#Piers Paul Read

[expectoro]

Se eu tivesse feito algum gesto mais afetuoso ou carnal, ela provavelmente o teria aceito — mas então eu teria sido uma pessoa diferente do que era.

— O Oportunista, Piers Paul Read

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[iishmael]

I stayed up until 4am to finish the book about the Andes plane crash (Alive by PP Read) and as someone who absolutely adores Lord of the Flies this was fascinating. They create such interesting rituals and group dynamics, I have so many thoughts. They were so lucky that their leaders turned out to be different people than the physically fittest boys! I think this is one of the key elements of the consistently calm environment they made for themselves: They allowed the expeditionaries luxuries like the best sleeping spots and unlimited meat (and it’s described that some of the chosen take advantage of that), but the decision is actually made by the ones who stay behind in the wreck. Also their lack of rule enforcement for hygiene shocked me more than anything else. That brings me to the elephant in the room: the way of viewing the cannibalism as communion… the ritualisation of it was actually an attempt at rationalisation, to enable them to distance themselves from it. and then in the aftermath the pastor was trying hard to say no actually that’s not communion but also you’re not sinners for doing it and going “you are neither saints nor sinners” damn that hit

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Left to right: Roberto Canessa, Piers Paul Read, Fernando "Nando" Parrado and Javier Methol

Punta Gorda, Montevideo, 1974

Photo credit given to Read's personal archives

[semper-legens]

23. Alive, by Piers Paul Read

Owned: Yes Page count: 308 My summary: A factual account of the Uruguayan Flight Disaster, where a plane full of rugby players crashed in the Andes, and the survivors had to both resort to cannibalism in order to survive and, ultimately, rescue themselves. My rating: 3/5 My commentary:

This is, for some, the definitive account of the Uruguayan Flight Disaster. Published a mere two years after the accident, the book is written from the testimonies of the survivors and gives a blow-by-blow account of the events that occurred between the initial crash on the 13th of October and the rescue on the 22nd of December. It's a very thorough look at the events, leaving no stone unturned in the way of recounting the story. We get to see everything, from the initial fear and confusion of the crash to the joy of the eventual rescue. But while this story is definitive, I consider it to be the weakest of the books I have about the disaster for a few reasons. Don't get me wrong - if you want a straightforward, chronological account of the story, this is probably the best place to look for it. But on this reread, contrasted by all the other books on the subject that I'm reading, I can more easily see its faults, and that is what jumps out at me now.

I think a lot of the problem is the fact that the author, Pears Paul Read, is and was an outsider to the events. He's English by birth, doesn't speak Spanish, and doesn't have any cultural ties to Uruguay. I'm not saying that you need to have a personal connection to something in order to write a book about it, but I think that lack of a personal connection is one of the things that's glaring in this particular piece. All the other books I've read about this were either written by survivors or by someone close to the incident who interviewed survivors and used their own words in the book. Read is an outsider, and naturally has an outsider's perspective.

The other problem was that Read is often very condemnatory towards the survivors and deceased throughout the book. He describes boys that didn't work as 'parasites', for example, and highlights the 'cowardice' of Roy Harley later in the ordeal when Harley was physically and mentally cracking under the pressure of survival, as well as incidents of the boys stealing food or being more aggressive to each other. There's a difference between pointing out that things like this happened and demonising people who had been pushed to the absolute limits of human endurance for not being angels 100% of the time, and I don't think Read walks it well, coming down too much on the side of judging or condemning the survivors and deceased. It's disappointing, because it feels like Read was trying to sensationalise the event at times rather than just report the facts, which isn't the book this ultimately should be. It's a good recounting of the facts - but some of the details are what give me pause.

Next, the account of survivor Fernando Parrado.

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“Oh, God," he prayed once again, "by all means test us to the limit of our endurance, but please make it humanly possible to go on."

Alive: The Story of the Andes Survivors, Piers Paul Read

[rogue205]

Okay…

I get it if you’re a fan and “Alive” is nostalgic for me, I won’t lie but …

Saying that it’s the better version and that “La Sociedad de la Nieve” is a copy/paste of it is just not true. Stop deluding yourself.

