#coppenhagen

[escapismsworld]

Grundtvigs Kirke, located in Copenhagen, Denmark, is a renowned neo-Gothic church designed by architect Peder Vilhelm Jensen-Klint in 1921. This architectural masterpiece, named after philosopher N.F.S. Grundtvig, boasts impressive vaulted ceilings and stunning stained glass windows. It's a must-visit landmark for those interested in history and architecture in Copenhagen.

📸: Jenny Olsson

[tmrsanotherday]

[vintagegoddesses3]

[bartonbones]

teaser for the next chapter of my hand was tied to yours because i am aware it's been a month but have u considered i neeeeddeddd to go on my little trips :) also so everyone knows i had a layover in chicago and cried for a solid 45 minutes cause everything i saw that said chicago on it i was like wow.........he's real

In his head, there’s always this list. 

It’s not a real thing, it’s not something he writes down or really tries to think about if he can help it, but it’s there, and he thinks it probably has been since he was eight years old and got a clue that other people’s houses don’t burst with clutter or creak with defeat underneath the moods of its inhabitants. It’s far too long ago, now, or too pointless, to remember how it started, anyway. It was probably over some stupid shit, like ice cream or wearing a suit jacket to mass, but he’s certain that once he had the thought he didn’t stop having it for the rest of his life: when I’m older, I won’t be like Mom. 

He wouldn’t have so much shit in his house. He wouldn’t miss a light bill or a gas bill, he wouldn’t talk to Sugar like that, he wouldn’t give the home phone number to strangers at the Beef, or let them leave uncomfortable messages, or laugh if his kids overhead them, if their faces turned red and hot and scared. 

He didn’t succeed at all of it, obviously. It couldn’t all stick. Smoking fell off the list pretty early on when Mikey, increasingly empty-handed of any other way to fix his little brother, begrudgingly shook out a Camel from the pack in his jacket pocket. As soon as his clumsy fourteen-year-old hands had managed to strike the lighter and choke down his first breath, Carmy had struck it cleanly off. 

He might not want to act like mom, or clean like her, or cook like her, or raise kids like her, but in that exact moment that the nicotine hit his bloodstream and began to open up every stitch that ached in his teenage chest, Carmy decided he didn’t mind so much if he smelled like her.

[postcard-from-the-past]

100 years ago:

Rosenborg Castle, Copenhagen

[llavanda-lluvia]

no one TOLD ME about the dish names marcus gave the desserts.

if you see me tearing up no you didn’t.

[chiyohlecter]

after my old tv breathed it's last breaths my new one is finally arriving tomorrow, can't believe it, no more strobing and even the es app is supposed to work on it

[miley1442111]

dealing with it- chef luca

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gif from @ wiha-jun

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summary: you see carmen for the first time in years, things happen, but at least your husband is there for you :)

pairings: chef luca x fem! reader, EX carmen berzatto x reader

warnings: smoking, cursing, reader endorses smoking (it makes sense i promise), toxic relationships, fighting, happy ending, luca is a cutie pie, carm is an ass :(

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Carmen had been staring at you the whole night. You, standing diligently beside your mother, and Luca. 

When dinner came and you sat beside Luca again, the question begged to leave his mouth, but he decided on waiting and watching. 

“So Y/n,” Sydney turned to you. “I would love to literally pick your brain apart for the inspo of your last cookbook.��

You chuckled. “Well, Luca and I went all around the world on our honeymoon and-”

“What?” Carmen choked on his drink. “S-sorry did I fucking hear that right? Honeymoon?”

Luca sighed deeply, the energy at the table shifting. “Yes Carm, she said ‘honeymoon’.”

Honeymoon. You and Luca were married. Married and he didn’t even know it. Married, and he hadn’t even known that his last chance had been his last chance. 

You were Chef Andrea’s daughter, and you were everyone’s forbidden fruit. You worked with them, trained with them, and Carmen had been so deeply interested in you, that he broke the rules. He went after you, and he didn’t even feel bad about it. You’d started out dating in secret, then slowly warmed your mom up to the idea, and suddenly it was out in the open. Sure you’d had fights and sure, maybe it wasn’t the most healthy relationship ever, but Carmen loved you. He still did. When it fell apart, it was all Carmen’s fault (as usual) and you’d sworn off chefs. 

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“Fucking hell Bear! I’m asking you to do this one fucking thing for me, and it’s too fucking hard?” You shouted at the top of your lungs. “I love you! I moved to fucking Coppenhagen for you! I moved to fucking New York for you! What is your problem with me taking a job in London?! I can probably get you into the same place-”

“NO! No, I fucking don’t alright? You’re fucking- you’re fucking boring! You never make anything new- you’re so f-fucking obsessed with being the-the-the best at something that you won’t even try to innovate!”

