#cataplectic

[cataplecticfae]

very quickly spat out a painting of Vee Deep Space Discounts cause the Episode 5 outfit made me think of a major heart-throb

[theangryman]

it’s kinda fascinating the difference in the “gold star” idea between the lesbian community and the gay community

lots and lots and lots of “gay” sex happens between men who would not identify themselves as gay

cruising apps are filled to the brim with men who are outwardly entirely heterosexual. married/cheating on a girlfriend, or just someone that would identify as straight till they were blue in the face, will eventually end up with that girlfriend or wife someday

the easy narrative is that these men are bisexual, or that they are gay men in denial

but it’s more complicated than that. there are men who are asking for head without reciprocation, seeking out gloryholes, seeking out anonymous encounters with fem boys or cross dressers or trans women

the kinds of people on here obsessed with boundaries would probably be cataplectic

4chan’s weird porn boards have always been easy to derail with the idea “is being attracted to femboys/“traps” gay?” I’ve seen month long flame wars - that “futanari” porn is only okay if they don’t have testicles, or don’t penetrate a man

it is that patriarchal sexuality of domination and power. you can have your dalliances, but must be in a heterosexual relationship

i’m not Black, so i can’t even speak to the complexities and social pressures that lie underneath “DL culture”

but this is a thing. it’s why they didn’t ask if you were “gay” when you donated blood - the medical community works with “MSM”/“men who have sex with men” because these men would never identify themselves as “gay.” it doesn’t really even describe their experience

so the question might be asked, can we really call these men “gay”?

[thestralsofspinnersend]

Death, and Other Origin Stories

Chapter 28: A Potion for Joy

He didn’t remember falling into the dark and quiet of sleep, but suddenly his three mates were cheering loudly as the clock struck midnight above the mantle, yanking him from the deep pool of a sickly unconsciousness, his mouth tasting like saw dust and stale tea. Another blanket had been tucked haphazardly around him.

Bleary eyed, he sat up with baffled incredulity to see a half-dressed James slinging an uncoordinated arm around Peter and wetly kissing his ruddy face. Remus was just wiping his mouth from where he’d been drooling on the arm of the sofa when James was suddenly grabbing him.

“What the—” was all Remus managed in his exhausted stupor before James screamed “ Happy New Year ” at full volume and pressed his spiced mouth onto his, Sirius wolf whistling loudly. His shirt was unbuttoned and his face was flushed and his smile was big and bright. He smelled of cinnamon, vanilla and star anise. Like his skin might taste of it.

“I am not drunk enough to let you snog me, Potter!” Sirius shouted in warning, pointing the empty bottle of rum at James with one wavering hand and reaching for a cushion with the other.

“ What —” Remus repeated, dazed and confused in his exhaustion, wiping his mouth of the lingering bitterness of the spirit, realising just how sloshed his friends had gotten during his unintended nap.

Grumpy and tired and annoyed, he was suddenly feeling both isolated in his sobriety and somehow betrayed by their drunkenness.

“It’s New Years!” James was yelling in justification, launching himself at Sirius. In his inebriated foolishness, he miscalculated the distance and the force with which he lept and the two of them tumbled off the winged back chair with a loud thud and near hysterical laughter.

“C’mon, Lupin,” Peter was saying with a lopsided smile, swaying where he stood, his hand outstretched. Remus whinged and grimaced as Peter pulled too hard in helping him up, his hip aching something awful.

Sirius managed to worm his way out from under James and stumbled in an inelegant attempt to run to the stairs, James in hot pursuit, socks slipping comically on the wooden floor, shouting the benefits of platonic kissing.

Slowly, with aching bones, Remus shuffled his way to the stairs, listening to James yell dire threats of intimacy to the cackling admonishments of Sirius.

Remus toppled into bed with a graceless exhaustion, pulling his duvet tightly around his chilled body. Another wrestling match had commenced and James could be heard making exaggerated smooching sounds over the wheezing, cataplectic laughter of both Sirius and Peter.

And Remus, much against his will, felt an endeared smile break through his maudlin irritation as Sirius finally admitted defeat. James had whooped in victory before grabbing Sirius’s grimacing face and performing, what could only be described as, the least desirous snog Remus could possibly imagine.

