#like burger tulpa post

[biracy]

Why does this world love making really nice drinks all like eight dollars. These fancy juice mixes should come for free out of public water fountains. Under socialism this is what will happen

[v-iv-rusty]

love having vivid dreams where I eat something and can taste it bc I always wake up really mad that I don't actually have *insert dream food* irl

[courtiers]

it's literally the perfect day for a hot dog (perfect) but i can't have one? unfair :(

[falloutcoys]

I definitely need to sleeo

[paperandpencilsandskips]

The burger tulpa post made me think in terms of food now, like it completely shifted my brain lol

I think in flavors now, I can like imagine tastes now

Dungeon meshi is so evil for making me crave foods that don't exist

[sophieinwonderland]

The tulpa jokes that circle around Tumblr sometimes (ie the CO2 poisoning post and the Wendy's burger tulpa): Harmless or annoying in your opinion?

Never heard the CO2 one.

Personally, I think tulpamancy is in the "any publicity is good publicity" stage right now, though.

The burger tulpa meme is fun and funny, actually backed by some science, and gets people to Google what a tulpa is. That sounds like a win to me! 😁

[skelkankaos]

i feel like that 4chan burger tulpa post. sitting here on google images trying to vividly imagine the taste and the smell and the texture.

[gravehags]

Girl I'm five seconds from losing my shit I'm hungry as fuck but everything I can think of to eat makes me want to gag. Like reverse burger tulpa post

no omg the worst fucking feeling i’m so sorry 😩

[wokeuplaughing]

trying to avoid smoking from becoming a genuine habit by imagining the act of smoking a cigarette and being left with cigarette aftertaste like the burger tulpa post

[indescriptequilibrium]

burger tulpa is so precious to me cuz as sum1 w/ a lil complex re: (esp carb heavy) food thx to t1d n as sum1 who was mentally ill enough as a kid to actually form a tulpa i KNOW i could create a burger tulpa and consequently develop some kind of an eating disorder but thankfully i dont have the diligent mind of a dysphoric teen anymore n will instead max out my credit card to acquire burger like the respectable prole i am. aaaaaand post

[fauxridium]

re ur tags on the burger tulpa post: it sounds like u could have an eating disorder? srry if thats rude im just concerned </3

Oh I know DJSKG i've had an ed since i was like, 14 and i am well aware of it dw lmao, I manage it as best as i can with the Devil's Lettuce so do not worry fjskg i do appreciate the concern tho ty

[shewhoeatssand]

when i yearn for something like let's say hug from comfort character/actor etc i imagine it really hard in my head so my brain receptors act satisfied even if i know it did not happen am i normal or am i developing a new disorder

btw i do take medication that makes me less of a shrieking monkey

I think that sounds normal, reminds me of the burger tulpa post. really good idea I do this sometimes too

[viovio]

well not to be that person but i think the best way to cope with this is project my problems onto a character and give them therapy

[craostulpa]

Day 2317: Adventure!

So, I have to admit that I might have lied to you. Well, I definitely lied to you. And I can’t really give the story I’m about to tell justice without revealing it, so here we are. I actually have another tulpa called Fen, she’s very very shy (because apparently that’s a checkbox that every system has to fill), and because of this she didn’t really want me to talk about her on the blog so I’m going to skip over her as much as possible when I can. But in this one instance, I need to talk about her.

Fen is a selkie, which if you’re not aware is a type of creature from Scottish mythology that is a seal in the water but transforms into a human on land and carries their seal coats around. There’s more to those actual myths that I don’t particularly want to get into because there are definitely some dark themes there, but that’s the gist.

So, Fen obviously loves the ocean. And over the past 4 days, we have gone on a road trip with a friend around the northern coasts of Scotland, the North Coast 500 to be exact, so you can see where this links. There’s lots of ocean and plenty of pretty lochs along the way, and the north coast is also where the legends of selkies seem to originate.

