#bobevents

[beskar33]

Sick of these homos shoving their disgusting lifestyle in everyone's face 😒

[blocpulp]

Petar Bobev - The Green Vampire (Fantastika series, Bulgaria, 1987)

Artist: Dimitar Bakalov

[ev-isms]

2 am bobev approaches

[motherboardmania]

for @evbobev ! keyhole... from ev from bobev

[thealiciacouri]

Encore: Wage Equality for Women

How do you find the courage to stand up and do something brave?

Shell Bobev, founder of Disrupt the Gap shares her story of discovering that she was being paid ½ what a male peer was paid! 

Tune in to the Encore of "Unleash Your Audacious Confidence" show to hear how she triumphed, myths about the wage gap, learn how to advocate for equal pay in the workplace, and explore impactful ways to drive change within your organization. 

#WageEquality

#WomenInLeadership

#UnleashYourAudaciousConfidence

#AudaciousLeadership

#WomenEmpowerment

#AudaciousConfidence

#AliciaCouri

#AudaciousConceptsInc

#RedCarpetCEO

#Influence

#Educate

#Inspire

#Entertain

[bob-events]

The Band of Brothers 2021 Friendship Bonanza

All the fics, works of art and media are now live!

Happy international friendship day! 25 gorgeous works, all centred around friendship, are now available for all of us to enjoy!

The works have been created as a gift exchange, meaning they’re all based on someone’s individual prompts, but are of course also intended for every fan of BoB to enjoy.

For the first week, fics will be anonymous -- so read, kudos, comment and share as you want! On Friday, all authors will be revealed, and we will publish a work masterlist along with prompts here on Tumblr.

Happy Summer of Friendship, everyone! Currahee, good morning/day/evening/night wherever you are, remember to support your local creators and we wish you all the best of summers.

Currahee!

(Ps. If you participated in the event, and you’re not a fic writer, you are excempt from Anon Week! Don’t forget to tag any works you share on AO3 with #FriendshipBonanza21 so that we can find and reblog your wonderful, wonderful work! <3 )

[dawnleaf37]

ev from bobev

[444names]

french and american and roman emperor forenames

Adold Agnus Alanora Aleanny Alerrata Alianpaudi Aliff Alliane Allucie Alphiel Amart Anaxie Andos Andraigha Ariste Aronia Ascola Asony Aston Auren Avenne Baley Barlah Barlyne Bectore Belleone Berisan Berler Beroloren Berri Besty Binis Blanever Blannie Blessa Bobbilter Bobever Borie Branne Brediti Bricilly Bricki Brine Briney Bristan Brius Bronney Brorosette Cadle Cadred Callarcure Candorey Caris Caristert Carlenée Carome Carvainax Chendy Cheory Cheresuely Chria Chrienn Christi Cieugh Cilianite Cilleent Claell Clathy Claveletia Clawnax Cleoriena Clisty Cober Codititne Colis Colle Commy Condy Conielaul Constia Coreane Cored Cédéro Célie Célène Dacher Danyanpale Darci Dardon Debobus Debreendo Delippie Delle Desta Dethérômel Dettedway Dettevenée Diann Diles Dosick Dwarly Dwayn Dwilla Ebbie Ebeul Edgary Ellyne Elmana Elsemmaren Emmonny Entio Eretterry Erryla Esanda Eugla Eulius Eveth Faymon Faytoine Felaurola Felber Felmelle Feristamie Ferne Fervéris Floreboret Floreditus Florgelle Floricey Floïc Fraurey Freddick Frenclysty Frémeggin Gaingel Galet Garles Gella Gerran Gerry Gerryl Getted Gilballer Gille Gillisa Ginnianie Githel Gorgain Graine Grentinaom Guelick Hadon Haemie Hanne Hanus Heanus Heith Hentines Hercina Herick Herre Holan Hollethy Homius Hosie Huarcalla Huglaur Huglyd Hugueriken Intia Iscarlyste Isonyane Istia Jacey Jachan Jacque Jacquellie Jamena Jamius Jangette Janpie Jarca Jaris Jeand Jeanus Jeatsy Jeffelph Jefferry Jeffor Jenelor Jeriusadia Jerryley Jerta Jesty Jimicha Jimona Joane Joharra Johnnisty Jonius Jormaye Josey Josie Josty Jovine Juanca Juandritus Juane Judes Jularomes Julaude Juleody Jériandrée Jérès Karia Katrie Keigh Keita Kerna Kertistin Kimona Krian Kriane Kricey Krisonie Kristerin Krius Kuree Laete Lasony Laude Laudy Laurene Laurthin Laverbara Lennyan Leonin Leste Lestie Lexavin Lippernie Lisephin Lista Listal Loisan Loralucy Lorie Lorine Lormanny Loros Lorrick Louisa Lucarine Lucine Luilius Luper Maelbiete Magay Magayne Magne Mainie Mangen Mantho Mantie Mantinus Mantory Mançoistin Marannyann Marence Mareslian Marey Margabase Marguiser Marineslie Marinn Maris Marladie Marle Marlie Marloista Marly Marlynne Marmen Marna Maron Marria Marry Marus Marvick Marya Mathonjame Matrony Matrus Maudord Maxienne Maximony Melle Melleor Melmaronia Mericia Miany Micarlene Micha Mictont Millil Milmax Milyce Miren Mirène Mithéo Miussa Modneth Monadi Mondia Méline Nalel Naton Netra Nifranis Norent Odorge Oleene Olisa Olius Olyne Olynthiney Ottian Passius Patacry Paudia Paudie Paulenne Paurey Peana Peançoin Pedne Peggis Perly Permaris Pertomilie Petheneeno Pethie Pettasett Pette Petty Piena Piert Pupikos Quentie Rachan Raciangery Raina Raldrenus Ranio Ranittie Ranuen Redus Ressane Restera Rettephia Risona Rista Ristimie Robus Robyrin Rolaulius Ronat Ronik Roninattel Ronne Rookellaud Rubechrice Ruberryl Rucia Rudius Rélie Rélin Réline Rélivive Sadrine Saline Seanina Setty Shades Shanorrin Shelpharie Shere Shergis Sheryn Shlean Shler Sonatrine Soneandra Stine Stéphilma Suele Sévelie Sévell Teren Thencen Theon Thine Thollyden Thomichen Thonatite Théroy Tinuethew Tonie Toniscan Topatte Toran Tracelaggy Trind Trine Trosaly Troyden Valen Valinel Vallien Vandannick Veleope Vicatrie Vicharin Viellellie Vindystas Vinelie Vinitchèle Vitaletsy Vithervé Waria Warmannie Xancey Yoleoddia Yollawn Yolor Yvettever Yvonya Zanne Élagne Élina Éliochrike Érène Érèsevey Évereth

