#ñoños

[mikichko]

141 x latina reader recs? 👉🏼👈🏼

Hi cariñoooo!!!

First of all, very excited to see another (hopefully?) latine in the cod fandom! It makes me so happy to see y'all here :) It's like finding shiny pokemon

Second, I must apologize in advance because my god is the 141 x latina tag BARE !!! There's such a huge gap and hopefully, we'll see it close in the future.

Regardless! Here are some of the few recs I adore:

🍃 Everything that comes out Xavi's (@buttdumplin) magical fingers! He has such an amazing way of capturing the latine cultural experience in his works! It genuinely makes me feel like I'm there with the boys because of how he writes scenes and locations that are familiar to all of us. Some of my faves however are:

In Dub In Dub is Xavi's first piece and I all but squealed and giggled my way through this fic. Full of the boys talking Spanish, the amazing poly dynamic, and just generally good vibes. I reread this piece constantly.

Sharing Cultural Food - Kyle Focus This one is one of his most recent pieces and it just makes me feel soo many things!!! When I tell you that I've been in this exact same scenario and literally saw myself in this piece? Yeah, it was marvelous.

Meeting the Family - John Price This is not a poly piece BUT I do in fact adore it. Again, I have lived through similar scenarios of introducing friends or coworkers to family and I just, Xavi does a phenomenal job capturing it.

Now, cariño, I know you said you wanted poly recs but let me just throw you a few other pieces that I feel are tailored towards latine/hispanic readers.

🍃 Retirement Party by @sentientcave (Price x Reader)

OKAY! I know this is a controversial take, Charlie might even disagree, but to me Charlie's Dalisay reads very latina/hispanic! It might just be me projecting honestly but the touch of her Nona speaking spanish and highlighting how John spoke accented spanish too??? Yeah idk that scratched my brain just right Dark fic so mind the tags

🍃 All Works by @pricesugarwife (All in Spanish) (Multiple x Reader)

Griss's writing style is amazing! Even me, someone who probably has an eight grade reading level in Spanish, can read her work and appreciate how well written and paced it is. Naturally because it's all in Spanish and Griss is Latina herself, all of her work reads as latina reader to me! Definitely check out her work! Some of my faves are: Fearless - Johnny x Reader Derritiendo los glaciares de su corazón - Simon Riley x Reader

🍃 Gunslinger by @the-californicationist (Price x Reader)

Recommended by @/madstronaut this is a lengthy and completed piece!! I haven't completed this yet but I can tell you based on the first chapter that this is another amazing work provided to us by Cali's amazing mind. I will be putting aside all my Sunday plans to read through this whole thing.

Hope you enjoy these pieces mi amor! If I spot anything else I'll update this list!

[kaybl]

Brurv I wanna get better at coloring and drawing I'm so angry I'm gonna scream internally because I don't wanna bother my parents : ] me enoje re feo yo quiero dibujar bonito aaa

I have drawings wuewuewue

[victimized-martyr]

i got nostalgic for El Chavo tonight and i’m still on my sp kick so. have this post where i’m the target audience~

[luliqwq]

A screenredraw of El Chavo Animado 'cause I love this series waa

[complejodealcion]

[chikinan]

im afraid to report that im having fun watching stardust crusaders

[smileflowcr]

Hyuk ¿Cuántas veces al día piensas en comerte a yeol?(?)

"Si digo lo que pienso probablemente me tachen de pervertido." ríe nerviosamente jugando con los bordes de su camisa.. "Pero... siempre tengo ganas de él, todo el día, todos los días. Cuando me gradué y tenga un buen trabajo le pediré que viva conmigo."

[hungrycrazy]

[Translation]

Veg: Luzu, where are you?

V: wanna come to the castle?

V: you got an ink sac?

