Ter_waltz

And the Beauty of Virality

From what I've garnered: an unproven author, a fandom account for a long-running anime series, and the world's most infamous retailer reacted chimerically to create a copies-sold colossus out of a languishing book, and a buzzword out of what should by all means be a furry's first forum username.

Sometimes I wonder whether this isn't all a joke, and we'll all one day come to our senses, decide "I do not wish to anymore," and emerge from our caves of plywood and interconnected thermostats, ready to leave behind the misty, trodden fields of a world with no whimsy left in its veins.

Moments like this grab one by the hair, as if to say, "No, no, there's still something left in the tank." One lucky person gets to have their labor (of love or otherwise) recognized and lauded. A little smile is all I get from observing, but it's one smile more that I wouldn't have had otherwise.

I'm typing this while organizing a deck of physical trading cards using software on my decrepit, near-death smartphone. The future sure sure is now, isn't it?

Make no mention that it'd be faster to just get the cards out and sort them that way.

Still playing catch up; prompts are at:

I actually don't stress too much when it comes to gift-giving. Usually because I don't expect much myself.

The people in my life also don't seem too focused on gifts. We'd much rather get each other small things than something flashy and burdensome. Thus, I try to find small things that fit with their hobbies, or a piece of clothing that I think would look good on them.

However, being with a person who's second strongest love language was gift-giving opened my eyes to how much gifts can mean to people. Everything she gave me represented some wish she had for me. I treasure those things closely.

I want to be able to give even when there's nothing to be celebrated, except being here.

Sorry for not posting, Ma'am, my dog ate my wifi router. No guarantee the library wifi will be any better. Prompts are available at:

Lots, I suppose.

We'll start with the internets. I don't have a set name across platforms, and in fact they all differ drastically. Dunno why. Probably something to do with seeking a different association on each one. Switching between masks shouldn't be alien to anybody, and I sadly am pretty comfortable with it.¹

Irl, I have four names. Growing up, it was a rarity, and most people asked why it was so. I didn't have an answer for them then, and the one I have now is pretty dissatisfying. My parents decided on a whim to use both of their last names when I was born. Why didn't they do it for any of my siblings? Who knows.

I disliked using my full name until recently. I felt it was too frail, too soft. Hispanic names already tend to sound very dramatic and alluring, but using both last names felt like a gaudy tack-on.

Slowly, I've grown to appreciate both of them. I quite like the people that they come from, after all. And writing/typing two last names is strangely satisfying.

I posted it and you can't complain, no I refuse to believe that it is the next day, and your evidence will not hold up in the court of law. Prompts at:

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1. As for what this one means: Tertulia is a gathering of people in Spanish, and waltzes can be as simple or as complicated as you want them to be, making them perfect for an uncoordinated klutz like me to dance to. They're also comfy. The handle should be self-explanatory.