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damselofblueroses · 3 years ago

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Bambi, Chapter 1

You are my Bambi, girl, I am your candy, tell me what are you waiting for?

Summary: As an archaeologist who works on the Ancient Greece, you were on the verge of excavations’ session. While you have been preparing your team, you learned that your institute decided on your team has to work with another team as they wanted the outcome as a collaboration. The head of other team was your biggest rival, a scumbag in your eyes: Byun Baekhyun.

You two were supposed to work together for three months, in a Greek Island, Chios.

Could you manage to not kill Byun Baekhyun for three months?

Content: AU, heavily Greek mythology, enemies to friends.

Warnings: Well, the story contains NSFW/Smut, please minors do not continue.

Note: This story will be four or five chapters if I will not change my mind in the meantime. It is inspired by my major; however, I do not have a complete knowledge on archaeology, I am a historian. If I will make a technical mistake, please let me know. I am willing to receive any kind of feedback; you are more than welcomed to drop a message.

Chapter One: UN Village

June, Incheon Airport

Along the curves of the hill

Rolling, rolling, rolling hills

As we climb there’s a broken streetlight

When I see one, I turn off the lights under it

Baekhyun was nothing but ready for the excavation.

You were more than ready for the session.

Both of you, were nothing but two leaders who hated each other equally.

You were eyeing each other with saying no words since your teams came together in the airport. Before this particular moment of departure, you refused to meet with Byun Baekhyun, putting aside meeting with him, you refused even dropping an e-mail in order to let Sunkyungwan Team about Sejong Team. You were clear and strict as fuck, even though two teams had to work together for three months, you had zero intention to get accustomed with the other team leader.

The weather was sunny, nice and warm, however because of you and Baekhyun, your team members were feeling like they were trapped in a fucking blizzard during the coldest winter.

You were aware of your team members had positive opinions of that scoundrel, especially the girls, as you had your first-handed experiences because of your stupid classmates, Byun Baekhyun was very famous of his abilities to cast a spell on women. The problem was he was also famous as a serial dater, serial killer type of men.

A bastard, nothing more nothing less.

“Indy,” one of your team members, Minseok, called you. Although, calling you as Indy was also a habit of Minseok, it was also an obligation for the others, you insisted on calling you by your nickname or your name, instead of calling you as sunbae. You did not like the hierarchical titles. “Should we move into the control point?”

“Yeah, if you are ready.” you replied, grabbing your luggage and the rest.

“I guess we have to alert Sunkyungwan people since we will fly together.” Hyesun pointed out, your eyebrows knitted.

“I guess,” you recall her words. “They also have this information, so we do not have to alert anyone, we are not their babysitters.”

Hyesun’s cheeks were blushing after you kindly scolded her, but she was clever enough to hold her tongue. Your dislike towards Sunkyungwan was not a secret as you used every opportunity to show it. You led your team to the kiosks, counting the heads automatically. You had six here, you were going to have ten more when you arrive to Chios whose coming from all around European universities. With thirteen Sunkyungwan students, the excavation was going to shelter almost forty members. It was going to be massive, you had to admit. You never had more than twenty students in the field till now, but you were going to lead an extraordinary team as Junmyeon craved into your brain’s folds with his hammer of words.

You wished to be with Junmyeon right now, you were more tense than usual. Junmyeon could put you in more stable mood, however you even did not think to name him while the executives were asking your possible candidates. He would kill you merciless, you knew it very well.

Eh, at least you got Sehun, Junmyeon’s brother in your team, he had a lot of similarities with Junmyeon even though he could be noisier than anyone you know, however you accepted him as your dongsaeng, as his precious noona and role model, you also knew how to put him in an order. Then you had Minseok, the eternal field-partner of yours. He was older than you, although he was engaged in a Ph.D. programme in abroad, he willingly accepted your invitation. You had four seniors, Shinhye, Yixing, Jongdae and Hyesun.

