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[velviaboy]

[allthingseurope]

Sarajevo. Bosnia (by Miguel)

[vintageeurope]

Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina 1920s

[bobemajses]

A Bosnian woman, Zejneba Hardaga, covers her Jewish neighbor's yellow star with her veil as they walk together. The Hardaga family sheltered Jews during the Axis occupation of Sarajevo. Yosef Kabiljo testified later “They welcomed us with the words: ‘Josef, you are our brother, and your children are like our children. Feel at home and whatever we own is yours.’”

[eteroutsider]

KDP (Katachreza Dobropotreblenie, he/she/they) also known as the normalest 49 year old

[sprint95]

sarajevo 2019

[hatsbuckets]

Good evening fine people of the blr. Never have I had a single omegaverse thought about the 141 once in my life. (In the 5ish months I've been knowing about them.) Or omegaverse period??? Not once outside of just like reading other people's posts. And now I have… and I kinda wanna post, but I don'---

Omega!Price never having nested before.

This man. This emotionally constipated, duty first, mother fucking man. Has never built a nest. Not once as an adult.

He absolutely repressed his instincts. Not because Omegas are seen as lesser—they’re not. Omegas are important, valuable, powerful. No, he just didn’t let himself. Didn’t have the time. The space. The luxury. Always the leader. Always on alert. Comfort was a thing for after.

And then one night, Omega!Soap finds out.

He’s drunk. Half-curled in Ghost’s lap, legs kicked up on Gaz, talking shit with his mouth full of crisps—and Price, sipping tea like the goddamn Victorian war wife he is, just says it as the conversation goes. Casual.

“Haven’t nested since I was a kid.”

Soap goes still. Blinks.

“You,” he says. Slow. Dangerous. Like a drunk man about to start a bar fight with gravity. “You fuckin’ what?”

Price doesn’t even look up. “Did as a kid. Didn’t see the point, after.”

And Soap sits up. Wrenches himself upright with all the force of a wronged man. (Gaz half prepared to catch him.)

“Ye didnae see the point?! Are ye fuckin’ mad?!”

He scrambles off the couch, finger pointed like a damn executioner. “We—we coulda had a nest! A real one! Soft an’ big an’ warm! Wi’ blankets an’ hoodies an’ shirts that smell like us! We coulda shared it! An’ you—”

He points again, accusatory. “You just decided tae go without?! Like comfort's a bloody weakness or somethin’?”

Price raises a brow. “Soap.”

“No. No.”

He turns in a wobbly little circle and points again, now at everyone.

“And you lot! You’ve all just been lettin’ him live like this?! Nik? Ghost? Gaz?!”

Gaz: “I only found out two seconds ago.”

Ghost: “I’d rather die than talk about his nesting habits."

Nik, the ever utterly unbothered Alpha, shrugs off his jacket and hands it to Soap without a word.

Soap clutches it. Breathes in deep. Nods.

“Good,” he says. “That’s a start.”

And then he storms off toward Price’s room, tripping slightly over his own feet and yelling, “Yer room’s a fuckin’ void, John! Hollow! I’m fixin’ it an’ yer gonna help me! Bring me yer hoodies! Yer old shirts! That daft jumper ye wore in Sarajevo! All of it!”

Price: “You don’t have to—”

“Nope! Won’t hear it!”

He’s already at the door. “You sit on th’ floor, you sit on th' mattress an’ drink tea in a cold barren box like a sad wee soldier ghost! Well guess what? Not on my fuckin’ watch, sir. You’re nesting tonight, whether ye like it or not!”

Price blinks. Ghost is smirking behind his hand. Nik’s already unzipping a second layer. Kyle stands up and stretches like, “Welp, better get the laundry.”

And when Price finally walks into his room ten minutes later...

Soap’s there. Sitting in the middle of a pile of hoodies, jackets, jumpers, and soft things stolen from every member of the team. He’s building it with frantic precision. Muttering under his breath. “Too cold on this side. Needs another jumper. Where’s that shirt—oh there ye are, sweetheart.”

And there’s already a space in the middle.

Left open. Waiting.

Price stares at it for a long moment. Then shrugs off his hoodie. Adds it to the pile.

Just to help.

That’s all.

(And then Soap looks up at him, flushed and stubborn and very clearly drunk, and says, “In ye get, then,” and Price sighs but yeah. He gets in.)

[biblixphilia]

a love letter to Bosnia 🤍

(photos by me)

[somniator-puella]

Pusti. Vrijeme je. Bice sve OK. Samo pusti.

- sta god ti je prvo proslo kroz glavu

[ko-snijeg-ptica-bijela]

📍Sarajevo

[captain-price-unofficially]

Bosnian sniper Nadia Jeriagic aims a rifle at Serbian snipers in the mountains from her position on the 20th floor of a Sarajevo building. Jeriagic, who works a regular shift sniping at Serbs, was an artist before the war. 1992

[allthingseurope]

Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

Films watched in 2025.

Top 10 April.

La Belle Noiseuse (Jacques Rivette, 1991)

Murmur of Youth (Lin Cheng-sheng, 1997)

Messidor (Alain Tanner, 1979)

The Day I Became a Woman (Marzieh Makhmalbaf, 2000)

What’s Up Doc? (Peter Bogdanovich, 1972)

Caro Diario (Nanni Moretti, 1993)

Je vous salue, Sarajevo (Jean-Luc Godard, 1993)

A Confucian Confusion (Edward Yang, 1994)

A hora da Estrela (Suzana Amaral, 1985)

The Age of Innocence (Martin Scorsese, 1993)

(My list on Letterboxd -click here-)

[bobemajses]

The huge Sephardic synagogue of Sarajevo named Kal Grande, one of the largest and ornate one in the Balkans, was erected between 1926 and 1930 as a counterpart of the Ashkenazi synagogue on the opposite river bank, in the Art Nouveau neighborhood. Its builder, Rudolf Lubinski from Zagreb, was one of the greatest Art Nouveau artists in the Balkans.

Designed for two thousand believers, the Kal Grande was built with a large elliptic dome, and with an entrance courtyard imitating the Alhambra, the Moorish fortress in southern Spain. Its apsis, according to Sephardic tradition, looked toward th south, the river, while its entrance was from the north. But the synagogue stood only ten years. The Germans and Ustashas, entering the town in April 1941, heavily damaged it. It was restored in a simplified secular form in 1965, and the former dome was replaced with a flat roof. The building was initially used as the Đuro Đaković Workers' University and currently as the Bosnian Cultural Center.

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electronic tomb