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HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAY, MY DUDE!! o/

so uh, I did a silly little thing kinda inspired by some of our conversations about GBAU Soriel, lol~ I hope you like it and have a super awesome day!! ^w^

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As Toriel opened the door, she could not help but smile at the familiar sound of soft snoring that greeted her. Usually, Sans took up less than half the space on her sofa, but his current, partially changed form was a little more bulky, sprawled out over the cushions with his pointed skull resting on one end and his tail draped over the opposite arm. Toriel’s desire not to disturb him briefly battled with the more powerful urge to snuggle up and rest herself, but the latter won out and she crept as quietly as she could across to the sofa, attempting to manoeuvre herself into what little space Sans had left for her without jostling him. 

“Sans,” she whispered as her thigh bumped against the tip of his snout, not wishing to startle his heightened senses in this form when he stirred, “it is okay, it is just me.”

“Hmm?” he mumbled, voice deeper and rougher than usual as he blinked sleepily up at her with hazy eye lights. “Oh, hey – sorry, lemme just…”

“No, please, do not get up,” Toriel instructed before he could move – she knew well how exhausted he was after a change, and Sans seemed happy to comply, relaxing against her as she slid a hand under his elongated jaw and lifted it gently to rest on her lap, rearranging them into a more comfortable position. “I hope you do not mind if I join you for a little while.”

“Mm – no, ‘course not, Torrrrrrrriiii –“ The sound Sans made when she stroked her paw soothingly over his skull, scratching lightly behind the pointed crests, was like no other she had heard before: a low, satisfied hum that she felt rattle right through his bones, the reaction as instantaneous as it was unexpected.

“Oh my, what was that?” Toriel could not help but exclaim, equally surprised, amused and delighted – it was all she could do not to squeal as she felt her muzzle curling up into a wide grin. “Sans, did you just…purr?”

“Uhhh.” This new development seemed to have startled him a little more awake, sockets shifting up to meet her gaze as a tell-tale hint of blue bloomed across his cheekbones and he let out an awkward chuckle. “No? C’mon, Tori, I know the new model takes a little getting used to but I’m not actually a cat.”

“Oh, of course not, dear,” Toriel replied, her smile turning just a shade more devious as she trailed her claws over the back of his skull and between the ridges until she hit upon what was evidently a sweet spot, which drew increasingly louder purrs as well as a few little kicks of Sans’ left leg as he arched up instinctively into her hand. “You are far more adorable than any feline could ever hope to be.”

She gave him no opportunity to protest, continuing her caresses as she felt him melting under her touch into a happy puddle, sockets flickering closed once again in bliss. Eventually, his purrs quieted to a steady, softer but no less contented hum, pleasantly soothing vibrations that seemed to reverberate through to Toriel’s own soul, warming her to her core. There had been a time, not so long ago, when Sans could barely stand to be around her at all until the transformation had completely worn off and he was, as he put it “normal” again. It pained her that he felt he had to hide himself away, as if it made any difference to Toriel what he looked like. Though there was still much they both had yet to understand about how and why he changed, she loved the monster underneath, the soul that shone through whether Sans was a short, stout skeleton, an enormous, formidable beast, or anything in between – nothing would change that. While she knew it may take a little longer for him to accept himself, it still meant the world that he was letting her get close again, that he trusted her with this.

  “Sorry ‘bout this, by the way,” Sans mumbled, almost as if he could sense her thoughts. “Guess it’s taking a little longer this time, but I’ll be back to normal soon.”

“Sans,” she answered, gently but firmly enough that he raised his head from her lap, sockets opening to meet her eyes, “do not apologise. You should never be ashamed of what you are – and not only because what you are is adorable,” she could not resist adding with a playful wink. “I would not care if you stayed like this forever, or any other size or shape for that matter. All that matters to me is that you are happy – and that we are together.”