We started off from Inverness at 11am and immediately realised how many other tourists were coming along with us, despite our decision to do the 500 backwards in a hope to not get stuck in a convoy along the way. This was probably a stupid idea since it meant that we’d be going head-on with Germans and Italians in massive RV’s on single-track roads, as we’d find out on the second day. On the first night, we camped on the banks of Loch Brora, a little ways off the main 500 route, and managed to set up just in the treeline with a beautiful view of the loch. Of course, camping in the highlands near water is a bad idea because midges exist, but overall it wasn’t so bad. First night in a new tent wasn’t as bad as I expected it to be, to be honest, although it did rain rather heavily which woke us up.

The second day was full of activity. We drove up to Wick, where Axelia and Faith decided that we needed an extra blanket in the tent, and so we bought a very very fluffy blanket from a B&M store. The next stop was Tesco to grab some snacks and hopefully a camping grill that worked properly (they didn’t sell any, and Argos was out of stock).

After the brief shopping trip, we headed up to John O’Groats to do the traditional tourist thing of taking a picture of the signpost at the most northerly point in mainland Britain. There was also a gift shop here, which sold all sorts of touristy crap about Scotland (which I don’t really need since I actually live here so I honestly just wanted to leave), and also some plushies. There was a plush seal, and Fen immediately latched onto it, so I had little choice. The label was a little faded but read £13.50 which wasn’t a bad price for touristy stuff, so I took it to the counter. The lady asked for £16.50 and, despite my irritation at being done out of £3, I paid without a fuss because I really couldn’t be bothered arguing. It was only when taking the label off in my tent that night that I realised the label had faded so much that it had originally read £18.50 and I had actually done her out of £2. Score.

After staring across the sea to Orkney for a little while and being battered by the wind, the only way to head was west, towards Thurso and very little civilisation. When we arrived at Thurso we realised how wrong we were to call it “civilisation”, since it was the size of a small town and most of the shops had closed down. We just passed through without stopping. What followed was fields and more fields, most of which were in the rain while we were stuck behind a Dutch couple who were doing 60 through 40 zones and 40 through 60 zones. There was a fair amount of road rage. Eventually, though, the skies cleared and we found ourselves on the first real single-track road of the 500, battling oncoming RV’s and tractors. The views were beautiful, and to post all of the pictures that I took would be far too much, but at one point we entered out onto an entirely flat moorland with nothing in any direction aside from some mountains looming out of a distant rainstorm. Shortly after the flats turned back into winding mountain tracks and, as the sun dipped and we fought our way past 3 large farm vehicles (including a combine harvester, despite the fact that there was nowhere suitable for growing crops within a 50 mile radius, more like 100 if you take the windy roads into account), we came across our next campsite just before Durness. The site was filled with tourists, mostly Italian, but there was a Polish family and we had been stuck behind an Estonian RV for the past 10 miles who had also stopped. But despite the activity, it offered one of the best nights of sleep of our trip. The patch of ground was situated directly underneath the Golden Eagle zipline, which is apparently rather famous to tourists in the area. Having done very little research before embarking on our journey, this was news to us, but waking up in the morning to people screaming as they flew overhead was certainly an experience. But the most important part of the campsite to us was the fact that it had easy beach access and looked out over the north sea.

Naturally, I had a wander along the beach as Fen enjoyed herself in the waves, and after a little while, as the sun set, I collapsed onto a sand dune and watched it go down.

