“i Was Gonna Lose My Shit If That Last Corner Had Cost Me Pole”

Elphie. Elphie. Pay attention to me

some doodles while chilling this weekend

textposts that remind me of the losers

I love how in the espn transmission they hate the ferrari/hp livery as much as anyone.

"They dont commit to it, go full blue and white"

"It looks like half of a car and half of another car"

"Look at the williams/hp of montoya" favorite one, that car look nice

"BRADY SUCKS!"

today’s lectionary texts—acts 5:27–32, psalm 118:14–29, revelation 1:9–11a, 12–13, 17–19, and john 20:19–31—are so densely interwoven it’s practically rabbinic. it’s the second sunday of easter, which historically functioned as a liturgical echo chamber for the resurrection. but today’s selections aren’t just liturgical filler—they’re deliberate theological architecture. acts 5:27–32 put you into a post pentecost context where peter and the apostles, fresh off their spirit induced empowerment, confront the sanhedrin. the line “we must obey god rather than men” (δεῖ ἀνθρώποις πειθαρχεῖν μᾶλλον ἢ τῷ θεῷ) is almost a second century anachronism. it anticipates martyrdom theology, rooted in texts like daniel 3 and 6, but also anticipates justin martyr and tertullian’s apologetics. it reframes civic disobedience as divine allegiance.

psalm 118 functions as a hinge text. it's the last of the hallel psalms (113–118), used during passover, which already overlays a liberation motif onto resurrection. “the stone the builders rejected” (v. 22) gets picked up in matt 21:42, mark 12:10, luke 20:17, and here again as a kind of post easter hermeneutical key. the rejected messiah becomes the cornerstone of a new ekklesia. it's also worth noting how this psalm was used in second temple processionals. what begins as royal liturgy becomes political protest. revelation 1:9–19 layers on the apocalyptic. john of patmos positions himself in exile “because of the word of god and the testimony of jesus”—a deliberate mirroring of the acts narrative. christ appears “like a son of man” (ὅμοιον υἱὸν ἀνθρώπου), drawing straight from daniel 7, but recoded with roman imperial aesthetics: golden sash, bronze feet, sword mouth. it’s not just christological—it’s anti imperial polemic. domitian’s empire is the beast; the risen christ is pantokrator. then john 20:19–31. locked room. fear. sudden appearance. peace (εἰρήνη ὑμῖν), said twice. jesus breathes on them—enephýsen—an echo of gen 2:7 and ezek 37. this is a new creation moment, a new adam breathing life into a new humanity. and thomas, often unfairly dubbed “doubting,” functions more like a johannine stand-in for the reader. he gets to touch the wound (typos), an embodied epistemology. and yet, the final beatitude—“blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed”—extends the narrative beyond history into faith. the whole text folds time like a chiasm. so yeah. today is about post resurrection defiance, counter temple theologies, radical reinterpretations of jewish liturgy, imperial subversion via apocalyptic aesthetics, and an invitation to epistemic humility. it’s theology as resistance literature.

in recognition of the ongoing environmental challenges, i would like to talk about the keeling curve. which serves as a reminder of how human activity has shaped the planet's atmosphere. this graph tracks the rise in atmospheric carbon dioxide (co₂) concentrations from 1958 to today, based on measurements taken at the mauna loa observatory in hawaii. charles david keeling began collecting this data in 1958, and it remains the longest continuous record of atmospheric co₂. keeling's measurements revealed a clear upward trend in co₂, increasing from about 313 parts per million (ppm) in 1958 to over 400 ppm by 2013. this rise is largely due to human activities, mainly the burning of fossil fuels and deforestation. the curve also shows seasonal fluctuations, with co₂ levels higher in winter due to reduced photosynthesis and lower in summer as plants absorb more co₂. the keeling curve has played a crucial role in demonstrating the link between human activity and climate change, providing solid evidence of the effect of fossil fuel emissions on the earth's atmosphere. it remains a key symbol in the scientific effort to understand and address global warming, reminding us that the actions we take today will directly shape the climate of tomorrow. without recognition of this data, the global response to climate change would likely have been much slower.

