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As an academic, we need a standardized way of referring to systems as well as who belongs to what system. I propose the format "System et al. (N)" for in-line citations and "(System et al., N)" for where N is the number of system members. That way, if you're taking to someone about someone else they are not familiar with, you can cite, for example, Ginger (Kali et al., 40) was pushed down to the ground while Coffee (Kali et al., 40) slipped her finger underneath her loose coat while Mist (Kali et al., 41) watched intently.

#the great Kali citations

ashenmind

always funny when mutual reblogs something from you after like, a week

especially if said mutual is not normally a queuer

ashenmind

ok smarty pants

ashenmind

always funny when mutual reblogs something from you after like, a week

especially if said mutual is not normally a queuer

wretcheddollthings

You're walking through your living room and you notice it: a shattered vase sitting haphazardly upon the floor. Dejected, you kneel down to start picking up the pieces but confusingly, you don't recognize this vase at all. It looks to be at least a few decades old but you don't remember buying it, in fact, you don't remember ever seeing it before in your life.

But a mess is a mess. You start to clean, taking great care to pick up a medium-sized piece of ceramic. Each piece looks like it'd fit neatly in your palm. You look down, the piece of shattered vase is now a small statuette of a horse with your name engraved on its base. You put it on the coffee table and pick up the second piece. As expected, you look down to see another horse statuette with your name on its base. Interestingly enough, your name is spelled differently, but importantly, it's not incorrect, it's still your name after all.

Confused but not concerned, you place that statue next to the first one and continue picking up the rest of the shattered vase. Each piece becomes the same thing: a statuette of a horse with your name labelled neatly on its base.

Each time you see your name, it's spelled differently. Sometimes it has less letters, sometimes it has more, but importantly, it's never incorrect, it's your name, it's always been your name.

Eventually all of the pieces of the vase have been cleaned up and a fair number of horse statuettes line your coffee table. But you don't feel the need to count them, to quantify them, to focus on each specific one.

"Why should I?" You ask yourself. "They're good enough just they way they are."

With the mess cleaned up, you take a look at the horse statues lining your coffee table.

You are happy.

#deserve more reblogs hehe

wretcheddollthings

You're walking through your living room and you notice it: a shattered vase sitting haphazardly upon the floor. Dejected, you kneel down to start picking up the pieces but confusingly, you don't recognize this vase at all. It looks to be at least a few decades old but you don't remember buying it, in fact, you don't remember ever seeing it before in your life.

But a mess is a mess. You start to clean, taking great care to pick up a medium-sized piece of ceramic. Each piece looks like it'd fit neatly in your palm. You look down, the piece of shattered vase is now a small statuette of a horse with your name engraved on its base. You put it on the coffee table and pick up the second piece. As expected, you look down to see another horse statuette with your name on its base. Interestingly enough, your name is spelled differently, but importantly, it's not incorrect, it's still your name after all.

Confused but not concerned, you place that statue next to the first one and continue picking up the rest of the shattered vase. Each piece becomes the same thing: a statuette of a horse with your name labelled neatly on its base.

Each time you see your name, it's spelled differently. Sometimes it has less letters, sometimes it has more, but importantly, it's never incorrect, it's your name, it's always been your name.

Eventually all of the pieces of the vase have been cleaned up and a fair number of horse statuettes line your coffee table. But you don't feel the need to count them, to quantify them, to focus on each specific one.

"Why should I?" You ask yourself. "They're good enough just they way they are."

With the mess cleaned up, you take a look at the horse statues lining your coffee table.

You are happy.

#awww