#tw death threats

[notaplaceofhonour]

it’s october 7th. you hear about the attack by seeing people you followed glorifying the terrorist attack—a massacre, a pogrom—as victory & justified resistance, glorifying a terrorist group that was founded with the explicit intent to kill your entire people

you make a post in which you make it clear you support palestinians and oppose the ways israel has wronged them, explaining that the terrorist group is still not good. you know you will probably get some flacc from the pro-Hamas side, but naively underestimate how much.

you get thousands of notifications on that one post, the majority of them hateful comments.

some of the response is positive. multiple messages thank you for the post, expressing bafflement that it’s controversial.

a few Israelis are upset at the loaded language in your post, but explain their problems with it civilly. you called Israel “apartheid”. they ask you what apartheid laws Israel has. you admit you honestly don’t know.

your inbox is flooded with anonymous hate from anti-Israel leftists.

over the course of a few weeks you have received hundreds of death threats, a dozen rape threats. people accuse you of being pro-genocide. you’re a literal Nazi. you’re racist, you thirst for the blood of Palestinians. you’re brainwashed by propaganda, a shill for The Zionist Entity. a few of the hate messages are from literal Neo-Nazis; the overwhelming majority are from leftists, many of them queer.

you are considering suicide.

you see footage of the october 7th attacks. you see footage of the bombings in gaza. you see footage of a Jewish man being murdered at an anti-Israel rally.

a popular creator you follow posts in support of an antisemitic hate group that masquerades as a Jewish organization. this organization regularly posts blood libel and other antisemitic rhetoric, works with groups that are even more explicitly antisemitic, including celebrating October 7th, holocaust inversion, blood libel, “Khazar theory” and others. more than one of the orgs they work with is pro-Putin.

your former roommate liked the post.

graffiti appears on a street you frequent that says “#freepalestine” and “end settler colonialism”

the boyfriend of the friend you spent most of the summer with makes his first post about the war. it’s a reposted comic that mocks and downplays the october 7th attack.

you doubt he’ll be receptive to criticism. he’s shared leftist memes about “monied elites” pulling all the strings and evangelicals being modern day “pharisees” in the past, and getting him to understand why that was antisemitic was like herding cats. you try anyway.

another of his Jewish friends also pushes back. he smugly dismisses her, tells her she’s falling for Zionist propaganda and uses several antisemitic tropes. you go off on him. he just deletes your comment.

you give up. you’re done. you block him.

you see anti-Israel posters and billboards around town

you mention what happened with the guy you went off on to his girlfriend—the friend you’ve grown very close to, who you’ve been listening to as she unburdens her fears for the future and complains about her bf’s BS over the last year. she doesn’t respond to you.

a friend of a friend shares posts tokenizing fringe groups that spread blood libel and have collaborated with holocaust deniers. you know they don’t know what you know, so you explain what those groups are. they seem somewhat receptive, apologize, and take it down

the next day they share several more posts that dip into antisemitic tropes. you mention this to your mutual friend, that you’re worried about them being radicalized. you’re not sure how receptive they’ll be to continued criticism

you have a confrontation with the foaf. in the meantime they’ve shared even more antisemitic posts. they say they didn’t mean to cause you distress but instead of stopping they effectively block you.

the “end settler colonialism” vandalism has been counter-vandalized with the words “commie propaganda” in place of “settler colonialism”. you don’t know if this is an improvement.

a month passes. the friend whose bf you went off on still hasn’t spoken to you. you see she shared a post defending an SJP chapter that posted Nazi cartoon caricatures of Jews repurposed in “Anti-Zionist” memes. you unfriend her on all social media platforms but you can’t bring yourself to block her number.

you see a friend of someone whose couch you surfed when you were homeless harassing Jewish celebrities with “Free Palestine” comments. you block them.

you’ve lost count of how many people you’ve unfollowed or blocked, or who’ve blocked you. friends, content creators.

when a friend takes an unusually long time to respond you worry if it’s because of your posts about antisemitism.

most of the podcasts, youtube channels, and other content creators you regularly engaged with no longer feel safe. you wonder who will be next

a couple friends wish you a happy hanukkah. you don’t celebrate much aside from lighting the hanukkiah and making some latkes.

you see posts about a destroyed chabad menorah, antisemitic comments on Jewish celebrities’ Hanukkah posts.

your neighborhood is covered in pro-Palestine & anti-Israel posters. some are seemingly innocuous, some are JVP “not in our name” posters. some call for intifada. “globalize the intifada” “Zionists fuck off!” “solidarity means attack!”