Luzu: this is Luzu's answering machine, the mayor is not awake yet, leave a message after the XD..... XD

@donquacks y @/alien-girl-21 you guys are right

V: eat my balls (really bad translation to a suck My Dick type of insult)

[marcussour]

[frankloko]

María Antonieta Gómez Rodríguez (Tepic, 22 de dezembro de 1950) mais conhecida como María Antonieta de las Nieves, é uma atriz, cantora,dubladora e escritora mexicana, célebre mundialmente por ter interpretado a personagem La Chilindrina (Chiquinha, no Brasil) no seriado mexicano El Chavo del Ocho (Chaves, no Brasil). Em 2021, entrou para o Guinness World Records por ser a atriz que por mais tempo representou uma mesma personagem infantil. Biografia e carreira Maria começou a atuar ainda criança. Aos 11 anos, realizou o seu primeiro trabalho na novela La Leona, na qual era a protagonista. Em 1963 recebeu o prêmio de atriz infantil. Dois anos depois, recebeu novamente o mesmo prêmio. Em 1968 integrou o elenco da série Chespirito, onde permaneceu até outubro de 1973, quando se afastou das gravações devido à sua gravidez. María se casou em 9 de julho de 1971 com o locutor e produtor de televisão Gabriel Fernández, com quem teve um filho: Gabriel, nascido em 30 de setembro de 1973. Maria e Gabriel foram casados por 48 anos, até a morte dele em 2019. Em 1974, foi contratada pela TV Azteca para apresentar o programa Pampa Pipiltzin junto com Julio Lucena, que era exibido de segunda a sexta. Foto: internet info: Wikipedia Colorização: @coresdopassado1 • • • • • #chaves #chavodel8 #chavodelocho #turmadochaves #Chilindrina, #ElChavoDelOcho #RobertoGomezBolanos #ChavoYChilindrina #VecindarioDelChavo #DonRamon #DonRamónYLaChilindrina #Quico #DoñaFlorinda #SeñorBarriga #Ñoño #LaVecindad #ChilindrinaForever #ChilindrinaFans #ChilindrinaSquad #ChilindrinaMemories #ChilindrinaFridays #ChilindrinaCosplay #chavesesuaturma #chavodel8fans #colorização #colorizaçãodigital (em Manaus - Amazons - Brazil) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cqlq8b-vKGn/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[mikichko]

I’m so excited to get more of teacher reader, only slightly because I just *know* Ghoap is gonna unlock a major breeding kink with her and they’ll be fighting to see who knocks her up first(they make it seem like a joke to the reader but both are looking up ways to increase sperm count or old tales on fertility because they love each other but they want to /win/). They want Zach to be a big brother *soon*

Pookie I'm about to start calling you BT because you and I HAVE to be Bluetooth connected or something!!! You're literally in my brain seeing the direction I'm taking the story! At least once I figure the timeline out :')

But breeding, a reader who’s been single for a while, general trust, and intimacy in the relationship as it delves deeper into it are all things as the relationship progresses! Golly we haven’t even gotten to the courting part but fuck it we ball

more concise talking under the cut! also a LOT of filth

cw: depictions of sexual acts, afab!reader, reader has a vagina+clit (am i tagging this right, pls let me know!)

I think that both Johnny and Simon have breeding kinks but it’s not present at all with their previous partners. It honestly stays dormant for quite a while. Even before they were together, when they were bedding different partners the two of them strike me as people who keep everything as safe and as clean as possible. Condoms, contraceptives, Plan B’s if necessary. Like sure, the idea of sliding into someone, to feel their warm walls around you is as enticing to them as it is to anyone. They’re just better at having self-control. It’s been beaten into them.

With Simon in particular, there’s a special kind of trust you have to have to feel him. We know how he is with his identity and his mask, it’d be even more intense in sexual settings. Especially considering the trauma that he’s been through, I think he’d be a bit more sensitive in this sense. It’s something similar with Johnny, he has to have a level of trust, and doctor's approval, to properly allow himself to enjoy the moment. That and the fact that Johnny is an absolute romantic in this AU so that plays a big part. Honestly, he was the one that started courting Simon so like, that man is a romantic hands down. Romance trumps the whore behavior, at least in this AU.

