#alternate crash

[seamistgale]

Bernard was being haunted.

His sus-o-meter isn't up to 100%, but if he's being real, it never is. The downside of being into conspiracy theories was that you were only partially sure which one was more skewed than the other. One day he could be convinced Batman is more cryptid than man, and then he'd stumble on some fascinating witness accounts that make him rethink the Vampire hypothesis.

This time, however, he's fairly sure this sort of freaky shit only happens to people in those cookie-cutter horror movies.

… Except this particular ghost might be of midwestern decent, or something, because they sucked at properly haunting.

Example number one:

It was rare that Bernard had dishes piled up. He lived alone, and occasionally Tim would come to his apartment; with a couple of games, some takeout boxes, and a movie later, there would be way more things to clean up than a whole weekend on his own.

The last time Tim came over, Bernard didn't bother cleaning up for the night, and then the trash just…. Disappeared.

Not like 'a burglar broke in for some weird fetish reason, and my trash is now gone' gone, but more 'the trash is in bags, the dishes are clean, and I swear the air smells fresher' gone.

That was strike one.

He brushed it off because Tim had been there. It was unlikely he just went on a stress cleaning spree at Bernard's place but… Well, Bernard's caught him doing way weirder shit. It's fine.

(it's not fine. You just didn't move things around on someone else's turf.

"…Clean up?" Tim echoed back from the phone, sounding as confused as Bernard felt the following morning. "I-- no, of course not!" and then hurriedly continued to reassure Bernard he'd never do that. Because Tim was nice like that, even after Bernard low-key accused him of giving him the Gotham equivalent of pissing in someone else's yard.

So, that was strike one in the back of his hindbrain that something was up.)

Strike two and three came together.

See, in Gotham's economy, sometimes your employer doesn't have your paycheck the week it should be. Who cares if you need to pay rent through or your landlord will double your rent? Neither your boss nor the landlord in question, obviously. So what he usually did was have a nest egg the size of his rent just in case.

But this month Bernard had splurged a little too much, so he was short. It was nothing big, he was just five bucks short.

The issue was, that his landlord was paranoid and was already breathing down his neck for not paying the next month's rent the day before the new month started. Like clockwork, his landlord put a warning under his door, ready to evict him the same day the month started if Bernard didn't have the rent in cash the next morning.

He knew the eviction notice was at the door, but chose to ignore it because it didn't matter, he'd get those five one way or another by the end of the day.

By the time he came back, two things were out of place. The first was the eviction notice on his table. Again, no one moved someone else's shit around.

Strike three happened while counting his nest egg, and would you look at that! He had more money than he'd counted. Nothing ridiculous, just… He had those five bucks now.

All these little things were easy to miss, or misremember, but Bernard was not most people. But the catch here was… All these things were good things. Sort of.

So not only was this happening when he wasn't around, but they were happening to his… Advantage? He'd even call it good fortune if one was willing to ignore the lack of privacy… And maybe he would have, if this wasn't Gotham. Privacy was a mix between a luxury and a currency. Sometimes a kindness.

In some ways maybe it would have been an effective scare tactic, to mess someone's shit up, but this was not the way he'd personally go about it if he wanted someone to leave the building.

So here Bernard was, staring again at the dishes he had placed as bait, because he wasn't an idiot and tempting a ghost into anything remotely violent was stupid. The dishes were cleaned.

He squinted at the ceiling, then at the rest of his apartment, trying to gauge whether trying to make first contact was going to get him more haunted, killed, or turn him into a Saturday morning cartoon.

Finally, he picked up a cup. Not a glass cup, because why would he give the ghost any ammunition, but a couple of fairly clear plastic cups, a marker, two sticky notes, and filled both cups with tap water decently enough so a mild tremble would be noticeable.

The first sticky note said "Yes", and the second, predictably, said "No."

"So." Bernard sat in front of the cups, feeling halfway like a dumbass for doing this in the first place, and halfway like he's about to do the worst decision of his life because it might just work. "You from out of town, or are you just really shitty at this?"