To your dismay, two of the seniors who you really could want in your team, Chanyeol and Kyungsoo were in that bastard’s team. You were of the fact that they were immensely close to each other, but you wished to have them in your team as their abilities were precious.

Especially Doh Kyungsoo.

You missed that fucking bastard who preferred to be with Baekhyun.

Life, you inhaled. It was not going exactly in the way you could ask.

“On your foot, soldiers.” you called your team around you. “Do you collect all the materials you will be in need of?”

“Yeah.” Jongdae cutely pointed to his tiniest bag. “I am ready to excavate.”

“Exactly you will need every tool you have.” Shinhye smacked her husband’s shoulder. Yeah, you had a married couple in your team, although you were a year younger them, you always regarded yourself as their big sister, if not a mother. “You are going to work too much, Dae. I have sleepless nights because of the burden on your shoulders.”

You could not help but burst into laughs after the look Jongdae gave to his wife. Those idiots, they were so lovely and instead of their endless scolding sessions, they were incredibly fond of each other.

Sometimes you wonder, how having your significant other by your side would be?

You slightly shook your head, quickly climbing out of this deep cliff.

“Let’s go!” you exclaimed, jumping to the air. “Sejong is ready for the session!”

Baekhyun was watching you with a disgusted expression.

“Move on, Baekhyun.” Chanyeol pushed his body to forward. “We will miss the flight, Goddamnit.”

“Give him couple of minutes.” Kyungsoo chuckled. “He is fucking the girl with his eyes, frankly, he is doing it unapologetically.”

“Which girl?” Chanyeol’s eyes widened. “Do you mean, that girl? You c-

“Of course, I am not.” Baekhyun interrupted Chanyeol, staring at Kyungsoo. “She can go and fuck herself.”

“Well,” Kyungsoo stood up, placing his book into the bag. “I guess, you are going to be one to fuck her, but maybe I am wrong.”

“In her dreams.” Baekhyun laughed. “If she can manage to dream something like this, but I do not think so. That little freak can put even the nuns into a shame.”

“She is beautiful to be honest.” Chanyeol said with no different intention but observing your features carefully. “Okey maybe not the hottest girl in the town, but she is pretty, and I heard she is very clever.”

“She is.” Kyungsoo approved. “But she kicked Baekhyun’s ass twice, so he cannot endure her presence.”

“She never,” Baekhyun grunted lowly. “Kick me or my proverbial parts!”

“Did someone talk about kicking some asses?” Jongin appeared out of nowhere. “I am in.”

“Shut up, Jongin.” Baekhyun rolled his eyes. “Let’s pick the team.”

The smile on Kyungsoo’s face irritated Baekhyun, he wanted to erase that fucking grin so bad, punching his face but Baekhyun had to hold his manners as the team leader. If they would be in their flat, he could already beat the shit out of Kyungsoo, at least he would try.

Baekhyun hated the fact that Kyungsoo had the exact past with you and him. Three of you entered the department together, instead Kyungsoo went to another university to pursue his master, in the end he testified every moment between you and Baekhyun.

That’s why he was smiling since he learned you were going to be the other team leader.

Baekhyun was aware of the close relationship between you and Kyungsoo, one of his best friends.

Quickly Baekhyun led his team to the control point, close to your team. He was avoiding from this step, however as the leader, presenting his fucking team to your team was his responsibility. When they arrived, he took a deep breath.

“Good morning to all.” his blood started to boil when you turned to him with a displeased face expression. Your eyebrows were knitted, your fucking lips formed as a thick line, your dislike was palpable and Baekhyun knew his own face was mirroring your feelings. “I hope you are fine, could you let me present my team to you?”

Baekhyun wanted nothing but cut the shit off.

“Good morning.” you answered between your teeth. Your voice sounded extremely creepy. “Yeah, go for it.”

You do not make a favour to me, bloody woman, Baekhyun thought but he put all his efforts to control his words.