Alive was written very soon after the rescue and did exactly what the survivors did not want. It dramatized their story. Hollywood took it further. Sure, some survivors got involved in that movie behind the scenes but that was so they could try and make sure Hollywood didn’t take it completely off the rails. It doesn’t even have the real names of most of the passengers and crew.

Also, Piers Paul Read is an American journalist while Pablo Vierci personally knows and has worked very closely with the survivors to tell the story the way it happened.

I think that should also say a lot.

[kiwidotcom]

What are your favorite authors?

by a mile my favourite author is Dave Eggars. could not recommend enough.

aside from that I tend to read a lot of one offs, except hunger games. so I do love Susan Collins but girl was off her rocker for Mockingjay. that book was a MESS.

some authors ive liked recently are David Mark, Caleb Azumah Nelson, Tanya Tagaq

and then as I said, I have not enjoyed a lot of books I've read recently lol

!!! if you have book/ author recommendations you think I'll find at the library, please let me know!!!!! !!!!!!! <3

[marchessa]

So ready to be traumatised by Society of the Snow this weekend.

[detroit-become-hurt]

Sweet Thing Pt. 2

So sorry about how long this took for me to upload! I had a friends wedding to attend and then work has me burnt out! But here it is!

A few days had passed since meeting Paul, Dwayne, David, and Marko. And I hate to say it, but they have been on my mind nonstop. There was something about them that piqued my interest, however I wasn’t sure what. Deciding enough was enough, I came up with the brilliant plan to talk to them once again, after my shift at the store. Was this a good idea? Probably not, especially after Sandra’s warning. But I wanted to make judgments for myself, it was unfair to make assumptions about the boys when I just met them.

Finishing getting ready I head out the door to work. Work was slow, the occasional customer coming in purely to look around before leaving. Luckily today’s shift passed by fairly quickly, and before I knew it, I was locking the door and off in search of four guys. 

The boardwalk seemed to be even busier tonight, but that was probably due to a concert going on down by the beach. Deciding to scope out the crowd down there I followed the sound of music and cheering. As I got closer it became more congested with groups of people drunk and lively. Several times people bumped into me, not paying attention to their surroundings. I was given a particular hard shove and almost fell over, had it not been for someone catching me. 

“Woah there sugar, we met once and already you’re falling for me?” Looking up I’m face to face with Paul. He gives me a crooked smile, a joint tucked behind his ear as he helps steady me. His hands stay on my shoulders even after I catch my footing. He was quite the flirt.

“Oh hey, I was looking for you guys.” I say without thinking, “I mean-I wasn’t. Shit.” I curse rubbing my face with my hand, cheeks flushed and hot from embarrassment.

Paul’s grin widens and he wraps his arm around my shoulders, “Aw sweets, you’re gonna make me swoon if you keep talking like that. Say, why are you looking for us?” He asks with genuine interest.

Looking anywhere but at him I huff, “Well, I just wanted to get to know you guys better.” Yeah, this was not going well. “I mean, I don’t know. My coworker said I should avoid you guys but I felt it was…unfair to make such judgments without getting to know you guys first.” I desperately wished I could dig a hole and bury myself alive right now.

It was almost like Paul could read my mind as he let out a loud laugh. “Well, I appreciate the honesty sugar. Come on, I’ll take you to the rest of the boys.” He steered me through the crowd, blocking other’s bodies from hitting me which I was quite grateful for as it was even more crowded up by the stage. He has us take a right over towards the pier, where a majority of the crowd dissipates. And then I’m able to see David, Dwayne, and Marko sitting on their bikes. Marko is the first to see us, and his eyes light up as he sees Paul. His eyes drift over to me, and I can see his eyebrows raise slightly. 

Slipping away from my side I watch as Paul bounces over to Marko, leaning his forehead to bump Marko’s in a way that I could only describe as affectionate. “Look who I found out there.” Paul announces, and Dwayne and David’s eyes meet mine. Dwayne gives me a warm smile, one I can reciprocate weakly as David just gives me a smirk. 

“And what are you doing here?” David asks, a puff of smoke escaping his lips as he speaks. 

God please don’t let me embarrass myself again. 

All four of them laughed at something, and I was hoping it wasn’t me. I could feel my cheeks heat up once again. “Go on sweets, tell them what you told me.” Paul pushes and I groan not knowing how to phrase my sentence better. 