It’s not really until they get together that they realize what a delicious feeling they’ve been depriving themselves of. It’s been years since Johnny’s had a serious partner and Simon doesn’t strike me as the type who did a lot of long-term dating. At least not long enough to build the trust that he needs to expose himself like that. But his first time with Johnny? Simon nearly cums right when he presses his head into Johnny. It’s such a good fucking feeling to feel Johnny around him that he loses his mind for a bit and turns Johnny into a puddle beneath him. Makes a mess of him on his bed. It’s like a damn breaks after that first time, they just can’t keep their hands off each other. It’s a good thing it happens on leave otherwise Price and Gaz would’ve been fucking annoyed with their shenanigans. 

But yeah, this is like the first step of them discovering that kink. That and the feeling that they get when they cum in each other? Unparalleled. For Simon it’s knowing that his seed is coating Johnny’s walls, marking him in a way nobody else will. There’s no need for hickeys, bites, or anything else, (though he enjoys leaving them regardless) when Johnny’s cum is coating his fingers and Simon’s is dripping out of him.

For Johnny, it has more to do with the trust and vulnerability that Simon is granting him by allowing him to do this. Of course, everyone is turned on by the fact that they can turn this behemoth of a man into putty below their fingers but it’s the fact Simon bears this vulnerable side to him that really does it. I told you, this man is real romantic. Simon trusting him, not only to have the “control” when they switch (they are switches in this au sorry) but also to let him cum in him?? Yeah, nothing gets Johnny going like that. Not as important but I really do think that when Johnny’s on top he loves missionary just so he can cage Simon’s head between his forearms and rest his forehead on Simon’s. Loves that shit.

Which leads me to another thing: parenthood and this new relationship unearths so many new turn-ons that they never expected. It’s one thing to walk into the kitchen and see Simon’s wide back as he stirs something on the stove for breakfast. It’s another thing entirely to see his scarred back as he holds the world’s sleepiest boy on his hip, rubbing his back soothingly until he falls back to sleep. It just stirs something deep within Johnny, awakens the primitive part of his brain that screams at him to spread his seed.

Similarly, Simon’s always been attracted to Johnny’s headstrong nature. Adore’s the way this man is loyal to those who are loyal to him and will defend them with his life, something he did for Simon many times in the field. But it’s just a little different when he sees Johnny riled up and defending their son. The way his stomach clenches at the sight of Johnny’s red cheeks as obscenities fly out of his mouth at anyone trying to wrong their boy. Simon’s own cheeks run hot, just a bit, embarrassed at the fact that this is what causes his blood to flow southward. That that’s enough to thank Johnny for later as he rolls his hips into him, one hand tugging at his leaking cock while he tells him how good he was for defending their son.

And then, of course, you come in. There’s no denying that they’re keen on you from the get-go. How can they not be when this absolutely sweet, pretty thing introduces herself so wonderfully to their son? Lowering yourself to his level, shaking his hand, and letting him know how happy you are to have him in your class. Simon’s tongue runs across his teeth, trying to seek out what’s causing his mouth to water. Johnny’s eyes light up with excitement, brazenly looking you over as you stand back up.

That first interaction, the disciplinary meeting, your talks of reassurance with Zach, the treats you send him home with, how you defend him, how you care for him, the way Zach talks about you? 

It all just culminates until they’re both hot with want. Taking it out on each other because they’re not even sure if you’d ever consider them. It’s a period where they’re so hungry for you they’re seeking each other out right after drop-offs and pick-ups. Warm hands, wet mouths, deep thrusts, whatever they can do to fuck the want out of them. It doesn’t get any better when one of them accidentally moans your name and it makes the other groan and set a bruising pace.

You are literally driving them insane and you don’t even know it.

It makes it so much worse because you don’t understand how every time your lips stretch into a sweet smile Johnny’s thinking of what your lips would look like stretched around him. Or how patting Simon’s bicep makes him wonder if it’ll sting when your fingers claw at his back. If you’ll mark him as badly as he wants to mark you. How the shake of your shoulders when you laugh has them both wondering if your body will tremble a different way when you’re between them. Wonder if you’ll taste as delicious as you smell to them.

It’s an incredibly vicious want that they’ve never experienced with anyone but each other. That’s how they decide they have to have you. 

