#Tivoli Place

[streetsofdublin]

STREET ART AT THE TIVOLI CAR PARK AS IT WAS IN JANUARY 2016

That Petrol Emotion played the Tivoli three times, including their Irish farewell gig in 1994. Recordings from that concert were included on the live album Final Flame (Fire, Detonation And Sublime Chaos).

SADLY THIS COMPLEX HAS BEEN REPLACED BY A HOTEL This was an amazing location for Street Art. These are not my best photographs but they do capture the ‘feel’ of the location. Last year I visited the new complex and it was bleak and the preserved artwork lacked soul. I was amazed to discover than many of my friends don’t remember the Tivoli as it was and I know that they attend concerts…

[warrenwoodhouse]

Places to Visit: Tivoli Gardens

Article by @warrenwoodhouse

Tivoli Gardens is a fairytale amusement park and gardens in the city centre of Copenhagen. Stones throw away from Copenhagen Central Station, this amusingly beautiful and picturesque park is definitely worth visiting if you are in the city.

[anaundying]

Puella adiuva, I'm leaving for a Rome excursion on Saturday and Charon is going to take me straight to the underworld.

[vintageurovision]

The 1964 Eurovision Song Contest took place in the famous Tivoli Concert Hall in Copenhagen. The event became highly politicised with demands that right-wing dictatorships in Spain and Portugal should be excluded from the contest. There was even some trouble during the contest as just before the Belgian entry, a man entered the stage holding a banner saying "Boycott Franco and Salazar". He was quickly removed from the stage. [eurovision.tv]

[shitsndgiggs]

Hii

so you said your half danish and im alsooo

so could I request fluff where reader takes pau to Denmark and shows him the culture the food and teaches him danish?

take your time<3

A/N: ANOTHER DANE?! Wooohooo!. Hope you like it

VELKOMMEN TIL DANMARK - PAU CUBARSÍ

Showing Pau Denmark

Pau Cubarsí x danish! reader

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It had been a while since Pau and I had a proper getaway, and with a little time off from football, I decided it was the perfect chance to take him to Denmark.

I couldn’t wait to show him my homeland, its culture, and, of course, teach him a bit of Danish.

I knew he’d struggle with the language — after all, people joke that Danish sounds like someone speaking with a potato in their throat. But the thought of hearing Pau trying to pronounce it made me giddy.

The first morning in Copenhagen, Pau and I walked through the cobbled streets of Nyhavn, the colorful buildings lining the canal making it feel like we were walking through a postcard.

Pau was holding my hand, his eyes wide as he took everything in. “This place is so pretty,” he said, glancing at the row of boats bobbing gently in the water.

I smiled, proud to share this part of my world with him. “Wait until you try the food,” I teased. “Danish pastries are nothing like the ones in Spain.”

He grinned. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

We found a cozy café with outdoor seating, and I insisted on ordering in Danish. Pau watched me with a curious expression, his head tilted as he tried to follow the conversation between me and the waiter.

“Can you say something to me in Danish?” he asked once the waiter left.

I thought for a moment, then grinned. “Okay, try this: ‘Jeg elsker dig.’”

Pau squinted at me. “Uh, what does that mean?”

“You’ll find out if you can say it right.”

He raised an eyebrow, accepting the challenge. “Okay… yay el…sker dig?” he attempted, butchering the words so badly I couldn’t help but laugh.

“No, no, no,” I said between giggles. “It’s ‘Jeg elsker dig.’” I repeated it slowly, exaggerating the pronunciation.

Pau’s face twisted in concentration as he tried again. “Yai… elska… dig?”

I burst out laughing. “Close enough! It means ‘I love you.’”

He smirked, leaning closer. “Well, then… Jeg elsker dig,” he said, this time with more confidence — though still sounding pretty off.

“Not bad, pretty boy, not bad.” I teased, patting his cheek.

After breakfast, we explored more of the city — the Little Mermaid statue, Amalienborg Palace, and of course, the famous Tivoli Gardens.

Pau was amazed by the history and charm of it all, though he kept attempting random Danish words and phrases, and each time he got them hilariously wrong.

In the evening, we headed to my parents’ house for dinner. My mom had made traditional Danish frikadeller, flødekartofller, with brunsviger for dessert. Pau was excited to try everything, but the moment he tasted the frikadeller, his eyes widened.

