p hound

ask-the-shy-gentleman  asked:

Forest areas were probably Wilson's most hated places on the island; first of all, they were filled with danger like spiders, treeguards, and if he was unlucky, hound mounds. Sure, other areas were filled with hostile creatures too, some even more abundantly than forests, but those areas were big, open, and wide! If something started hunting him, he could see what it was, he could escape it! But unfortunately, Wilson needed at least two living logs to make a mushroom planter, so here he was...

Hound Wilson was returning from hunting no-eyed-deer at the other end of the forest, dragging it through the snow behind him, when he caught a new scent. Smelled human. So far he’d had relatively positive reactions so it didn’t even occur to him that he might want to drop the deer off first.

By pure coincidence he ended up approaching from behind. “Hello?”

quit-blowing-each-other-up  asked:

Hiya, I'm currently spending time in Europe and have noticed a few dogs with exactly the same colour and pattern as a Bernese mountain dog but these are shorter haired and around the size of a Labrador. You wouldn't happen to know the name of the breed? I WANT ONE :P

The other mountain hounds are Greater Swiss, Entlebucher, and Apenzeller Mountain Dogs. Perhaps one of those?

Scariest. Meltdown. Ever.

Had a massive meltdown literally while waking up because of a trash truck with gnarly brakes that sounded like the deepest pits of hell emerging through the storm drains.

I was in that ‘in between’ state where I’ve just emerged from dreaming. I hear sounds in an echo-distorted fashion (and can understand what is being said if someone is speaking clearly), I can see light hitting my eyelids if any is present and am aware of it if I move or make noises with my voice, but I’m not yet able to control anything. It’s a state that lasts anywhere from a few seconds to minute. I can go right back to sleep from this state if I want and I usually do if I sense it’s still dark.

It’s NOT sleep paralysis. I’ve had that and my body feels like it’s vibrating or moving forward in space at light speed, I’ll hear whooshing and my eyes will be open and seeing things in my room like I’m right up close to them. This “almost-awake” phase has none of that.

The thing with this “almost-awake” state is sounds are very distorted, loud and unreal. It’s very similar to how my hearing gets jacked up to the “are you bonkers?!” setting I get if I have a fever. Typical ambient outdoor noise like cars starting, doors closing, dogs being walked, jogger footsteps running along the sidewalk and people talking don’t bother me. My brain goes “eh, that’s normal. Zzzzzz…” and back to sleep I go. Or, if I want to get up, I concentrate on moving my body until it’s in my control. The number 1 reason I tend to wake up earlier than usual is because I have to pee real bad. (Annoying on cold mornings when my bed is comfy warm. :P)

Cue the hell hound of a trash truck. Imagine the loudest noise you ever heard in your life. Amplify it by a million. 

I thought every atom ever created was screeching right against my eardrum. The pain hit my whole body all at once and I’m shocked that I didn’t go into heart failure from the adrenaline rush. I thought I was going to die because the meltdown started while I was in the “almost-awake” state. 

I heard myself scream and turn over. I came to fully awake biting my pillow as the hell hound of a trash truck moved on to the next house. It seemed like forever before I could draw a full deep breath of air– I was panting shallowly, covered in sweat and could. not. stop. screaming. 

Mom had left to do laundry; she would’ve exploded into my room ready to fight because the way I screamed sounded like I was being attacked.

My dad can’t move fast because of his Parkinson’s. He got to my room as I was coming out of the meltdown and shoved my door open. I heard him stumble and kind of fall against my bed to grab my feet and he said my name over and over. He thought I was having a nightmare. I can’t blame him for that, the way I acted looked like somebody having a really scary nightmare.

I practically jumped into his arms once I was able to stop biting my pillow. He hugged me and I cried all over his shoulder. He didn’t belittle me or anything. I told him it was a bad dream because trying to explain what really happened would go over his head…and his reflexes aren’t fast enough to catch it. (Drax joke, had to make one.) 

I really wanted to be left alone after I stopped crying, so I said I was okay and thanked dad for helping me wake up even though I’d been awake when he came in.

Now here I am typing what happened. I finally quit shaking. I think I’m hitting the post-adrenaline crash because my energy level just plummeted.

Scariest. Meltdown. Ever. 

[Animated gif from Doctor Who. It’s the 10th Doctor climbing through a window and falling downward out of frame. The word “nope” is in the upper left-hand corner; the text looks like cutouts inside white blocks.]


I  want to thank all of you so much! Im sorry if its seems like ive been avoiding answering these but I was in class all day and when i came out and checked my phone I saw all the sweet messages you guys left! Thank you all so much. (Also i wanted to draw something which took longer because my computer is being evil today)

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