When they finally do have you, splayed on their bed, pupils blown out with want, chest heaving in anticipation for what’s to come, it’s like they’ve been transported in time. They ravage you just like they did each other all those years ago. Calloused hands that work your body gently.  Your body responds so deliciously to their fingers as your nerves remember what it’s like to be touched by wanting hands after so many years. To have someone kiss and tongue at you, eyes closed in worship. To have another whisper into your ear what a pleasure it is to have someone as heavenly as you spread out for them. How rewarding it is to have you after all this time.

It doesn’t help the hunger when you mention that it’s been a while since anyone bedded you. That a move to this country cut you off from most that you knew, too busy with work, and too anxious to even bother seeking a partner. Johnny groans into your cunt as you stutter out apologies for possible inexperience. He loses himself in the taste and feel of you as he relishes the fact that he’s one of the few lucky bastards on this earth to get a taste of something so fucking delicious. Loses himself so much that he doesn’t even register the feeling of your thighs constricting around his ears, your fingers digging into Simon’s thick thighs as Johnny pulls out an orgasm out of you.

Your head’s so fuzzy after that first orgasm that a little strand of drool dribbles out of your mouth that Simon wipes away with his thumb. When the synapses in your brain finally reconnect you mumble out a comment about how that was the first time a man’s ever made you cum that hard. Johnny grins at you, eyes flicking over to Simon as he grinds himself into the mattress. Simon groans, gripping at your open thighs, “Tryin’ to rile up a competition between us love?” 

God knows you would never, you’re not even sure you’d be able to survive considering how long it takes you to regain some sort of composure after how Johnny left you. But it doesn’t matter, the spark is there. It’s like kindling catching fire. Tiny little flames consume them, which you accidentally flame sometime later, when you mention that the summer holiday is bittersweet because your kids always leave. “Always reminds me they’re not really mine know?” You sigh wistfully, twirling the cup of lemonade around, ice clinking against the glass, “Makes me wish I had one of my own.” That’s all it takes for the flames to consume them, bodies hot with want.

Johnny, the dog he is, has been waiting for the fucking day he can sink into you without obstructions. They haven’t discussed who would get you raw first. But Johnny’s an insatiable man, so he cheats. Waits for the one day of the week that Simon and Zach are at footie practice. Finds you in the laundry room, kisses your cheek, and tells you what a good mom you are to their boy. You’re so good with all of the kids. You’d be so good with one from the very beginning, right? Another Riley-Mactavish baby for you to love wholeheartedly. Another one that you wouldn’t have to let go of at the end of the school year, wouldn’t that be so nice love?

This is how he gets you sprawled out in your bed. Has you arching off the bed with his tongue, needs to make sure you’re ready to take him. To take what he’s going to give you. It’s not long after that that he has your legs wrapped around him, a pillow under you so he maximizes the angle he drills into you. knows he did well with the way you wail with every thrust, hands scrambling from his overgrown hair to his back. Pulling and scratching without reason as each thrust of his sends waves of pleasure through your body. 

He rests his forehead against yours, panting with you, “I know peach, I know. Gonna give ye a bairn.” Snarls as you clench around him, nails digging into his skin, “Aye, however many you want peach. Fill this pretty cunt up however many times she wants.” 

He grips your hips to pull them closer to him deepening the angle. Needs to make sure that every single drop has the best chance of success possible. He can feel you clench around him, sneaks a hand between you to rub at your clit. Swirling around it, your own desire lubricating his fingers. He feels you clench around him, watches how your eyes roll back just a fraction as your thighs instinctually tighten around him. His hips don’t stop, fucking you through it until your walls milk him for all he’s worth. Flooding you with his seed, pushing it further into you with every thrust. Overtaken by the primal urge to get all of him into you.

Simon’s not happy of course, he’d been dreaming about how you’d feel around him. How you’d tremble when you finally felt the hot drag of his skin inside of you. But Johnny just had to go and play dirty. It’s okay. Simon can play dirty too. His schedule’s a bit more flexible than Johnny’s which gives him the perfect opportunity to have you twice as much as Johnny would. To have you ride him. He knows that you’ll make plenty of messes for him when he’s touching that sweet spongy spot in this position. Loves the way you lose yourself in the feeling of him driving into you. Hands helping you maneuver your hips down onto him as he thrusts up, drawing tears from your eyes at how good it feels. He can’t help the groans that escape him at seeing how disheveled you become. Tears clumping on your lashes, eyes closed from constant pleasure, hands gripping his shoulders to ground yourself to something. He loves it all.