“This… is so good,” he said, shoving another bite into his mouth.

“I told you,” I said smugly, watching him devour the food.

My family couldn’t resist teaching him more Danish words throughout dinner, though Pau’s attempts had all of us in fits of laughter.

At one point, my dad tried to get him to say “rødgrød med fløde” — a classic Danish tongue twister — and the results were nothing short of comedic gold.

“Rr…rö…rød…what?” Pau’s face twisted as he tried to make sense of the sounds.

“Rødgrød med fløde,” my dad repeated, grinning.

Pau threw his hands up in defeat. “You’re all making this up! No way that’s a real word!”

We all laughed, but Pau was a great sport, his cheeks turning a little pink from the constant butchering of Danish. “You’ll get there,” I reassured him, squeezing his hand under the table. “Or… you know, just stick to Spanish.”

Later that night, after a long day of exploring and laughing, Pau and I strolled through the quiet streets of my childhood neighborhood.

The cool evening breeze carried the scent of the sea, and Pau wrapped his arm around me, pulling me closer.

“You know, even if I can’t speak Danish properly,” he said, his voice soft, “I love everything you’ve shown me today. Your home, your culture, your family… it’s beautiful.”

I smiled up at him. “And you’re doing great, amor. Just… maybe leave ‘rødgrød med fløde’ out of your vocabulary for now.”

Pau chuckled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to my forehead. “Deal. But I think I’ll keep saying ‘Jeg elsker dig’ — even if it sounds terrible.”

I laughed, my heart swelling with warmth. “It doesn’t sound terrible. It sounds perfect coming from you.”

As we walked hand in hand through the Danish night, I couldn’t help but feel like this was the perfect trip.

Pau might never master Danish, but he didn’t need to — the way he embraced every moment, every laugh, and every bite of Danish food was more than enough.

And hearing him try, despite the language challenges, just made me fall for him even more.

[schizoprophet]

It is not a secret about me that one of the things I like to do is read stories in the Bible and get sad about it. That's like, that's been a pastime of mine since I was a child. Let me find the story that really makes me feel sad for the person in the story who I can't help because one, they've been dead for years if they ever existed in the first place. And two, if you're reading a story to try and help the people in the story, then you have approached the whole thing from the wrong end. Because you can't, that's the thing you cannot really do except to choose your own adventure books. And the Bible is not one of those. So one of the best stories to read if you like to read the Bible and make yourself feel sad for the people in it is the story of The Last Supper. Jesus Christ gets a bunch of his friends together, right? And then let's take the Jesus part off just as a person. You get a bunch of your friends together, right? And you have dinner, this big old dinner, you know, some bread and whatever, some wine and it's cool to be with your friends. It's fun, it's a good feeling, you know. And then you just get a vibe, there's a very, very, very specific vibe that you get. Right. And these are your friends so you can speak your mind around them. You can tell them how you feel and you say, you know, one of you is gonna sell me out. I just know it. You've - you've had some wine at this point. So you know, you can say that. Your friends will not judge you for speaking what's in your heart at this moment, and some of them are also, they've had a couple of glasses of wine themselves. They immediately go God, no, you are my friend. I would never, I would never, man. I want you to know person to person tonight. I will never sell you out. You, we've meant a lot to each other over the past couple of years and I will not sell you out man. And Jesus is like, OK, it's all good, you know, and they all do this. And one of 'em doesn't say shit. And he knows and he knows they both know and the one who's gonna do it feels worse than the one who's gonna suffer for it. Because he sort of knows I'm gonna do this thing. I guess I am. I don't want to. These are my friends, they're all gonna hate me. And in one version of the four gospels, Judas, uh, having sold Christ out, who normally then gets arrested and murdered by the state. Right? Um, in one version of the gospel Judas immediately goes and hangs himself. I've always - when I was a child I was like, oh, man. I mean, I understand that it'd probably be a tough one to live down in Jerusalem if you're the guy who killed Jesus. But, I mean, you know, that seems like kind of an extreme. This song is called cry for Judas.

