#Have fun with your researching!

[jeromesmith]

A Fantastic Resource For Finding Information

Good morning everyone! I just wanted to pop in and inform everyone about a fantastic resource anyone can use to find information about nearly any topic that the brain can even think of. I use it constantly for my job as a researcher and it helps me out A LOT. This resource can be used for a job, writing essays, or even just satisfying a person's curiosity on a certain topic they want to learn about!

Google Scholar is an online resource that is free for anyone to use! It was released on November 20th, 2004, and is absolutely FILLED with peer-reviewed online academic journals and books, conference papers, theses and dissertations, preprints, abstracts, technical reports, and other scholarly literature, including court opinions and patents. Whatever you decide to search up, under each link/article/book/etc. will be options to save, cite (For when writing your own essay or article), tell you how many others have citied that specific article, and give you an option to view related articles and any other versions of that exact article. On the left side of the resource, you can specify what exact thing you are looking for by setting a specific range of when the article was posted, if you want to sort the results by relevance or date, what type of article you are looking for, and if you want the article to include patent/citations or not. Underneath that, you can even make an alert for a certain topic so that you will be notified when a new article is posted about that topic.

"But, Jerome, where do I go to find this amazing resource?" I'm glad you asked! You just need to search up, "Google Scholar" into your search bar and it should be the first link to pop up. I have also included a link to it at the bottom of this post, right before the tags. Happy researching!

https://g.co/kgs/UpVwU42

[kenapiece-main]

Can you believe I'm having to make this meme even after successfully finishing up taxes and applying to job

[ashleyeveerson]

Haven't been able to think about anything other than the victorian/edwardian/WW1 twink and his 80's punk almost-boyfriend for a week, send help

[deoidesign]

Worry free, guarantee!

loved painting this one, I love illustrated advertisements

[reality-detective]

The realest president of all time 🤔

[darkfluffydragon]

Here are some sketches I drew of Phantasmagoria Corrupted Burning Spice (Change) and Mystic Flour (Volition) :D

Just a fun lil thing while I debate to myself over whether to focus on the world-building or the story. Also Change as a cowboy..just for fun :')

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Wei Wuxian eats a watermelon. Yep!

[anbaisai]

Happy birthday to @crystallizsch and the lovely Yuusha! May you have another wonderful year full of happiness and currynoodles💜

[callisteios]

I have a new uquiz for you, go on a pilgrimage with me. discover who you are.

[black-quadrant]

ADHD isn't silly or quirky. it can hinder productivity, create a cycle of overcommitting and overextending to keep up with life, can give rise to feelings of guilt for things like resting and overall impacts relationship health (just to name a few). it's hard to manage and it's miserable.

[theactualsunshinechild]

I think Aventio and Screwtio shippers shouldn't fight. After all, Ratio has two hands!

That's right. Two hands.

One for his chalk.

One for his codex.

Both of which he's holding in an embarrassed death grip as they chat away with each other about him.

[stuckinapril]

It’s never overstated to me when people are like “work out bc it makes you feel better” bc it literally does. I think what I used to get hung up on is making the perfect schedule / wanting to know what I was doing right away. But it’s also okay to flounder at first and experiment w things and figure out what works for you and your body. The important thing is you’re starting out bc your body really will thank you for it later down the line. You cannot keep pushing it off it will add up

[elizabethan-memes]

[bizarreandjarring]

just an old hick goin' fishin

plus kim "i am winning at fishing. something which is both normal to want and possible to acheive" kitsuragi

ref

[euphietea]

To Skin a Lion.

Jo Togame. [ 1/? ] cw. angsty. tattooing mentions. yakuza mentions. note. linked reference list & websites used at bottom.

Jou Togame sits across from you at the floor table politely, legs folded under him and back straight. His shoulders curled forward, eyes lost in the waves of fragrant tea. He hadn’t touched the porcelain cup since it was offered to him. He hadn’t spoken in about fifteen minutes. Maybe he didn’t prepare for what this entailed.

He hadn’t left yet, which was a good sign. You sigh. He looks up to you. Lush green obscured by sunset-tinted lenses. Breaking your typical decorum, you reach across the table and touch the arms of the shades. At the slightest pull, he reacts. His calloused, scarred hands grip your wrists reflexively, digging into the nerve and numbing your senses. Your chest tightens and you search his fingers pointlessly. The days of Yubitsume were over, thus those in their twenties and even thirties kept all their digits.

He looked just like your usual clientele. Yakuza men were often muscular, imposing, and formal in their stature. They lose their ‘thuggish’ attitude years after recruitment due to training regiments under their elders. Jou, in his late twenties, fits the bill for a full fledged Yakuza. The thing was... He respected you. He didn’t question your ability nor did he ask for your master’s approval. He genuinely sought out your insight upon first meeting. You could tell by how he treated you that he was not one of them.

He recoils back, fingers curled around his forehead. His shoulders rise and fall in a deep, shaken breath.

