#plane crash survivors

[sanjeev-thakur]

"A MIRACLE IN THE JUNGLE"

One of the most incredible feats of survival in modern times.

Four children have just been found ALIVE in the Amazon jungle after a May 1st plane crash

The children aged 13, 9, 4 & 11-month old survived almost 40 DAYS in one of the harshest places on Earth.

They’re dehydrated and covered in insect bites, but they’re okay! 🙏

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

What’s with everyone thinking of Zhongli looking tired so frequently someone give him another hug pls

Very VERY heavy foreshadowing??? Is the crash-but-not-exactly going to happen soon????? Also Qiqi is still so adorable istg (Picking up my pen again as we speak)

heheh

[lifewithaview]

Peter Krause, Aisha Hinds, and Oliver Stark in 9-1-1 (2018) Worst Day Ever

S1E4

In the aftermath of a deadly plane crash, Bobby and team race to help the survivors; Athena deals with panic and chaos at the airport.

*About 10 million US Viewers tuned in to this Episode.

[thewingedwolf]

second shooting episode is so interesting, you have jackson who has been floundering since the shooting, forgetting simple procedures, knocking over equipment during surgery, having screaming nightmares, all bc he kept his hands steady and stayed calm enough to do a complicated surgery while a gun was being pointed at him, then you have cristina who is either dissociating or having severe flashbacks every time she’s in the hospital bc she did probably the best work she’s ever done as a surgeon and she did it on her best friend’s husband while someone was threatening her life. and then they operate on a guy who shot up a school. and jackson for the first time all season stops floundering, and accepts that he’s very upset by what happened to him, and walks out and finds someone else he can save. and cristina finally gets out of her head and saves the shooter’s life. shooting story lines were very popular around this time but this one was really well thought out.

[mouthpaint]

TRUMP DEAD

UPDATE, MY SOURCE WAS OUTDATED., TRUMP FOUND ALIVE AT 78

[abbabagel]

Sobbing and throwing up thinking about how Nagito genuinely blames his luck and by proxy himself for his parents dying

[virgoactias]

crazy how they are the same person kinda

[nether-moth]

Binge watching 9-1-1, I'm 5 episodes in and so much has happened already-

Also I would die for Bobby

[sukoshininja]

Alone Pt. 3

<- Part 2

This wasn't the first body Keith had come across. 

[nsfwump - body horror - proceed with caution]

He had found maybe a dozen. The adults were hard, but the children were harder. At least most of them looked like they hadn't suffered long. Most weren't even complete. There were random limbs littered about the snowy field. He had found the central area of the impact. 

But this body, hadn't been a body for very long. It was a little girl. She was bleeding profusely and crying softly. He had held her, rocking her back and forth and humming a lullaby as she slipped away, her tears frozen to her face.

Keith had himself a good cry, screaming and sobbing as he cradled her small body to his chest. She was so small. So new to life that hers barely started. She didn't deserve this. None of them did. It filled him with anger. What monsters would attack a refugee ship? They had no weapons; they weren't even soldiers! They were just people, some of them already injured. His blood boiled at the indiscriminate cruelty.

He dug a little grave in the snow and laid her tiny corpse inside. He sobbed the whole time he covered her with handfuls of snow. He couldn't bury the rest of the bodies. There were too many.

Keith didn't know how long he wandered after that, looking for someone -- anyone -- still alive. It was getting dark. The night cycle was on its way. He wouldn't last much longer without help.

That's when he found them. 

A flash of blue amongst a pool of dark red.

And yellow.

Keith stood there, looking on from a distance, afraid of what he might see if he got closer. But he went eventually. He couldn't help himself. 

Lance had propped himself up into a sitting position leaning against what was left of Hunk, who was sprawled out, prone. Hunk's back armor plate was missing, a hole blasted through his back. His ribs stuck out like teeth around the empty maw. Keith looked away. At least it was instantaneous. 

Lance on the other hand...

He had a large piece of sheet metal stuck in his shoulder, piercing his armor. Both his legs twisted at odd angles, clearly broken. He must have been in so much pain.

Lance had died alone on this freezing godforsaken moon, curled up next to his dead best friend.

Keith cursed himself for not being able to be there by Lance's side in his final moments. He didn't cry. He didn't have any of those left. Instead, Keith knelt down and used his thumb to smooth out the wrinkle the pain had left in Lance's forehead. Wait. Riger mortis was a thing. 

Keith adjusted them, rolling Hunk over so he could see his face and not the ugly chasm in his back. Some of the organs slipped out as he did so. If Keith had anything in his stomach, he would have lost it. But with the wound covered, Hunk looked like he could be sleeping, if Keith ignored all the blood. 

Lance was a bit harder to position, what with the cold and him being all bent in on himself when he died. Keith wanted to lay him out next to Hunk, but his twisted legs made it impossible to look natural. 

Keith gave up, lying in the snow next them in a line. He'd join them soon enough. 

A familiar voice sounded on the comm. 

"Shi-iro?"

"Keith? Are you okay?" Shiro asked urgently. 

"I'm hurt," he took a ragged breath. "Lance and Hunk, they're--"

He couldn't say it. Saying it made it real. And it wasn't real. It couldn't be. He needed to get out of there. 

"I need you to come get me."

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

my whumptober masterlist

[asalesbian]

plane crash television ✈ The Pit

LOST - 2.07 Yellowjackets - 1.01 The Wilds - 1.10

[sukimas]

people really want to close the plane crash cannibalism loophole because it makes them uncomfortable, basically

[mahdiha201]

Dozens of bodies recovered after American Airlines plane, military helicopter collide near airport

ARLINGTON, Va. —

An American Airlines plane and an Army helicopter collided Wednesday night near Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport.

