the cousin is a stoner hippie lol

I love Howdy’s grandma

I love Barnaby’s reaction to seeing Howdy’s family at the end lol

Overall the song is pretty charming and I love it so much

Also Barnaby's Tobacco Pipe??? Honestly it’s funny but I don’t think this toy will go well if it was created today lol

Barnaby be teaching kids in the early 70s’ how to be like Snoop Dogg but instead of weed it’s bubbles

Oh god not the nephews

Now let’s listen to “Bug-a-Bye and Goodnight: An Ode to Hibernation” Record

Frank’s voice is so beautiful I love it

But Frank seems kinda sad…

I want to buy that set of homewarming greeting cards to give to my family and friends during Christmas lol

Also I want to try the Crispy Sweets frosted cereal so bad...I NEED IT!!!

And there’s a mini doodle on the side of the pictures too

OHHHHH SO THAT’S WHY THOSE SYMBOLS ARE EVERYWHERE THEY’RE PART OF A SECRET CODE

I solved the code at the back of the cereal box but I don’t have time to decipher the other code that was spread all over the website because I’m too lazy lol

I went back to the Merchandise section and found out that Eddie’s toy that Santa was about to introduce in the radio ad was an Eddie Dear Li’l Mailman Kit

I also want to buy all these toys so bad I don’t care if I’m a college student I want them all lol

“Although our Guestbook is and will remain closed for the foreseeable future, we wanted to properly recreate it for those newly joining in our efforts to explore Welcome Home! After all, it’s fun to look back and see how far we’ve come together as a community! We will be recreating all eight original pages in the near future, so check back in soon to see if you can find your message! Have fun!” I can’t wait to see the Guestbook in the future

ALSO I JUST REALIZED THAT THE CLICKABLE BUGS ARE GONE

Dang I’m gonna miss those bugs

I can’t believe I spent hours on this website lol

My hands are kinda tired from typing lol

Also let me know if I miss anything

[theoutcastrogue]

Sami knives, early 20th century

Duodji is a traditional Sámi handicraft, and knives are a big part of it. Handles and sheaths are typically made of reindeer bone and antlers, carved and/or painted, while the blades are sometimes borrowed from the Scandinavian knife industry – Swedish Mora and Finnish puukko blades are common. Decoration is sometimes geometric and sometimes representational: there are reindeer, dogs, bears, sledges, lavvus, landscapes, and people.

Puukko, the Finnish word for "knife", is often used in English to describe these knives, but the same term is also used for a Finnish hunting/utility knife, which has similarities with but is decidedly not a Sami knife, so that's confusing. In Swedish they're called sameknivar (in plural, and samekniv in singular), i.e. Sami knives, and they are made all over Sámi territories in Scandinavia.

These examples are dated from 1901 to 1929, and are mostly from Sweden. They include the work of two of the most celebrated artists of that period, Jon Pålsson Fankki (1880-1861) and Nils Nilsson Skum (1872-1951).

[mypagancottage]

[dendro80]

Porjus kraftverk.

July 2023

Porjus kraftverk, Jokkmokks kommun, Norrbotten, Lappland, Sweden

[hauntedppgpaints]

Perhaps Ullmark with reindeer? Hard working. Charmingly adorable. Very Swedish.

animals moodboards // accepting

[gwendolynlerman]

Untranslatable words (part 3)

Here are part 1 and part 2. I have also made other posts with untranslatable words in Spanish and German.

Arabic: غرفة [ḡurfa] (the amount of water that can be held in one hand), يقبرن [yaqbirna] (literally “may you bury me”, wishing that a loved one outlives you because of how unbearable life would be without them)

Bantu: mbuki-mvuki (to shed one’s clothing spontaneously and dance naked in celebration)

Dutch: gezellig (cozy, nice, pleasant, sociable), struisvogelpolitiek (literally “ostrich politics”, an evasive style of politics that fails to address problems by either ignoring them or by creating a false sense of security through ineffective measures)

Finnish: poronkusema (the distance a reindeer can comfortably travel before taking a break, around 7.5 kilometers/4.7 miles)

French: feuillemorte (of the color of a faded, dying leaf), l’appel du vide (literally “the call of the void”, the inexplicable draw of the dangerous and unknown future), noceur (someone who goes to sleep late or not at all or one who stays out late to party)

German: Drachenfutter (literally “dragon fodder”, the gift a husband gives a wife when he is trying to make up for bad behaviour), Kabelsalat (literally “cable salat”, cable clutter)

Greek: μεράκι (intense passion)

Hungarian: szimpatikus (nice, likeable)

Japanese: ぼけっと [boketto] (gazing vacantly into the distance without thinking about anything), 風物詩 [fūbutsushi] (the things that evoke memories of a particular season)

Hawaiian: ʻakihi (listening to directions and then walking off and promptly forgetting them)

