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JK Rowling has used her billionaire legal team to silence a Jewish woman for telling the truth about her contempt for trans victims of the Holocaust.
Scotlandâs network of âfreedom of speechâ organisations, as per usual, have nothing to say about the use of wealth to gag critics of the wealthy.
However fast they race to condemn the LGBT+ community for saying the names of those who harm us. Statements at the ready to insist that transphobes no one wants to work with anymore must be given every possible opportunity to gain from their bigotry.
But itâs not the billionaires who are being silenced, as our media breathlessly echo their every hateful proclamation.
Itâs journalists and activists forced to publicly humiliate themselves under the weight and the threat of billionaire legal teams or be driven into destitution.
We deserve better. Freedom of speech needs to mean something
The Streisand Effect strikes
This will swiftly become one of the primary things JK Rowling is remembered for. Trying to erase crimes of the Holocaust against trans people and then silencing Jewish journalists for calling her out.
With your help we can make sure JK Rowling is known as a Holocaust denier first, author of mediocre childrenâs books second
Oxenfree Headcanons but they’re just about Alex being freed from the loop by Riley
Being brought back to reality is incredibly jarring after spending five years in the loop.
First of all.
Panic attack.
This is not a part of the script. This has NEVER been a part of the script. She’s given up on getting free a long time ago, but now she suddenly IS FREE, and it doesn’t make sense.
Cue Riley having to quickly calm her down.
Second of all.
MAJOR sensory overload.
She’s so used to the loop, reacting to the exact same stimulus, that so much other sensory input is extremely overwhelming. Her senses have basically heightened, and now everything is too much, too much, too much.
The sun is too bright. It feels like her corneas are being melted off or her eyeballs are being carved out with hot iron tools. Colors are so vivid and vibrant, and it gives her a headache.
Every single sound grates on her ears. The splashing of the water, the chatter of other people, the blare of the ferry’s horn. Even Riley’s voice, soft and gentle, is enough to make her ears bleed.
The smells. Saltwater, gasoline, wet grass, smoke from a burnt out campfire, baked goods from a storefront, even her own unwashed body. It stings her nose and makes her nauseous.
And the sensations.
Oh god, the sensations.
Every single touch is mind-shattering agony.
Her skin is so unused to feeling anything beyond what’s scripted in the loop that everything is foreign, terrifying, and painful.
Riley supporting her weak body is like being stabbed right in the arms.
It’s so bad that even her hair brushing against the nape of her neck is like dragging a serrated saw blade across an exposed bundle of nerves.
She feels so raw.
But that’s not the only thing she feels.
She can feel everything going on inside, too.
Her biological processes completely stopped while in the loop, and after awhile, most of her organs stopped functioning, too. The Sunken would keep her alive, after all, so there was no need to expend energy on things that didn’t need to work.
But now that she’s out of the loop, her entire organ system is rudely awakened like they’ve just been shocked by jumper cables.
And she can feel all of it.
In her stomach, her small intestines writhe like eels.
In her chest, she can feel her lungs expand and deflate.
When she speaks, her vocal cords rub together like the slimy legs of a cricket.
She’s acutely (and uncomfortably) aware of every vein transporting blood through her body, every twitch of her diaphragm, every beat of her heart.
Her fingernails connected to her nail beds, her hair sprouting from her scalp, her teeth growing in her gums—she feels it!
And, for a moment, she considers asking Riley to throw her back into the loop like she’s a fish being returned to a lake.
Sure, the loop was a fate worse than death, but at least she doesn’t feel like this.
But she endures. She has to.
She just wishes her body would make it a little easier.
So, she’s freed, and everything hurts!
But despite this, she still can’t bring herself to pry away from Riley, who she’s been clinging to ever since she got free like the woman is her lifeline.
And, to her, Riley very well may be one.
Alex is so afraid that if she lets go for even a second, her connection to the real world will snap, and she’ll be right back in hell.
But they can’t stay like that forever, and when Riley eventually coaxes her to let go, nothing happens. She’s still solid. She’s still stable.