[mallelondon]

Next month we’ll be showcasing at the ‘Best of Britannia’ show on Brick Lane in London. Register @BestofBritannia for a complimentary pass and come visit us on the 12th - 13th of October. #BestofBritannia #bobevent #mallelondon #britishdesign #bestofbrittish (at Brick Lane)

[arxt1]

Geroch Group Description of Bubbling Geometries. (arXiv:1806.01590v1 [hep-th])

The Riemann-Hilbert approach to studying solutions of supergravity theories allows us to associate spacetime independent monodromy matrices (matrices in the Geroch group) with solutions that effectively only depend on two spacetime coordinates. This offers insights into symmetries of supergravity theories, and in the classification of their solutions. In this paper, we initiate a systematic study of monodromy matrices for multi-center solutions of five-dimensional U(1)$^3$ supergravity. We obtain monodromy matrices for a class of collinear Bena-Warner bubbling geometries. We show that for this class of solutions, monodromy matrices in the vector representation of SO(4,4) have only simple poles with residues of rank two and nilpotency degree two. These properties strongly suggest that an inverse scattering construction along the lines of [arXiv:1311.7018 [hep-th]] can be given for this class of solutions, though it is not attempted in this work. Along the way, we clarify a technical point in the literature: we show that the so-called "spectral flow transformations" of Bena, Bobev, and Warner are precisely a class of Harrison transformation when restricted to the situation of two commuting Killing symmetries in five-dimensions.

from gr-qc updates on arXiv.org https://ift.tt/2systlC

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[beskar33]

hot n cold

[blocpulp]

Petar Bobev - The Loner of the Ice Desert (Bulgaria, 1963)

artist: Dimitar Popvasilev

[beskar33]

Pre-relationship BoBev, lil over 2k words I think (sowwy). Part of a longer fic I was working on. Two emotionally constipated bros wandering the desert 5ft apart cuz they're not gay.

-

"You gonna actually let me see what we're working with? Take the stupid boot off yourself if you're gonna act like a baby about it."

Boba sighs, leaning his head back to look up at the sky, reds and golds fading into dusk as the twin suns set. Bev is crouching in the twilit sand, muttering under his breath as he rummages through a battered rucksack.

It surprised Boba at first to learn that Bev had originally been trained as a field medic. However many times he'd seen it, it was always odd to observe the mercenary using his skills for healing rather than harming.

Boba grunts as he unfastens the straps on the cover before removing the boot to reveal the heavy durasteel alloy frame that now made up the bottom of his left leg. He removes that as well, wincing at the pressure as he unscrews the sides and pulls it out, forced to see the scarring from the crude cauterization he'd done.

He feels naked without the fake leg, a kind of vulnerability he did not like one bit. The only thing going through his mind in that moment was the thought of some unforeseen foe lurking down the dunes while he was unable to stand.

