#Araw

[tinwe-the-local-assassin]

Adorable little Eldar

Lord Oromë was a busy Vala, and usually, it wasn’t him who was in charge of retrieving the training hunting puppies, but his Maiar.

He was not sure himself, as to why this particular energetic one had opened a special place in his heart for himself to the point he managed his training on his own.

Orome wasn’t one to choose favorites. That was his lord, Manwë, not him. He loved all his apprentices and his hounds equally, but the Great Hound who was still so small had become an exception after all these Millenia.

So that was why he was there, looking for his wayward puppy who definitely wasn’t in the place he had told him to be when he left him almost two weeks ago, or anywhere else in near sight.

Instead, he found a silver-haired Elfling who, as far as Oromë was aware, had no business being there at all.

The child was sleeping, hugging a small bow and quiver full of tiny arrows close to his chest. The sight had him coo out loud despite his annoyance.

Eldar were adorable, but the small ones who had a love for hunting even more so.

What was one so young doing there, so far away from his parents? He looked to be one of the Lindar with that bright hair. So, why was he there, miles away from Alqualondë?

As much as it pained him to disturb his peaceful slumber, he had to know where he was from or where his parents were. He could not stay there alone.

So he knelt down and once he was eye to eye with the child, poked him lightly on his nose. The small face scrunched up a little, but beside that, silver-haired showed no more reactions.

Oromë sighed and sat down. It was going to be a long day.

Based on my work, Hasty in Guilt.

You can read it here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50669464/chapters/127997449

[campersart]

Lumabas na si Haring Araw!

This is moreso the personification of the sun which that ancient Tagalogs worshipped rather than the "sun god" as the sun itself is the figure of worship according to some sources.

[escafeism]

Mahalin mo siya kahit sa mga araw na mahirap siyang intindihin. Lalo sa mga araw na mahirap siya mahalin.

Rewind

[upismediacenter]

LITERARY: Kislap ng Bituin

[nothings--everything]

Everything is within you. The hope, peace, and most importantly, love is within you. Your need to see validation from outside kills the light you have for " ". You'll keep seeking anything and everything once you fail to realize that whatever you need is inside you. You are what you need, no one else.

Dream lucidly.

[singwiththelyrics]

Araw - juan karlos (2022)

[scaramiou22]

Tagalog (And a bit of Kapampangan) mythology headcanons

1. Whenever Bibit is CLOSE to being cured, linga would make another human sick.

2. Dian mansalanta/Makiling hosts sleepovers with Mayari and their kids

3. Araw loves flash banging random people

4. Laho has a one-sided rivalry with Buwan

5. Every time a person says amihan is the god of the wind, pagwaagan (Tagalog god of the winds) looses their wings

6. Many sitans gets confused whenever people say he’s the guardian of the kasanaan. Balakbak and Balantay reassures all of them that it’s nothing and tells them to go back to work

7. Aman Sinaya laughs whenever people call him a women

[dennismakilingborlas]

5th Founding Anniversary of GKK San Juan Ebanghelista & 26th Araw ng Purok 6 Mangga, Cebulano

[kwaderno84]

nawa'y sumainyo ang diwa ng mapagpalang umaga sa panibagong araw...

nawa'y magsilbi ang pagsinag ng araw sa langit bilang pagsibol muli ng panibagong biyaya at pag-asa...

magandang umaga po sa inyo!

[nothings--everything]

People will never understand how easy it is. All of the methods/concepts (ND, AV " ", LOASS, LOATT, Mindfulness, witchcraft, religion, etc.,) will lead you to the same answer,

Go within, trust yourself, and just be.

Every so called method or concept is just a pointer to be used to just be. People should dive deeeeeep into themselves not in tumblr. Experience the infinite silence of everything's nothingness.

But who cares? It doesn’t matter. No one's here.

i think the sudden influx of loa followers to ND/AV/ “ ” because it’s very limiting but more than that i think it’s because ppl are still searching for methods “to get”. Honestly there’s nothing to get, do, try and cry. There’s nothing to manifest, nothing to persist in, there’s no 3D/4D, there’s no affirming, there’s no “doing” when you’re “ ”

Everything is a concept? you drop, drop until you be 0. it’s like shedding layers and layers of yourself until you’re left with nothing, which is everything, aka “ ” . The so called reality/current illusion/3D are also limiting because there’s just this moment, like a dot • (as chichi of infinteko said).

no matter what you read in this side of tumblr, you’ll see no methods, nothing other than “just be” “strip yourself until you’re 0” “there’s only " " ”

[tategaminu]

My version of baby Sol and his future dead waifu

[klien2000]

Aq lng b ung nd mkatapos ng drawing nya pag may kras,,, KC D Q TALGA KAYA,,, ios n 2 😞👍

Ref photo

[gkdeamon]

made a pulang araw poster, god i love this show, filipinos wya

[kradogsrats]

anyway I also spent a bunch of time this morning musing on whether it's significant that Avizandum and Zubeia did not choose regnal names as archdragons the way Sol Regem (and presumably Rex Igneous, Domina Profundis, Luna Tenebris, and Aithne Solaire) did or if it's just that the writers knew they were going to be using every possible Latin word relating to lightning/storm/wind in Callum's Sky spells and didn't want to oversaturate, particularly for a pair of fairly important characters

[upismediacenter]

LITERARY: Unang Awit

Sa gitna ng entablado,

isang mukha ang nababalot ng anino,

at kinakain ng takot at kaba,

iglapang sumilip sa likod ng dilim.

Sa kanya bumaling ang mga ilaw,

pati ang mga mata, sa kanya napatingin.

Ngunit sila’y nagtaka — 

“Hala, sino kaya siya?”

Sa gitna ng entablado, 

isang mukhang hindi kilala ang nagpakita.

Dahan-dahang tinangnan ang mikropono,

habang ang mga daliri’y nanginginig at nanlalamig.

Hindi makapagsalita at nangangapa,

subalit pilit na hinarap, kinalaban ang takot at kaba.

Sa isang bugtong-hininga, ipinikit niya ang kanyang mga mata.

Pagmulat, tinanaw ang kanan, kaliwa, at gitna.

Binalewala ang mga titig na sa kanya nakasibat.

Kinagat ang hamon na pinakainiiwasan,

At ibinuka ang bibig kahit na may hadlang.

Sa unang pagkakataon, narinig ang kanyang tinig.

Unti-unting lumabas sa kanyang mga labing nangangatal,

ang mga salita at tonong matagal nang itinatago — 

Malumanay sa simula, tila ibong umaawit,

at sa bawat saglit na iyong pariringgan, 

mistulang nakalutang ka sa langit.

Sa unang pagkakataon, siya’y pinalakpakan —  

Nakarinig ng hiyawan at papuring hindi inaasahan.

Kanyang dibdib ay dumagundong,

Puso’y pumipintig at lumulundag sa kaligayahan.

Sa paglisan mula sa entablado,

ang kanyang puso ay naging kalmado.

Ang kaba ay napalitan ng tuwa,

boses ay hinayaang lumitaw,

mukha’y hindi na muling itatago.

[missokisst-mahika]

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