a man kills himself shouting “free palestine”. you learn about his suicide by seeing posts from several popular accounts you followed glorifying it.

you follow a bunch of jewish accounts on social media and commiserate with them about everything happening

your jewish friends post screenshots of the dead man’s antisemitic, pro-Hamas views. you look at his reddit and find even more horrific shit: anti-Ukraine posts. mocking Zelensky. “elites” are “lizard people”; the only named individual he calls a lizard person is Jewish. you start to notice a pattern: a lot of the people he dislikes just so happen to be jews.

several people you know share a post glorifying this man’s suicide. most are acquaintances, one is someone incredibly important to you.

you wonder how they would respond to your suicide.

you tell the close friend that shared this post how it scares you. you show them the receipts of the man’s antisemitism. their response is a single sentence. they didn’t know about the antisemitism.

they don’t apologize.

you notice none of your irl friends, even your closest ones, interact with your posts about antisemitism. you are able to vent to a couple friends, but no one has reach out to you

you try not to read into it. you try not to take it personally.

you haven’t slept well in months. you’ve always been an insomniac but not like this. you’re not sleeping until 4am, 6am, even 9am. even when you get to bed at a decent hour and get a full night’s rest it takes you hours to get out of bed.

a few weeks go by. the friend with the single sentence response shares a post saying they’re excited and proud to join a group to help palestinians. you’re excited and proud for them.

a couple days later, they share a post about a fundraiser to help a palestinian family get out of gaza. you note to yourself this is a much more effective & less concerning form of activism than the pro-suicidal antisemite post.

your friend shares another post about the fundraiser. it’s a joint post between their group and another group.

you open the other group’s page

the page is just a wall of signs from rallies. you swipe through one after another: “from the river to the sea”, “by any means necessary”, justifying/denying the atrocities of october 7th, calling for violent revolution. anything done in the name of resistance can’t be terrorism, all Israelis are terrorists. Jews aren’t indigenous; they’re white colonizers. holocaust inversion. other vile, thinly veiled violent rhetoric

you feel sick to your stomach imagining talking to your friend about it.

you already feel like you’re burdening the few friends you can talk to about this. you already feel like you think about it too much, talk about it too much. but you can’t not think about it; it affects every aspect of your life.

you’ve filtered out relevant keywords on more than one social media site to avoid the worst of it. some still manages to leak through.

there isn’t a single friend you regularly interact with that you don’t fear the moment when they will switch from listening to your concerns to seeing you as the evil zionist or indoctrinated hasbaranik they’ve been warned about.

it’s not an irrational fear. it keeps happening. you knew it would then, and you were powerless to do anything about it before, and you continue to be as it happens again and again.

you don’t know what to do about any of it.

#idk just kinda wanted to document what this has been like all back to back #I know some of these on their own might come across as ​not that big of a deal but all together #they add up #tw for the all of it #cw trauma dump #antisemitism #i/p #tw suicide #tw suicidal ideation #tw death threats #tw rape threats #tw october 7th #tw terrorism

[corffee]

I wanted to take some time sharing my awful experience this this person in particular. The original post has an error that does not let me repost, like or even see the original poster’s account, that’s why I have screenshots.

So I never thought I’d be reminded of this asshole this year yet here I am. My work has also been used and uncredited by this guy last year. I commented on the first video where my art was used and uncredited asking to please not use my and others work unless it is credited or asked with permission. He replied with “my g”…..(istg).

So a month later he used the same work again with no credit nor permission. I commented asking if he was seriously using my work again without permission. The video that my work was in was filled to the brim with nsfw art and comics. It was gross and uncomfortable to see my comic being compared to that. My comic was just for laughs and for my Sonadow followers. And this jerk had to make it weird and extremely sexual. He replied trying to act innocent and saying that my work wasn’t in the video. He completely lied to me even though my work was right in front of me in the video. I even received a death threat from another commenter saying they have an organization that will k*ll me and take all my belongings cause they “don’t care.” How sweet-

After that, I stopped wasting my time with him and just continued on with my life. And of course he came back and made AN ENTIRE VIDEO about how my art “sucks ass” and that it’s stupid to give artists credit and ask permission. He uses the “copyright law” excuse to continue using art in his videos. He struggles throughout the video to give excuses and make points as to why it’s “stupid.” Honestly, the whole video is childish since most of the time he’s just swearing and saying f you to anyone that disagrees with him. He even says “Corffee? More like Crappy.” Oh I’m shaking in my boots right now.