“It’s fine, really,” You soften your voice, uncertain on how long he’d been fighting for to develop this type of reflex to a simple touch, “I just thought it might be easier without the shades. Keep them on if they’re more comfortable, okay?”

As his shaggy head pulls up, you see the ounce of pain behind his smile-crescent eyes, “No, you’re right.” He pulls the shades off and sets them on the table, “Isn’t there some phrase about rose tinted glasses?”

“Yeah, but those are yellow,” You note, trying to make a joke out of the obvious.

“Like piss,” he jests back.

“Like hope.”

Jou’s full attention was on you, mouth opening slightly. His stiff posture breaks for once as a strong, thick arm bears his full weight while he laughs. It sounds like the soft warmth of velvet.

Your own body melts tension away. Vulnerability is challenging, especially for someone who seemingly has steeled himself from enjoying those around him. You finally bridge the gap with a teasing lilt, “Are you ready to talk to me now? I can’t keep coaxing a lion to stop its pacing~”

“Yeah, yeah,” He waved off your teasing, the corner of his mouth cutting up in half-moon grin, “You’ll be jabbing me with those things if I talk right?” His chin jerks in the direction of the tebori hanging on the wall, “Ain’t that the opposite of torture? You’re supposed to jab me first then I’ll talk. You’re one backwards interrogator, miss.”

“Glad we’re on the same page~.” you jest with a chuckle, resting your cheek in your hand. He truly was a beautiful man when he smiled, “Let’s start from the top, mkay?” You steadied your heart. People do not close up so tight because their life is easy.

“Alright,” Jou takes a deep, steadying breath. He recounts his life to you, immersing you in his cherished past. Reliving the good days surrounds him in wistful melancholy – steeped like the untouched tea in front of him in fond memories. His smile longed for days lost in heartfelt connection. The very sun graced the barren soil of his life with lush, vibrant flora. Striving for the path of strength and freedom lead the sun to hide behind the clouds, swept away amidst heavy beads of rain. Withering away with each brother he skinned with his own teeth and claws, a mere lion could do nothing but sacrifice himself for the hope that the rain will end.

“...I failed him.” This lion’s roar was but a weak murmur. Jou’s chin rose, aquiline nose pointed towards the sun. His tears flow freely like the very rain he wished away, trailing down his softly curved jaw.

Your heart twists. Your professional constitution melts at the edges. You did not wish to interject in his story. You held no place along the canvas of his life. He so clearly craved comfort - to lighten the burden eating away at his mighty frame. Instinctively you reach out, fingers dangling hesitantly. Your intention was to simply provide comfort along the curve of his shoulder – you are met with curve of his dampened cheek. You are a professional. You are to create a tapestry of his journey, his goals, his very essence. Nothing more.

“This will be a very long process,” You begin carefully, keeping your voice steady, “I won’t do a traditional bodysuit. It'll have munewari but no kame-no-koh. It will just be the front.” Your thumb strokes the curve of his cheek, sweeping up a drying tear, “Until you make amends in the way that you want, I won’t complete your mane. It’s fitting for one who skins their own pride for the sake of the sun.”

His softened gaze lingers on yours, lapping at the clear waters of your affectionate after years of fasting. They reflect the beauty of raw malachite, relentlessly purifying the blackened tar of those around him. To polish it is to take the risk of poison with the reward of its adamant protection.

A professional.

The word jerks you out of a shared mirage. You reluctantly withdraw your soothing touch. You were not a shelter from the monsoon. You could never be the reprieve from his own self sacrifice. He turns his cheek as you pull back. The flesh of his lips graze the soft pads of your fingers, desiring one last lap at the illusory spring. He sits back, not an ounce of remorse for his wanton action.

As if the moment hadn’t been shared at all, you collect the remnants of your so called professionalism.

“Come back tomorrow and we’ll start from there.”

He obliged, thanking you and scheduling his appointment. He waves to you solemnly as he leaves, lips tilted in wistful grin. The lion readily greets the melancholic downpour in hopes to see the sun.

You begin to sketch a plan – the feel of his lips haunting your fingertips.

references.

terms used.

tebori. traditional tool for tattooing. made of bamboo and used to manually insert ink into the skin using 1-6 needles. typically used for horimono and irezumi by a horishi.

horishi. tattoo master as well as a term for block print/block carving artesian.

horimono. term for tattoos. usually refer to traditional styled tattoos resembling block/wood prints and carvings. have a historical context, but also a general term for the style of tattoo. preferred over the term irezumi due to it having a more neutral context.

irezumi. term for a tattoo. in history, the name of tattoos given to mark prisoners. often used to describe body suit tattoos typically seen on yakuza, however the term has historical context expanding prior to yakuza.

munewari. the gap of skin in a body suit to give the illusion of a happi.

kami-no-koh. the back piece of a body suit. it is usually the centerpiece of the horimono and often contain the main subject.

yubitsume. practice of the yakuza of cutting off the tip of a finger for atonement when defying yakuza rules.

since there are not many academic sources for horimono references, here are some websites i used. xx xx xx xx

[averlym]

litany of the martyrs (click for better resolution!)