guloborealis  asked:

tell me about Irish wolfhounds (please)

A terrible wolf prowled the countryside, decimating herds of deer and sheep alike. The great beast ate more than its fill, and turned at last to human quarry.

A sad hound, full of anger and desire for vengeance, came into the forest and howled till the horned god of the hunt came to him.

“Faithful servant,” said the god. “What do you ask of the wild hunter?”

“The teeth of a bear, the hide of a boar, and the swiftness of a great stag.”

“This is a powerful blessing, hound. What have you to offer as payment?”

“My heart and my soul, lord. My loyalty and tenacity, everything a dog can give, in its deepest measures.”

The loyalty of a good hound of course is priceless, and the god agreed and the bargain struck. The hound was given a steel trap for his fangs, a thick bristled hide, and the speed of a great elk as it leaps over the moors.

Such gifts were more than enough to slay any wolf, and the hound beat the beast and it’s kind back. The hound holds his end of the bargain well, and when the hunt is over and the quarry growing cold, he turns to a pious and gentle attitude and goes about his business in a monk like state of quiet and worship.

Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.
You claim to love her, inside and out, but the only time you call her beautiful is when it’s 3 in the morning and I’ve already turned you down.
—  girls tell each other everything, c.j.n.

The similarities between The Disney Renaissance and The Disney Revival (including the low years before both of them)

Yes, I know the chronological order was changed a teensy bit…