“My name is Byun Baekhyun, I am going to lead Sunkyungwan Team this year.” he looked at your team members, quickly memorized their faces. “I really look forward to work with you, I wish a good session for us. They are my members, Park Chanyeol, Doh Kyungsoo, Kim Jongin, Kim Danbi, Lee Taemin, Lee Donghae, Kim Jonghyun, Kim Kibum, Lee Seungjo, Kang Seulgi, Im Yoona, Kim Taeyeon and Kwon Yuri.”

“You are like a troop, huh?” one of your girls smiled after Baekhyun finished his presentation.

“More or less.” Baekhyun smiled back to her. What a surprise to him was the transformation of your face. You warmly smiled to the members and bowed to each of them.

Baekhyun raised his left eyebrow, but he could not avert his eyes from your smiling face.

It was pleasant like a spring day and when you smile your eyes were shining.

“Thank you.” he heard your voice. “My team is not big as yours, Park Shinhye, Kim Jongdae, Zhang Yixing, Oh Sehun, Kim Minseok and Song Hyesun.”

“You forget yourself.” Minseok slapped his forehead and rolled his eyes. “Indy is going to lead Sejong Team as she has been leading us for the last two years, you can put your faith on her, she is the greatest.”

“Indy?” Jongin repeated your nickname with a surprised face. “Are you foreigner?”

“Do I look like?” you laughed and prevented yourself from flinching his forehead. He was such a cute kid. “That’s how my team call me.”

“Ah.” Jongin blushed and you could not control yourself anymore.

“But if you want, you can also call me as Indy.” you grinned like a Cheshire cat. “Everything must be equal for the teams since we are going to live together during a whole summer.”

“I would like to.” Jongin bowed to you.

“So do we need to add sunbae when we call you?” Kyungsoo asked.

“Have you ever called me as a sunbae, Doh Kyungsoo?” you coldly replied. “Did Sunkyungwan change your behaviours?”

“Gardens of roses turn to garths of thorns in a second.” Kyungsoo murmured but he was smiling to you, then he opened his arms, catching you off guard because you knew that Kyungsoo was not a huge fan of hugs. “Will you salute me as a good friend, or will I start calling you as sunbae?”

“Shut the fuck up, Doh.” you inhaled, but actually you were happy to see your still-working-on friendship. You moved to hug him, he held you tightly and lifted you to the air, then turned around himself, made you laugh like a 5-year-old girl.

Baekhyun did not like what was happening before his eyes. Kyungsoo had to be with Baekhyun, not hugging you for his fucking dear life, or lifting and turning you around like you were very dear to him. He hated sharing his friends with you, he already lost Junmyeon, he wanted to keep Kyungsoo and Chanyeol to himself. You should be fucking away from them, they were Baekhyun’s and only Baekhyun’s friends.

And there was another fragile issue that Baekhyun had been keeping in the deepest point of his heart and mind, like the palace of Nyx in the darkest part of Tartarus. Extremely delicate, horrendous, and even atrocious.

Baekhyun was aware of a strange presence was lying down beneath his hatred, dislike and continuous loathe towards you, there was a layer of curiosity, something could feed different layers and causing an earthquake in his life. Baekhyun knew that you were his biggest rival, but you became his rival by your talents and intelligence. He knew this and this piece of realization doubled his hate towards you.

The funny part was the things he did not realize. Baekhyun was full of confidence, he was capable of performing even miracles, however he never perceive the fact that you were also a miracle.

“So, what we are going to do?” Chanyeol asked to everyone with a huge, happy smile. Baekhyun fended himself off moaning, happy virus Chanyeol already sensed the chance of levitating the mood between the teams and playing along with it. “Are we boarding?”

“Yeah, let’s go.” one of your boys, Sehun, came close to Chanyeol. Baekhyun and you immediately glared them, noticing the chemistry between these two. Both of you wished to keep the teams apart from each other in order to reduce the obliged interactions between the leaders, but it seemed not possible even from the beginning. Baekhyun was cursing between his lips, you were swearing at the executive board in your mind.

“Indy,” Shinhye whispered to you. “Are you okey? You look like wanting to kill one of us.”

