#DeathThreats

[bloghrexach]

“This happened after Israeli media and German politicians absurdly labeled my Berlinale award speech – where I called for equality between Israelis and Palestinians, a ceasefire, and an end to apartheid – as ‘antisemitic.’ The appalling misuse of this word by Germans, not only to silence Palestinian critics of Israel but also to silence Israelis like me who support a ceasefire that will end the killing in Gaza and allow the release of the Israeli hostages – empties the word antisemitism of meaning and thus endangers Jews all over the world.”

[usnewsper-politics]

Iranian Dissidents Targeted: Death Threats and Kidnappings by Iranian Government #deathsentence #deaththreats #internationalsupport #Iranianagents #Iraniandissidents #Iraniangovernment #IranianRevolutionaryGuard #kidnappeddissidents #MasihAlinejad #protectionofdissidents #RuhollahZam #spyaccusation

[synnthamonsugar]

My Therapist: The Drifter model from The Final Shape cutscene that looks like JD Vance isn't real. It can't hurt you.

The Drifter model from The Final Shape cutscene that looks like JD Vance watching me from the corner of my eye:

[fandomsfordays21]

I usually hate addressing drama on the internet, but I have to say something about this.

TW for ableism and brief mentions of abuse below

Some random user created an account JUST to hate on the Autistic Ink Sans headcannon. Not evening having any annoying "Reasons" like the person about the Trans Cross headcannon. They're simply just being ableist. As an Ink Sans fictionkin, one who has Autism and ADHD myself and who's neurodivergence is a big lead to the development of that kintype, it's really hurtful. They have not only called me a "retard" on multiple occasions but also made a post directly asking Jakei to kill of my Underverse counterpart because they "Don't see a use in having an idiotic retard like him still hanging around." (Their words)

I physically cannot put into words how hurtful this is, it harms me on a very deep and personal level with both how they're treating autistics in general, how they're treating Ink, and how the word "retard" is not only a slur towards autistic people and people with mental disabilities, but also a word that is a direct trigger due to multiple years of abuse I had to endure. This is the same reason I despise being called anything along the lines of "Psycho" or "Crazy" in a hateful setting.

Mind you, this person made an account specifically for this. There are no prior posts except for those related to things I've mentioned before, and they didn't even bother to put up a pfp or a banner... Just got right to posting hate.

I'm not going to drop the account name, because you'll know them if you see them, but I want you to be aware.

I now know there is at least one person out there who wants me dead just for existing. I knew this already, it was just a fact of life, but being struck in the face with it on such a personal level? On a site that's my safe place?

I haven't talked about all I want to about this, but I can't bring myself to, really. I'm just really tired of this shit and I am going to block this person asap.

[therekinperson]

you lose at smash bros every day

imstant sperratic death missile barrage

[p0rchc0ll4ps3]

okay going to be absolutely fucking real with yall: i really don't like it when the harry / jean relationship is depicted as them being rivals and fighting and arguing constantly. it's a VERY POPULAR portrayal of them, and it just totally rubs me the wrong way. A. because i can't see harry being nasty and mean and bitchy post-amnesia and B. because i can't see jean keeping up the front of hating on his best friend. they loved each other at some point, platonic or not. they were so tightly bound as brothers, and jean took care of him, and maybe harry did too. and now what. harry, who has reformatted his life to be KINDER and BETTER and NICER, just goes at it and is nasty mean to jean? and jean, who cares SO FUCKING MUCH for harry that it's tearing him apart and has sent him into a self-destructive downward spiral, would physically and willing constantly non-stop verbally and physically abuse his friend? and kim, who is a fucking professional, just lets them do this at the workplace??? nah man, it just doesn't sit right with me. it feels like sometimes ya'll use it as an excuse to hate on harry or to hate on jean

[gothmods]

And if expressing that you wish someone would die is consistantly treated as the same as a threat to harm that person

Then that is frankly an absurd moderation policy and sets a very concerning precedent

[gashface]

slaaaaay death-threats on dbd [DEAD BY DAYLIGHT] because I destroyed a team twice.