You stood there, in his kitchen and he watched as the tears fell. He took a deep breath and stepped closer, holding your waist in his hands. He tried not to be offended or upset when you went rigid as he touched you, but he felt his heart break. “Baby I-I’m sorry, look, y’know I’m sorry-” 

“You’re a piece of shit Carm. Just because I’m better than you doesn’t mean you get to talk to me like that. We’re not fucking trainees at my mom’s restaurant anymore, alright? I’m fucking better than you and i know it boils your fucking blood. I got this position. All on my own,” you spat. “You are the lowest of the low Carm. I swear to fucking god, if I ever date another chef again, kill me.”

And with that, you walked out. Out of his apartment and out of his life. 

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“W-wait so-s-, you two got married? Since when?” Carmen laughed, but it was wrong. It was forced and haunted, strange.  

“Since the 14th of July last year,” Luca smiled and you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Congratulations guys,” Sydney smiled. “Carm, say congratulations,” she whispered and Carm nodded furiously.

“Yeah! Yeah- congratulations to the liar and her shitty douchebag of a husband!” He cheered, gathering the attention of the other tables. 

“Stop making a fucking scene Carm,” your voice cut through the ringing in his ears. “This isn’t about you. This is about my mom, and what this restaurant meant to people. Stop. Being. An. Asshole.”

He felt like he’d been effectively bitch slapped, and he quietened down, but not before kicking Luca under the table. 

They’d both been after you, back in the day. And you’d picked Carm at first, and realised your mistake. When you met Luca in London, you weren’t going to mess it up again. 3 years later, you were a year married, and a lot happier. Too bad Carmen had to make everything about himself, again.

He went out to get some ‘air’ a little while later, and you followed him. 

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“So…” you sighed, standing beside him. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he sighed. He watched as you took a cigarette out and lit it, then offered one to him. He shook his head. 

“You quit?” You asked, blowing the smoke away from him. He nodded. “You should start again.”

He looked at you in confusion. “What?”

“You shouldn’t stop, you’re fucking crazy when you don’t smoke,” you chuckled, though everything you said was true. He’d tried to give it up for a month about 4 months into your relationship and it was the most stressful month of your life. You sighed as you thought about it. Every time he was rude to someone, you apologised for him. Every time he fucked something up, you made it up for him. Every time he did something stupid, you made it smart somehow. It was fucked up how much he relied on you, when you thought about it in hindsight. “Everyone will thank you.”

He laughed. “I guess that was a shitty month, huh?”

“One of the worst of my life,” you admitted. 

There was a moment of silence. 

“I miss it,” He admitted. 

“Smoking? You can have the rest of this pack-”

“Us.”

You sighed. “You were doing so well,” you joked. “Just don’t bring it up Carm, we don’t need to dig up the past.”

“I want to,” he pleaded. 

“I don’t,” you scoffed. “There’s nothing for us to talk about, nothing about us worked, nothing about us was ok, or normal, or happy, or-”

“Does he make you happy?” Carmen asked, venom in his tone. “Does he make you feel fuckin’-fuckin’ butterflies? Does he fuck you like I did? D-does he even see you the way I did? Does he make you laugh?”

“He doesn’t make me cry,” you smiled softly, thinking of Luca and how much you truly loved him. “He doesn’t make me question our relationship everyday. He doesn’t make me feel untalented and undeserving. He doesn’t make me feel used. He met me in London when I was crushed after our break-up, and he healed something he didn’t break in me, alright? He made me feel loved for the first time in a long time. My mom fucking loves him, a lot more than she liked you. He let me take everything at my own pace, and he never pushed me into something I wasn’t ready for. He wasn’t afraid to show his love for me to anyone! He didn’t make me question if we were even dating, ever! And the best part is, he fucking married me Carm, in this gorgeous ceremony where he cried while I came down the aisle and he cried during his vows. Do you want to know what his vows were? Ask him when we get inside, because he got his and mine fucking tattooed on his arm!” You were welling up at this stage. “He stood there with me, through thick and fucking thin, he made me feel loved when I felt unlovable, Carmen. And yes he gives me butterflies, yes he fucks me better than you ever did, and he sees me for who I am. So yes, he makes me very fucking happy Carmen.”

Carmen stood there for a moment, then nodded. “I still love you, you know that, right?”

You scoffed, stamping out your cigarette. “You might want to get over that,” and you turned away, and walked back into the dinner. The rest of the dinner was quick, and you skipped the invite to Sydney’s to retire to your hotel room. You sat on the bed, makeup wipes in hand as you tried to wash the night off of you. 

“Hey darling,” Luca’s soft voice cut through the thoughts clouding your mind. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You smiled as he wrapped you up in a bear hug from behind, he was so perfect, so kind, so Luca. “Sure.”

“I heard a little bit of what you said to Carmy outside.”

You took a deep breath. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he sighed. “Before tonight, I was really fucking scared that when you found Carmy he’d somehow convince you I was a piece of shit and he’d sink his fucking claws into you again.”

You pressed a kiss to his arm and nodded. “He’s fucking…”

“He’s the worst,” he finished for you. “And I’m sorry about what he said tonight. He should’ve had the fucking manners to at least let us get to the third course before he started being a piece of shit.”