Bev has laid out a beaten roll of tools and a few herbs that he places in a mortar to grind into a paste.

"When does it hurt? When you move it or if you're standing still?"

"Both."

Bev clicks his tongue when he glimpses over at the remains of Boba's leg.

"I see why. Kinda hack job you did, burc'ya. Looks raw as hell. Probably 'cos every time you bend that thing, it's rubbing against your skin. Need to smooth the socket out and add thicker liner to the inside."

He catches the barely concealed disgust that flickers briefly over Boba's expression.

-

Bev had tended to too many lost body parts in his time. There were some he had seen where the damage was so extensive that he hoped they would die before he got to them so they wouldn't have to bear it. He had even had to fix up his own face when his eye had been gouged out, a pain unlike any other that he still had dreams of sometimes.

He understood well what it was to not want to face the evidence of his humanity, defined by the almost endless capacity to be damaged and still wake the next day. He barely removed his eyepatch, even when he was alone, save for showering. He detested mirrors, refusing to meet whatever beast now resided in them.

-

He pours a bit of bacta over his hands as a precaution before he scoots up closer to Boba, squinting in the firelight. He gingerly touches the skin around the peg and grimaces when he hears Boba hiss between his teeth.

"This'll hurt a bit before it helps. The tank you've been snoozing in might've healed a bit of it but it's pretty useless with the way the weight's resting on it. It's like reopening the wounds each time you move."

Bev continues to speak as he works, gently rubbing the salve around the area and the screws on the sides, his fingers moving automatically, muscle memory.

"Used to use this mixture for everything from blunt force trauma to pulling teeth. Give it a few minutes. It'll numb the pain for a while, so you can sleep easier after this."

Boba watches him closely, unnerved that he's being touched so gently by hands that so many had perished to. It was slightly revolting to him to be seen in such a sorry state, especially by Bev, who he was still sure after all these moons would be tempted to strike him through the heart if he found he could get more credits for it than he was currently being paid.

But oftentimes, much to Boba's confusion, Bev was the only one who noticed things like this and insisted on helping, even if it felt unnecessary, even a bit anxiety-inducing, to Boba.

Bev would examine the wreckage that seemed to follow Boba wherever he went, maybe with some biting retort but never any judgments about the extent of it all. He'd clean it up without being asked. As much as they butted heads, that counted for something to Boba.

"Stop looking at me," Bev says bluntly.

Annoyed, Boba spits back, "I'm looking at what you're doing, not looking at you."

"Whatever," Bev huffs, his instincts telling him to say something awfully rude but stopping himself.

"Hurry up, Mando'ad."

"Quit whining, Fett."

When Bev glances up, he sees a kind of expression in the other man's eyes that sends a flash of self-consciousness through him. He quickly breaks off the eye contact and thereafter does his best to avoid it. He's suddenly all too aware of how close they're sitting, too aware of flesh under his fingers instead of iron.

He notices the way Boba's eyes follow every movement with caution, as if he can't choose whether to keep them on Bev's hands or the desert beyond.

"Relax, burc'ya. Your beloved blaster-fire may've deafened you, but if anyone were to tiptoe within a mile of us, I'd hear them and dispatch them before they got a chance to pray about it."

The fire cracks behind them. The moons begin their ascent over the dunes.

Boba doesn't respond to the reassurance. In fact, it almost makes him feel more uncomfortable. He wants to jump out of his skin but he sits patiently, trying not to look as stripped bare as he sometimes felt around Bev.

Bev cuts off thick layers of bandage to wrap around the area to allow the balm to sink in deep and add some actual padding around the area. He inspects closely, making sure nothing has been missed.

"You're good for now," he murmurs. "I'll fix that foresaken prosthetic for you soon so it won't be such a nuisance. You'll probably neglect to, tion'serimi?"

A few moments pass in near-silence aside from the rustling of Bev's tools, the fire crackling, and the scraping of metal as Boba screws the frame back into place, flexing it slightly to find the familiar pain has mostly left, a dull ache in its place that he could easily ignore.

He lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.

"Thanks," he says, a bit begrudgingly.

"It's whatever."

Boba frowns down at his leg, lost in thought for a moment.

"You're a decent healer. What happened to make you enjoy taking lives more than saving them?"

At this, Bev's head jerks up as he looks back like a cornered animal.

"Lots of shit. Nothing you'd wanna hear about before bed."

Boba scoffs. "You think you need to shield me, of all beings, from the realities of life and death?"

"You wouldn't understand," Bev replies lowly.

"I would like to understand. Hence, the question."

"You couldn't."

"How would you know that?" Boba asks coldly.

"I just know."

"You don't know anything. Little pest."

"Usen'ye!" Bev snaps. "Leave it be! Leave me be."