Loves the feeling of your nectar dripping over him, coating him completely until it’s dripping down onto his balls. He can feel the rivets of you dribbling onto him, pushed from you with every thrust of him. He’s filling you so much you can't help but spill onto him. Has you on top of him until you’ve thoroughly made a mess, collapsing onto him. That’s how he knows it’s time to get you on your knees with your hips propped up to him. Lets you flutter around him, walls so sensitive to the drag of his vein as he finally lets himself loose. Rolls his hips into you at a bruising pace, relishing in the vice grip you have on him. Body pliant as your cunt is anything but. Pulls an orgasm from him, wordlessly begging for his spend. One that he gives graciously and bountifully. 

He doesn’t pull out. Just maneuvers you both so that you’re laid comfortably while he’s still inside you. Ten to fifteen minutes, plugging you up to make sure nothing goes to waste. Wants to give his DNA the best fighting chance. It’s a routine. Twice a day, minimum two loads from him. Soap can always tell when Simon’s got him beat with the way you glow and the little hazy look you get in your eyes afterward.

Speaking of Soap, I’ll get to the competition soon enough, but see Johnny cheated and that’s not really fair. The first time should have been together. Wrapped their hands around each other as they shot their cum into your eagerly waiting hole. Using their fingers to push it into you. Might not have been as effective, but it’d have been symbolic that the baby either of them put in you would be theirs. Regardless of anything. 

But no… our little Johnny had to go and get a little, peckish. So Simon does what he does best, uses a firm hand with him. A firm hand that strokes Johnny, forces him to fuck into the artificial heat of his hand. Tries to run from it only to find himself sinking further onto Simon’s length. It’s a treacherous and lovely push-and-pull game. He wants to cum so bad. Wants to spill all over himself. But it’s for you, it’s meant to go in you. Simon won’t let him though. Fucks it all out of Johnny until he’s shooting clear liquid. When he’s finally spent, Simon slides out of him gingerly and then slides the black ring off himself. Presses a kiss to Johnny’s cheek, reminds him he needs to play nice before venturing off to get a towel and water for him. (I could write a thesis on their aftercare) Now, I’m rubbing my hands together like a fly.

This particular reader has very strong convictions, morals, and just generally strong opinions they hold. So it makes sense they’re quite conscious of the information they’re so readily giving out. Especially with their reproductive cycle and the rise of certain laws across the globe. For some time all she did was drop an all-day event on her calendar app with the title just being a period, just so she wasn’t surprised by it. But with the move, the school year starting up, and just trying to make general sense of your life at the moment you completely forget. Not just that but some prescriptions fall through in the move and you’re not keen on getting involved with men in a brand new country so quickly so you’re just kind of raw dogging (ha) life.

Delicious opportunity for our boys to take advantage of.

Boy, do they take advantage of it. There’s not a single room or surface in the house that they don’t christen with you. They are all over you, you’re all over them. This throuple is just healthy and thriving honestly. (I am def gonna get more into the dynamics in the fics but gollyyy i love them)

It makes sense that because you’re all so together they’re able to pinpoint exactly when your period hits. Always have pads, tampons, chocolate, and muscle relaxers stocked. Will have the heating pad for you ready to go. If you were just a smidge more attentive you’d start to realize that like clockwork, five days after your period, you’re getting tossed around by these men a lot more. Like they have it down to a science! When, where how, who everything is all accounted for and it’s the same ritual every single month until ultimately, it takes. Precious little Riley-Mactavish baby(s) to make Zach a big brother :)

[lesbiano-tonta]

Cada día que pasa estoy al borde de la autonomia secesionista (psicopatia autodestructiva) y más lejos de la autonomia relacional (la más logica) o en el peor caso autonomia heterodoxa (hacer caso por instinto de autopreservación de salario)

[estructura-de-papel]

Hoy Decidí caminar por un cerro conmigo mismo

Aunque no elegí el mejor cerro, porque había muchas personas, pero logré encontrar lugares tranquilos y sin personas solamente para pensar... pensé muchas weas... pero también estuve muy en el presente, observando, sintiendo, meditando y respirando.