WHAT WE KNOW SO FAR » American Eagle Flight 5342 (Wichita, Kansas, to DCA) collides with military helicopter. » 64 people on board flight; three soldiers on board helicopter training flight. » Helicopters requested from Maryland State Police; MSP also deployed divers. » Call came in at 8:48 p.m., first responders arrived within 10 minutes. » Reagan National Airport to reopen at 11 a.m. Thursday. Flights not impacted at Dulles or BWI-Marshall. Read more..

[taggthewanderer]

On Sunday we were talking about 9/11 again and my mom mentioned how the person who she sat next to back when she worked for Blue Cross died in the Towers, which of course brings me to the alternate universe where my mother didn't get laid off from Blue Cross several years prior and she was there when it happened.

[47-protons]

I want to hit Him with a rock. 'The president spoke on-" shut UP radio man i want that guy to never, EVER say my city's name again. I dont want his specific "thoughts and prayers" fuck OFF I hope he kills himse

[kiaroscuro]

Title: as the world caves in

Warnings: descriptions of violence, major character death

Rating: Mature

Main Pairing: Ren Amamiya / Arsene

Main Tags: post-canon, zombie au, angst, hurt / comfort, road trips

Warning:

· · ─────── =^.^= ─────── · ·

Ren wakes to the cold, head fuzzy and mind slow. He feels disoriented, his whole side a single giant bruise, his shoulder in contrast an inferno. He blinks, tries to clear black spots from his vision, only for an overgrown, rounded dome out of some sort of metal to come into view. He stares at it, full of incomprehension, and then tries to move from his makeshift bed. Pain lances up his whole body, shoulder and neck growing taunt, and Ren hisses in pain.

Arsene is at his side in an instant, claws carefully aiding Ren until he's sitting up, noticing the number of seats scattered about. He blinks, blearily, all of the remaining adrenaline draining out of him at the sight of his persona, looking worse for wear but present, and Ren closes his eyes and leans his head forward until Arsene catches him softly.

"You're okay..." Ren murmurs, hoarse. The persona thrums, oh-so-softly, claws carding through hair.

I was never gone, my dear, foolish thief. Arsene think-speaks, before carefully leaning back, claws ghosting over his cheek and right eye, and Ren notices with a start that his vision's fucked in it. It's wonky, and he hopes that it'll clear up. Arsene keeps tracing over the skin there, and Ren feels the touch, both hyper-sensitive and not, and he shudders.

The lightning hit me, didn't it?

The persona nods, curls his fingers over Ren's cheek and then carefully cups Ren's face, his palm soothing against Ren's skin. From thy shoulder to thy eye, oui. It drew a pattern. Foolish human, risking your life like that. He chides, but his tone is so soft, his worry a leaden weight in Ren's stomach.

"Sorry," Ren rasps. "I just-- I couldn't--" I'm sorry, Arsene. I never should've-- he catches himself, unable to articulate any of his feelings, everything a jumbled mess.

I know, Arsene says, curls wings into Ren's view, almost mantling them together in possessiveness but not quite daring to touch Ren. Thou're burning up, dear. I hadn't dared to give thee medicine while unconscious, but thou should eat something now and then take some.

Ren nods, acquiescing without rebuttals. Arsene thrums before he turns towards their packs, and Ren takes his chance to glance around. They're in some sort of broken-down passenger plane, vines and other nature breaking in through the windows and broken doors, part of the roof caved in further to the end of the plane. Ren thinks that they're somewhere near the front where the stewardesses usually sit, because there's less seats and a door that may or may not lead to the pilot cabin. He shudders when he sees the rusty color of dried blood in corners and in some of the upholstery fabric, but there's surprisingly little in the way of corpses around. Ren had been lying on a makeshift bed out of a few seats and bedding from pilfered suitcases.

Arsene appears in his vision, sans his red leather jacket but with one of Ren's jerky sticks and a plastic cup full of water. A group of shadows had made their home in the plane; they've buried what they could and burned the rest. His persona says, privy as always to Ren's thoughts. The graves are marked outside, some with the names of the dead. It is not ideal, but-- he pauses, but Ren hears the echo: a snowstorm was building up, dangerous to traverse even without Ren being in absolutely no condition to really move around.

He eats the jerky, forces it down if only to have Arsene worry about one thing less, and then drinks the medication before the persona carefully tugs Ren's clothes away -- he doesn't recognize them, thinks they're from the lost passenger suitcases -- before both of them stare at the ugly wound on Ren's side. That's going to scar, he thinks, and Arsene is morose through their connection. He pads at the wound carefully -- the flesh's inflamed but otherwise seems to be healing just fine, no infection setting in for now. It's a yellowing bruise that hurts with every breath Ren takes, but he's alive, so he takes it as a win. What about my shoulder? He asks, and Arsene grimaces. He dresses Ren's wound carefully, winds some of their precious gauze around it, before turning around for Ren's dagger. The persona presents it hilt-first, and Ren grabs it, kind of confused, before he sees his reflection on the smooth metal.

Ren freezes, tracing over the lighting-shaped patterns that burned themselves into (under?) his skin with a sharp intake of his breath. No wonder it hurt to move his neck; from his shoulder up to his eye, Ren looked as if he survived an encounter with the god of thunder. His eye was also harmed, swollen and flecked with red spots that would explain his wonky vision. "...I look a sight," he murmurs, too tired to feel angry at himself for once.

Thou survived, Arsene corrects.

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[cabeswaterdrowned]

think I’ll finally watch the wilds