“I was just…kinda wanting to get to know you guys better…if you didn’t mind. My coworker said I should steer clear of you guys but I just…I don’t know I want to make my own judgements and decisions.” I say squeezing my hands together. Surely I must look like an absolute fool right now. They’re gonna laugh at me, before sending me away like the clown I am.

Again they all laugh and I try to brace myself for their words. “Well…isn’t that something.” David says throwing the cigarette butt on the ground. “I must say, I’m quite flattered you seeked us out. Not many people like us, but I assume you already knew that.” It’s hard to maintain eye contact with him for long. Shuffling in place I look anywhere but at him. “Say, have you ever been to Hudson's bluff?” He asks. 

I shake my head, “No. Haven’t heard of it til now. Is it close by?” puzzled by his words, I’m not sure what he’s getting at. 

He smirks, leaning forward on his bike. “Sure, it’s close enough. Want to come check it out?” They’re all grinning at me now, that same dangerous look beneath their eyes. I should say no. I should turn around and leave. But something in my gut tells me to trust them, that I can trust them. And maybe I’m going insane, but my curiosity peaked.

“Sure.” I say, looking between them all I asked, “Who am I riding with? I’ve never been on a bike before.” 

“You can ride with Dwayne. He’s the…safer driver out of all of us. Or if you want, you can ride with me. I’ll keep you safe,” He says, holding out his hand. Again, if I was in my right mind I would turn away. I would never talk to these guys again. I should leave, go back home and continue my mundane little life. But there was this pull to these four that I couldn’t describe. I needed to know what it was. If my parents knew what I was doing, I’m sure they’d be rolling over dead any second.

Placing my hand in David’s, my voice is slightly shaky, “Just don’t kill me. I do enjoy being alive.” Paul and Marko holler at that, Dwayne giving a small chuckle. 

“Don’t worry, I keep my promises. You’ll be safe with me. Now hop on and hold tight.” He scooches forward so there’s more room for me. Swinging my leg over I adjust myself before wrapping my arms around his waist. He revs the engine several times and then we’re speeding down the beach, the others following closely behind. 

Dear god, what have I gotten myself into?

[rebelliousstories]

‘Twas the Night Before…

25 Days of Ficmas

Relationship: Poly!Lost Boys x Reader

Fandom: The Lost Boys

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of Neglect, Mentions of Weed

Word Count: 1,613

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Summary: Christmas Eve is finally here, and Laddie is being introduced to a Christmas classic whether the boys like it or not.

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The very firsts of being a vampire stick with you always. Maybe not when you are mortal, but when you are a vampire, you remember a lot of firsts. First kill, first transformation, first hunt. Or maybe you remember your first holidays as a vampire, like your birthday, a new year that comes and goes. This time, it was a first Christmas.

She had only joined the pack about a decade ago in the late 60’s, but that was just the beginning for them. There was a special little spot for her that they never knew was missing, and could never be without again. Which is why, when she found a sickly boy that had been left at the pier in Santa Carla, none of the boys could tell her no.

Getting the boy to take a bit of wine to get healthy again was the easy part. The physical pain was nothing like the mental for the young boy, whom they had come to know as Laddie. As Christmas drew near, she made sure to give him a great one. Taking him to the markets with Dwayne, flying around to see lights with Paul; she just wanted him to have a better Christmas than he was probably used to.

A chilly night on the pier had greeted them when they climbed off their bikes that night. Unwrapping her arms from around Marko’s torso, she pressed a kiss to his cheek as she dismounted. Laddie immediately went off of Dwayne’s bike and grabbed her hand.

“Can we go look at the vendors please?” Laddie was so excited as they waited for the rest of the boys to dismount.

“Of course. Give me one second okay?” She passed the boy back to Dwayne who happily tucked him into his side as he leaned against the railing. Turning back to David, who was right next to Dwayne, her hands spread out around his stomach before wrapping around the back of him as she pressed front against front.

“Yes, kitten?” The bleach blonde drawled, drawing out a cigarette for himself.

“Gonna take Laddie around. We’ll be back in a couple hours, okay? Sunrise is seven tomorrow.” Standing on her tiptoes, she pressed a kiss to his plush lips as he raised a hand to the back of her head to keep her close.