“Not you.” you answered without thinking, then registered to your words. “Ignore me, Shinhye, I am a little bit tense right now.”

“We got your back.” she blinked at you and held Jongdae’s hand. “Let’s start the adventure!”

What an adventure, you thought but silently joined them. Kyungsoo also was walking next to you.

“Why the heck you went to Sunkyungwan?” you spilled the bean. “I always believed you would stay in Sejong.”

“Yeah, that was my intention.” Kyungsoo was plain as always. “However, Sunkyungwan gives me more opportunities to secure my career, Indy.”

“I know.” you had to admit. Sejong was not generous as Sunkyungwan. “Sorry for my selfish words.”

“No worries.” he beamed. “It happens all the time, but I am really happy to work with you again.”

“Old but gold days, huh?”

“Well, it was not purely gold,” Kyungsoo followed the flows and ebbs. “Do you remember when we were almost expelled from the university?”

“Is there a way to forget those days?” you immediately took a look on Baekhyun. It was his fault, obviously. “We were shitting in our pants instead of the one who put us in that situation.”

“Come on,” Kyungsoo chuckled. “It was not only his fault, Indy, our hands were also crimson red.”

“Let me recall the memory, Doh,” you pinched his hand, he playfully pushed your fingers. “Excuse me if I am wrong, however that scumbag was the one who challenged you to confiscate the coin, because of your involvement into the incident, I had no choice but dragging your ass out of shit.”

“They caught two of us in the crime field.” Kyungsoo burst into laughs. “Professor Lee went ballistic and scolded us like we just killed a person cold heartedly.”

“And you could not see the reason behind it?” You were cutting Kyungsoo’s body with your eyes. “If someone tries to steal a coin from the excavation house during the session, I will kill them for sure. We were so lucky, the one who caught us was Professor Lee.”

“I heard you are strictest when it comes to excavation.” Kyungsoo assured you. “But try to not kill us.”

“The only one I am going to take down,” you shivered with the memory, Kyungsoo was already regretful to remind it to you. Well, maybe not so much because he wanted you and Baekhyun to realize the potential relationship you could have, and the easiest way in order to put you two in touch was making you angry. “That bastard if he will behave like the old days. We are not children anymore.”

“Have you ever been a kid?”

“Fuck off, Kyungsoo.”

“You did not change even a bit, Indy.” Kyungsoo made his statement. Obviously, you were going to keep this to yourself, taking his silent approval made you were more than happy. “You are still a pain in the ass.”

“And you are still a good boy.” you grinned, watching his lips formed around silent laughs. “Such a cute puppy for me, let me see your wagging tail.”

“I am sorry to interrupt your flirting session,” Kyungsoo turned to Baekhyun’s deadpanned face. “However, we have to move.”

“When you come across to a pretty girl,” Kyungsoo did not miss the chance of returning the favour. “You have to flirt with her. Wasn’t it your advice?”

“Yeah.” Baekhyun looked at you, then turned to Kyungsoo.

You knew what was going to happen.

“He said pretty girls,” you tucked the words in Baekhyun’s mouth before he could open his fucking damn mouth. “To my dismay, I have never been pretty to correspond the standards of Byun Baekhyun the Magnificent. I am crying for the lack of beauty almost every night, I mean living without Byun Baekhyun’s interests… Such a misery.”

Kyungsoo bit his lower lip in order to hold his laugh, Baekhyun’s fists were clenching but you did not stop there.

"Ah I almost forget to ask for the name of that little village, Baekhyun.” you directly looked at his eyes since ages. “Where the girl you desperately wanted to bless with your attention left you? UN Village?”

You immediately spin on your tiptoes, then slipped towards to Sehun, leaving two of them behind of you, refusing to look at back. In the meantime, Baekhyun was throwing daggers to your back, grinding his teeth, his jaw was extremely tensed. Before Kyungsoo could stop him, he swiftly came to your side, you felt his breath on your neck.

You shivered.