-- John Darnielle about Cry for Judas, Tivoli de Helling on 2019-11-14

[monzamash]

Could I request Kevin with the prompt

“It’s so cold, you should hold my hand, so it doesn’t freeze.” “I’m not that cold, I can give you my gloves if you want.”

Love your work and am excited to see your portrayal of K-Mag! 💜

keep you warm kevin magnussen x you no warnings, just fluff.

There was something magical about seeing someone you loved in their natural habitat – unfiltered, content, at peace. Kevin was always in his element any time you returned to his homeland, pacing back and forth for weeks in hotel rooms, itching to be back in Copenhagen for the holidays.

He had it scheduled down to the minute, making sure you spent every waking second soaking up the place he loved the most – the place the held a special spot in his heart forever. He dragged you from shop to shop, café to café until your booted feet were aching and your neck had a slight pang of whiplash.

Admittedly, Copenhagen was picturesque in the winter – a white Christmas always sitting pretty at the top of your wish list for the holiday season. Kevin insisted on seeing every single shop front display, every light that was strung up in Tivoli Gardens as you strolled hand in hand through what would typically be lush greenery, but was now covered in a thin layer of snow – snow flakes slowly melting away, waiting for another dusting overnight.

“It’s so cold, you should hold my hand, so it doesn’t freeze…” Kevin teased as he intertwined his fingers with yours, a smile adorning your rosy cheeks at the feeling.

His were similarly flushed – the Nordic blood ran deep but it didn’t stop the tip of his nose blushing in the cold, even on a cool evening in London. The crystal blue eyes that watched the awe-struck expressions on your face were magnified the natural watery reaction caused by the wind whipping through the looming tree branches above. They were earnest and warm – a complete contrast to the world around you.

“I’m not that cold,” You braved, every appendage on your body screaming for his warmth, “I can give you my gloves if you want…”

Kevin chuckled at your wavering voice and a cloud of fog dissipated into the air, “I’m fine – but maybe a kiss would help warm us both up, do you think?”

Met with a cheeky smile as you swivelled on the spot at his suggestion, your gloved hands instinctually gnawed at the lapels on his thick winter jacket – inching him impossibly closer until your were on your tip-toes, balanced by his strong hold on the small of your back.

You pulled him in tight against your own waterproof coat, lips ghosting and whispered, "That is a fantastic idea."

[drugsforaddicts]

Hey I need you to check the last Joker Out Subs translated video "Bojan sings Tivoli" because Bojan is singing the most Bojere coded song if I ever heard one 😭

It's been... to see you soon

Take care and have a good time

Let me kiss you goodbye

Just once more

Call me

When you've got time

If you'd like to hear my voice

At the same place, amore mio

La-la-la in Tivoli (*park in Ljubljana)

We'll dance again

Slow-slow, quick-quick

Touching gently with our faces cheek to cheek

Across Bellevue to Tivoli, to be alone

Just you and me, like we used to

Let's surrender to the night.

Yeah thank you anon, this is the only thing I want to think about for the rest of the night 🪦

[writtenbysprout]

No place like home

When Aaron comes home, especially after being gone for over a week, there is nothing he looks more forward too than to get home too Jack and you.

He'll sneak in, do his routine; locking away the gun, checking that all the doors are locked and windows are closed and then head over towards Jack's room. Where he finds him fast asleep, clutching the stuffed monkey he'd won for him at a tivoli years and years ago. The one he would never sleep without.

Then he'd beeline towards the master bedroom. The one the two of you share. He'll quietly slip in through the door, but when he notices you're not in bed, he'll go to the bathroom. Where he finds you, kneeling down by the bathtub, hand in the water, making sure it's the right temperature.

A sleep-hazed smile is on your lips as you hear him enter. You stand up to greet him. Taking the opportunity to remove his tie as your arms slip around his neck. Presenting him a sloppy kiss as your fingers find its ways to his shirt. He'll watch as you take you unbutton his shirt, adoring every swift movement your hands take as they've grown custom to the way the buttons work over the years.

You place another kiss on his chest as you place him down on the toilet, to tackle his pants and socks. Once those are off you'll lead him to the bathtub that's fully filled.

He'll melt at the sight of you as you undress from the silken bathrobe and join him in the tub. His eyes grow drunker on you by every passing second as you take your time to scrub him down, every inch of him. Even giving him a scalp massage while shampooing his hair.