After a moment, David finally released the woman. “Two hours, then you come back.”

Smiling, she pulled away, giving him another kiss to the tip of his nose. With a smile, she held her hand out for Laddie to take while she threw another kiss to the rest of her boys. Taking the young boy around the vendors that were preparing for their final rush of sales before Christmas tomorrow, she happily stopped at every one that caught his eyes.

They spent the majority of the evening like that. Just walking around and enjoying each other’s company. Still having some money from where she swiped some guys wallet, she was intent on getting at least a little something for Laddie. Almost as if there was a cue for it, their next stall had a bunch of books.

Ranging from novels, to short stories and even children’s picture books. Which is when she saw it. “A Visit from St. Nicholas” by Clement Clarke Moore; it was a classic that she remembered from her own childhood. Snagging it, she paid the dollar for the busted up copy, and kept it tucked underneath her arm.

“Have you ever heard this story, Laddie?” Showing him the book as they began to walk back to where the bikes were, the boy took it in his other hand as they paused briefly. When he got his other hand on it, Laddie turned it around, and tried to read it, but unfortunately could not. He shook his head, which made her smile softly.

“You’ll love it,” she said, taking his hand again as they continued walking. “I used to have this read to me when I was your age. I haven’t been able to n a long time. This’ll bee a treat.”

Once they came upon the bikes, she saw the boys waiting for them almost as if they had not moved yet. But the mussed hair, and shaggy clothes showed that they had at least probably gotten into a fight with the surf nazis.

Marko came up to her as Laddie ran to Dwayne again. “Whatcha got there, bela?”

Giving her a kiss, he took the book from her hand as he read the cover. All he did was arch an eyebrow as he returned it. Paul was next, but he did not care about getting the book. All he wanted was another kiss.

“Boys, let the kitten up. Let’s go for a ride.” David stated, stubbing out his current cigarette. Holding a hand out for their girlfriend, she tucked the book into the storage that was underneath the seat on his bike, before finally hoping on.

Taking off down the beach, it was the same old, same old. Whooping and hollering. Screaming and laughing. The boys constantly going faster and fast as they dug into the sand below. Each time they did this, she felt alive once more. Like she could feel her heart beating again, and her own blood rushing through her veins.

Climbing down into the cave, the book was back in her hands as she let David guide her down into their domain. Everyone went to their normal spots; Marko to his pigeons, Paul to roll some weed, Dwayne and Laddie to their cove, and David to his chair. Leaving her to sit down with her book at the edge of the fountain.

“Hey, Laddie,” she called, waving the book. In an instant, the boy rushed over which greatly confused everyone in the cave. He tucked into her side as she raised her arm and showed him the cover once more.

“Whatcha got there, princess?” Dwayne was curious as to why the young boy was not with him anymore.

“‘A Visit from St. Nicholas’, or more commonly referred to as ‘The Night before Christmas’. I used to read it every Christmas Eve with my family, so I thought I’d continue the tradition with Laddie. Wanna join?” A little bit slower, but with the same enthusiasm, Dwayne snuggled into the other side of his girlfriend.

“Alright,” she began, “‘A Visit from St. Nicholas’ by Clement Clarke Moore. ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.”

“Is that ‘The Night before Christmas?’” Marko pipped up, coming back into the cave when he heard her speak.

All she did was pat her legs for him to come rest at, as her sides were taken. As Marko settled in, she started again. “The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas would soon be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds; while visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.”

“The hell is a sugar plum?” This time, Paul joined the party.

“It’s a confection from the Victorian era. Come here.” Now, the spot in front of Laddie was taken by the second blonde vampire. Looking over at David, who quickly looked away, she smiled over at him.

“Wanna come join us, sweetie?” David shook his head.

“I don’t do festive.” Rolling her eyes, she felt Dwayne’s lips press to her cheek.

“Don’t mind him. Continue?” He asked so sweetly.

“And mama in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap, had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.” She continued the poem.

While she read, occasionally her eyes would cut over to David. And each time she did, he would hide it by turning away faster than lightning. But she just continued reading. The rest of her pack was enjoying the story and that was all that mattered. Reaching the end, she noticed Laddie’s eyes growing heavier and heavier.