Walking is kinda hard. I feel like gravity in the loop and gravity in the real world, as well as gravity in the void, which she definitely spent time in, is very different from each other.
It certainly doesn’t help that when she stands, she can feel the aching drag of her tendons in her legs and the discomforting creak of her knees trying to support her.
For lack of better words, she looks like a baby horse trying to walk for the first time.
Maybe if she wasn’t in such a deep daze, she would have cared more about how silly she looks.
Because, oh yeah! She is still heavily in shock. What happened, being set free, hasn’t really caught up to her just yet. She’s only dimly aware of what’s happening to her.
But the pain? The pain she’s fully aware of.
She doesn’t get mercy from that.
Because when is the world ever that kind to her?
Anyway.
The early morning this is hypothetically set in is pretty cool, but Alex is shivering like she’s naked in Antarctica.
Her body isn’t really used to regulating its own temperature.
So she’s just so cold.
Riley gives her her jacket to try and keep her warm. The last thing she or Jacob need is the poor kid keeling over from hypothermia.
Speaking of those two!
They have obtained a void child! What now?
Well…neither of them know.
When they went to the island, they were expecting spooky ghost shenanigans. They were expecting weird cult bitches. They were expecting the concept of time being majorly fucked up.
But a tortured child trapped in a time loop? They never could have predicted that.
It’s kind of like unexpectedly picking up a puppy that’s being sold on the side of the road, but no. It’s really not. Because at least caring for a puppy is common knowledge. Something you can get the supplies for with ease.
What the hell do you do for a teenager rescued from the void?
They decide that’s something they can mull over later. Right now, they need to get the hell out of dodge.
So, they decide to take Alex back to Riley’s house and go from there. What else is there to do?
Operation Disguise A Girl Who Went Missing Five Years Ago So She Won’t Be Recognized: COMMENCE!
Alex has Riley’s jacket on, so that’s one thing covered, and Jacob tucks all her hair up into a hat to hide that, too. And then she’s told to keep her head down and don’t talk to anyone.
She’s fine with that. She’s not really in a talking mood, truthfully.
Jacob probably has to carry her to the ferry because, like. Homegirl is having some trouble walking. Also still having a sensory overload. Also still in a lot of pain.
Alex has another panic attack while they’re going across the water on the ferry because she’s never made it to the other side. So she’s just waiting for the illusion to shatter, and for the void to press itself in again.
But that doesn’t happen.
That’s what makes her a little more lucid. Everything starts to feel a little less like a dream and a lot more real.
Riley keeps assuring her again and again that she’s safe, that she’s okay, that she won’t let anything happen to her, and that she definitely won’t let her go back to that horrible rift, and Alex is just so daunted because it’s been so long since anyone has treated her with kindness beyond the scripted lines spoken in the loop.
The moment she gets to the car, she passes out. Somewhat from the pain, mostly from fatigue.
It’s been FIVE YEARS since she’s had a nap. She is EXHAUSTED.
Riley and Jacob are pretty shot, too, but they shake it off for the sake of the girl. They can rest later, once this is all settled.
They go pick up breakfast and then have no idea what to get Alex. And they don’t really want to wake her up because she’s clearly tired.
“A sausage, egg, and cheese sandwich sounds good enough, right?” “What if she’s a vegan? Or a vegetarian?” “Shit, you’re right. Do you think she is?” “I don’t know! Should I wake her up?” “No! No. Let her rest. We’ll think of something.”
“No, Jacob, we’re not giving her coffee. I think coffee will stop her heart.”
They do eventually have to wake Alex up when they get back to Riley’s house.
Riley gives her a little tour.
Alex, although tired and dazed, gets the gist.
Now that she’s awake, they give her the food they bought, but she isn’t up to eating very much. Even though it’s been five years since she’s eaten anything (or drank anything, aside from a little alcohol in a few of the loops), and even though she should be hungry, the mere idea of food makes her even more nauseous than she already is.
But Riley convinces her to at least eat a little bit, just to have something in her stomach, and Alex complies.