Hindi: जुग��ड़ (jugāṛ) (a process or technique that lessens disorder in one’s life, making it easier to manage or more convenient)

Icelandic: tíma (not being ready to spend time or money on a specific thing despite being able to afford it)

Indonesian: jayus (a joke so terrible and unfunny it can’t help but make you laugh)

Inuktitut: ᐃᒃᑦᓱᐊᕐᐳᒃ [iktsuarpok] (the act of repeatedly going outside to check if someone is coming)

Italian: commuòvere (to move in a heartwarming way)

Malay: pisan zapra (the time needed to eat a banana)

Norwegian: forelsket (the indescribable feeling of euphoria experienced as one begins to fall in love)

Portuguese: nefelibata (literally “cloud-walker”, one who lives in the clouds of their own imagination or dreams or does not obey the conventions of society), saudade (a vague, constant desire for something that does not and probably cannot exist, a nostalgic longing for someone or something loved and then lost)

Russian: разлюбить (razliubit) (to fall out of love)

Sanskrit: कल्प [kalpa] (the passing of time on a grand cosmological scale)

Scottish Gaelic: sgrìob (the peculiar itchiness that settles on the upper lip before taking a sip of whiskey)

Spanish: cotisuelto (someone who insists on wearing their shirt tails untucked)

Swedish: mångata (the roadlike reflection of the moon on the water), smultronställe (literally “place of wild strawberries”, a special place treasured for solace and relaxation, free from stress or sadness), tretår (on its own, “tår” means a cup of coffee and “patår” is the refill of said coffee, so a “tretår” is therefore a second refill)

Tagalog: kilig (to experience shivers and suffer pangs from strong emotions, usually romantically)

Ursu: گویا [goyā] (a transporting suspension of disbelief, an “as-if” that feels like reality), ناز [nāz] (the pride and assurance that comes from knowing one is loved unconditionally)

Wagiman: murr-ma (the act of searching for something in the water with only one’s feet)

Welsh: glas wen (literally “blue smile”, one that is sarcastic or mocking), hiraeth (homesickness, nostalgia, a longing for somewhere one cannot or will not return to)

Yiddish: לופֿטמ��נטש [luftmentsh] (literally “air person”, someone who is a bit of a dreamer)

[wholesomefluffdaddy]

Wednesday's new court mandated therapist is having her keep a journal of her thoughts and feelings. Wednesday finds this to be a complete waste of time and decides instead to use it to record her observations of her unusual roommate Enid Sinclair. Wednesday POV.

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Entry 19

Current Moon Phase: First Quarter 🌓

Mother and father contacted me via crystal ball mid morning asking as to my plans for Yule. I informed them that I would be spending them with Enid's family. They were terrible at hiding their delight and asked many questions. Father inquired if I wished to return home to dig up one of Great-Aunt Calpurnia's rings. I scoffed at such a notion, the ground would be much too hard this time of year.

Mother chimed in that I might want something more modern for a certain gift recipient. I ignored her not so subtle suggestion and instead asked if they knew of any werewolf festivities around Yuletide. They both pondered this a while. As they did, Grandmama joined in the conversation. She asked if I was referring to the werewolf games that Swedish Archbishop Olaus Magnus wrote about. I was rather surprised, as was mother and father.

'A werewolf Christmas! How exciting! I didn't know those still took place outside of Livonia and Chicago.' She said as if reminiscing. 'What small town shall you be pillaging?' She asked. I raised an eyebrow.

'Enid did not mention pillaging…' I said as my curiosity was piqued.

'Ah, well, I suppose nowadays it's rather difficult to find houses with cellars full of mead and a castle wall to jump over.' She sighed and looked me up and down. 'Plus I imagine your parents wouldn't approve of acts of cannibalism while you're still in school.'

'Is that part of the festivities too? How much cannibalism is required?' I asked, enthralled.

'Wednesday, no.' Mother said firmly. 'Grandmama, I am rather doubtful that the Sinclairs practice such things.' She turned her attention back to me. 'What did Enid tell you explicitly?'

'Jumping a castle was included but the adaptation of its origin that I was given had to do with a young werewolf eating one of Saint Nicholas's reindeer to gain an advantage.' I said, drumming my fingers on my desk.

'Well, I assume that eating reindeer is a more acceptable alternative.' Grandmama said with a shrug. 'Where will you be traveling to that has reindeer and a castle wall?'

'San Francisco.' I said, glancing back at Enid's side of the room. Enid had left earlier in the morning to attend one of her extracurricular activities. I heard a collective gasp and my eyes flicked back to the crystal ball. 'Yes?'

'Nothing!' Father lied quickly. I narrowed my eyes.

'We are just surprised, is all.' Mother said, patting father's hand reassuringly. 'After what happened last time you visited.'