“But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight- ‘Happy Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight.’” As soon as the last word was uttered, gently, she shut the book as she scooped Laddie up to go into their nest.

Giving all of her boys a kiss goodnight, even David, she happily tucked herself in to go to sleep with the young man. His head was resting on her chest as he slept, making her cherish this moment. For a while, she could hear the rest of the cave mess about and do whatever it was that they wanted to. In the meantime, she just picked up another book she had on her side of the bed, and read some more while Laddie slept.

Each one of her boys came to say goodnight one final time, giving her another kiss as they quietly uttered their departures. David was the last one to come around, but he looked rather nervous standing at the edge of the bed in the nest. However, she did not say anything for fear of scaring him off.

Wordlessly, he took off his boots and laid down right next to her. In his hands was the book she had read earlier. Not able to look her in the eye, David just handed it to her as she dropped her other book.

“Will you read it to me? Please, kitten,” and when he asked so sweetly and softly, there was no way she could deny him. Allowing him to get comfortable, she opened the book to the first page for the second time that night.

“‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house…”

[expectoro]

“Todos nós gostamos de jogar quando estamos preparados para vencer.” — O Oportunista, de Piers Paul Read

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Dwayne x f!Reader

WC: 1,216

TW: none

A/N: just a little series I’m working on that I’m enjoying writing right now. I saw The Lost Boys in theaters for the first time ever (ty October) and the fixation is back and better than ever. This first chapter was more of a filler I guess to kind of give the reader an idea of my writing style and how I portray the characters. Every chapter after this (for the most part) will be following along with the timeline of the movie with a few chapters here and there that you could consider “off-screen” moments? Idk. Either way I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading. This was proof read literally once so I apologize now for any mistakes I did not catch!

Chapter One:

Your hair blew behind you as you ran through the bustling crowd of people. The pier was always busy on a Saturday night, more so lately with it being tourist season. As you ran, bumping shoulders with strangers every now and then, you kept looking behind you, breathing heavily but with a wide smile on your face. Probably the only indicator to the people around you that you weren’t running away from any danger, for you anyway. 

You had finally made it to the pier's entrance, which was a little less crowded, only occupied by the people just arriving to the pier for the first time that night. You took a sharp turn left, looking behind you one last time before you dipped into an alleyway, crouching down to catch your breath. Once your heavy breathing was settled, you stood again, taking light, cautious steps to peek around the corner to look into the crowd of people. Examining everyone, looking for a familiar face. 

“Boo.” He whispered in your ear.

You jumped, spinning quickly, to face your "attacker.”

“God dammit, Dwayne!” You let out a breathy laugh as you smacked his shoulder. 

He chuckled, letting his hands rest on your hips as he pushed you against the wall, leaning down so he was at eye level with you. 

“You should’ve seen your face, baby.” His laugh dies down as he shows you his interpretation of what you looked like. 

You roll your eyes at him as you fail at pushing him away from you. He stands firm in his spot in front of you, taking a step closer, trapping you between him and the wall even more. 

“I caught you, baby. What’s my prize?” He asks, licking his lips.

“I don’t know, handsome. What do you think you’ve earned?” You tease him in a sultry voice.

You bring a hand to rest at his chest, guiding it down his torso slowly as your other hand tangles itself into his hair, pulling him down to you. He smirks at the implications, your hand lightly tugging at his belt, your lips just centimeters from his own. You pull at his hair gently, earning a low groan from him as he moves his hands from your hips to your face so he can guide you to finally lean in for a kiss. You smirked, silently thanking him for his impatience as he no longer has you pinned to the wall with his own force. 

You take this opportunity to escape; you reach up to grab his hands, pecking his lips quickly before removing his hands from your face, pushing him again, and succeeding in throwing him off balance as you dart back into the sea of people. Your laugh is lost in the breeze as you try and make your great escape. He huffs out a laugh as he shakes his head, unmoving, allowing you to get another thirty-second head start before he inevitably finds you again. 