Sans did not respond for a moment, but the love and gratitude that flickered across his features was unmistakable in any form, sockets creasing at the corners as his jaw seemed to widen even further, flashing his sharp teeth in a grin that eliminated all doubts – not that she had ever had any – that he was still Sans, her Sans. “Thanks, Tori. Y’know, I’m pretty sure I could be happy staying like this forever.”

And, as he snuggled back into her lap with another happy rumble as she petted him once more before feeling her own eyes start to grow heavy, Toriel was quite certain that she could be happy like this, too. 

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The Story So Far..

xericstudios:

xericstudios:

So I thought id should do a proper post so people know what’s going on..

A few years ago I was diagnosed with severe depression and Anxiety, then later Schizophrenia. A few months later, everything got too much for me and I tried to end my own life. I was taken away and put into a mental health institute while I recovered and got the help I needed.

When I left the hospital, my parents pretty much disowned me and threw me out on the street. From what i’ve came to understand over the past 3 years, they dont believe in Mental Illness and quite frankly I think they’ve made no effort the learn about it.

Since then i’ve jumped from house to house; staying with friends, in hostels and with family who i still speak to.

Last year I finally managed to get my own place and a decent job and life seemed good.. until a few weeks ago. The place I was working isn’t making the money to keep me on, so I lost my job.

Because I lost my job, I lost my flat. In my contract/lease, it stated the landlord wouldn’t take benefits and the occupant was required to have a place of work.

I’ve spent the past few weeks staying with friends again when they can put me up, looking for work constantly, even looking for work at the other end of the country because work is so sparse where I live.

It’s all way too much for me to handle. I have no money, i’m relying on friends on here and friends to keep me going and keep my spirits up.

I went back to my parents for help and they said ‘No chance’, handed me a pile of letters including bills I didnt know I had because the addresses hadnt been changed.

I’m asking for help to keep me going, one last time. After this, i’m just gonna have to fend for myself because this happens way too often.

If you can spare anything to help me out, i’d appreciate it more than you know. Even a dollar/pound/etc would be amazing.

your-soul-ashy@hotmail.co.uk is my paypal

Please share this if you can, even that would be such a big help..

Thank you. ~~Xeric

Update time

Im still in temporary accommodation, still looking for work in and outside of my town but theres next to nothing, what there is Ive applied for but I havent been hearing back from any of them.

My options are all so limited right now and it’s really getting to me. To get the debt collection agency off of my back i had to max out my credit card which quite frankly was the worst idea I could of came up with but i was desperate and not thinking clearly. Now i’m in even more shit.

If anyone knows anything that could help me, please let me know..

Just signal boosting this journal would be amazing itself.

Thank you to everyone whos helped me so far. Love you guys..

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IM LAUGIHNG HARDER THAN EVER RIGHT THIS SECOND

Reblogging this again because Chris just made me realize that sheep are so stupid that I can’t even think like them:

These sheep? They are actually running away from the car.

They are so stupid that they’re following each other in a circle around the thing they are running from.

SHEEPNADO

when your group cohesion is set higher than your flee response distance.

Moshpit

This is actually called a sheep cyclone and it happens because sheep don’t have a hierarchy. In most herds, whichever animal is the leader will sense danger and take off running. The rest of the herd takes it’s cues from the leader and follows. Sheep, on the other hand, don’t have a leader. If the flock runs, they run, and they follow whatever fluffy tail happens to be in front of them. Usually, this works out fine for the sheep. Occasionally, however, the sheep in the front starts following the fluffy tail of the sheep in the back so the whole flock ends up running in circles, going nowhere fast.

sheeps are morons lmao

is this what the doggos are for

@gallusrostromegalus

This is, to my understanding, excactly WHY we have both herding and livestock guardian dogs.  Sheep are… really amazingly dumb most of the time.  

Then, once in a while, you get one sheep that’s Entirely Too Cunning and that’s when all hell breaks loose.