Once done you'll dry him off and leave him some alone time to do his own little night routine before bed. But as always, when he comes out you're half asleep. Smiling up at him as he gets into bed with you. You'll await for him to get comfortable before crawling in closer. Snuggling your head into his chest.

Aaron is often asked if he likes to travel, seeing as he does so for a living. But his answer is always the same, and it has been ever since you walked into his life. Sure traveling is fun, had it been under different circumstances he might even enjoy it.. but to him, there's no place like home.

[simverses]

Montevista! S3 Rabbit Holes as Hood Deco

Converted from Sims 3 where these buildings were rabbit holes, these are purely decorative and will be pretty in any city, modern or medieval. 

Base Game Compatible.

Most of them light up at night time.

Bonus: the tivoli wagon from S3 Store World of Wonders. It has a picture of Montevista on its side, so I think it fits in :)

Place on or off lot.

You can place Hood Deco Objects off lot with the help of T.O.O.L by @twistedmexi - be sure to read the instructions for the mod if you are not already familiar. Same creator is also working on the much-anticipated CAW - Create-A-World-mod - currently still in alpha development.

If you want an emptier world, free from ugly modern deco, check out my Blowtorch mod - read more about it here.

Download Montevista Hood Deco Set (Curseforge)

[nighthawk563]

So this is gonna be a massive longshot, but are there any feedees/feeders on here from Denmark? Copenhagen specifically, I am travelling there at the end of October for 6 nights and was wondering if there would be anyone out there interested in meeting up? There are loads of food places I wanna try, and the place I will be staying is right across from Tivoli Gardens so it's right in the heart of the city. If there's anyone out there, please HMU! I would love to learn a little Danish before I go, nothing major just key phrases like how to order food and drinks and how to ask where things are, how to get to them and things like that.

[fluffyjothoughts]

Hi! It’s 🍀-boo again

Thank you for your comfort stories ❤️❤️❤️

I have another ask: how do you think you can spend a free weekend in autumn with the boys?

Go for a walk in the forest? Visit the lake Bled? Walking through Lubljana and drinking pumpkin spice latte? Short trip to Italy? Just cuddling at home? So many possibilities…..

Thank you

Your 🍀

my oh my 🍀 boo, this is, frankly adorable!!!

(slightly shorter today)

Kris: Cafe date. You go to your favourite cafe (of course it’s the one with the cuban coffee) in warm sweaters (you’re wearing his, of course) and drinking hot coffee while chatting about anything and everything.

Bojan: Go for a nice stroll around Ljubljana, holding hands while walking through Tivoli. Maybe you go on a nice lunch with his parents and cuddle up on the couch while you talk.

Jan: Laze around the couch in the morning and walk around the forest with Igor trailing behind you in the afternoon. Maybe stop by the grocery store for some snacks for a halloween movie marathon in the evening.

Jure: Hike, probably. You’d get up in the morning to see him pack the tea and coffee in thermals he made for you, as well as some water and sandwiches and eventually you’d be on your way. It’s more of a light hike since you don’t feel like going overboard.

Nace: Day trip. Somewhere nice that you don’t go often, look around at a castle or a museum, get some nice lunch and slowly decide to head back to your place to laze around. Maybe invite some company for a quick hang out in the evening

[martyoshka]

Redrawing of a thing I made back in 2016 (And in 2020 as a kinda redraw too!)

With England and my OC Tivoli at her place~

[btsleorose]

Copenhagen- spent my birthday here and went to Tivoli Gardens - one of my FAVOURITE places 🎢🎢🍾

[vintageurovision]

Grand Prix Eurovision 1964

March 21, 1964 | Copenhagen, Denmark

The 1964 Eurovision Song Contest took place in the famous Tivoli Concert Hall in Copenhagen. The event became highly politicised with demands that right-wing dictatorships in Spain and Portugal should be excluded from the contest. There was even some trouble during the contest as just before the Belgian entry, a man entered the stage holding a banner saying "Boycott Franco and Salazar". He was quickly removed from the stage. 

As in the three previous contests, 16 countries participated in the competition. Portugal made its debut whilst Sweden chose not to enter. Germany, Portugal and Switzerland each scored zero points for the first time. In the case of Portugal, it was the first time in the history of the contest that a newcomer did not receive any points at all.