You hadn’t been running long before spotting your familiar group of bikers, picking up speed as you ran behind Paul, clutching at his leather jacket and pulling him against you as hard as you could to use him as a much-needed shield. He grunts at the impact, losing his balance and stumbling back into you, causing you to stumble backwards as well. Your back hits the railing of the pier as Paul's weight digs into you, causing you to groan, your eyes squeezed shut at the discomfort. You try pushing him up off you, hoping that will help him gain his balance again, at least enough so he can get off. 

Moments later, Paul’s body weight is no longer on you but replaced with a pair of familiar hands finding their way to your hips yet again.

”Gotcha.” He smirks.

You look up at him, a laugh escaping you as your arms wrap around his neck, bringing him down for a quick yet passionate kiss. In the background, you can hear Marko let out a gag, a dopey smile on his face as he stares at the two lovebirds. 

“Now that you both are done playing cat and mouse, can we finally go and find something to eat?” Paul asks, shoving Dwayne’s head as he walks past him, heading to his bike.

Dwayne swats at him, but he was already out of reach. 

“Yeah, seriously! I’m starving.” Marko adds in.

David chuckles as he shakes his head at the other two blondes, revving up his bike to start leading the pack. Dwayne takes your hand, leading you to his bike, hoping on before giving you his arm to keep you steady as you throw your leg over to hop on behind him. David is already riding away when Dwayne starts up his bike, revving it a few times before kicking up the kickstand.

”You two slowpokes coming or what?” He teases the two as he rides off to catch up with David. 

“What the fuck?”

“No fair!” 

Paul and Marko exclaim in unison, revving up their bikes to make sure they don’t fall too far behind them. The duo catches up, one on either side of Dwayne, kicking their legs out in a poor attempt at trying to get him off balance. 

“Hey! Hey! Watch it!” He yells, feigning irritation. “I’ve got fragile goods on board, fellas!” He whoops.

You laugh at the boy's antics, squeezing Dwayne tighter. You know they would never actually do anything to put you in any danger, and you knew Dwayne would never let them, but a little extra security never hurt anybody. You all spent the rest of the night riding around, scoping out your next victims, feasting, and getting into a little more havoc around town before deciding to turn in for the night. The sun was slowly coming up the horizon when you all made it back to the cave, and that was all you needed to see before a long yawn escaped your mouth. 

The five of you entered the cave, Marko and Paul still whooping and being loud, getting out the last of their energy as David made his way straight to their room. You had dragged Dwayne to a long-since abandoned room you’ve made your own for those nights you don’t want to hang upside down, passing Star and Laddie already cuddled up in their bed together. You shoot them a quiet goodnight, knowing you wouldn’t get a response but doing it out of habit for those nights you stay in with them. 

The minute you enter your room, you plop down onto the bed, kicking your shoes off as you turn to your side, ready to cuddle into Dwayne once he joins you in the bed after removing his boots and jacket. He finally plops down next to you, your arms immediately finding their way around his waist, pulling him as close to you as you can.

”Night, baby.” You say, giving a chaste kiss to his neck.

”Night, pretty girl.” He says back, leaving a kiss on the top of your head.

The two of you lay together peacefully before falling into a cohesive slumber, ready to sleep through the day to see what trouble you could bring tomorrow. 

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The Wonder of It | E, 30k - My collab with @carlos-in-glasses & @ladytessa74 wherein we explore how Carlos might reach a place where he reevaluates his feelings about becoming a father. In my chapter Carlos surprises TK with a trip to a Canadian mountain resort for his 31st birthday where he comes to some realizations about the vastness of nature and unpredictability of this one beautiful life. Read if you’re in the mood for: Angsty introspection, soft married sex, vacation vibes, comedy, found family, insight into Carlos’s thoughts upon potentially becoming a dad.

Love Of My Life …Pain In My Ass! | M, 2k - TK gets an impulse ass tattoo and Carlos has a lot of thoughts and feelings about it. Inspired by this rewatch poll. Read if you’re in the mood for: crack fic, Carlos having a meltdown, TK being a little shit, Paul rolling his eyes, Mateo being adorable

love in a series of bursts & inches | G, 35k - Marjan & TK friendship fic!!! Tarlos is preparing to host Marjan and her parents for a celebratory dinner at the loft, where Marjan’s parents will be meeting Joe for the first time. Over the night before and morning of the dinner, both TK and Marjan reflect on the past four years in Austin, and the time they’ve spent together building a bond as found family. Beautiful accompanying artwork by @whatsintheboxmh Read if you’re in the mood for: found family vibes, TK backstory, Marjan backstory, Carlos and Marjan bonding over their similar but different childhoods, Lou Two riding a Roomba while “Ridin’ Dirty” plays