also, one of the most significant factors driving the acceleration of climate change is the albedo effect. which refers to how much sunlight is reflected by a surface, with darker surfaces absorbing more sunlight and lighter surfaces reflecting it. this effect plays a crucial role in the earth's climate system, particularly in how energy is absorbed or reflected by the planet's surface. when it comes to ice and snow, they have a high albedo, meaning they reflect a significant portion of the sunlight that hits them, helping to keep the planet cool. however, as global temperatures rise due to climate change, ice sheets and glaciers are melting at an accelerated rate, especially in polar regions. this melting exposes darker surfaces, like ocean water or bare ground, which have a much lower albedo compared to ice. these surfaces absorb more heat from the sun, which in turn accelerates warming in a feedback loop. as more ice melts, more dark surfaces are exposed, leading to further warming, which causes more ice to melt, and so on. this is a prime example of a positive feedback loop in climate change. for instance, the arctic is warming roughly twice as fast as the global average, a phenomenon known as arctic amplification, largely driven by this albedo effect. as sea ice melts, it exposes the darker ocean underneath, which absorbs more heat, warming the region even faster. this has major consequences for global sea levels, as the melting ice contributes to rising ocean levels. additionally, as ice sheets shrink, they reduce the earth's ability to reflect sunlight, further amplifying the effects of global warming. the albedo effect is not limited to the polar regions. as forests, urban areas, and even deserts expand due to human activity, they can also alter the earth’s albedo. for example, deforestation, which replaces lighter snow-covered landscapes or forests with darker surfaces like soil or crops, can exacerbate regional warming. this feedback loop is one of the many reasons why the loss of ice in the arctic and antarctica is such a crucial concern. the albedo effect not only accelerates warming in those regions but also has ripple effects on global weather patterns, ocean currents, and even weather extremes in places far from the poles. i think understanding the albedo effect is essential for predicting future climate change scenarios and for developing strategies to mitigate its impacts.

let this years earth day be a reminder that the health of our planet depends on the choices we make daily. real change comes from consistent effort, not just awareness. let’s act like we have a future to protect.

fix leaks, take shorter showers, choose products made from eco-friendly materials and ethically sourced. make it a habit to flick off the light switch when you leave a room. grow a plant: even a small houseplant helps clean the air! carry a refillable water bottle (and only own ONE reusable bottle). swap bottled products (i've been using bar soap for a few years now!). buy almost everything second-hand (besides underwear, socks, mattress, helmets, and cosmetics). upcycle your old clothes: instead of donating, repurpose them into something new, like a tote bag or pillow covers. stop using paper towels and opt for reusable cloth napkins in the kitchen. choose products with no plastic packaging, make your own cleaners. walk and ride a bike instead of public transportation and cars!!! support local farmers: buy seasonal produce from farmer’s market to reduce your carbon footprint and support sustainable agriculture. and i know you've heard these suggestions millions of times but they can help you make a difference. small changes add up, and every little bit counts .ᐟ

i would also like to add with the passing of pope francis, (rest in peace), that he has been a vocal advocate for addressing climate change, making it a central theme of his papacy. his landmark 2015 encyclical laudato si' was a groundbreaking moment in the intersection of faith and environmental advocacy. in it, pope francis called for urgent action to combat the climate crisis, highlighting the moral and ethical implications of environmental degradation. he framed climate change not only as a scientific issue but also as a deeply spiritual and social issue, emphasizing its impact on the most vulnerable populations. in laudato si', pope francis criticized the excessive consumerism and exploitation of natural resources, linking these practices to poverty and inequality. he argued that the destruction of the environment is a consequence of a "throwaway culture" that disregards the dignity of human life. the encyclical urged individuals, communities, and governments to take responsibility for protecting the planet and to recognize the interconnection between all living beings. in 2023, pope francis expanded on these themes in his apostolic exhortation laudate deum, further emphasizing the need for global action on climate change. he referenced laudato si' as a starting point and called for greater collaboration to address the environmental crisis, especially in the context of rising global temperatures and the ongoing loss of biodiversity. laudate deum reaffirmed his belief that the climate crisis is not just an environmental issue, but a moral and spiritual one, requiring a concerted global effort to ensure justice for the poor and the protection of future generations.