Anyway, I hope people are informed enough about this child and help support artists who are affected by art theft and people like him. Peace.

#tw death threats #suicide mention #artist support #psa #important #art theft #stolen work #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #sonadow #sonic

[rottmnt-residuum]

part 9

oooo donnie fed up

⇇ | ⇽ | index | ⇾

#rottmnt #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt residuum comic #residuum #g #tw blood #tw paralysis #tw coercion #tw death threats #c

[bodhrancomedy]

What a wonderful morning I’ve had. Just the icing on the cake.

#deaf #queer #tw transphobia #tw homophobia #tw death threats

[drawbauchery]

I meant to send this like forever ago when it happened but I got busy and then forgot about it (opeskyopossum)

NGNSDKFLDN IT'S STILL FUNNY here i'll add the funky little message they deleted to complete the fray

....god dammit though i love the outfit you gave our boy

#opeskyopossum #submission #now in color #ryoma hoshi #tw death threats #just in case #i love that that guy popped up right after we talked about #all the tumblr drama escapades i've been on #they wanted y'all to be a part of something special

[its-target-official]

the next time someone says “womp womp” I’m gonna kill everyone in the room

#ooc target #tw death mention #tw violence #tw death threats #its a joke #but I just wanna be careful

[noctiispiri]

Alex @ Tim

#marble hornets #noris afterimages #I don't know if this is wildly inappropriate but its #i found it funny okay #i'll delete if its too much </3 #tw sui joke #tw death threats

[sister-lucifer]

kys bitchass

MY FIRST DEATH THREAT EVERYONE SAY AYOOOO

#EVERYONE CELEBRATE HAHA #IM HATED ON THE INTERNET FOR REALS !!! #YEEAAAAHHH #a milestone #tumblr milestone #tw death threats

[aroacesafeplaceforall]

The more followers this blog gets the less hate I get… it’s unusual… maybe they know not to be a fucking idiot with more eyes watching them?? Press x to doubt

#anon #hate #death threats #tw death threats

[shikariiin]

A warning to all!

Hi!!! I know it's not necessary, and I don't ever make a post about this, but I just want to give fair warning towards an account in tumblr that I'm pretty sure is a troll? If not it's a pretty sad of a person, by the username of skipo123.

As far as telling people to 'kys' and is very very much homophobic, often targeting those who humanize and/or ship engines, I've had my art reblogged too but it's not as bad as these ones below, they've been engaging in hate speech and overall blatant bullying in the thomas and friends fandom.

A fandom should be a place where people can express free creativity and building communication as long as it doesn't cross any moral lines (i.e pedophilia), people should be allowed to draw artworks that make them happy, Giving headcanons, shipping characters, and those who prefer sticking to the show's original content can do as so.

The reason why I'm posting this is because I don't want any of my followers to engage with this behavior as it would just make them more rambunctious, or even be hurt by them, please don't spread hate towards them, just block and move on, thank you! Below are some examples of said behavior :

#ttte #thomas and friends #thomas the tank engine #call out post #call out tw #tw death threats #tw homophobia

[nile-the-therian]

By me (because I'm way too tired of this)

#alterhuman #therian #therianthropy #stop therian hate #tw violence #tw kys mention #tw euthanasia #tw grooming #tw bullying #tw death threats #Tw national

[heyheydidjaknow]

I haven’t played this stupid game in 6 months. This is a sequel to Prospects, this time featuring Bailey.

Agreement

The envelope shook in your hand. “This should suffice.”

Bailey took it from you, not bothering to meet your eyes as she slit the top and took the slip inside. Whitney, dressed for the ride ahead— or fight; whatever came first— in his sweats and t-shirt, stood with his back to the door. Despite your assurance, he had insisted on sitting in on this final transaction as if the mountain of cash you had worked yourself ragged to obtain would not be enough to settle the score, as if your being there were not dependent solely on your value as a worker, as if Bailey— who now looked up at you over the check between her fingers and her half-rimmed glasses— would care beyond that if you were gone.

The ground swayed beneath your feet.

Bailey leaned back in her chair, gesturing to Whitney with the check. “This was your idea?”

You could not bring yourself to look back at him, but you could imagine his expression. It was the same as when you had when you had met Briar and Avery a few days before; cool, unflinching, as though you were an item at a pawn shop he was trying to get a good price on. You supposed you were, in a sense. “Yes.”