I say a prayer with every heartbeat | G, 526 - The night after TK's confession at the police precinct, Carlos sits on the edge of his bed and thinks about the world he'd seen in those green eyes. Read if you’re in the mood for: angsty introspection, hookup era Tarlos, poetry

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[strangeandoff-putting]

why I'm happysad that they let Numa be the narrator in Society of the Snow.

So if you, like me, have been more than a little obsessed with the story of Uruguayan Air Force Flight 571 for a very, very long time, your stomach probably dropped like mine did when the narrator introduced himself as Numa Turcatti. (My immediate thought was, "why would you do this to us?!") If you went in blind, I feel for you!

But while the film gave us a version of Numa, since it's from his perspective what it doesn't really give us is the group's perspective on him. He comes across a bit like an outsider, and although, yes, his only surviving friend was Pancho Delgado, he wasn’t an outsider for long at all. On the contrary. So, here are a few excerpts from the books that tell you more about what he was like and how much they all loved him, because I feel like that’s important.

From Alive, Piers Paul Read:

Next to Parrado, Numa Turcatti was the most generally beloved of the boys. [...] Since he had known few of the boys before leaving Montevideo, it was proof of his strength, simplicity and complete lack of malice that he became so loved and respected by them.

On celebrating Numa's birthday while trapped under the avalanche:

The boys gave him an extra cigarette and made a birthday cake out of snow. [...] Many would have liked to give him a better time on his birthday, but instead it was he who improved their spirits. "We have survived the worst," he said. "From now on, things can only get better."

From Society of the Snow, Pablo Vierci:

‘When I talk about Numa, I can’t help but cry,’ says Coche Inciarte. ‘He’s the best person I’ve ever met in my life. However tenderly I cared for those who were losing heart, Numa did it much better because he never got tired. He was constantly aware of everyone else’s distress. He radiated peace, he never gave up, and when he came near me, I felt like Jesus Christ himself was among us, with such mercy and compassion in his eyes. I don’t know where he got his strength.’ ‘I could never imagine him living in everyday life, because I met him and I loved him in that torment of the Andes,’ says Coche. ‘He had a hard time eating, like I did. We ate the bare minimum in order to survive. I lost one hundred pounds, he lost more. And just like me, his leg became infected after the avalanche. We operated on our legs together with a razor blade. But he deteriorated more quickly than I did, because he had given so much more; he had been too generous.’

Moncho Sabella:

Numa taught us about the anonymous heroism of giving more of himself to others than he reserved for himself. In that balance between solidarity and selfishness, which decided whether you lived or died, he tilted the balance in favour of the others to the detriment of himself. [...] And when the avalanche came and covered the plane, the one who worked the hardest, the one who removed the most snow so that we could come back to life, was Numa. Again, he was exceeding his own limits. [...] In the end, his immune system was so devastated that he got one infection after another. We gave him antibiotics and the doctors on the mountain attended to him every day, but finally he left us. And with him, we all died a little more.

Gustavo Zerbino:

I always remember Numa up there, full of despair, when he told us that he would rather die watching the sky, walking, instead of ending life immobilised in a cave of broken metal. For that reason, after the avalanche, he kept digging and removing snow without rest until he burned himself out with exhaustion. He always thought that his time had come but he wanted to work until the final moment, doing whatever he could to help. I cared for him all those days; I saw how he was hurried to the brink of death, with no defences, getting one infection after another. I went up to him and first I gave him a kiss on the cheek to greet him and asked him how he was doing. He just stared at me with a kind of infinite peace. He never complained. But Numa was quickly deteriorating: from that physical strength and vigour he had had at the beginning, he finished as a skeletal dying boy. He held on to his characteristic qualities until the end though. He was that same stoic guy when he was strong and when he was wasting away.