The first time, I played against them as the killer and killed their whole team, and they then tried adding me on steam, which I thought was harmless but in reality they wanted to challenge me again- for me to once again demolish them by killing every single one of them... LOL

[not my screenshot but just a good reaction photo as I was playing as Plague during this]

[cutting off their usernames as I don't encourage bad behaviour] ^ This is me though as I look slay ofc

Also, the grind towards killer rank 1 starts again, as rank reset happened three days ago sooo gotta grind

[baphometaverse]

It birthday

[shut-up-rabert]

This place is full of incels to the brim

[junodeaththreat]

#fwm

[metalbody]

guysss.. you should totally color my tree..

[mycelebrityandi]

Selena Gomez took to her story to defend Hailey Bieber and asked people to stop harassing her after she reached out to Selena saying she has been receiving death threats following their recent online fall out that took place a few weeks ago. #selenagomez #haileybieber #deaththreat #model #actress #singer #mycelebrityandi https://www.instagram.com/p/CqLXcdCoyVk/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ohlookitsthearkhamknight]

This. I’ve noticed i dont get much anymore.

You know, an interesting tumblr transformation that's happened gradually, and which I've seen no one talk about: ask-culture has essentially dropped off to nothing.

By which I mean, asks used to be WAY more of the tumblr economy. They used to be more common to send, and receive, and see. They were integral to the collaborative, forum-like behavior of old tumblr communities, not even to speak on the HUGE number of ask-blogs that used to exist to only be interacted with in ask-form.

I'm not saying this in a vying-for-attention way but instead in an observational way: I used to get way way more asks in like 2015, even with a fraction of my follower count. I wonder if it's due to the homogenization of social media sites? There's a lot more of this divide between "content creator" and "consumer" instead of just a bunch of peer blogs who would talk to each other. "Asks" aren't really a thing on twitter, are they? And as I understand it, the closest thing to an "ask" on instagram or tiktok would be a creator screenshotting some comment and responding to it in a new reel or video or whatever those content mediums are. Are asks just too tumblr-specific? Is that aspect of the site culture dying out as more and more people converge to using all their social media sites in the same way?

[vervainandspritz]

MORE GRATEFUL THAN THIS

Thomas Shelby x Reader

Warnings: smut, deaththreat, gun, breeding, swearing, name calling, unprotected sex, choking, mean Tommy, humiliation, degradation

A/N: send smut requests for Tommy

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"Tommy, please I need you" Y/N whimpered out, leaning forward on the desk in his office. Her hand curled around the edge of the desk, eyes silently begging him to give in to her needs. Thomas knew Y/N too well to not be aware of how.. insatiable she was getting whenever she was ovulating. The way she trembled lightly, pressing her thighs together never ceased to make him stiffen beneath his slacks.

Abruptly getting up, he immediately gripped the back of her neck in his grasp, circling the desk and standing by her side. His body firm against her soft skin. The room would be completely silent if it wasn't for her heavy breathing which made him chuckle darkly as his fingers tightened around her throat.

"So fucking needy, eh?" He hissed, pulling her against his firm chest. Tommy's look was... Quite unusual today. His suit jacket was off, his white elegant shirt was covered by a vest. The vest.. covered the holster and gun sitting neatly beneath the material. "Distracting, not letting me work," He purred louder, seeing how her cheeks turned red and her eyes became cloudy and only then did he loosen the grip on her throat just lightly.

"Please–fuck, please!" She squirmed, trying to see him over her shoulder but he didn't allow it, quickly pushing her down onto his desk, causing a few pens and papers to fall on the floor, but it wasn't enough to get her attention. The tingling between her legs was much more bothering, causing her to whimper over and over again as her knuckles turned white. "Tommy!"

He chuckled arrogantly behind her back, eyes moving down onto her covered bottom as one of his hands kept her face pressed down onto the dark wood.

"Shut up!" He barked, pulling her dress up in a rough, indelicate movement, baring her round ass for his eyes only. "After all, I'm doing you a favour. The least you could do is shut the fuck up," His tongue wrapped around the.. cruel words nicely, bringing out the intense accent even more than usual as he watched her try to rub her thighs together, seeking friction more desperately as his snarling came to her ears. Thomas' lips turned into a grin, knowing well how mean words worked her up. How easily influenced she was by his presence. He knew exactly what she wanted and needed, even if she wasn't aware just yet. ”Needy whore,” He growled, tugging on her hair as the other hand ripped her underwear, causing the cold air to hit her most sensitive spot.

