#rainaro

[heyrainaro]

Miguel's brainrot is strong, primo hermano.

[heyrainaro]

i don't know

it sounded better in my head i guess, tehee

[heyrainaro]

TL;DR: I'm about to launch a multimedia literary project inspired by the Spider-Verse animated saga (Sony Pictures Animation).

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Where to start? Well, how about this: Spider-Man saved my life.

In May, I suffered a great loss. I had never cried so much or felt so much pain before. I was like in airplane mode, going from home to a job I didn't enjoy and from the office to a home that forced me to be alone with myself. I crossed the streets without looking, didn't draw, didn't laugh, didn't eat... but then a very good friend of mine (God bless you, Juan Sebastián) insisted that I NEED to see Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse, and there I was, after a work Wednesday, waiting in line at Cinecolombia to see the second part of the Miles Morales’ saga.

And just like that, folks, Spider-Man pulled me out from art block, mental block and life block. Your favorite huesera, the crazy cat lady who no longer has cats, the one who has decided to be a full-time comic artist, has been the CEO of the McDonald’s on Miguel O'Hara's back since June 7th, 2023.

ANYWAY. What the hell is this? A fanfic? A fancomic? The weirdest and most embarrassing Shakira x Y/N self-insert ever written?

Yep.

All of that.

Spider-Verse: ATLAS

A bilingual (SPA/ENG) literary experiment soon to be released on Facebook, Instagram, Tumblr, Wattpad, Ao3, and even in the suggestion box of 7-Eleven. Truth is, this makes no sense, but I want it to be read even in the WinRAR license agreement. Oh, and it will have an NSFW version (!), but it will be for people willing to pay for it and to not show it to my mom (sorry, amá).

Well, I'm going to continue living in the universe where I'm Oscar Isaac's trophy wife only in theory and not in practice. Oh, and happy Halloween!

[heyrainaro]

good day to everyone except to those motherfuckers who don't want to pay and/or treat the spiderverse animators as they deserve, that is, like the kings and queens that they are. que coman mondá con todo respeto.

[heyrainaro]

something is haunting my sister

I had a horrible nightmare the day before everything started. I dreamt I was in a large, white car with my siblings, passing along an unpaved and sandy road. My sister was driving, I was in the passenger seat and my little brother was in the backseat. I was talking about something funny, and then, from the corner of my eye, I saw one of those wide-and-long-load trucks ahead. I had to admit that I didn’t pay much attention even to the fact that it was worryingly close. So yeah, we were talking and laughing, everything seemed to be quite normal, until our car crashed into the truck ahead. When I opened my eyes, all I saw was blood. And then I discovered the long, narrow PVC tube that drilled my sister’s neck, almost breaking it in half. I hurried to put pressure to the wound and screamed for help. However, for some reason, as much as I yelled at the top of my lungs, my voice didn’t come out. The driver of the car that was next to ours just stared at me with confusion while I begged him to save me. But no one did. My agonizing sister looked at me as if she was trying to say something, and I started to cry. The awful, high-pitched scream my sister shouted was what woke me up.

That was the first of three weird things that happened to my sister back then. Today marks two years of that. The second one occurred simultaneously with the dream, though, but I didn’t know until the next morning when I told my sister about it. She said that she couldn’t sleep because I was talking very loud. So, after two or three hours of fighting against insomnia, she felt something cold at the back of her neck. She said that it felt like long, pointy fingers that poked her skin with ice-cold nails. She said that whatever was Morse-coding her neck made her jump out of the bed, sweating with fear, and then she tried to wake me up to comfort her, but I was sleeping soundly and didn’t hear her whimpering.

Strike number three happened a week after that. My sister was (and still is) a very beautiful young woman and liked to take a lot of pictures of herself. And that was she was doing that day, with a digital camera. She was home alone, sitting on a sofa-bed that was in a balcony at the second floor of our house, just next to our room. As the sun was setting, and after taking a lot of selfies, she decided to take a very close-up photo of her right eye. At first, she didn’t see anything out of the usual, but then she saw it. She discovered something reflecting on her iris. It was the face of a tall, pale-skinned man, staring back at her. She started to tremble and looked around. She even looked at the street, but there was no one besides her. When I arrived home that evening, she showed me the picture. We couldn’t sleep well that night.

The next day we told our parents about the incident, but when we tried to show them the picture, we couldn’t find it. It was gone. The strangest thing of all was to find all the photos she took that day, except for that one. It was like the eye selfie with the face of the man vanished in thin air.

My sister and me know what we saw, but we couldn’t recover the selfie no matter how hard we tried.

To this day we do not know exactly what happened.

[heyrainaro]

Happy birthday to the talented real life cowboy, mi tercer baby, my favorite bearded daddy, animal lover and living meme... 

Happy birthday, Jeffrey Dean Morgan!

God bless your pure soul, papi. You make me so happy even when I don’t know you personally. 

Thanks for existing <3

[heyrainaro]

Dear Robert,

My name is rainaro, and I’m a Colombian illustrator, writer, and (you need to know this, it’s something that makes me very proud) my heart is officially yours since May 4th of 2012. It’s been almost five years of loving you. And I don’t regret any second of that.

I know it’s far to become a reality the fact that you’ll read this someday, but it doesn’t matter. I just want to thank you for everything you had done and mean to me.

I just want you to know that I love you so, so, so, so damn much. I’m so proud of you. And I want to thank you, so, so, so, so much just for existing.

You know, because of you I’m a better person. You showed me the amazing world of Tumblr with the double-edged passion of fangirlism. You opened a brand new world in front of my eyes: the comic world. Thanks to you, I’m now in love with The Avengers’ comics and, of course, all of the Iron Man comics.

Your smile, sir, is the brightest light of my life. God, I’ve seen a lot of movies, a lot of series, TV programs and interviews only because of you. I’ve discovered a lot of wonderful, fantastic things just because of you. I’m happier than before… because of you. And I especially thank you for that.

Loving you gave me self-security. You taught me the humoristic way to face life adversities. Only because of you, sir, my English improved enormously! You taught me to not give up on my dreams and hopes, even in the middle of the darkest difficulties.

You sir, gave me a lot of happiness. You gave me everything, man, and you’ll probably never know, but I just wanted to say it and to thank you. Thank you, thank you, and thank you. Thank you so much, you adorable, perfect human being.

I love you so much.

Happy birthday, Robert! Thank you for existing. Greetings from Colombia.

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God bless the rusty fingernail of the finger that activated each and every one of the bytes of the ram memory and the dusty blades of the computer's integrated fan that overheated rendering every pixel of Miguel O'Hara, amen, Dios mía benditaaa