She has to stop after just three bites, though, because the tastes are so strong they burn her mouth, and she almost throws up.
But at least she’s eaten something.
Riley then convinces her to take a shower while Jacob runs to the store to get her some clothes that he hopes will fit. After all, they can’t have her lying around in the frankly disgusting clothing she has on.
Even though she’s extremely exhausted, a shower does sound nice, so Alex agrees.
Maybe she can wash away all the trauma sticking to her skin like glue.
(Ha.)
(As if it would ever be that easy.)
Parting with her jacket is a bit difficult, but Riley swears up and down she’ll give it right back after it’s washed, which she does while Alex is in the shower.
In hindsight, perhaps letting the barely awake girl in a ton of pain take a shower unassisted wasn’t the best plan.
The hot water is like an assault on Alex’s sensitive skin.
It’s so excruciating that she literally goes blind for a few seconds.
Long story short, she blacks the fuck out, and Riley has to go do ANOTHER rescue mission to help her.
After that whole ordeal, Alex is dressed in the clothes that Jacob bought (he had to guess on her size, but it was good enough), got her newly washed jacket back, and then promptly conked out again, this time in an actual bed.
Meanwhile, Riley and Jacob slump into the couch and reflect on what the fuck they’ve gotten themselves into.
Here’s some fun appearance things as a bonus!!
A majority of Alex’s hair is chopped off because it kept bothering her (see the part where her skin is so sensitive that even her ponytail brushing her neck hurts). And they need to try to make her look not like herself.
They don’t go to a hair salon, as they’re afraid she may get recognized, so Jacob very confidently takes scissors to Alex’s hair while Riley supervises anxiously.
The result is…very messy. Even when Jacob was looking at a WikiHow article on how to cut hair (with pictures!). There are uneven parts and it kinda sticks out weirdly, but Alex doesn’t really seem to mind.
They also have to re-dye her hair. Alex doesn’t care what color, so Riley and Jacob argue over what’ll look the best. Alex gets a little kick out of it.
They settle on green.
Okay, so y’all know the whole glowing red eyes thing? Well, consider: Alex’s eyes are permanently red. Like, the irises. It’s like they’ve been branded by the possession she once went through.
Also consider: Alex, covered in scars from injuries in past loops.
Its been five whole years between the two Oxenfree games, and people noticed.
Alex watched Riley’s life, she saw the time pass in the past, present, and future. Olivia, Charlie, and Violet all had to hear about these rumors, be lured, because all of the first Oxenfree had already happened. Alex and her friends are tired. Most of all, if you tune into the radio at a certain time, there will be a man on that radio, and he will be speaking in dedication to his nephew. A nephew named Ren.
It’s been five years. What do their families think happened? That they’re dead? Were there no searches? What did Ren’s sisters think, on that island that one of them worked on, that swallowed up their brother? Nona’s parents? Clarissa’s family? What about Alex and Jonas’ parents? How could they possibly handle that, their children finally meeting for the first time, trying to make it all work—and then they’re gone. Did they even stay together after that?
Riley and Jacob lived in a world where five kids went missing on Edwards Island. A world where there were no answers to what happened. As soon as they stepped off that boat, they were erased from existence itself. A world where four families clawed for hope and never got it back.
That world doesn’t exist anymore. But for five years, it was real. One has to wonder if grief can transcend dimensions.
People are calling women who read âspicyâ novels porn addicts on TikTok and when women responded âum. Thatâs not what addiction is.â People are going âthe first symptom of addiction is denialâ like okay buddy.
if you think women reading mild straight smut books is âporn addictionâ then youâd lose your mind if you read the shit fandom girlies read on ao3
boi no. go back while you still can. a good chunk of my answers are in the quads
500+ and i will NEVER use the âfor youâ page, this is the ONE place still left on the internet where i am ONLY presented with a selection of content from real people that i have personally chosen to view content from. If I want an algorithm to tell me what to look at (hint, i really donât) i can go literally anywhere else for that
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