The arousal, desire and longing for his touch quickly mixed with anger, hearing his words. Squeezing her thighs harder, Y/N finally managed to speak up.

”Maybe I–I should go somewhere else then, wouldn't have to look long!” She bit back with a snarl, feeling the way his fingers pulled on the makeshift ponytail harder out of nowhere. His hand shifted further, gripping her jaw and throat with one hand, as his body covered her own from the back, pressing her down.

Only then she felt his wet, hot manhood gliding between her legs while throbbing angrily. The warmth radiating off his skin was almost intoxicating and she let out a quick whine feeling the wide tip of his cock pressing against her lips, not enough to breach the opening. Her eyes fell shut weakly.

”Feel that?” He asked in a husky, low voice, every ounce of humour disappeared from his tone. Another hand snaked beneath her body, petting her pussy a couple times and causing her to squirm feeling the painful stimulation on her sensitive clit. Before she could let out any sound, her eyes rolled to the back of her skull as the desk jerked forward along with the hard thrust Thomas gave her, burying the entire length of his thick cock in her cunt with a growl. ”That's my cock, stretching your needy fuckhole. I thought I taught you to be more grateful than this, pet.” He purred into her ear, and Y/N could only moan loudly as she felt his movements behind her back.

”But it seems like you need a reminder, eh?” He let out a chuckle, and Y/N immediately turned stiff head to toe, as she felt the cold barrel pressing up against her temple. His hot breath coming in contrast to the cold metal, as he laughed arrogantly again, beginning to move his hips, stretching her tender walls and stuffing her full of him. Her orgasm began running towards her like a train just then, and the mix of emotions became so blurry, she could barely make anything out.

”Who does this naughty cunt belong to, pet?” He asked calmly, almost like he wasn't holding a gun to her head. Y/N's eyes watered as her heart pounded loudly in her chest, yet the heat pooling in her pussy was unmistakable, and she knew he felt that.

”Y–You, Tommy” She stuttered out as he fucked her a little harder, keeping a steady pace. She winced hearing the sound indicating his weapon is charged.

”You can do better than that, eh?” He kissed her cheek lightly, his lips softly pressing next to where the barrel remained snugly.

”It's yours, I'm yours, Tommy! I'm sorry!” She cried out quickly, starting to genuinely fear for her life as he chuckled once more.

Pressing his lips to the back of her head, he inhaled her scent, closing his eyes. Tommy's hips picked up at a fast pace, ruthlessly rutting into her wet heat, huffing and growling under his breath at how tightly her pussy gripped him, almost like it didn't want to let him go.

”Good girl. Good fucking girl” He purred, his right hand grasping her hips in a bruising grip, making her whine at the sting as he fucked her hard and fast, chasing his orgasm. The coldness at her temple was a reminder, as Thomas pressed the gun harder against her skin. ”Come for me, pet. Because you may not have the chance anymore.” His words were drained from any emotion, his hips pulling her own in tandem with his thrusts, pushing deeper than ever before. The fear in Y/N's mind increased the arousal, causing her to see starts in the pitch black of her eyelids as she cried out, tears spilling on her cheeks. Her weak voice kept begging him not to, repeating 'please' over and over as finally, he groaned out loud, pushing his cock snuggly against her cervix, getting as deep as physically possible.

...and then she heard it. His huff, followed by the cling of a gunshot... Of an empty barrel. No bullet coming out.

Y/N let out a shaky breath, laying completely still with her eyesight being a blurry mess, as she felt his cum filling her to the brim.

Thomas slowly raised from her back, supporting himself on his hands as he reached to his pocket, pulling out a handful. Slowly, one by one he let the bullets fall on the desk, causing her to wince at the loud sound as she looked to see what it was.

Her heart stopped for a second, realizing that he took the bullets out when she couldn't see, laying face down on the desk. Finally, she managed to let out a sigh of relief, visibly relaxing. Tommy chuckled, seeing it before he leaned down, leaving little pecks on her cheek.

”You're welcome, Mrs. Shelby”

...and Y/N couldn't help but smile, trying to catch her breath as her husband pulled back, causing his cum to trickle down her legs.

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