You fucking shivered and Baekhyun noticed that.

“You are playing with the fire, as always.” he whispered to your ear before someone could notice what he was doing. “Did you forget who was burning with fire, baby girl?”

He quickly disappeared and started to make such a fuss in order to gather his team members around himself. You were frozen, after years, you were frozen, you missed the little smile on the corner of Baekhyun’s mouth.

You were on the verge of screaming because of the frustration you had felt. You forced yourself to proceed, walked into the plane, helped your team in order to set their belongings and place into their seats, then you retreated your own seat. It was comfortable and you could easily snatch a blanket. Your wish became true, even quicker than you expected because Sehun, your wonderful Sehun, already brought a soft blanket for you. You smiled at him, actually forgiving him for building bonds with Chanyeol since they changed their seats in order to sit next to each other and weaved your legs around the fabric.

Your brain was in autopilot, you were lost in the horrible memories. You did not want to recall them, you buried them into the cemetery of your memory. You wished nothing but never remember that day.

The day in that village.

Baekhyun was mad at himself.

His face was clouded, for the first time he was silent and sitting on the farthest seat in the plane. He really wanted to be alone, and since being vocal about his feeling was so natural for him, he told his need to the team. They willingly let him to do what he wanted, as a result, he was looking out of window, hell if a person could see something out of a plane’s window, and he was cursing himself.

He knew it was going to be a chess play. Between you and him.

It has been always like the chess.

There was a bond between you and Baekhyun, even thought you two always refused it, you also were aware of that bond. You equally hated each other and if there was a thing which could make you happier than seeing each other’s downfalls, that was the opportunity of being the one who digs the other’s grave by their hands.

He was sure on he was going to be the one who sets your body on fire, then finishes you. He was sure on he was going to be the victor, the one and only champion.

When he kills you, erases your name for all eternity, when he condemns you with demnatio memoriae, he will calmly breathe again.

You were a pain in the ass, even when you were not around of Baekhyun, you had a place in his mind since that fucking day he met you. Your presence was like a tree, how much he could try, he could neither find your roots in his mind nor cut them all.

You were his enemy; he was going to treat you as you deserved.

There would be no turning back.

But…

He was mad at himself.

He made a wrong move while he was trying to disturb you, shake your cage in order to give you a lesson.

He also remembered.

The day in that fucking village.

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vaingod · 2 years ago

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im literally like 80kms from greece and their beaches it feels like such a waste not to go or even to the black sea, but ive been all over bulgaria the past 2 weeks from the east turkish villages my dad is from to the far south mountains my mom is from, visiting cemeteries every other day to see relatives i couldnt send off, even went far north to Silistra at the romanian border and hiked to so many thracian excavation sites, im so tired and wanna go home but ill miss this place so much, 3 days left

#ramblings #tomorrow i return to my birthplace Stara Zagora and its endless construction +signs everywhere saying WELCOME TO OUR 8000 YEAR OLD CITY

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ofdinos-blog · 5 years ago

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hello, everyone ! i’m fox ( twenty-one years old. she/they. ) and honestly ... in my five+ years of rping i don’ think i ever rp’d in a big metropolitan city setting ? which ofc means im beyond excited to throw my messy ass mans at all of u. everything u need 2 know about jude is under the cut, and if you’d like to plot with him please give his post a ♡ !

⚜ — hey, is that CHRIS EVANS? oh no, that’s just JUDE REDDINGTON, the 37 year old CIS MALE who is a NYU PROFESSOR, and live up in QUEENS. i’ve heard they are BISEXUAL, and FRIENDLY + GENTLE, but the bad tongues say HE can be CANTANKEROUS + FICKLE. they are known around new york as the ACADEMIC, but only time will tell if that’s true. colorful cotton socks under dress shoes. ginger freckles against pale skin. a shattered iphone screen.