'I was assured the temperatures would not be so hellacious and Enid would limit my exposure to bright colors this time around.' I replied. Mother and father seemed doubtful. 'I shall send Thing with my Yule gifts before I intend to leave.' I said before bidding then farewell and covering the crystal ball. I stood up from my desk and wandered aimlessly around the dorm while my thoughts consumed me.

I eventually found myself sitting atop Enid's bed. I missed her dreadfully as I gazed at her bedside clock. Why must her accursed clubs continue this close to the end of our academic instruction? I lay down to conserve energy as I felt particularly lethargic with my werewolf's continued absence. I wondered momentarily if the family curse could cause me to perish if I was kept from Enid for long enough. I closed my eyes. My mind drifted back to Enid as if my mind were on a chain that the werewolf held, letting me wander ever so slightly as to give the illusion of freedom before yanking me back.

Admittedly I grew rather hot at the idea of Enid physically keeping me on a chain. I huffed as I glanced between the clock and the door. Enid's club would likely run late again. I found this most unacceptable as I needed Enid now. Carnal thoughts, to which I had little control over, soon overcame me. I furrowed my brow as I considered possible solutions. A moment later my mobile telephone began vibrating in my pocket. I retrieved it and felt my heart rate increase.

Enid had sent a text message and photograph. The photograph was a self portrait of her smiling at the camera as she sat in the quad. Enid had informed me earlier that these self portraits were colloquially known as 'selfies.' Her message asked if I required any sustenance from the cafeteria as, unsurprisingly, her meeting would go over the allotted time frame given. The solution struck me as I held the answer in my hand. Just as Enid could bewitch me with this accursed device I could do the same. I held out the mobile telephone as I had seen Enid do many times before and took a photograph.

I quickly pulled the device back towards me to analyze the composition. It was simple but acceptable. I sent it along with a message. Text soon appeared below my message indicating that Enid had received and viewed it. Enid's response was immediate with several of those irksome 'emojis.' She expressed shock and praise me at taking my first 'selfie.' I felt a small twinge of pride, I was currently in possession of Enid's attention and I wished to maintain it.

I sent another message indicating that I required her assistance in a serious matter. She was quick to ask if I was okay. I adjusted my position on her bed and took another photograph. I sent it along with instructions of what I needed her to do. Several dots appeared and disappeared. Finally a message appeared. Enid was gently reprimanding me for distracting her. A wicked grin spread across my face. I removed a single article of clothing and sent another photograph with a message. More dots appeared but the response was quicker. I was now being told off.

I sent another message saying that I desired Enid return to our dorm posthaste along with another photograph with another article of clothing missing. I continued this trend and watched as Enid's responses soon became all capitals and less coherent. It was not long before I heard keys fumbling outside our door. I heard the lock unclick and Enid burst through.

'Mi amor, you are back sooner than expected.' I said facetiously. I felt quite pleased in succeeding at having my werewolf return at a more appropriate time. Enid slammed the door shut behind her before stomping over.

'You!' She said, pointing at me as if to scold me. I sat up and kissed her accusatory hand.

'Now that you are back, I was hoping to-' But my next words were cut off as the werewolf pushed me back onto the bed.

'You.' She hissed dangerously in my ear before grabbing my tie. I gulped as she pulled me closer by it.

'Yes?' I asked with fervid trepidation.

I am rather chuffed to report that I was thoroughly and satisfactorily reprimanded by my werewolf for my folly, and that it will most certainly happen again.

Dear Diary,

I was TRYING to get all my club activities wrapped up today before winter break but SOMEONE was being needy. So there I was, in the middle of finalizing the first few pages of the yearbook in the quad, and I texted Willa to let her know I was almost done but would be running late. All normal so far right? Well, all of a sudden she decides to send me a selfie! 😲 Wednesday Addams sends me a selfie! I know! But it wasn't just a selfie - she sends a selfie of her lying on my bed all dramatically and pouting! (or I guess the closest thing to pouting that Wednesday does) and the message: I need you.

GIRL! 😳 But it doesn't stop there! No! Wednesday doesn't send just one selfie, she sends SEVERAL and is somehow losing more clothes in each one! 😖 OMG! I can't focus, the rest of the club is waiting for my approval on a layout and Wednesday is texting this and like the most suggestive messages!

W: Amore, I crave your touch.

W: Which position does mon loup find the most appealing?

W: I cannot bear another moment without your fangs claiming my flesh.

W: Cara mia, I wish for you to do unquestionably despicable things to me.

I couldn't! I just couldn't! 😵 I apologized to all the club members and said I had an emergency I needed to take care of.

Ugh! Willa looked so smug when I got back to the dorm. 😠 She tried to act all innocent and everything too! If she wanted my attention so bad then she was going to have it! 😤💕