Aunque esas weas me parecieron en un instante muy interesantes:

El organismo social es inteligente, solo que no podemos comprenderlo a nivel individual, además el tiempo es lo que limita nuestra comprensión a largo plazo de como va evolucionando y cambiando las dinámicas del organismo social, desde cierta perspectiva siempre hay una especie de equilibrio, ciertamente este va pesando más o menos en un lado que el otro de lo que nosotros vamos denominando bien o mal (y que a su vez este igual va cambiando con el tiempo evolucionando, lo que antes encontrabamos que era bueno ahora puede ser malo o lo que antes era malo ahora es bueno), no por nada hemos vivido fuertes momentos de la historia humana que va calando en nuestra psique profundamente, no solo a nivel individual si no que colectivamente también, aunque llevamos tan poco tiempo a escala cósmica con nuestras complejos patrones sociales que no podemos decir que lo sabemos todo sobre el comportamiento humano a grandes escalas, sabemos que existen ciclos, pero estos ciclos a medida que vamos moldeando nuevos niveles de comprensión van teniendo sus propios cambios internos. La exploración humana con todos sus sentidos, tanto físicos, psiquicos y espirituales van aumentando su peso y su prevalencia a medida que más sabemos del mundo, nos damos cuenta de que la vida no distingue entre bien y mal, somos nosotros mismos conscientes de si mismos lo que vamos definiendo en base a lo que le conviene a la especie para sobrevivir y prosperar los que van definiendo el bien y mal, Nosotros solo estamos explorando lo que nos da cabidad la vida misma, las infinitas posibilidades de acciones que podrían llegar a haber a excepción de las que nos autoaniquila por completo. Creo que ese límite lo podemos ver a un nivel colectivo pero no muy claramente a nivel individual, porque nos falta tener al mismo tiempo muchos contextos para comprender del todo lo que realmente y objetivamente sucede a nuestro alrededor. No olvidemos que lo que vemos como individuos no es la realidad objetiva, si no que es la realidad filtrada a través de nuestra lente; experiencias, recuerdos, perspectivas que tenemos del mundo, estas a su vez son filtradas también por la cultura que van moldeando nuestra realidad individual objetiva y nuestra realidad de nuestro propia forma de ver el mundo es decir, a nivel subjetiva de cada ser humano, ambas convergen para crear la realidad que solo el organismo social es capaz de ver, la realida objetiva, lo que es bueno y malo para la especie para que esta prevalezca y se expanda.

Pero todo esto no se sostendría sin la psique social, todos aportamos nuestro grano de arena a esta sociedad que hemos creado en conjunto gracias a las diversas experiencias que hemos tenido con nuestro entorno natural, recordemos que todo es causa y efecto, la sociedad es así por algo que lo percuto en el pasado y que hizo que prevaleciera el organismo social, con el tiempo se va adaptando y cambiando y nosotros somos las neuronas encargadas de que esos cambios se vayan dando.

No tengo ni puta idea porque escribí lo anterior, pero quería llegar a un punto que no sé como voy a conectar aún, solo escribo y ya!.

mi ego es un organo dentro de la neurona de la que soy en este organismo social gigante, cada uno de los componentes de mi personalidad es un organo dentro de mi psique que tienen la capacidad de generar una acción y activar una reacción como un pequeño choque eléctrico dentro de las neuronas de nuestro cerebro. Cuando una persona me cuenta de su vida o habla sobre una idea, opinión, comentario, al disparar sus palabras y su lenguaje corporal, crean un efecto dominó dentro de mí psique que generan ideas u otras palabras que a su vez provocan también algo en la otra persona neurona.

Quizás esa esencia que generamos al crear esta interacción y no solo a nivel psico-social si no que también a nivel espiritual colectivo, es lo que podrían llamar Dios, o Cerebro social, o nosotros mismos siendo Dioses dentro de muchos Dioses que en su conjunto crean una esencia de Dios más grande que nosotros mismos.