…that sounds like a horror story

I have been informed by those who study domestic animal behaviour that it’s not so much that they’re stupid with the occasional intelligent one, as that their priorities are so different from our priorities – in part because we did things like deliberately breed dominant traits out of them over thousands of years – that you have to change how you think about how they work at all. 

The one, major, overwhelming priority of sheep: Stay With The Herd. This is why you get sheepnados: every single sheep is doing his or her devoted best to stay with the herd. So the sheep runs out of the way … .to the rest of the herd. At which point the other sheep follow it and … .you get sheepnado. 

The sheepnado continues in part because there’s nothing to stop it: the car doesn’t actually present a clear and present threat (none of the sheep have been hurt), and there’s no farmer or dog to take that lead position and give them direction. It’s ore or less succeeding at what it needs to, which is that no sheep are being run down by the car, but, THE HERD IS STAYING TOGETHER. 

If you want to see how smart a sheep gets, take it away from the herd. 

(And if you think about this, it makes perfect sense: “stay with the herd” has HUGE SELECTION PRESSURE on it for domestic sheep. Domestic sheep who stray, die without reproducing. Domestic sheep that get stroppy with the farmer or interfere with the leadership of farmer and his dogs … die, usually without reproducing. Domestic sheep that Stay With The Herd? Usually live and reproduce. The herd becomes ALL IMPORTANT. It’s not that they don’t know they’re running in circles, it’s that running in circles achieves The Goal.

It’s not that sheep have no survival instincts: it’s that we as a species have actually redirected their survival instincts in one overwhelming direction, and evolution is a messy kludge.) 

And then if you want to give yourself a head-trip, combine this with those Humans Are Weird SF posts and start wondering what kind of behaviours WE have that could look, to an alien with a very different priority set, as stupid as sheepnado.  

I mean really, AS A SPECIES: full-contact team sports. 

We expend lifetimes of effort and time and energy to risk catastrophic life-and-quality-of-life-threatening injury (concussion, broken neck, broken collar bone, broken face … ), in order to chase a ball around the field. Never mind the sheer level of engineering, money and resources necessary to make a hockey rink. 

And the spectators are even worse. People spend huge amounts of resources going to strange places in order to sit in the stands and watch people do the above. 

I don’t really think we have that much ground to mock sheepnado. 

Actual sheep expert here! (Like, my doctoral thesis contains three years of sheep behavioural experiments)

I think the mistake everyone is making here is assuming these sheep are scared. Note the guy by the wall. If they were scared of humans or cars that’d be sufficient to not only break the tornado but also have them running for the hills. The problem is basically they are not scared enough.

Let me explain!

So you know your personal space bubble, right? You are likely to feel very threatened when that stranger at the party moves in too close and take a step back to keep him at bay. Also, no one likes sitting right next to someone at a cinema or on the train unless the other seats are taken, right? So sheep have that, but it applies to non-sheep that are pinged as possible predators. Cows have it too. Makes sense, right? Anyone who gets in too close who you don’t know is likely to be a predator, regardless of your species.

This personal space bubble might be, oh, say, ½ a kilometre in size if they live in the middle of the outback with 2000 of their buddies and see a human once a season for medication, but are otherwise left to their own devices. Most of the time though it’s far smaller, and there isn’t really one for members of their flock, although if there’s no threats around they’ll spread out to graze across an entire paddock, staying close to their bffs.

(Tangent: the CSIRO found out in the 70s or 80s, by use of some guy, binoculars and countless manhours, that yes, sheep tend to hang out with the same sheep again and again when people aren’t running around scaring them. They may look alike to you or I but they recognise each others faces, just like we do!)

ANYWAY. Say you’re a person coming in to herd them. They’ll ignore you until you get close to the boundaries of that personal space bubble then the ones nearest to you will start looking at you nervously in a, “Gosh, that guy better not be moving towards me. Sandra, do you think he’s coming towards us?” kind of way, and will be trying to decide whether to go or stay – just like one might when the creeper comes into the party and starts walking towards you.