Bailey nodded slowly, taking in your figure, your stance. You squirmed under her gaze. “And the child’s yours, I take it?”

“Yes.”

She considered as much. “You know,” she mused, “your… what would the word be? Fucktoy?”

He scoffed. “For our purposes, property.”

“Oh, hardly.” She leaned her elbows on the desk, fingers lacing together under her chin. “Not officially at least, not until our terms are settled.”

“What terms are there to settle?” You picked at your cuticles, heart pounding in your throat. “Is that not how much—“

“That’s how much my best earner was worth before.” Her smile was sweet like cough syrup, sharp like whiskey. “I’m a businesswoman you understand; it would hardly make much sense for me to part with my greatest revenue stream for its raw material costs.”

You looked back at Whitney. He kept his eyes trained on the woman in front of you. “And how much would it take for you to part ways with your charge?”

She sighed in mock contemplation. “Oh, I don’t know.” She sucked her teeth. “Another fifty percent ought to do it.”

The words echoed in your ears. You swallowed back panic as you went back to staring at the floor.

“Fifty?” His sneer was audible. “The fuck you take me for?”

“Someone desperate.” She gestured to you. “Someone willing to take when they can get and leave.”

“A bitch, you mean.”

“So long as we’re being frank.”

“You—“

“Do you know how much that child is worth?” You shut your eyes as you felt her own take you in. “Do you know what sort of market you could appeal to with a matching set?”

You heard a rustling of cloth behind you. Whitney’s voice was as cheerful and bright as you had ever heard it. “So long as we’re considering the lives of people that matter,” he smiled, “I’m curious; how much is your life worth?”

There was a pause, a laugh from Bailey. “That bitch,” she sighed. “First that file—“

“This actually isn’t Laundry’s, surprisingly enough.” You heard the clinking of metal parts as he gestured to you. “Friend of a friend who lives in the country; I promised him the deed to this shithole if your position found itself empty.”

Despite yourself, you turned to face him. He held the pistol in his hand with the confidence of a man unfazed by its weight. In the back of your mind, you wondered if he would be tried if he went through with it, whether the cops would come or care or whether they would write it off as the result of one of Bailey’s “ungrateful brats”. You could not for the life of you decide which would be preferable.

“So,” he continued, finger twitching, eyes shining, “I think it best if we tried renegotiating terms.” He gestured to you. “Either you take the money and I take your cash cow off your hands—“ He steadied his aim, “— or I redecorate your office with your insides and you get to find out whether the contents of that envelope are worth shit in hell.”

You cast your gaze back towards her. Bailey looked between the two of you, lips pursed. “You’re more desperate than I thought.” She pushed her glasses up her nose and reached into her shirt pocket. “Let me give you some advice, kid.”

You shut your eyes again at the click of the safety. “Hands where I can see ‘em.”

She pulled out a carton of cigarettes, tapping one out and sticking it between her lips. “He isn’t a better person than I am, you know.” She took a lighter off her desk. “He’s not going to take better care of you than I am, isn’t going to wish you off to some fairy tale land where you’ll never know hardship; if anything, he’s going to fuck you over harder than I do.” She lit it, took a drag, smiled, exhaled.

“You fucking—“

“And you.” She pointed the cigarette at him. “Whitney, yeah? You think your life’s going to get better by being a father?” She leaned her head on her free hand. “I’ve been stuck with this job for thirty years now; the only thing that thing—“ she waved the cigarette in your belly’s general direction, “— is good for is an accessory to the walking ATM it’s stuck in.”

You could hear his voice shake; with what, you could not tell. “So help me God if you say one more thing about my fucking kid—“

“Let me say my piece.” She stood up, taking another drag and blowing it in your face. “If I were you,” she sighed, “I’d see if Harper couldn’t make an exception to get that thing out of you while it’s not breathing. Short of that, I’d ship it here.” She leaned forward, resting her hand on the surface of her desk. “But if I ever find your brat at my doorstep,” she promised, voice lowering, “if I ever see you or that thing here again, I’ll make your time here look like a stay at the Ritz-fucking-Carlton.” She stuck the cigarette back between her teeth, tilting your head up to look her in the eye. The resemblance between her and Whitney was apparent; you wondered if that was just what the eyes of monsters looked like. “I will make your child pay for however much you would have made me twofold, and I will sell their body— whole or piecemeal— to any dumb fuck who asks for what I’m sure will be a pretty young thing like them. Do you understand me?”

You could not breathe.