[sun-e-chips]

You’re relaxing in the resort room before heading into the park:)

[rocketbirdie]

An unexpected visitor encounters some unexpected visitors at the Kokoto hunter's guild!

>:3

[pins-junkyard]

Made for a friend based on their text shitpost 🫡

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

You really didn't think that one through huh?

idk if im sobbing, wheezing, or choking on my tea <3

[shinigami-striker]

Character Banners (Crash Team Rumble) | Friday, 06.28.24

Did you know that you can unlock these character-specific banners in Crash Team Rumble? They can be used to customize your in-game player profiles.

To unlock them, you'll have to respectively reach levels 4 and 14 per character by earning XP when playing any mode (excluding practice matches and private matches)

Unlock criteria(s):

Character Banner 1: reach level 4 as any character

Character Banner 2: reach level 14 as any character

[sapphire-heart-tippy]

The Sapphire Heartverse Main Three and their alternate universe counterparts!

From left to right (both sets): Tippy/Tip: he/him/his, /ze/zem/zeir - Vanilla/Iced: he/him/his (they/them okay too) - Bel/Belz: he/him/his, xe/xem/xis, they/them/their

[oscargot]

tawna but epic ... The sequel to a drawing 2-3 years later

[danisbrainrot]

lottie mathews x reader

all the yellowjackets had gathered for the new year's party that your girlfriend lottie was hosting. the alcohol was flowing, the music was blasting and the night was slipping away.

you grew more and more anxious about how close to midnight it was getting. lottie promised to be your new year's kiss, and you intended to make sure she kept it.

you scanned the room, sipping from the red solo cup filled with some fruity drink. you watched shauna and jackie dancing together, van and taissa making out in the corner of the room, natalie outside smoking—but lottie was nowhere to be seen.

you huffed, walking upstairs to lottie's bedroom; you were shocked to find she wasn't there. you checked in a few guestrooms, knocked on a few toilets, even turned the basement light on—that's as far as you were going in to that room.

you checked your watch nervously. 11.53 pm. you bit your bottom lip, running back to the party room with the rest of the team. still no lottie. was she going to miss the new year's kiss?

natalie came back inside; you quickly approached her. "have you seen lottie?" you asked, she shook her head.

"nope, sorry. have you tried her room?" she asked, walking towards the kitchen to pour herself a drink.

you followed like a lost little puppy, nodding your head vigorously, "i can't find her anywhere," natalie sighed, pouring vodka into a cup and shrugging. "ugh, fine. i'll ask someone else," you groaned, walking off.

you talked to mari, who was no help because she was too drunk to remember her name. you tried to talk to tai and van, but they just ignored you. you walked onto the dancefloor, anxiously checking your watch again. 11.58 pm. where was lottie?

"guys, it's almost midnight!" jackie called out. everyone flocked to the middle of the room, cups in hand; they watched eagerly as your new digital watch counted as the seconds went down.

"5. 4. 3. 2. 1. happy new year!" everyone screamed in unison. jackie wrapped her arms around shauna's neck and kissed her, whereas van pulled tai close and kissed her again.

you looked around, sad that everyone had someone they could kiss, before your eyes landed on lottie. she smiled softly, before grabbing your cheeks and pressing her lips on to yours. you sighed into the kiss, lips moving at the same pace as her.

"happy new year, babe," she mumbled.

"happy new year, lottie."

[punkshitposts]

genuine question, sorry if it's stupid or something

I'm all for ACAB truly, I mean that

but genuinely... if let's say someone I know goes missing or gets severely injured, what do I do instead of call the cops?

This ISN'T a stupid question at all actually this is a really common thing that comes up on both sides of the pro vs anti cop debate:

there's no good answer i can currently give you, and any answer i CAN give might not be accurate to where you live. AFAIK, in America, you can't call 911 and specifically request they don't send cops (I guess you can, but the operator doesn't have to abide by your request). In America, at least, our system just isn't set up to minimize cop interactions because cops ARE the center of the system. Telling you that you can absolutely in all circumstances get away with not interacting with cops would be irresponsible of me- you don't have to like it, I definitely don't, but until a better one is put in place we'll occasionally have to use the system to get what we want and need.

any potential 911 alternatives are generally situation specific and regional.

so, what can you do instead:

INJURY: assess. is this person already critical?

