As Timjer pointed out… now I’m going to say this just once so let’s try to pay attention shall with Smokety - I’m going to remind you of two tropes: “Beware the Nice Ones” and “To The Pain.” I am, ordinarily, the kindest, gentlest person you could ever meet, I have been disturbed upon, after trying to kill a fly with Windex, that 3 days later it was twitching in the bottom of my windowsill. Killing a fly, made me feel like a complete monster and a sociopath. When you drive someone like that into a proper rage, it means shit just got real.
If you harm anybody from the community, if you ever so much as evoke mala de ojo upon someone so much as perceived as LGBTQ+ whether they are or not…let’s just say “To The Pain” will be evoked. In the words that created that trope, do you know what a creative person, suitably inclined to believe their lives or the lives of loved ones, could do to you? Jigsaw would vomit, Liam Neeson’s character in the Taken series would tell ’em to dial it down a notch. “To the Pain” means invoking as much horrific damage as possible while leaving you alive.
But that won’t be necessary, because you’re nothing but a worthless keyboard warrior who feels safe, in his cozy sheltered basement, being fed by his mommy because he’s too much of a pathetic piece of garbage to even pretend at attempting to be a semi-functional human adult - or you’re some edge-lord 12 year old who, similarly, feels safe in your disgusting, shit-encrusted room reeking of piss, and thinks saying this shit’s funny. Your single greatest achievement in life will be feeding the roaches crawling on your body - either you’ll be food to them or you’ll be so toxic it’ll kill them and remove a few thousand roaches from the world - I’m not sure which I’d decide is better.. frankly I’d feel bad for the roaches. So live, live on, the best justice I can deliver to you is ensuring you live a long, long, LONG life, trapped in the hell made entirely by your own creation.