Her grip on your jaw tightened. “Are you deaf?” She brought you closer, and you whimpered at the sensation. “I asked you a question. Do you understand me or don’t you?”

You shut your eyes as her nails dug into your skin. You dug your own into your palm as you forced yourself to nod.

She kept you there a moment— for what, you did not know— before pressing a kiss to your forehead. Your eyes shot open, and you swallowed back tears— of relief, of sadness, of panic— as she released you, collapsing to your knees and gasping for air. “Good.” She took the check, slipping it into her pocket before sitting back down. “Leave before I change my mind.”

You pulled yourself to your feet, practically tripping over yourself to cling to Whitney. He glanced down at you, letting you bury your face into his shoulder as he took one last look at your former guardian. Wordlessly, he pulled the two of you out into the hallway, past the children gathered by the door, past the garden and Robin and the stairs and the threshold and finally, with a smile of untempered relief and satisfaction, across the street, into the truck parked there, and away from that miserable town, and as you watched the buildings you had come to know as parts of your home flew past, as you watched people you recognized from school rush into the forest and students— like you, you registered vaguely, desperate for money, for purpose, for anything— lean against street corners, you wondered if this would be any better, if this was more desirable, if this was emancipation or a different, crueler kind of ownership.

You mumbled a goodbye to the bus stop as it passed. Only then did the tears really start.

#degrees of lewdity whitney #degrees of lewdity #dol x reader #dol whitney #dol #whitney x reader #whitney the bully #bailey the caretaker #tw pregnancy #tw death threats #tw violence #tw gun #tw gun mention #Whitney is a good father agenda #female Bailey #male whitney #gn reader #this is the plot of careless whispers I think #angst #lowkey

[george228732]

The day I almost left the Kirby Fandom (and the internet in general)

It's hard to get this out but since I think it should be told, I'll shoot my shot here.

I am a shipper of certain ship that is basically the mainstream ship in the Kirby Fandom (We all know what that is), and we know the majority of the fandom ships this, but there are many people that dislike the ship (which shouldn't be a problem), for x or y reasons.

I've made some friends in the fandom which liked other ships which I don't have any problem with it, because those ships are fairly great too, but they all have expressed their hatred for that ship I talk about because ''It's so popular it hurts'' or ''It ruined the characters'' or outright homophobia, so it made me not want to tell what I shipped.

It came one day when I did fanart of that certain ship, and all of a sudden, those people don't talk to me anymore and days later, i get harrassed anonymously by I am gonna assume various accounts, because I don't really think the amount of harrassment I got would be reduced to 3 people making 30 accounts at once, and at this point, I just tried to pretend everything was okay and kept talking and stuff without putting much effort on what made me feel sad

It got to a point the next day where I just couldn't bear it anymore and decided to erase some of my accounts, but not my discord and tumblr because at least it seemed that the harrassment (ie, death threats and stuff) had stopped or at the very least, reduced.

I still remember that vividly to this day, and I dunno, seeing people that ship other stuff and throw shade at what I ship now feels like I am in the wrong here, and at this point, I still don't know

#kirby fandom #shipping #I didn't tell the names of the ships just because I don't want to cause hate in the community #but you should probably assume what I was sorta talking about #I am sorry #I am genuinely sorry #tw death threats #tw vent

[kriscommitscrimes]

duality of kris

#if u saw me just post this no u didnt #kris posting again! wahoo!! #new kris design. sorry #im SO happy with this one though its the first time im actually completely happy with their hair #and it doesnt take two hours to finish the lineart of this one #silly little soul design btw!! based off of bill cipher!! #been so long since i just drew them like. normal #eyestrain #tw knife #tw death threats #tw suicide mention #kris dreemurr #kris deltarune #kris #deltarune #deltarune fanart #fanart #utdr #utdr fanart #robindoodles

[ghostlyfirn]

redrew that one meme i drew over that my friend originally made 💀💀💀

might i just add. WOWIE the improvement between this one and the old one (below). woah.

drew this one back in august. hooh

#magolor #meta knight #taranza #lor starcutter #susie kirby #marx kirby #bandana dee #bandee #kirby #tw death threats #tw drugs #art #digital art #doodles #firn's doodles #firn's shitposts

[phatcatphergus]

If I see anyone upset with Tubbo leaving the stream for two hours I’m going to kill you on sight

#he’s going to put the time back I’ll bet you anything #tubbo #tubathon #tubathon Day 40 #tubbo liveblogging #tw death threats