(credits to: @gifs-of-puppets @unknown-till @junabuggy)

From Batman #9, Feb-Mar 1942. Fred Ray pencils, Jerry Robinson inks.

Info from Grand Comics Database.

yeah okay 5-2 it's macKover

NEVERMIND!! DO NOT SHOOT ME!!

he's my lovely life saver

doesn't mind my bad behavior.ᐟ

content warning for blood it's not descriptive but if that makes you uncomfy uh um yeah just scroll

also this might be pt.1 of a few more fics cause i kinda wanna write vampire x bucky with him in that new fucking avengers suit 👅 god i need him so bad

pt.2

it was a humid evening. the city lights reflecting off the sleek glass towers that lined the skyline, the buzz of the metropolis still alive even as the night began to fall. you’d been in the city for a few months now, settling into your role in politics and keeping your secret under wraps. but the longer you spent time with bucky, the more difficult it became to maintain the distance between you and the truth. you’d met him at a fundraiser months ago, and the chemistry was immediate. the way his eyes seemed to see right through you, yet never asked the right questions. he was always kind, considerate. an odd trait among the usual crowd you mingled with. he had an intensity to him that matched your own, something in his eyes that made you feel understood without having to say a word.

over time, you both grew closer. at first, it was the long conversations over coffee and late night dinners, and then more casual outings around the city. as much as you tried to keep things professional, there was always something more with you two. it happened by accident. really. you were sitting with him at his apartment, the apartment was warm, the living room was dimly lit, the flickering light from the television casting a soft glow on the two of you as you sat on the couch, you’d been here before, spending hours talking, laughing, and watching movies late into the night. but tonight, everything felt different. the closeness had grown, subtle and inevitable. the way his fingers brushed against yours when you passed him the popcorn, the way he always made sure you were comfortable, the way his eyes lingered just a moment too long on your lips when you spoke... it all felt like an invitation. curled up on his couch, the soft murmur of a movie playing in the background. you were both a little tipsy from the wine, a bit more relaxed than usual, your barriers worn thin from the hours of quiet company.

"you always talk about how you’re so busy," bucky said, his voice teasing but not unkind. "but i don’t think i’ve ever seen you take a break. don’t you need one?"

"i don’t really get tired," you muttered, a touch too quickly. it wasn’t something you meant to say, but the wine made it slip past your lips before you could stop it.

he glanced at you, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "you don’t get tired? that’s... interesting."

you froze, realizing what you’d just said. shit. your heart rate spiked slightly, though you did your best to hide the telltale signs. you forced a nonchalant smile, turning the moment into a joke. "guess i’m just a workaholic. don’t worry about it."

bucky leaned back against the cushions, his head tilted slightly as he watched you. you felt his gaze like a weight on your skin, his eyes dark and soft, studying you in a way that made your breath catch. you tried to focus on the movie, but his presence was all consuming. you could feel the heat of his body beside yours, the warmth of his arm just inches away.

“you look like you’re miles away,” he murmured.

you blinked, shaking yourself out of your thoughts, and turned to face him. “sorry, just... lost in my head for a second.”