@houseofhebrideanblacks

[disabled-sysboxes]

[TEXT ID: this system is narcoleptic and cataplectic, please be patient and respectful]

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[inspectorheath]

@detective-fez

(Previous) Fez blinked as Commander Peepers walked off, not realizing what he had been implying with his lack of eye contact. He scolded himself a bit under his breath. “Yikes, not my best work socially.” He muttered while idly standing and fidgeting with his sleeves, then while pondering the different ways he could have contributed to the conversation more, he realized he was supposed to be doing something. He pointed his toe and scuttled off, monologuing about whatever was in his mind as per-usual until he was so caught up in the whirlwind of his thoughts that he remembered a key detail of his previous failed conversation. “Wait what?” He blurted, confused. Then he noticed a watchdog a ways away eyeing him with just the same amount of confusion. He blinked, then embarrassingly whistled as to draw attention away from what just came out of his mouth. As he ran through his memory he recalled Peepers had mentioned WR, what is WR?? Whatever he’d just have to find out what that meant later, right now he had a case to crack! He fumbled through endless hallways, then after a long, long period of him not really knowing what to do with himself or finding a crime scene, he let out a huff, then started looking for signs that pointed to WR. After another drawn out search, he decided to do the unthinkable, ask someone for help. He tapped on a random watchdog who was passing through with a battalion, then gave his exasperated tale about how he didn’t really know where he was or what WR was, the watchdog then perked up at the mention of WR, who then pointed down the hall. “Uhh, down that way on your left.” Detective Fez was cataplectic, then spun to face the only hallway he didn’t bother checking because he was convinced he had already been through it. “Thank you.” He breathed, his expression dull, not bothering to turn around. He then began to trudge through and into a seperate door.

The door ending up leading to another hallway. There, at the very end, was a set of double doors helpfully labelled Watchdog Resources.

Through the glass doors Detective Fez could see a large waiting room with a row of clerks and a fleet of watchdogs listlessly sitting in folding chairs. The more alert ones stared up at one of the identical screens showing a list of number. It was faint, but he could hear a number right before a lucky dog would jump up and go zip to their clerk.

The doors were locked. A bit of looking around would reveal a ticket dispenser where a keypad would normally be. The only way to open it was drawing a ticket. Said ticket had a number a few hundred higher than the numbers currently on the screens.

[vonbabbitt]

How difficult must romance be for Kamimura if he faints when his heart rate goes up?

that is NOT his biggest concern when it comes to romance lmao. his bigger concern is being extremely closeted, struggling with internalised homophobia, pretty shy and remarkably antisocial/unpopular. but anyone who was serious about dating him would be more than accommodating and accepting of him going cataplectic for a couple seconds every now and again

[archliches]

"do it tired" girl i am trying to do it cataplectic

[artdecosupernova-writing]

Find the Word Game XXIV

tagged by: @space-writes last year lol 🙈 my words: inside, above, decay, bloom tagging: @drabbleitout, @drippingmoon, and open tag your words: find, leave, settle, march, begin, tough

inside (Eternal)—

[Warren] wanted to say something, anything, even though he knew this was a construct, a falsehood. He wanted to assure Hastings that he would not harm him. But he couldn't promise that. He watched Hastings, watched his chest rise and fall rapidly, too fast, and he couldn't tell him. He could not, and he pressed his tongue against the inside of his mouth to discover his jaw had been melded shut, a growth of bone where his teeth used to be, as if all of them fused together to become one. And then he took another look at Hastings. Another long look, really took in his presence in front of him. The snow fell, featherlight, fat flakes in the space keeping them apart. Warren's head angled, and a gathering of white-hot rage began to bubble up from within his core, at the pit of his stomach. All of his despair, all of his agony, everything that had ever been attributed to his former superior, coiling up into a tight ball of torrid hatred that rose to the center of his chest. He lifted the gun and fired. The bullet went through Hasting's skull, sending a spray of crimson blood and bone across the forest, onto trees, into the air.

above (Meridian)—

The clouds of the supernova grew closer. Venevans began to sob and clutch at each other. Evac volunteers fell to their knees, some praying, some cataplectic. Thoeala and Corin grabbed each others' hands tightly. Warren watched Thrive, ears popping. He'd quadrupled the shield, quintupled it, reached the horizon, used every ounce of his strength to push it farther out, to encompass the planet's orbit and protect the ships hovering above. The air filled with crackling energy, and sparks emanated from the tendrils of light that formed his hands and fingers. Veneve's moon caught the brunt of the blast. It crumbled like a clod of dirt, dissolved into the sky. The dust cloud from the supernova hit Thrive's shield with a thundering boom, sending quakes through the ground, through the air. He doubled down, the mass of colors spreading like a jet stream over the shield, and Warren's breath caught in his chest.