Unfortunately, I was eaten alive by a cloud of midges shortly afterwards and retreated back to our campsite, but it was nice while it lasted. The next order of business was not a pleasant one, it had been roughly 100 miles of driving since there had been a public toilet and my stomach was making complaints. I waited until dark and squatted down behind a stone wall despite the threat of ticks. This proved to be a horrible decision. The next morning, we woke and I picked off around 7 ticks from my legs. To cut a long story short so that I don’t have to keep coming back to it, the following night there were 5 more, and when I got back home last night there were at least 10 others I found. Moral of the story is: Don’t ignore the threat of ticks and find a decent place to poop. We packed up our stuff and were gone by 11am, the sun shining beautifully. There isn’t a whole lot to say about the day aside from that it was a day of worrying single-track roads, 25% gradients, and beautiful landscapes. The few villages that we passed through were barely more than a handful of houses and a general store, although just down the road from the campsite was a wonderful little public toilet. Typical. Towards the evening the sunshine turned to beating rain as we passed Ullapool, and we desperately looked for another place to set up camp. The spot we found was at the bottom of a glen, under some pine trees, sandwiched between a river and the road. We set up camp and after a quick meal of undercooked burgers and pot noodles, we went to bed. The night was by far the worst I have had in years, the rain wouldn’t stop beating against the tent and, being at the bottom of a glen, the wind sounded like a jet engine through the trees, and our little tent was shaking violently. Luckily, I had a seal plush to cuddle and soak up heat, and a fluffy blanket beneath my sleeping bag, so at least I wasn’t freezing cold. At one point I heard a scream and, scrambling out of my tent to investigate, I found my friend also scrambling out of his tent wielding a knife as a bat had become pinned to the side of his tent by the excessively strong winds. We pulled it off and let it get on its way. The weather didn’t let up in the morning, and we were packed up and in the car within 5 minutes. In our desperation to get back on the road again, our friend managed to back into a tree and dent his bumper, but we ignored it and carried on.

The plan for the day was to leave the 500 and gun it across to the Isle of Skye and visit the famous fairy pools, an old grudge from the last road trip to the western isles where we never made it, and then return home. A few miles drive away from where we had been camping, just before Torridon, there was a small village that I forget the name of that we stopped to grab breakfast in. It was a line of houses on the edge of a loch, and it was gorgeous. It was also at this point in the trip, as I paid for my sandwich in the village store, that I had to wonder why every young lady we came across in the middle of nowhere was very very pretty. What do the westerners know that we don’t?

The following drive was filled with chatter about what car we would need for the next road trip, and other things to prepare for the future. As we passed onto Skye, I found out that my phone also has a nice robot lady to give me directions when needed, and we proceeded to the fairy pools after a small detour to a very overpriced gift shop. We arrived at the pools at just gone 1pm and were not prepared for how busy they were. There were tourists everywhere, and after a reminder earlier on Skye about how dangerous the roads could be (two cars were on their rooves down a small drop and in a forest on the side of the road) we were very nervous. Despite this, we arrived in one piece and were directed to a parking spot by a very nice man in a high-vis jacket, something that we didn’t expect in the middle of absolutely nowhere. Faith then got very overexcited with pictures.

I got a few nervous looks from tourists due to the fact that I was wearing full military gear that I had bought from surplus stores, which was nice because they got out of our way. Especially useful since parts of the path along the pools include crossings over rivers, and many of the tourists were pausing and scared to cross, whereas my friend and I just casually wandered across due to years of having to deal with this country’s shit. Mildly amusing. Once we had taken in the sights for an hour and a half, we piled back in the car and started the 200-mile drive home, which we managed to do in almost one trip. Last night I got home, unpacked my stuff, had a shower, and collapsed on my bed. I love camping and adventure, but nothing beats home. Fen misses the coast, but we have beaches near us too on the Moray Firth, ones with seals that show up more reliably. Still, one day I would love a house on the west coast, and probably a Land Rover Defender to go with it. That way we can get pretty views and visit the beaches all the time, and can drive reliably towards civilisation when needed. Thanks, Guys.

[thing-you-do-with-that-thing]

Our College Years - Dec 22nd

Pairing:​ ​​Jensen​ ​x​ ​Reader AU

Warnings:​ a litle xmas blues.

Word​ ​Count:​​ 372

A/N:​​ ​This one is part of my College!Jensen one shot/drabble series AU but it can like all the others also be read as a stand alone.