001. –––––––– LIFE ╱ more spine in a jellyfish. *

jude was born in syracuse, to an old money sort of family that has been in the city for nearly a century. jude grew up with a very luxurious life, spending winter vacations in aspen and his summers in greece, dressed only in designer clothes and eating the best food his parents’ money could buy.

still, jude was never really one to care for material things. as a child he would cake his hundred-dollars worth denims in dirt, forget his toys so he could spend time in his grandfather’s gigantic library, and be much more excited about the newest star trek than lavish parties in jackson hole.

despite his looks and wealth, jude always felt like an outsider. he didn’t have a lot of friends, and the other kids in his school and social circles always made fun of him. over time, jude became withdrawn, insecure in his own bright intellect and his odd hobbies. even as an adult, jude can still be very insecure with the things he likes, and often will stop himself when he starts ranting about the things that interest him.

when he was twenty, jude moved to the big apple. he was accepted into nyu for their archaeology & paleontology program, which was his biggest passion; uncovering the past ( and dinosaurs ! ) was immensely interesting to him, and the idea of thousands of years of history hidden under dirt was very compelling to the curious young man.

his family, however, could not understand jude’s interests. he was supposed to become a doctor like his parents were, and the fact that their eldest child would not uphold the family tradition was more than enough reason for them to shun him away: the reddington’s stopped calling, and then they stopped with the e-mail blasts, and eventually jude wasn’t even invited for thanksgiving anymore. it was an incredibly hurtful process that led to deep abandonment issues and even bigger insecurities to the man, but jude pretended to be alright, shrugging the pain off and ignoring it.

after graduation, jude was a little lost. he worked at excavation sites all across the globe, wrote several papers on his findings, but none of it was note-worthy, and without ��the money from his parents, it was hard for him to maintain even the simpler life style. at the same time, an opportunity to teach the subject he was so passionate about popped up at the same university he had graduated from, and even though jude is far too shy to be a good educator, he jumped at the chance.

jude isn’t... the best teacher in the world. he’s too shy to be a proper educator, and he doesn’t even like his job, but it pays the bills and it’s all he could ask for.

001. –––––––– PERSONALITY ╱ more spine in a jellyfish. *

big nerd.

wishes he was indiana jones.

super shy, kind-hearted man.

he’s super insecure with himself, but just bottles everything up and stays silent.

actual virgin.

thinks smoking weed is a personality trait.

001. –––––––– APPEARANCES ╱ more spine in a jellyfish. *

jude is 6′3, with broad shoulders and long golden hair that he keeps in a slicked back do; his beard is often unkept because he’s too lazy to maintain it, but jude tries to groom it as often as he can.

he has a bunch of tattoos, most of them pop-culture related. his left arm isn’t a full sleeve because none of his tattoos are linked to each other in any way, but he’s running out of space there.

for work jude dresses nicely, in comfortable sweaters, button downs and kaki pants, but outside of that he stays in sweats for as long as he can.

001. –––––––– PLOTS ╱ more spine in a jellyfish. *

the best friend.

the drinking buddy.

the cuddle buddy.

the platonic bf/gf.

the protective friend.

the crush ( note: someone that has a crush on him, but he sees them as a younger sibling. )

the childhood best friend.

the bad influence.

the ride or die.

the ex fling ( note: they went on a handful of dates before jude did what he does best: freaked tf out about things going too fast and ghosted )

#nyc.intro #000. –––––––– OUT OF CHARACTER ╱ the truth is out there. *#001. –––––––– ABOUT ╱ more spine in a jellyfish. *

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softestbabyblue · 8 years ago

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Can you give 10 random facts about yourself now? :)

i CAN AND I WILL

1. I am very interested in Floriography and flowers in general (: Floriography is about the language of flowers. Every flower has its own meaning, and i just think its really interesting to know what they mean, why they do, and why and how they got their names ! :D I own 8 books about Floriography and flowers in general (:

2. i started getting into Greek Mythology when i was like 12 and still have my first book about it ! It was in the perspective of an Archaeologist that went to Greece to many excavations to examine some stuff, the book was practically his diary. it is a fantastic book for children, since it has a lot of pictures and even a card game with the olympic Gods and their charasteristics ! (:

3. i always look at other peoples handwriting. i think it says a lot about their personality

4. thats not really a fact about me, but theres a small open library at an egg farm near my hometown. A friend of mine showed it to me, and since that i go there whenever the weather is good enough (it is quite far away when you go by foot; 1.5 hours). its actually just a small room, maybe 1.5 x 1.5 meters, you cant really call it a library. but there are a lot of books, about anything you can think of (i got one of my books about flowers from there !). You can just take a book if you like it and you can bring it back if you want to, but you dont have to. you can bring your own books and leave them there, for other people to read. i just really like this place, since its literally in the middle of a field and quiet. i havent been there in quite some while....

5. and when were already at it, i love taking walks. i REALLY love taking walks. taking a walk is my dream date. there are just so many beautiful places that i would like to show to my s/o. and im not afraid of getting lost (except its dark. im scared in the dark). i sometimes just walk straight up into the forest and walk and walk and dont care where i will land :D walks are good man

6. i really, really fucking hate it when people are late. i just. REALLY hate it. i mean, if im trying to be on time, then the very least what you can do is to try to be on time too. its ok if the train or bus is not working (*aggressively side eyes DeutscheBahn*) but gdmit at least try to be on time. or at least tell me that youre going to be late on time, so that i dont have to be all that hectic n shit.

7. there are caramel-mint toffies here, and i really fucking love them. it tastes so good ?????????? its like god put a piece of heaven in them

8. i love sculptures. it fascinates me how sometimes they look much more alive than real human beings. this actually blows my mind. like, how sometimes the muscles look like they will twich because they were frozen for so long, and how the curves of the body look soft like real flesh, and how the veins look llike theres blood pumping through them. i am really fascinated by sculptures

9. already as a kid i was interested in poetry and writing. i used to write poems and stories all the time. looking at that is so embarrassing :D

10. i love it when people are expressing themselves through fashion in any way. when they have a unique style, when they have an unusua haircut or similar things. whenever i see that i just wanna *insert nut-button-meme here*

THANK YAOU SO MUCH

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apsbicepstraining · 7 years ago

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Dean Karnazes: ‘When you’re striving, that’s when “youre feeling” most alive’

In his latest notebook, the ultramarathoner takes on the ancient Greek 153 -mile Spartathlon. He talks about the magic in sorrow and why he has stopped fuelling up on pizza

Hi Dean. You have a new volume out, The Road to Sparta. What is it about? It is the story and the lore of the marathon, from its genesis in ancient Greece 2,500 years ago to the modern marathon. Its how the marathon became the marathon.

And in the book you take on the Spartathlon race[ a 153 -mile race from Athens to Sparta] in Greece, right? Well, what I learned in experimenting the marathon is that theres more to the storey than a lot of us visualized, and it goes beyond 26.2 miles into an ultramarathon. Pheidippides was recruited to run from Athens to Sparta to draft the Spartan for duel. He was actually health professionals smuggler, they were announced hemerodrome, which entailed day-long runner. The Athenians realised that an elite ultrarunner could outrun a mare; we are able to essentially dispatch males quicker than horses if needed. So the Spartathlon is the modern-day form of that journey.

As an ultrarunner with Greek heritage, you must detect a strong connection with this story? Exceedingly often so. My daddy used to always say that were from the same village as Pheidippides. If you go to the hamlet where my fathers from, everyone gazes alike.

Youve flow hundreds of ultramarathons in all seven continents how did its own experience of is participating in Greece compare? It was a different sort of suffer in that Im a modern-day ultramarathoner. I have all the kit, Im gobbling gelatin jam-packs, hydration fluids and everything but in this race I tried to recreate what Pheidippides did 2,500 years ago, running in leather sandals, eating figs and olives and antidote meat I mean, the latter are a tougher raise back then.

