maskormenace | hagalaz | video ✺ And the arm bone's connected to the -- uhhh. Where -- oh, no. Oh, no?

[what's up MoM? have a somber looking blond teen with grey eyes, who appears to be sitting in the treetops]

Hey. Um, it's Magnus. Chase. Considering peoples' arms are dropping off in the street and powers are going nuts and old battle wounds are blasting open in supermarkets and ruining all the clementines and shit, I think it might be good if everybody knew how to get in touch with their friendly local healer. Uh, I'm one of those, but I'm like, also just one demi-dude, so if any healers willing to help out would respond to this post with a text about how their powers work and what cities they're usually in, we can figure out maybe kind of a rotation? Just to help people not go full Ron of the Dead, until somebody figures out how to fix the nanites. I'll leave a place in the post to put your info.

And everybody else, like, consider this an imPort-911 post? All the healers can track it so we can have better response times. And you can get in touch with specific healers if like, there's a specific need.

Uh, Nurse Chase out.

[have a deadpan peace sign, and then the feed going black]

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Do you want me to help you? Seems like it bothers you.

Being helped?

[...]

I don't need sympathy, or pity. I'm just another teenage trauma statistic, or whatever. But I don't -- mind, help from my friends. I need it a lot of the time. I'm -- a weak person. Can't fight, can't touch, whatever.

[an uncomfortable shrug. there's a careful way, that Magnus speaks about himself, which is that -- he doesn't like to. but that's changing, slowly, with his friends]

If it's you, it's okay. If that's okay.

No, I meant-

[ She had meant that talking about sex seemed to bother him.
But this works too. She huffs. ]

You're not a statistic, y'know.

[ She gets it. Self-examination feels like anesthetized self-surgery, and accepting help is almost worse. ]

[he cocks his head, eyebrows drawing together in something like (but really, sort of definitely not) amusement]

Homeless queerish teen dies young? Homeless queerish teen damaged goods in bed? Homeless queerish teen has trust issues? I dunno, sounds like reports that've been filed a shit-ton to me.

Fuck the reports. You're you, not the bullshit that's happened to you.

I get that. But I think -- the bullshit takes parts of you away. I was different. Then I was empty. Now I'm -- I dunno. Working on it. Explaining to people over and over, that I don't like hugs.

Mm. [ Oh she CERTAINLY gets that too. Just. it's kind of hard to say out loud except in mindfuck song form. ]

You also don't have to like hugs if you don't want to, y'know. I'll probably still give you shit but you don't actually have to be a slut to be my friend.

[that surprises a laugh out of him]

What's the opposite of slut-shaming? Slut-faming?

[he scratches at his hair, ruffling it]

-- I do. Want to. Like them. Is the thing. I want people to know, when I appreciate them. Words aren't always enough. Sometimes you don't have the... right ones, or, whatever.

Uh huh. I know.

Fuck words, mostly.

I dunno. Talking helps. [...] Talking to you helps. I talk about stuff with you I don't, um, really talk about with anybody. Not even Alex, sometimes.

Edited 2017-12-05 14:10 (UTC)