Physics: More Pencil Tricks

JUSTICE FOR CASEY GOODSON

On December 4th, 2020, Casey Christian Goodson Jr. (23 years old) was shot three times in the back and murdered by a Sheriff’s Deputy as he was entering his home in Columbus, Ohio. Goodson’s family stated that he was returning home from a dentist appointment, holding a Subway sandwich, his face mask, and his keys, when he was shot.

Two days later, the Columbus Police Department made a statement alleging that James Meade, the deputy responsible for Goodson’s death, saw a man believed to be Goodson with a gun while driving. Meade then approached Goodson after he exited his car and walked home, where he was shot.

Hours after the shooting, the US Marshal for the Southern District of Ohio, Peter Tobin, confirmed that Goodson was not the fugitive they were searching for. However, Tobin also added that he believed that the shooting was justified, claiming that Goodson was shot after he refused to drop his “weapon.”

Yet another Black man murdered by the police.

DEMAND JUSTICE.

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Percabeth! It’s done, finally! :D I’m honestly really happy with how this turned out! Anyone who has followed me for any length of time knows how much I love these two. It’s been a long journey to improve my art to get to a point where I’m able to paint something like this, but I’m super happy to be able to! This definitely won’t be the last time either. Thank you to everyone who has engaged with my writing or art!

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Markiehh Callout Masterpost

For the past few days, concerns have been raised against an artist who goes by the alias markiehh on both Tumblr and Instagram, who has drawn some fanart for the PJO fandom and others. The artworks mainly depict male teenagers from PJO and HoO shirtless with muscles and low-cut trousers or shorts, and have been accused of being sexually suggestive. In many of his artworks, the characters display an outward-facing navel, more commonly known as an outie, to the point of being “iconic,” as his fans put it, and thus has been a cause of suspicion that he has an ‘outie fetish.’ He has also been accused of attraction to minors at least five years younger than him, being 24 in real life, due to the suggestive artworks.

Following several confrontations through both direct messaging the artist in question on Tumblr and Instagram, he refused to delete his suggestive artwork, then proceeded to expose several minors’ social media accounts, falsely accuse one of the minors (@arrowsanonymous, age 13) of writing child pornography and encouraging his 28k+ following to harass her, gaslight several people, including minors, in private messages, and even threatened to sue the teenagers who confronted him, most of whom do not even live in the same country as him.

After attempting to negotiate peace between him and the callout group, Mark proceeded to make an insincere apology by attempting to justify his actions against the callout group who “harassed him,” because they were/are, in his words, “terrible to [him];” when the most harm the teenagers had been doing towards him were, for the most part, making memes which joke that he is a ‘clown’ and nicknaming him “Marky Moo.”

markinope was established as the primary source of opposition against Mark, aiming to gather all posts which condemn Mark’s problematic actions. Over the course of three days, we have gathered over 150 screenshots to prove the accusations against this man, sexualization of minors and gaslighting being the most prominent.

A post made by a member of the callout group sums up the discourse and part of the reason why we are calling him out. Arrows herself has too made posts which explain the situation, you can go check out her Tumblr yourself. This post is made to list out markiehh’s transgressions in depth. For further insight on the situation, please read all the links included in this post.

CONTENT WARNINGS FOR THE POST: Discussions of pedophilia, unhealthy body shapes and depictions, eating disorders, mentions of child abuse, sexual comments towards minors, discussions of trauma, guilt-tripping, harassment, entitlement, gaslighting, mentions of homophobia, mentions of death threats, and one (1) mention of COVID-19.

A TL;DR is included at the bottom of the post for those who do not wish to look into all of the details (the total word count of the post numbers at about 4000 words).

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Love Me, Won’t You by @ananbeth & @blackjacktheboss

↳ chapter seven

Holding Percy’s hand in public turned out to be something which Annabeth just did not get bored of. Every time his fingers brushed her wrist, her pulse sped up and it took a little bit of time to calm down again. They held hands everywhere; exploring the old town, buying groceries, eating ice cream, walking along the beach, drinking coffee in one of the small cafes on the waterfront. She couldn’t get enough of it, and Percy didn’t seem to be able to either. She kept catching his eye and finding him already smiling dopily at her. A woman who sold them two enormous watermelons at the market told them what a beautiful young couple they were and they both blushed like tomatoes as they lugged the fruits away. “We are a cute couple,” Annabeth said as they carried the watermelons back to the boat.