Now, the leader sheep, that they all follow? She’s not the smartest or most independent one, she’s the one with the smallest personal space bubble and the distance you’ve walked to get the others nervous is close enough to get her unhappy. She’ll run in the direction opposite to you. In which case her supportive buddies flocking instincts kick in and they go, “Oh shit, Sandra thinks it’s a threat. Cluster up, girls!” and all zoom off together, away from the threat. Sandra has no idea where she’s going, she’s scared, but if another predator turns out to be in the direction they’re running the flock will split and run on either side of them to merge again, rather crowd at the train station around a pylon kind of way.

(Tangent: In low stress stock handling, the welfare gold star modern method of livestock handling, we take advantage of this by teaching sheep their boundaries will be respected. We move to the edges of their their flight zone – that is, personal space bubble – and let them move away, letting them learn that we will not push too much or hurt them. If they gently keep pace we’ll steer them towards the yard with food while respecting their wishes to not be near us. They don’t get scared, and no one – us or them – accidentally gets hurt by a panicked stamped)

Returning to the above photo! The problems start if they are so used to you the flight zone is tiny. You’re an adopted member of the flock, they actually are cool with you being at arms distance. You can’t cuddle them, you’re not an actual sheep, but you have to really get close, go, “OI! MOVE IT LADIES!” and wave your arms around to get them moving, because they know you’re not a threat. Same applies to cars actually. And they can tell motors apart by sound. The ute is kinda boring, but the tractor or gator? Holy shit, food delivery time!

And that is how we’ve ended up with sheepnados around the gator, which we were using because it was a four wheel drive and the ute would get bogged, but I had experiments to do. And they decided this meant food and bailed me up until I fed them. I didn’t even have more than a bucket on me. I had to run ahead, sprinkling it like bird seed to get them to move, so we wouldn’t accidentally kill them. Annnnnnd I’ll bet you anything that the sheep in the picture were used to being fed by exactly the same kind of ute, if not by the same one, and the poor driver is trying to inch forward to get to town but the sheep are just FRIEND? FOOD FRIEND? HI FRIEND. FOOD NOW? NOW?

Supporting visual evidence? Look at how there’s no running away from the car, when ute herding, complete with horn beeping is actually a very common way to herd flocks. Look at how the ute is miserably inching forward, giving them a clear direction to run, but they are so not scared that at the moment flocking instinct has kicked in but not enough panic to actually direct it. I Imagine the driver is honking like crazy, to no avail. Look at the random terrifying predator human by the wall, who is sensibly turning his back to the sheep, because if the predator has his back turned you can run behind him! But no sheep is utilising the supplied alternate route. Yeah, these guys aren’t scared, this is an armed robbery of an empty pizza delivery truck.

ALSO! Posters higher up in the thread, please stop saying sheep are stupid? They’re not! Just panicky and scared of us! I’ve taught sheep to solve mazes and remember the route days later. You can teach them stuff in a day that takes a month to teach monkeys! If you’ve ever frozen up in an exam or while public speaking, surely you’d know how hard it is to be smart when you’re frightened? The first step to intelligence testing a sheep is to either automate everything – or do what I did and more or less raise them from birth so they bail you up for cuddles when they see you, and follow you as leader sheep. Downside? They will learn to open multiple kinds of gates just to follow you, and any sheep you take with you to put in the maze, half a kilometre down the road because GUYS YOU FORGOT US!!! 😀 😀 😀 (“Sheep, no, stop! I left you there to get shorn! It’s SUMMER, you’re HOT, please stay here for your haircut! You’ve finished the maze, you know the route too well! I can’t give you reward treats when we’ve established that you’ve memorised it, that’s cheating!”) Or, you know, become impossible to herd and mill around you, and your car, because they want to hang out and have no sense of urgency.

THERE YOU GO EVERYONE. SHEEP: EXPLAINED . XDXD