Dios nunca ha sido como nos cuentan los textos religioso, pero si creo que existe una esencia, que es la que creamos con nuestras interacciones.

No tengo puta idea de que es Dios ni si existe, pero si creo en esta energía social que proyecta algo muy interesante en cada uno de nosotros, y podemos acudir a ella, mirando hacia dentro. En volá ese es Dios, pero no me gusta llamarlo Dios, es simplemente una reacción muy hermosa que se genera cuando se está en armonía con la sociedad, aunque esté delirando en estos momentos, pero creo que siempre ha sido una loquilla, la sociedad hoy en día quizás esté en un avismo, pero no hay mal que por bien no venga, siempre se van calando patrones de caídas y auge, este ciclo en algún momento cambiará y generará algo nuevo, que no sabemos ni podríamos imaginar como podría ser aún.

Sé que esto va mucho más allá, sé que esto solo es una parte de lo que podría ser la realida objetiva, quizás no esté ni cerca, pero siento que hay que creer en lo que se quiera, mientras te funcione y te haga darle sentido a lo que te rodea, te dará poder, porque en el momento en el que sientes que la vida tiene sentido con cierta ideología o perspectiva de vida, será tu motor impulsor para generar tu shock eléctrico que haga mover muchas nueronas más para generar un efecto dominó que ayudé a la especie a moverse por uno o por otro lado.

Sé que aún hay muchísimo que comprender, sobretodo en las plantas, nos hemos centrado tanto en nosotros mismos como especie, que olvidamos que no somos los únicos complejos de este universo. La naturaleza misma, los seres más antiguos, los hongos y plantas son inclusive más complejos de lo que podríamos imaginar, los últimos intentos de comprender a las plantas nos dimos cuenta de que no sabemos realmente nada de ellas, aún hay muchísimo que explorar y eso en conjunto de lo que sabemos de nosotros mismos es lo que realmente nos va a ayudar a sobrevivir a las adversidades que enfrente la vida misma, porque ya no se habla solo de la vida humana, se habla de la vida en general, somos vida junto a las demás especies y en conjunto debemos prevalecer, nosotros sin las demás especies no somos nada y las otras especies sin nosotros, quizás suene algo humanocentrísta pero... somos la única especie capaz de repartir la vida en otros planetas, al menos a una velocidad mayor y con más inteligencia que la simple panspermia, y que esta vaya tomando nuevas formas y dimensiones, nunca imaginadas por la misma vida.

Venía a escribir algo relacionado con otra cosa, y que lo había percursado esta idea, pero no logro recordar cual era el tema central que me motivó a escribir acá.

Pero me ayudó a aterrizar una perspectiva que la encontré bastante interesante, al menos para mí.

es increíble la cantidad de cosas que ignoramos aún, pero siento que es normal, para el poco tiempo a nivel cósmico que llevamos como especie en esta realidad tan pero que tan extraña.

por cierto aún sigo explorando y aprendiendo. Ahora último aprendí a soltar.

Ahorita ya sentí que solté y se sintió bien, aunque no sé en que etapa de soltar estoy, en qué transición (porque entiendo que esto no es simplemente de un día para otro), nunca había soltado algo como esto, que sentí en algún momento, pero soltar no significa olvidar.

Solo me quedo con hermosos recuerdos, en este caso de aquella hermosa persona que logré divisar en un instante, una flor que no podía arrancar, un ser que no podía poseer, un alma independiente que busca su propio camino, y que me hizo percutar en mís órganos psiquicos y espirituales una cadena de reacciones que me ayudaron a aprender y a crecer.

Vaya locura me hizo sentir esta persona, lo disfruté y lo sigo disfrutando de hecho, aunque fue muy doloroso, pero son de esos dolores que en lugar de doler, sanan.

Solo queda prestar aún más atención al presente y a mi mismo, realmente a quererme y a crecer como ser independiente, conocerme, conectar con mi intuición y mi interior, mi sombra mi espiritualidad, que me ayuden a sentirme bien conmigo mismo.

Doy Gracias por todo esto, sobre todo a tí.

Mi nebulosa.

Destino: Océano Digital

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