You both laughed, and you felt all the tension you held in slowly dissipate. “It was so delicious.”

“It was fucking amazing,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “You mum really did something special there.”

“At least we’ll see her more in London,” you shrugged. “I really loved that place.”

“So did I,” He sighed against your neck. “Remember training there? God, you were so fucking cute in your chef’s hat-”

“Hats make me look stupid!” You argued, but laughed regardless. You flung his arms off of you, and a wrestling match ensued, one that ended with him under you. You pressed a soft kiss to his lips, then he deepened it, his hands sneaking up your thighs and around your head. 

“You look good in anything,” he whispered. “But my favourite thing you ever wore was your wedding dress.”

When you pulled away from his lips you saw the starry-eyed smile and sincere look on his face, and you knew you made the right choice. 

Luca was your everything. Carmen was nothing now, and he had to live with that.

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the bear masterlist :)

navigation for my blog :) (criminal minds, obx, the bear, marvel, top gun, the hunger games :)

[noangeleither]

does anyone else still wonder about marcus' place in the whole review (s1e07) equation? like whyyyy was he so obsessed with perfecting a donut? it always bothered me.

sometimes i chalk it up to it being comedic relief but when carmy put his hands on him and he quit, it felt deeper than just a joke about how into donuts he was. i sympathize with him being so excited about this newfound love but it also feels too shallow for me to extend as much sympathy as i do with other characters in that episode who fucked up.

like when you think about sydney, carmy and richie and their place in how that mess started. the whole season led to this episode, and this explosion was bound to happen in some capacity because there was too much history, personalities and motivations going against each other.

for sydney, who represents a radical change. she wants the restaurant to be great. She's ambitious, a leader and creative. but like sheridan road sometimes it can get too much and blow up in her face. which kind of creates this loop of making everything the "thing". etc etc.

richie represents being firm in the past. like yes richie was a raging asshole to syd and carm but with prespective the audience is meant to sympathize with him trying to hold onto the last thing he can, bc everything is changing around him too fast (dead best friend, divorce, co-parenting).

carmy is right in the middle. he wants to fix his brother's restaurant. to fix is to make something better. to change it. he used the Beef to fix his relationship with his brother when that's impossible. hes holding onto the past bc he thinks he can change it somehow.

so with all those factors + ego + the fact that all 3 of them are pretty angry ppl = the review. richie gets stabbed. carmy rages. and syd quits.

but where does marcus fit? the show has never given us a reason as to why exactly he has such an emotional attachment to the donuts that he went into his own little world as every thing was going to shit. i felt like s2 gave a really good opportunity to explore that when he went to coppenhagen but they didnt. or maybe i missed it idk.

[fadeintolight]

anyone up for decoding these random words flashing on the screen before the hamburg and coppenhagen show? All i got are these:

source

[l1ve-l4ugh-lov3craft]

…finished the Coppenhagen scene in tc,b! and I-

I am…not well

[fifteenloove]

Haiiiii IM BACK!!! NEW IDENTITY REVEAL HEHEHEHEHE

Just wanted to drop by to let you know I've actually be thinking about omega jannik a LOT more than originally planned lmao. That coppenhagen visit, felt very "meet the inlaws after spending a heat with the guy you wanted to kill fuck point blank 4 months ago" vibes, ya know?

~Jay 🩷

Oh hi! Well. You know, I didn't really do janholger but I'm starting to see the appeal☺️ who doesn't love a good enemies to lovers from time to time!

And that joke about omaga Jannik is actually still relevant apparently omg😭

[carmenberzattosgf]

okay does anyone have a solid grip on what the hell the timeline for carmy is when he leaves home after high school? because honestly i have never been more confused ����fishes, which is christmas 2018 if i did my math right, is 5 years before the bear is set to open, and 4 years before mikey kills himself.

so like. was carmen sitting at that christmas dinner already having won the best up and coming chef award? he was 21 when he got that award. did he already go to culinary school in paris? when was he in california? they note that he was in coppenhagen at this time.

in his monologue in season one he says mikey shutting him out is what made him want to go and work at all these places and be the very best, but it didn't seem like he was shut out during fishes?

[malkments]

An early version of Newark Wilder with different lyrics.

coppenhagen, 1993

[etherealspacejelly]

dad dad dad m in town!! nd iv bought a dinosaur (called finn) SHES A JELLYCAT!!!, a rainbow bag from tiger coppenhagen, hairspray, a TRANS FLAG!!! and seven pin badges :)))))

hdjdjd i bought it ALLL with my own money too !!!!!! (the dungarees werent in my size 😔😔 but its ok bcuz my mums gonna look online)

:DDDD

nice!! im glad you had a good time. those are all such cool items

(shame about the dungarees tho)

[roobusmcscroobus]

Just had the most baller idea for a Punch-Out oc. A Swedish boxer named Oslo Coppenhagen whose dialogue is recorded in Finnish.