He feels familiar hot, dark anger course through his chest where a heart must have been once. He shakes his head quickly, as if to banish something from himself, tapping two fingers to the beskar'ta on his chest in silent apology to whatever spirits still cared enough to watch over him.

"Fuck. You and all your questions."

He stands, looking down at Boba with more hurt in his face than the Daimyo had seen before. Boba wonders if he's pushed far enough for an actual fight. He stays quiet, impassive, as Bev stares daggers into him. His fingers twitch to feel for the holster of the blaster on his hip as he waits for the other man to draw a weapon.

But Bev just glares, his lips curling into a snarl.

"Listen. I watch your six, you pay up. You don't need to know anything about me that won't impact my job here. Alright? Gods above, Fett. Let me wallow in my fuckin' misery in peace."

At this, he turns and spits on the ground at his feet, leaving Boba grinding his teeth as he wonders what to say. He watches Bev sit back down at the fire, back turned as he slides the thin lance out of its housing in his cane, using a weathered rock to sharpen it.

Boba sighs again, exasperated. Every time he was close to cracking this aggravating headcase, he always hit some unexpected wall that closed down all communication for the rest of the day. He was sure that there must be something, anything, beyond the barrier of rage, something he could hold up to the light and see through.

It had been too many years. He was tired of waiting outside the door, but for some twisted reason could not refrain from continuing to knock.

-

After nearly half an hour passes without a word or glance between them, Boba stands carefully, testing the weight on his sore leg before circling the fire and seating himself right across from Bev, placing his chin in his hands.

"What?" Bev asks, tone laced with venom. "You gonna stare at me all fuckin' night?"

Boba nods to the lance. "If you sharpen that thing any more, the blade will disappear."

"Yeah? How's that your problem? You wanna feel a proper sting when I finally stick it where the suns don't shine?"

"Put down the fucking stone, Talaït. And do not think that you have some special privilege from me. I could end you where you sit and leave your body for the massiffs to pick over."

Bev snorts and casts the rock away and they hear it thud into the sand. He secures the lance back into the cane, laying it across his lap to trail his fingers over the scratches and dents.

"Go ahead then. Nobody'll come looking for me," Bev says definitively, voice strained.

Silence closes its dampening jaws around them once more.

The suns have fully set now, leaving a slight chill in the air, setting their shadows free to dance along the ground with each flicker of flame. Bev wraps his cloak tighter around himself, drawing up his knees as he stares into the fire.

Bitterly he asks, "Why do you never follow through with those bullshit threats of yours? I've seen you in action. You've left bodies in the dirt to rot for lesser offenses. So why am I still here right now?"

Boba raises his eyebrows, taken slightly off guard by this. He prods the fire with a twig before tossing it in and watching it twist grotesquely as it burns away.

He tilts his head as he studies Bev's face, which appears uncharacteristically defeated. "You want to die then? With barely half a life lived?"

"Made my peace with it. A long time ago. I know better than to want anything."

Boba sniffs, grinding his teeth again. So much runs through his head, churning and smashing together, an indecipherable mass of something he doesn't want to see or feel trying to crawl out of his skull through his mouth.

Gods, how he wished it was hatred, something he knew how to handle. He wished he could rip it out of his body, slam it down in the space between them, a physical trophy.

How he wanted to point to it and scream at Bev, "Look at it. Here is what you dredge out of me. Here is the terrible mess, this awful, nauseating thing you've created inside of me. How fucking dare you ever think to leave me alone with it."

After a long pause, he says instead, "You want to know why I'm not strangling you right now, you little shit?"

They meet each other's gaze.

"Nothing scares you, Talaït. Not this," Boba motions to his leg, "never flinching away from any part of me or others that would make anyone else turn heel. I'm not sure if you're the bravest or the stupidest man I've ever met. I'm still trying to decide."

Bev looks back to the fire, transfixed on the roiling currents of the thoughts still threatening to drown him. He tugs absentmindedly at one of the rings pierced through his lip.

He's nearly whispering when he finally speaks again.

"Are you ever afraid?"

His eye swivels up to Boba again, all the anger seemingly seeped out.

At this Boba can't help but laugh a little.

"You're joking."

But for once, there are no verbal fists at the ready from Bev as he replies, "I mean it. You ever get scared? 'Cos I can't imagine it."

"Then I have done quite a fine job of fooling you."

Bev nods slowly. "Guess I fooled you too then. Sometimes, I think I'm afraid of everything around me. Everyone."

"Even me?"

"Especially you."

The words are like teeth against Boba's throat.

"Why?" he asks, trying not to let any hurt creep into his voice.

Bev blinks at him, jaw clenched, as if the answer was written on his face and Boba was purposefully ignoring it.

"'Cos I don't like to look in the mirror."