#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

[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.

[abbabagel]

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

[nether-moth]

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

Also I would die for Bobby

[virgoactias]

crazy how they are the same person kinda

[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

[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:

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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

[clockend]

always have to defend my psychosexual parasocial hatred fuelled obsession w gary neville to people why is it so hard to understand that sometimes a dyke can be obsessed w a man so horrible and ugly in ways not so beyond comprehension. i actively hate that man. i need him. its simple

[evansbby]

i just read all about the uruguayan plane that crashed in the andes mountains which the movie “society of the snow” is based on and oh my god, it’s crazy what the human body can achieve in survival mode, and it’s also crazy the power of faith 🥹🥹

[elfdyke]

1 3 & 24 for yellerjackets…

PREFACING THIS WITH THE FACT IM NOT SUPER ACTIVE OR AWARE OF YJ FANDOMISMS. ive mainly just been looking at fanart/fic and having fun on my own time but i Have been exposed to some fandom stuff so lets freaking go.

1. the character everyone gets wrong

DEFINITELY wouldnt say everyone gets this wrong but seeing anyone call shauna a girlboss makes me want to explode.. guys shes quite literally a girlfailure. shes Not winning. she cant lie to save her life. and i Love her.

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

ngl , also SPOILERS FOR 2x6 ⬇️

but seeing people say it was boring and bad that shauna did in fact care about her son and also that it was born stillborn??? saying it was wasted potential for the other yjs to resent the baby and be guiltily glad it died later??? first off how would you easily portray them being glad the baby was dead without literally getting in their heads 😭 also imo they probably are in the show NOW glad its dead?? like they feel awful about it im sure but theres no fucking way they wanted to deal with a baby while stranded 😭 come onnnn

2x6 SPOILERS ⬆️

oh also 1 more complaint i saw someone on twt saying that yj was problematic because it was 'demonizing cannibalism' ... i dont even know where to begin. well its quite literally not doing that. hope that helps!!

24. topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

GENUINELY NO CLUE IM SORRY AHSJFNNG im so lucky for not really seeing the underbelly of the yj fandom 💖

[notesfromachair]

Grumpy Golden Faucets

Here’s a great and meaningful story this week that’s not about that big, bloated news hog. Four children were rescued in Colombia’s Amazon jungle, surviving alone for 40 DAYS after their plane crashed last month.  That crash killed all three adults onboard, including their mother. But the kids – aged 13, 9. 4 and 1 – lived due to the knowledge and skill they acquire at a young age as members…