Unbetaed and fast written - All mistakes are mine.

Disclaimer: Everyone is named Ackles, since well duh... but Jensen’s family is Samantha Ferris, Jim Beaver, Jared Padalecki and Felicia Day.

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You soon realised the Ackles’ had a tradition every year on the 22nd. Jim always needed to get last minute presents and Sam had to go shopping for everything she forgot for Christmas Eve Dinner. They would always drop off their kids at the arcade to go bowling, rollerblading and eat cheese burgers.

You loved spending time with the Ackles’ siblings. Their bickering and arguing made you feel at home amongst them. Their relationship reminded you of the one you had with your own brothers. Something that made you somewhat sad, they weren’t with you. You were able to push it aside most of the time, but watching the 3 of them rollerblade as you sat on the sidelines watching them it all came rushing back to you.

You quickly dried your eyes. You didn’t want Jensen to see you sad. He was happy and with his family. He deserved this time and you didn’t want to bring him down. You got on your feet and headed to the burger joint to order cheeseburgers, fries and coke for all of you, only to me joined by Jared a few minutes later.

“Hey… Need a hand?” Jared grinned down at you before frowning a little. “Hey are you okay? We didn’t mean to make you feel left out or anything.” Jared tried, referring to you deciding against the rollerblading. You were a bit of a clutch and falling on your stomach wasn’t really advisable these days.

You shook your head, “it’s not that Jar. I just miss my brothers that’s all.” You spoke quietly, “don’t tell Jensen. He is so happy to be home I don’t wanna be a downer.”

A huge smile spread across Jared’s face and he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you tightly against him. “I know it’s not the same… I miss Jensen every day he's away at College,” Jared confessed, “but you do have a brother right here Y/N/N.”

You teared up again with the gentle giant’s words. You wrapped your arounds around his waist, hugging him tightly as you stood there waiting in line.

“Thanks Jar. You have no idea how much that means to me,” you whispered, getting a squeeze in return.

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

Hell House- Part 4

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,019

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, angst, language, minor character death, blood, you know the usual

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Smoking Pot with Dean

It didn’t take long for the Winchesters to get ready. So, you were at the closest eating house in no time.

“There you go.” You smiled and grabbed the coffees that the woman handed you.

“Thank you.” You handed a coffee to Sam and one to Dean before going over to the table that displayed all the condiments and grabbed a couple of sugar packets. You looked over at Sam to see him grimace, adjusting his pants. Aw, poor Sammy.

“Dude what's your problem?” Dean asked, seeing the same thing you were seeing.

“Nothing, I’m fine.” You knew that was a lie. Sam grabbed a table and sat down, taking out his laptop. Dean caught your eyes and you couldn’t help but smile and shake your head. You sat in between Sam and Dean, pouring the sugar into your coffee.

“So, Sam, tell us more about those Tulpas.”

“Okay, so there was an incident in Tibet in 1915. A group of monks meditated and visualized a golem in their heads. They did that so hard, it appeared out of thin air. Now take that in perspective to now. If 20 monks could do that, imagine what 10,000 people all over the internet could do. I mean, Craig stars a story and it spreads, becoming popular, so people believe in it.” Sam explained.

“Now wait a second. Are you trying to tell me that just because people believe in Mordechai, he's real?” Dean asked, sipping his coffee.

“Maybe.” Sam adjusted his pants once more, looking uncomfortable. You really felt bad for the kid but this was too funny. “But get this…” Sam typed a few things and turned the laptop to face you and his brother. You looked at the symbols that were found in the Hell House.

“That's a Tibetan spirit sigil on the wall of the house. Craig said they were painting symbols from a theology textbook. I bet they painted this, not even knowing what it was. Now this sigil has been around for centuries. So, when people go on the Hell Hounds website, they look at the symbol and think about Mordechai. With 10,000 people doing it, it might bring a Tulpa to life.” Sam explained. He tried to cover the huff that came out of his mouth but you heard. He was getting more and more uncomfortable but he was trying to hide it.