“well, you know, that’s my job,” he said with a playful smirk, “to make sure you’re not lost in your own thoughts for too long.”

you chuckled, but the tension in the air hadn’t loosened. if anything, it felt like it was building, the unspoken connection between you both growing thicker. he was so close now, his scent smelled like he was carved straight out of war and winter. smoke, metal, leather, but softened by something warmer underneath, something maddening. it wasn’t cologne. no, it was the scent of him, baked into cotton and skin and the hollow of his throat. like clean sweat after a workout, salt kissed and heavy, the kind that made your mouth water when you caught it up close. there was that sharp, biting edge of gun oil and steel, like he’d just come back from something violent, but wrapped in the deep, grounding warmth of cedarwood and dark amber that had no business being that comforting. he smelled like the inside of a well worn jacket, like something you’d bury your face into and never give back. and underneath it all, there was heat. skin heat. something raw and male and barely restrained, like if you got too close you’d lose yourself in it. there was a sweetness to it, faint, maybe from whatever soap he used. something cheap and scentless meant to go unnoticed, but on him? it smelled like sin. it filled your senses. it made you feel... alive in a way that you hadn’t for a long time.

before you could stop yourself, your body shifted closer to his, the space between you disappearing. his breath caught, but he didn’t pull away. instead, he moved a little closer, and suddenly, everything that had been building between you both snapped into place. bucky’s lips were on yours before you even realized what was happening. the kiss was soft at first, gentle, he wanted to make sure you were there with him. you didn’t hesitate. your hand found its way to his shoulder, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.

it wasn’t like the others. this felt different. his lips moved against yours with purpose, his hand sliding to your back, tugging you even closer. you could feel the heat of his skin through the fabric of his shirt, his body strong and warm. your heart thudded in your chest, and you didn’t want to pull away. as the kiss deepened, your senses sharpened. you could feel every breath he took, hear the thrum of his pulse, steady and strong. it was like your body was on fire, and you couldn’t control it. your hand slid up to his neck, fingers brushing the skin there, feeling the flutter of his pulse beneath your fingertips. the temptation hit you then— an undeniable need. without thinking your lips trailed from his mouth, moving down the line of his jaw to the soft skin of his neck. you heard him quickly breathe in through his nose, a sound that made your pulse spike in response. your mouth hovered just above his skin for a moment, and then, without a second thought, you pressed your lips to the warmth of his neck. you kissed him again, this time more urgently, the blood singing in your veins, the hunger that you kept buried deep inside you threatening to surface. you couldn’t stop. your lips parted, teeth grazing the skin of his neck just enough to feel the pulse beating beneath. there was a sharp intake of breath from him, but still, he didn’t pull away.

the sensation of his skin against your lips, his pulse beneath you, was too much. the hunger, the need, surged forward, and before you could stop it, you bit down gently. the rush of warmth flooded your senses, flooding you with an almost dizzying euphoria. you pulled at his neck, the taste of his skin and the soft, rhythmic thrum of his blood sending a shiver through you. bucky’s hands tightened on you, his body stiffening for a moment, but then, to your surprise, he didn’t push you away. instead, his fingers threaded through your hair, pulling you closer, urging you on. his breathing had become shallow, his pulse erratic under your mouth.

you didn’t take much. just enough to feel that rush, that satisfying pull that made your whole body hum. you pulled away slowly, your lips lingering on his neck for a moment longer, savoring the warmth of his skin. his pulse was still racing beneath your lips, but his grip on you had softened, his body relaxed against you. you met his eyes, breathless, your heart still racing, unsure of what he was thinking, or what he felt. but then he spoke, his voice almost a whisper.

“is this... okay?” his words were tentative, though his gaze was full of something that made your chest tighten.

you nodded, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips, trying to ease the tension that had suddenly settled between you two. “yeah, it’s... perfect.”

he smiled back at you, a little dazed, but still with that warmth in his eyes. bucky kissed you again, deeper this time. like you weren't just someone he wanted to kiss, but something he needed to hold onto. and god, the way he kissed. slow, heavy, hungry. like he was trying to crawl inside you and stay there. you made a soft sound as his other hand settled on your waist, guiding you into his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world. he was so warm under you, all solid muscle and quiet strength, thighs like stone, arms wrapping around you like he'd rather die than let you go.