What I detected when I was running for 24 hours eating exclusively figs, gives say I had some GI questions, my bowels kind of shut down, so I truly couldnt eat anything for the second half of the race exclusively ocean for 75 miles. I necessitate, he died at the end of his run, and I can see how it is unable to kill you. There was a point when I was maybe 120 miles into the hasten, I was excessively dehydrated, my electrolytes were out of poise, and as I was guiding along I identified what appeared to be a grasshopper, or a praying mantis, a little stick figure in between my hoofs moving along as I was guiding. And I was seeming down at this thing, trying to make sense of it, trying not to step on it and then I realised, it dawned on me thats me! It was as though I was in apache helicopters or a hot-air bag. So I make I had an out-of-body experience. Ive never had anything like that be allowed to happen before and I supposed, maybe this is how you feel right before you die.

Your volumes have inspired a lot of parties to take up ultrarunning. Is this a good circumstance? Ive been conflicted about this a little bit. Theres a race “ve called the” Western Territory 100 thats in my first volume, Ultramarathon Man, and theres a lottery to get in. You used to have a 50 -5 0 risk, but now theres 15 have applied for each entry, so its almost impossible to get in and parties blame me, they say: You told the world about ultramarathoning, and now everyones get into it.

I respect that, but I think its something of a myopic point of view because ultrarunning is a royal seek and has brought purpose to numerous publics lives, as it has excavation. I wrote about this in my book and, in a manner that is, that gave granted permission to other people to try these sorts of things.

I think people can identify with my floor because its every runners narrative, we all feel pain together. This latest work is about a very difficult hasten of quarry. I could have had a good race and it would just be a standard hasten report, but this is about a guy falling apart, its a commonality that unites us.

Do you think you have to be a certain type of person to enjoy putting yourself through those kinds of suffering? I think theres supernatural in destitution, and thats been lost in western culture. We pondered if we took all the sorenes and strive out of our lives, marriage be happy, and I think were so cozy, were dismal. When youre contending, when you look back at that ordeal, thats when you feel most alive, and I envision parties try that out because life is so prosaic now.

Youve done so many races, can you say if one was the more difficult of all? The Badwater ultramarathon across Death valley is a very challenging hasten, 135 miles non-stop, over 50 C, with a headwind.

Do you preserve your mileage? Do you know how far youve was participating in total? Not genuinely, but for the back of the napkin forecast, possibly about 100,000 miles.

Do “youve been” listen to music while youre operating? I listen to audiobooks. I perhaps have 500 on my playlist. I moved across America one time from LA to New York and I perhaps listened to 50 journals in 75 eras of running.

I really like nut butters, I find they sit better with me than gelatins ultramarathoner Dean Karnazes. Image: Atlantic Books

Whats the furthest youve ever run in one proceed? I once moved 350 miles in an 81 -hour continual push.

What do you like to eat while youre ranging? Ill never live down the story in Ultramarathon Man of prescribing a pizza and going it delivered to the roadside as I operate by. But I dont eat that sort of nutrient any more. I really like nut butters, I find they sit better with me than gels. I like coconut sea for hydration, I find that works well.

Whats your favourite home in the world to control? It was London today[ we did a curve along the Thames in central London before the interrogation ]. My favourite target is wherever I am that day. But that was a splendid drain. To you, it was all normal, but it would be like me taking you for a run across the Golden Gate bridge[ near his home in San Francisco ].

Do you ever extend barefoot? On the beach, or the infield of a track, yes. I enjoy leading barefoot, but not on pavements. But I did move a marathon barefoot I wanted to see what it was like.

How was it? It was frightful! My legs were no longer as sore, amazingly, but my hoofs were really beat up.

Who is your ranging hero? Probably my father. I recollect going to the inaugural LA marathon[ in 1986 ]. I was just a young boy and I recollect he ended up in the medical tent at the finish. He was a mess, he had an IV in his arm, he was shivering, and I looked at him and my first thought was: why would anyone do this, Im never going to run a marathon, this is the most ridiculous thing. So he affected me, but not in accordance with the rules you would think. But something about it must have resonated.

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