YES: you are likely going to have to bite the bullet to call 911, unless you live somewhere you can call the emergency direct to EMS.

NO: Can you move them? Can you or someone else transport them? Will they MAKE it to the hospital using these means of transportate? <- if all of these are YES, take them directly to the Emergency Room yourself and forgoe 911. If any are NO: you are likely going to need to call 911 and interact the cops that show up to save injured person.

MISSING PERSON: I don't think I can in good faith tell you that this would be a situation where you could avoid cops. It could both further any potential danger the missing individual is in, and i believe not filing a report could potentially get you yourself into trouble.

what you may be able to do instead: assess. Where SHOULD the person be? Is there any likely alternative places they could be at? can you or someone else check those places? What reason could they have to not be in the place they should be? Is this out-of-character? How long has it been since they were last seen? Do you believe they could be in danger?

Depending on the answers: First: Assuming that to classify someone as a "Missing Person", several people know their missing and not just you. if that's wrong... you should probably go tell other people. Second: I hate to say it. This is a bite-the-bullet and file a report. Third: Call applicable hotlines. Fourth: Organize search efforts. While official channels have now been used for all legal reasons, Do Not Rely On Them.

YOU ARE IN ACTIVE DANGER: Assess. Do you have the time or ability to call someone else to come help you?

YES: Make contact attempt with this person. With key words being "Active Danger", it is might probably be time to bite-the-bullet again after that. Self-Defense laws vary wildly regionally, even city-to-city, so know what yours are ahead of this. If you have to defend yourself and the offender is injured or killed, the 911 call will in most cases help you PROVE self defense.

NO: See above, minus first sentence. For clarity, I'm NOT using"Active Danger" as ye olde hostile interaction or generalized unsafe situations, but more on the lines of "active home invasion" or "person actively Trying to kill me dead right at this very second"

im not going to tell you that you should absolutely never call 911, that's incredibly irresponsible of me. im not going to tell you to let yourself or someone else die to avoid cops. in an ideal world, we would have a completely different system to use wherein "is it safer to call or to not call emergency services?" isn't a question anyone has to ask, but we don't live in that word right now. And, again and as always please feel free to add your own opinions, stances, takes, ect and to ask me to clarify things that don't make sense. This is an incredibly loaded topic that I make no claims to be an expert on, but I did answer you to the best of my current ability. I apologize for any and all clunky/awkward wordings and phrasings , and this post will probably get edited™ sometime in the future.

[moonshynecybin]

motogp 2024 world championship in many ways a flop-off

[aso-designer]

Happy 28th anniversary Crash Bandicoot !

A lot of people came for the celebration! Not every characters are here, but some still did send letters to our beloved bandicoot! (Like Pasadena,Rilla Roo, Chick and Stew..)

Have a wonderful day, mutants and scientists!

[gh0stwithagun]

self indulgent Bones stimboard (Jackpot Crash Course) reqs open <3

x x x / x x x / x x x

[tennessoui]

The Force as meddling parent in the Hanakhi AU: I was trying to set you two up! To HELP. Anakin, to Yoda: The Force is not invited to the wedding. >:(

honestly the amount of times in my fics that the Force steps in and everything just gets worse 🥴 The poor Force is just trying to help out favorite child Anakin and the weird lil guy Her kid picked up on his way home lmao

[tang3r1n]

i wanna have one of those bff moments with nami where we’re jumping on the bed and screaming along to music and there’s dirty clothes and chip bags and messy makeup running down our sweaty faces but it’s okay cause we’re just girls and we’re just being happy together.

[sapphire-heart-tippy]

This is what Vanilla and Tippy look like in Sugar Crash Void Bash!

(we are both gay masc adjacent people! we use he/him)