‘Gustavo Zerbino didn’t tell us the whole truth [about the expedition] because he didn’t want us to be discouraged. When I asked Numa about it, he couldn’t lie and he told me: “As far as we went, all you could see were more mountains.” But even so, he always wanted to be an expeditionary. “I want to go,” he told me, even though I knew at once he could never go, he was too exhausted and too hurt.’ So Numa approached Daniel Fernández, knowing that he had influence over the others, and he tried to convince him: ‘I can do it, Daniel, please believe me. I can do it.’ Daniel recalls, ‘When I told him that his injury made it impossible, he started working even harder than ever, like a bull, shovelling snow to unbury the plane after the avalanche to show that yes, he could do it.’

Finally, from Alive, after Numa died:

On this particular afternoon, Javier Methol lay at the back of the plane. "Be careful," he said to Coche as he rose and stepped over Numa's body. "Be careful not to step on Numa." "But Numa's dead," said Parrado. Javier had not realised what had happened, and now that he understood his spirits dropped completely. He wept as he had wept at the death of Liliana, for he had grown to love the shy and simple Numa Turcatti as though he were his brother or son.

I'm not sure the Numa we see in the film is quite the same person that he actually was on that mountain, but I'm so, so glad that he got a voice. He fought so hard for them all.

So, yeah. In the immortal words of Jake Peralta,

[darkmagyk]

stranded due to inclement weather & pwp - percabeth

Because of the prompt, this one has a little bit of sex in it. Honestly, I don't think it's graphic. But not reason to bombard people.

“We are never doing this again,” Annabeth complained. “It is the beach or bust from now on. I know you can handle a hurricane.”

“Love the faith, babe,” Percy said, but he pulled her closer, too. The cabin had plenty of blankets, and there was plenty of wood for the stove. But still, nothing beat his wife for warmth.

“Do you disagree.”

“Not at all, you’re the one who said you wanted neutral territory.”

Meaning for their weekend getaway babymoon, instead of going out to Montauk or San Francisco or Boston or anywhere else that had a pier or a wharf or a beach, they’d try something completely different, and had rented a little cabin up in the Adirondack.

It was supposed to be isolated, but supremely comfortable. Water and electricity but no internet or cell service. With a series of relatively easy hiking trails around it and a beautiful porch featuring a hot tube they could not use but great views of the changing fall leaves.

Annabeth had brought some nålebinding, Percy had brought Insula Thesauraria and Superbia et Odium at Paul’s suggestion. And they had brought a treasure trove of ingredients so when Percy got sick and tired of reading, he cook them a feast.

It was Sunday evening. They were supposed to leave 3 hours ago. Instead, a freak, late fall Nor’easter had decided to blow through. They had lost power around noon, though Percy was able to keep the pipes running. They’d used an Iris Message to contact her dad at home, and get a confirmation on the weather, and that he could keep babysitting for the next day or so, depending on how long it would take to go.

Then they’d gone back to their favorite babymoon activity. Practicing for the next one. But Percy need some recovery time.

“I didn’t know we were going to get snowed in.” “I mean, you’re the viking princess. Would have thought this was just your speed.”

She stuck her tongue out at him, “The Vikings were all about their boats, you know that. Not remote mountain cabins.”

“Yeah,” He said, “that’s why you like me so much.” He ran his hand down her side, brushing along where the curve of her belly started to jut out, and then down further.

“Are you ready again?” She asked, not quite breathless, but with an anticipatory quiver to her voice.

“No,” he said, sitting up, “but I think you are, aren’t you Princess?”

She shivered, maybe at his touch, maybe at the pet name.

“Maybe we should play a game.” He offered. “You like games, don’t you.”

She just nodded as his nails scratched lightly through the blonde curls, but did not let his fingers even dip into her folds, let alone brushing her clit or pushing into her cunt.

“You’re a viking princess, I think,” He said, finally running one finger along the inner lips, “who traveled down the Dnieper to capture a poor boy who only knows life by the warm Mediterranean Sea.”

“I captured you?” He was shifting now, moving down, until she couldn't really see his face, blocked as it was, between her thighs, and hidden by her belly.

“Of course, you did, Princess. A fine worrier would certainly have no trouble with such things. But now, we’ve been stuck in a cave, all snowed in. And I’ve decided to turn the tables”

The lore got a little lost, after that. But who needed plot, anyway. Viking Princess Annabeth didn’t mind at all.