decay ruin (Aurora)—

Lilori escorted Warren to Edwa Falls, crowded into a shuttle with Genni and Guetry, whom he'd named his best man. Guetry fussed over Warren's suit like a parent, smoothing out the lapels of his jacket, making sure he didn't sit in a way that would crease the soft, pewter gray fabric of his pants. Even as they landed, Guetry put some finishing touches on his hair and the dark eyeshadow he'd insisted he wear. "Knock it off, Get," Genni finally said when the shuttle opened. "You're gonna ruin it."

bloom open (Eternal)—

Thrive was restrained once more and they continued down the corridor until they reached an open, unimpressive stone chamber filled with dozens more eliyi, all surrounding the towering Archmaster near the back wall. "This is...peculiar," the Archmaster said. "They have not killed you." Warren blinked and raised his eyebrows at the perfect English, but kept silent as he was told. "I think it's more peculiar that I haven't killed them," Thrive retorted, his voice quiet and deliberate. "But you know that, don't you?"

[thomasthetankengine]

yet again, i thought of no longer veiling for my safety, and yet again i had a cataplectic episode at the mere idea. my horror is felt in permanence in my bones. i want to leave the country and live with my buvi.

[cataplecticfae]

For fun I am posting my birthday present for @stopdropandbeauty that I did because I keep staring at this image

[drowningparty]

They actually depict type 1 narcolepsy in my own private idaho! the only time I have ever seen type 1 narcolepsy depicted in media! this guy cataplects and everything just like me and all the time! it is surprisingly authentic and accurate! 10/10 stars

[disabled-sysboxes]

I wonder if you've done any boxes relating to narcolepsy and/or cataplexy? If you haven't, would it be okay if you could make some? /nf

If you haven't already, we would like to see (and use) some that say the following:

- "This system has narcolepsy with cataplexy"

- "This system commonly has sleep attacks and may reply slowly"

- "This system is narcoleptic and cataplectic, please be patient and respectful"

added to the list!

[the-fidgety-fiddler]

Lowkey might have had a cataplectic episode on the subway tonight.... not cool not chill

[bakedspoonie]

god I could never be on a competitive cooking show. I love and am a great cook but I can’t handle pressure I either have cataplectic fits or disassociate under high stress and it’s a gamble on which will happen. I hope for disassociation cause things still get done when that happens, just wish I knew what I did during them. But one disappointed look from Graham or Gordon would probably send me into a tizzy it wouldn’t be pretty. There’s also a good chance I’d say something awful or worse to Joe, if he threw my food in the trash aggressively I can’t guarantee we would both leave the room unharmed. It triggers a deep rage and fear in me (think it’s a bad memory response from abusive family members).

[ladycamdens]

SO i took my seroquel at 3am this morning. woke up a couple of times in there had definite cataplectic attacks and couldn’t hold up my phone to check the time. got up two times according to the roomy - i have no recollection of this at all. just got up it’s 8pm. i didn’t know if it was am or pm. didn’t know what day it was. i’d been down for 18 hours???

and the funny thing is i had a dream minutes before i got up that the same exact thing had happened down to the time

[blissfullyblindbuffoon]

Thank you for all the great information and feedback from people reaching out and teaching me more about this condition! Through more research and listing to all your experiences, I've decided that, unfortunately, vasovagal syncope is not the right match for my character. Instead, I'm looking into type one narcolepsy, specifically cataplexy, a common symptom of narcolepsy. "Cataplexy is a brain disorder that causes a sudden and temporary loss of muscle tone and control. The episodes (or “cataplectic attacks”) are, in most cases, triggered by strong or extreme emotions, including anger, stress, anxiety, fear, a depressed mood, joy, and laughter." For more info, https://www.everydayhealth.com/cataplexy/guide/

So if any of have experience with this or know anything I should know, let me know! Thank you again for all your help!

Hello Tumblr,

I'm thinking about writing a character with Vasovagal syncope. For those of you who don't know, Vasovagal syncope is a condition that leads to fainting in some ppl. Some common triggers are fear, blood, vomit, and extreme emotions. I've only just started researching the condition, so if any of you know anything helpful about it or have experience with it, let me know! I'd like to present it accurately. If any of you have any reasons why I shouldn't write a character with Vasovagal syncope, also let me know.

Some potential triggers for my character: Blood, fear, stress, dogs, and the occasional jump scare.