“It would explain why he keeps changing.” You said, looking between both boys.

“As people think different things, the legend changes. It’s like a game of telephone. That would explain why the rock salt didn’t work.” Sam said, adjusting himself again.

“Well, yeah, he’s not a traditional spirit.” You said, sipping your coffee. Sam’s fidgeting increased the more he touched himself.

“Okay, so why don’t we get this thing off the website and off the wall?” Dean asked like it was that simple. But when was it really?

“Well it's not that simple. You see, once Tulpas are created they take on a life of their own.” Sam explained.

“Great. So, if he really is a thought form how the hell are we supposed to kill an idea?” Dean sighed, frustrated.

“It’s not going to be easy with these jokes helping us. Look at their website,” You said, looking at the computer screen. “They’re like those bad paranormal shows you see every once in a while.”

“Since they've posted the video their number of hits have quadrupled in the last day alone.” Sam said.

“I got an idea, come on.” Dean got up, grabbing his coffee. Sam immediately closed his laptop and put it away.

“Where are we going?” Sam asked. You learned not to question Dean when he “had an idea”. It went well or went south and you rather not know more details when it went south.

“We need a copy store.” Dean smirked when he saw Sam jiggle and itching himself. You bit your lip hard to keep yourself from laughing.

“Man, I think I'm allergic to our soap or something.” Sam sighed, grabbing his bag. The only thing Dean did was laugh and walk away. You let out a giggle and walked with Dean.

“You did this?” Sam called out to Dean. Dean continued laughing and walked outside.

“You’re a fucking jerk, you know that?” Sam said when he caught up.

“I’m sorry, Sam, I tried to tell him.” You laughed, walking to the Impala.

“Why don’t you prank Y/N sometime?” Sam glared as he adjusted himself again.

“No way, you know what would happen if you do that. I don’t like jokes happening to me. On other people its fucking hilarious but on me? You hit me, I hit back harder and you know what I’m capable of.” You said, getting in the backseat.

“How could I forget that? I had food poisoning for a whole week.” Sam grimaced at the memory.

“Don’t mess with Y/N.” You smirked to yourself.

What Dean wanted from the copy place was not what you were expecting. You knew what you had to do because everyone had a role to play. You ended up at a trailer park and with one look at a certain one, you knew who you three were visiting. Dean walked up to the door and pounded on it. You knew they were home because you heard the talking and a squeal of surprise at the noise but no one answered.

“Come on out here guys, we hear you in there.” Dean said. The door suddenly opened and their heads popped out.

“Ah, would you look at that! Action figures in their original packaging -- what a shock.” You said.

“Guys we need to talk.”

“Yeah, um, sorry guys. We're a little bit busy right now.” Ed said.

“Okay, well, we'll make it quick. We need you to shut down your website.” Dean said sternly.

“Man, you know, these guys got us busted last night and we spent the night in a holding cell...” Ed said as if he was holding a grudge.

“We’re serious, dude.” You said, crossing your arms.

“Why should we trust you guys?” Ed seemed to be doing all the talking. Harry was more on the shy side of thing and you noticed.

“Look guys, we all know what we saw last night, what's in the house. But now thanks to your website there are thousands of people hearing about Mordechai.” Sam tried to reason with them.

“That's right. Which means people are going to keep showing up at the Hell House, running into him in person, somebody could get hurt.” Dean added. Ed didn’t seem to care what the Winchesters were saying but Harry did.

“Ed maybe he's got a point…” Harry said, trying to do the right thing here.

“Nope.” Ed cut him off with a shake of his head. You glared at Ed because who did he think he was, bossing around his friend? Harry, on the other hand, shrunk and listened to his friend.

“We have an obligation to our fans, to the truth.” Ed said proudly.

“Well I have an obligation to kick both your little asses right now…” You stepped up to do a little harm but Dean held you back.

“Sweetheart, hey, just forget about it. You could bitch slap them both or you could tell them that thing about Mordechai but they’re still not going to help us. Let’s just go.” Dean pulled you along with him and Sam sighed, following his brother.

“Wait, wait, what is that thing about Mordechai?” Harry asked, interested in change of topic.

“Don't tell them Sam.” Dean said, looking at his brother seriously.

“But if they agree to shut the website down Dean…” Sam tried to convince his brother.

“They're not going to do it, you said so yourself.” Dean scoffed, letting you go.

“No wait. Wait. Don't listen to him ok? We'll do it. We'll do it.” Ed pleaded. You knew they wouldn’t but it was worth a shot to try.

“Look, it is a really big deal and it wasn't easy to dig up. So only if we have your word that you'll shut everything down.” Sam said.

“Totally.” Ed said with a smile. Dean reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, handing it to Harry.

“It's a death certificate from the '30s. We got it at the library. Now according to the coroner, the actual cause of death was a self-inflicted gunshot wound.” You explained, loving how they were buying right into this.

“He shot himself?” Ed asked, surprised.

“With a .45 pistol. To this day they say he's terrified of them.” Sam said.

“Matter of fact they say if you shoot him with a .45, loaded with these special wrought-iron rounds -- it'll kill the son of a bitch.” Ed and Harry took a glance at one another and they sniggered gleefully. Harry spun around and raced back to their trailer but before Ed could, you stopped him.

“I don’t ever want to see you boss around your friend like that. He is your partner, not a dog. I’m really not afraid to kick your little ass.” Ed nodded and gulped. He walked away from you and into his trailer.

“Great, what should we do in the meantime?” Dean asked.

“I don’t know about you boys but I’m starving.” Dean seemed to agree and Sam only agreed because he had nowhere else to go. Dean took you and his brother to the nearest café, getting a booth by a really annoying wall art.

Sam had ordered a salad with a beer, Dean ordered what he usually ordered with a beer and you got what Dean had. You had an appetite and salads wouldn’t satisfy you as much as a burger would. You ate your burger, moaning softly in appreciation while Sam was on his laptop, picking at his salad.

Dean reached up to the 3d artwork of a fisherman holding a big fish and pulled on its cord. The fisherman’s mouth opened and closed, letting out an extremely annoying laugh. Dean’s been playing that ting ever since you got there. Sam reached up and pulled on the cord to make it stop.

“If you pull that string one more time I'm going to kill you.” Dean stared at his brother with a dead look and pulled the cord once more. Sam immediately stopped it and glared at him. You smiled, not wishing you had a sibling. Dean started snickering when he knew he pushed his brother’s buttons.

“Come on man, you need more laughter in your life. You know you're way too tense.”

“Yeah, Sam, where is that dimpled smile?” You teased him. Sam gave you both a dirty look and Dean sighed.

“Fine, they post it yet?” Sam moved the laptop so it faced you and Dean, stabbing at his salad angrily before eating it.

“We've learned from reputable sources that Mordechai Murdoch has a fatal fear of firearms,” You read from the computer. “Alright. How long do we wait?”

“Long enough for the new story to spread, and the legend to change. I figure by nightfall iron rounds will work on the sucker.” Sam lifted his beer and held it out to you and Dean. You clinked your glass to his, Dean doing the same. You took a sip but looked at Dean when he went to put the bottle down.

It was like the bottle was stuck to his hand because Dean couldn’t let go of it. Sam started cracking up and you knew he had something to do with this.

“You didn’t.” Dean said, not believing his eyes. Sam laughed even harder and held up a small tube of super glue. His dimples were very clear and deep. He was really happy.

“Oh, I did.” Dean shook his hand again and Sam pulled on the cord of the annoying fisherman.

“You did tell him to smile more.” You nudged Dean who was pouting. You laughed a bit and ate your food, happy that this case could bring some fun memories from the three of you.

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