Italy celebrated its first victory with the song Non Ho l’Età, performed by 16-year-old Gigliola Cinquetti. Gigliola would also take part in 1974 and would become the host of Eurovision Song Contest of 1991, together with Toto Cutugno.

As with the first ever contest in 1956, there is no known recording of the show. This is said to be as a result of a fire at the studios of Danish broadcaster DR in the 1970s and the fact that none of the other broadcasters recorded the entire show. A short recording of the winning reprise survives as does the audio recording of the contest. [eurovision.tv]

[full-ish audio]

[fatehbaz]

The Caribbean entered modern history “as the pawn of European power politics, the cockpit of Europe, the arena of Europe’s wars hot and cold,” wrote Eric Williams almost a half century ago [...]. Indeed, Shalini Puri and Lara Putnam argue that military operations and the political culture of militarism make for the coherence of the region [...].

Certain zones -- including Guantánamo, the subject of the collection by Don E. Walicek and Jessica Adams -- have borne special, enduring burdens in this regard. [...] The Caribbean moved into the twentieth century on a major martial note. In 1898 the United States intervened into the armed Cuban anticolonial struggle against Spain, [...] and taking on the imaginary white man’s burden. For North Americans, the many consequences of this speedy and “splendid” war included the appropriation of Cuba’s Guantánamo Bay (1903) for use as the republic’s first overseas naval base. [...] Diana Coleman, for example, locates the symbolic significance of the base and prison in a deeper past, a history that goes back to the 1893 Columbian Exposition in Chicago. [...] Walicek’s essay establishes that the very embeddedness of Guantánamo in an imperial past has been erased by official discourse. He notes that even before the post-9/11 war on terror, Haitians and Cubans seeking asylum found themselves detained in Gitmo. [...] Examining visual representations, Esther Whitfield emphasizes the struggle of local artists to show Gitmo, against the cliché as a “no man’s land,” to be a place inhabited by people. [...] The greatest physical expansion of Gitmo came during World War II, a period of profound militarization across the Caribbean  [...]. Also set in wartime Trinidad, Rita Pemberton’s essay plays up the paradox of food scarcity and insecurity in the midst of Yankee-sponsored prosperity. [...]

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Meanwhile twenty-first-century Caribbeans have had to deal with a nominally novel form of warfare, the U.S.-led “War on Drugs.” This campaign, Deborah Thomas recounts, pushed Jamaican security forces to invade the Kingston community of Tivoli [...]. How residents have remembered this “Tivoli Incursion” and how their memories expose doubtful feelings about sovereignty in Jamaica is Thomas’s central concern. [...]

Grace Johnson focuses on the early twentieth-century U.S. occupation of Haiti, stressing [...] the way these women played a central role in the protests that eventually led to the end of the occupation. [...]

Vieques also serves as the setting for Daniel Arbino’s piece on the violent history of the U.S. military presence and the protests that led to the demilitarization of the little island in 2004.

Don Walicek brings awareness to the landing of British paratroopers and marines in Anguilla in 1969 after leaders on the island declared “independence” from St. Kitts and Nevis. Little known outside of Anguilla, this British Invasion (“Operation Sheepskin”) reminds us that in the age of decolonization tiny Caribbean societies too were caught up in militant struggles for self-government. Unlike the case of Anguilla, the U.S. invasion of Grenada in 1984 has been the subject of numerous studies [...]

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Two other essays concerned with Trinidad also center on music.

Jocelyne Guilbault insightfully links the anxiety about armed violence to the increasing use of militarized policing at the large soca “fetes” that define the island’s Carnival season.

And Louis Regis (recently passed) turns away from the insecurity of soca fetes and toward the texts of songs to examine the treatment of military issues in calypso and soca across the twentieth century. Dealing with a massive discography, Regis stresses a range of themes, showing how lyrics have moved from warning women about predatory policemen, to condemning the U.S. invasion of Grenada and pleading for peace. [...]

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Text by: Harvey R. Neptune. “A Force in the Field: Recent Interventions into the Military History of the Caribbean.” New West Indian Guide. Online publication date 3 June 2020. [Bold emphasis and some paragraph breaks/contractions added by me.]