PULLING YOU IN FOR A KISS WITH A SCARF

The night is warm. Annabeth’s cheeks heat with the flush of wine—by now they likely match the red of her Christmas sweater, a thick turtleneck that tickles her jaw. Charles stokes the flames at the fireplace for the first time in the new house, filling the room with the smell of oak and cedar and replacing the smell of dinner lingering in the air. An earnest Rachel chirps over Charles’ shoulder about how to interpret and “read” the flame, which he indulges with the silent amusement only he possesses. Katie and Travis are in a playful argument that will culminate in a kiss any minute, Grover is passing out hot cocoa (with extra marshmallows for Annabeth), and the others are screeching an off-key rendition of “All I Want For Christmas Is You”, which is particularly remarkable when you consider Clarisse singing along with her spiked cider raised high.

Most importantly, warmth emanates from under her where Percy sits with his arm around her waist and a soft smile on his face. He looks so serene, taken out of the moment the way one does in a flash of sudden clarity that they are currently creating a memory they will long to come back to, looking through the lens of nostalgia for a moment they are still in. Somehow Annabeth is in that moment with him, watching their friends through grainy film and hearing them as though the audio plays in the next room over. Everything is muted, glossy, and so so warm.

Percy comes back to himself and presses his lips to Annabeth’s cheek, smiling against the heat of her skin. His hand lifts from her hip to point at the reckless carolers supporting each other with firm embraces and shaky harmonies. “They’re idiots,” he says, but he says it with that smile and it sounds an awful lot like I love them.

“Yeah,” she sighs. “They really are.”

Later in the night once the idiots have been rounded up and herded out the door, Annabeth pauses in the foyer to watch them stumble gleefully, fighting over who gets shotgun in Juniper’s car (Grover) and who gets stuck in the middle seat (Connor). Snow falls softly and settles on Rachel’s curls as she tugs Clarisse’s beanie over her buzz cut and past her eyes, cackling alongside Castor and Pollux and the rest of the gang. Laughter and clinking glass echo from the kitchen where Silena and Beckendorf stayed behind.

The city is cold but the world is warm and full of people Annabeth loves, and therefore it is full of meaning. She turns to Percy, her coat rustling with the movement, and tries to hang on to this warmth, to the man who brought so much of it into her life.

She says, “Thank you,” and it sounds like I love you. It sounds like I love you and it means I love you but there is wine in her system and she’s two seconds away from crying after drinking on an ordinary day with less emotions. If he asks her, she’ll blame the wine and the holidays.

But Percy doesn’t ask her. He finishes pulling on his scarf and coat and looks at her, just looks at her, patient and understanding and in love, the way he has looked at her for the past ten years of their life. Annabeth marvels at her ability to bask in the familiarity of this love. She knows the details of him better than anything; he is the one portrait she can sketch from memory, a monument to permanence in her heart, and still her gaze catches on his freckles even in the winter months when there is no sun to change them. Just in case she misses one.

So she knows he will respond, “Of course,” in that soft tone of his, and she’s ready when his arms wrap around her bundled body. This man, her life partner who drives her crazy in the most maddening and romantic of ways, has given her more than she could ever hope to repay, and he loves her anyway. When her mind plays tricks and plants seeds of doubt, he reassures her. He shows up. Every single time, he shows up.

Their friends are long since corralled by their designated drivers, leaving Percy and Annabeth in the headlights. She pulls him in by the scarf, and they don’t say anything, but it sounds like I love you. Thank you for bringing me in from the cold. Thank you for bringing me home.

If Dr. Seuss Books Were Titled According to Their Subtexts

Line of dialogue with a ship. "Look, I would adopt this dog on the spot but sadly I'm married and I need to talk with Percy first"

Godzilla, and Other Terrible Suggestions

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Piper brings Annabeth to the animal shelter where she volunteers. Annabeth falls in love with a puppy. Predictable fluff ensues.

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“Oh,” says Annabeth, “oh, no.”

“See?” Piper says, and she hasn’t looked this happy in years. “There are so many puppies!”

Most of said puppies are crawling all over Piper, in her lap, in her shirt, chewing on her hair.

But there’s this one puppy, smaller and a little wobbly on its legs, that stumbles its way over to Annabeth. It has bright blue eyes and the sweetest little face she’s ever seen.

“Oh, no,” she repeats.

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Meme history

In memes where text or panels are edited the originals are always the funniest, case in point: