#Nazi Punching

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Mad props to Steve Purcell for these timeless ilustrations of Nazi Punching.

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Rocky Road

Rated: M

Pairing: Stony, Steve/Tony

Summary: Tony Stark has been kidnapped... again. This time is different that the others, though, because his kidnappers are not interested in a ransom. They mean to kill him. His only hope rests upon the smashed smartwatch on his wrist that doesn't seem to want to work. When a call finally goes through, it's to the last person in the world he wants to talk to. His ex-boyfriend, Grant Stevens, who he put in his phone as FuckHead.

Warnings/Tags: Lots of cussing, AU, Identity Porn, Secret Identities, Steve Rogers goes Feral, Protective Steve, Kidnapping, Torture, Violence, Nazi Punching, The Nazis got spanked in this one, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, HEA

Tony Stark was having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. Which was an understatement of the highest order. The thought caused a laugh to bubble up in his throat, immediately followed by a pained wheeze as his bruised ribs pulsed sharply in protest. He clenched his fingers into fists, trying to work  the blood back into the numb and bloodless digits. They were cold, numb, and slick with what he strongly suspected was his own blood. The chains holding his arms aloft rattled, a sickening slide of metal against metal in a tinkling high note,  interrupted only by the haggard sound of  his choppy and erratic breaths.

He had been kidnapped. Again.

Which in and of itself wasn’t a big deal. At twenty two, and growing up as the son and heir of  the late and lauded Howard Stark, Tony had been kidnapped at least half a dozen times at this point in his life. He knew what to expect from his captors at this stage in the game, just as he knew how these things typically played out. There was a very basic formula to kidnappings that Tony had learned around the tender age of nine years old. They had a pattern, a common thread.

The problem was, this wasn't like all of the other times. 

Tony had been abducted from his campus apartment (where he had been halfway through a pint of Rocky Road ice cream thank-you-very-much), beaten into unconsciousness, had a burlap sack pulled over his head, and was thrown in the back of a trunk and trussed up like a Christmas Turkey. 

Or, at least, how he would have imagined a Christmas Turkey would be trussed up. 

He really  wouldn't know, his parents had rarely been around for Christmas, let alone Christmas dinner. There was always some sort of charity event, or meeting, or party to which Tony was never invited. And that was all a part of a very sad and very tragic childhood, blah, blah, blah. He likely needed therapy. Maybe. Anyway, it didn't matter as he had other, very pressing, concerns at the moment.

Because the kidnapping had taken a very sharp, very unexpected, turn. Usually he was blindfolded, smacked around a little bit, and bound. Sometimes it was to a bed, sometimes to a chair, or even a couple of times to a radiator. He had been bound with rope, handcuffs, duct tape and on one notable occasion a biker’s sweaty leather thong. That thing had been bedazzled, and had smelt exactly like one would imagine a three hundred pound man’s used leather thong would smell like.

Ass. 

It smelt like swamp ass. Tony sometimes still gagged, years later, just thinking about it. Now if a therapist could erase that image from his past, and the phantom smell that came with it, Tony would pay an arm and a leg for the privilege. 

Over time, while waiting for the ransom or the authorities, he usually developed a rapport with his kidnappers. Because he was Tony Stark. Charming, funny, and flirtatious. The last couple of  times he had been able to convince his kidnappers to let him go. Because despite his faults, when he wanted to be, Tony was very likable.

 But not so much this time.

Never had his kidnappers been so brutal in their violence right from the get go. The scent of brine and iron was heavy in the air even through the thick burlap sack covering his face. He could smell the sharp astringent scent of bleach, but even through that he could smell that earthy iron tang. They dragged him, kicking and thrashing, across rough cement floors before they frog marched him through a doorway. 

Cold air had slapped at the skin of his bare arms, raising immediate goosebumps, as his feet slipped over a wet and smooth surface. He was turned around, handcuffed with his arms in front of him, and then his arms were being lifted above him. The cuffs attached to a hook and chain that brought him all the way up to his tip toes.

When they jerked the sack off of his head his heart stopped beating in his chest. He was in a meat processing plant. In the cold locker. Row upon row of dead cow and pig carcass hung around him. The ribs a bright white contrast against the deep red of their gaping raw  flesh. 

“Frightened? You should be, little Starkling.” The rough voice had him jerking his head to the right where a handful of men stood. Dressed in head to toe in all black, with black ski masks pulled over their faces that did nothing to hide the hard and soulless glint in their eyes, they stood loosely in a triangle formation.

“The boss is going to be here very soon. He wants to see to you personally. Settle an old score, he said.” Tony watched as his kidnapper’s lips quirked up into a mean smile, a gnashing of teeth.

“Before he gets here though, he said we could tenderize you a bit.”

What happened from there on out was probably the worst twenty minutes of Tony’s life. Twenty minutes of fists cracking into his unprotected flesh. His stomach was a solid and perfect ache. His mouth was drooling blood and he could no longer see out of his left eye.

Tony knew how to take a beating. He was a scrappy fighter, used to taking his hits and dealing his own. But this went beyond any experience the young Stark had ever had. Instead of focusing on the pain of his beating, the name calling and taunts, he had let his overactive, too engaged mind float above the haze of pain. He practiced writing code in his mind for the new robot that he was building in his lab. The drum of fists on his flesh a distant background noise. 

When they finally left him, battered and bleeding, he had nearly sobbed with relief. It didnt matter that he was in a fucking refrigerator. Surrounded on all sides by dead carcasses. A foreshadowing of events to come. One didn't need to be a genius or a whiz kid to know what was going to happen next. Likely his Dear Old Dad had pissed off the wrong people. And since Howard Stark had kicked the bucket last year, he wasn't around to take vengeance upon. So they had settled for the next best thing. 

Him.

There was no universe in which he was walking out of this meat locker alive. He swallowed sharply, blood gurgling on the hard breath he exhaled. He raised his head just enough to look around the room with his good eye. He let the seconds tick by into minutes, with only the sound of the cold air vents rattling above him, and his own labored breathing filling the room. 

Swallowing down the blood that coated the back of his throat from what was likely a broken nose, Tony took a risk. 

When they had broken his door down and stormed into his living room with weapons blazing, his captors had wasted no time in stripping him of his phone, crunching it beneath a hard booted heel. To be honest, at the time, he had been more upset about the carton of ice cream being ripped out of his hands, the spoon clenched stubbornly in one fist. The least they could have done was let him eat that spoonful. That too had been thrown to the wayside. What those irritating, violent, thugs had forgotten to do was to take his smart watch.

He tilted his head up to stare at his bruised wrist, his thundering heart beating a cacophony in his ears. When his gaze fell upon the shattered screen, his heart stopped. 

No. No, no, no, no, no. It was literally his one saving grace. His one last hope. And it was broken.

His tongue darted out nervously to wet his swollen lower lip, wincing as even that small movement sent sharp pains shooting through his body. He knew his teeth were loose. He could feel them shifting beneath the gentle prod of his tongue. 

“S-Siri.” Tony whispered, his voice cracking. Hope flared briefly when half the screen lit up. 

“Siri - call 9-1-1.” 

Nothing.

“Siri, call emergency services.”

Nothing. He wasn't going to cry. He was not going to cry.

“Siri…call Rhodey-Bear.” His voice cracked at the mention of his best friend’s name. The screen remained half lit. 

“Siri you piece of - I should have upgraded you when I had the chance. Siri, please, please call Rhodey-Bear.” The affectionate nickname for his long time friend and military brat had been loaded into his phone years ago. Rhodes hated it, would often roll his eyes and give Tony a droll stare before slinging an arm around his neck and tucking him down so that he could deliver a noogie. 

Radio silence.

“Siri - Call Uncle Obie-wan.” His adoptive Uncle Obidiah was, at this point, quite used to the star wars quotes and puns Tony threw his way. Tony was a bit of a Star Wars nerd, and loved making puns. 

“Please work. Please work.” Tony was panting, desperation stealing the air from his lungs more effectively than those blows to his chest and stomach ever could. Frustration knitted his brow as blood trailed down the side of his face from a head wound. He was pretty sure one of those bastards was wearing rings. The screen remained blank. His shoulders slumped in defeat.

“Jesus. Siri - Fuck”

“Dialing Fuckhead.” Siri’s melodic monotone announced softly. Tony felt his one good eye go wide with shock. A mixture of elation and dread rocked him in the chest. 

Because yes, while he had finally gotten the damn fucking watching to work, it had called the last person on this earth that he wanted to speak to right now. The reason he had been home on a saturday night, in his ratty old captain america pajamas, watching re-runs of the golden girls and determinedly making his way through a carton of ice cream. He had reached that point in the carton where most of it was gone - and he had mentally committed to polishing off the whole thing. A promise was a promise, even if that promise was made by himself to himself. Still counted. 

Fuckhead was none other than Grant Stevens, his ex-boyfriend. Or ex almost-boyfriend. They had been taking things slow at the time, despite Tony’s impatience in wanting to climb that beautiful piece of man meat like a hyper squirrel climbs a tree, because Grant wanted to get to know him first. Wanted to be a gentleman, or traditionalist. It had seemed so old fashioned, a little out of touch, but unbearably sweet. He held Tony’s hand, as if he were delighted at the privilege to do so. They ate picnic lunches in the park and fed the ducks slivered grapes, and they talked about everything and nothing for hours at a time. They went to the movies a soda and a tub of popcorn. And also, afterwards at his doorway, some buttery kisses that left him breathless and aching. They went to Art exhibits, and Tony delighted in watching the way Grant’s eyes would light up as he pointed out his favorites and explained why and what the artist was trying to capture or say in their piece. They went to museums together, and Grant didn't once tell him to shut up or roll his eyes at the things Tony found fascinating. He merely tucked him under his arm and let Tony go on about the space trivia. Like the massive cloud of alcohol in a far, far, away galaxy that was 1000 times larger than the diameter of their solar system. It had enough ethyl alcohol to fill 400 trillion pints of beer. Grant always listened to him, when others would groan and roll their eyes. He had asked questions that let Tony know he was engaged. The warmth that the simple act filled within him was astounding. But they hadn’t done more than kiss and some over the clothes petting that had made Tony so hot and shivery and aching for his gentle artist. 

Which would have been fine. Tony had been head over heels for the hot, buff, artist he had literally run into at the park. He would have likely done whatever Grant had asked him, with those earnest clear blue eyes and that broad perfect smile. Now all Tony wanted to do was punch him in his perfect teeth. 

Because Grant wasn't a struggling artist. Far from it. 

Struggling artists couldn't afford two mortgages.

Grant was married. To a woman. With kids. Somewhere out there in the world was a Mrs. Stevens that did not know her husband led a double life where he picked up young, dumb, twinks and made them fall madly in love with them.

Whatever. 

In any case, Grant didn't know he had this number. His cell phone number. His actual cell phone number, the one that Tony had used one fateful afternoon and accidentally called Grant’s wife. 

Tony closed his one good eye, torn between desperately hoping that Grant would pick up the phone (when he never had in the past), and fervently praying he would not. Because his broken, angry, heart still hadn’t healed from the betrayal. Hence the Rocky Road.

The phone rang once. 

Twice.

Three times. 

Oh Goodie. He was going to die a highly violent and painful death, and all because his fuckhead of a sort-of-ex-boyfriend who his dumb stupid heart was still in love with wouldnt pick up the phone. He didn't know what he was expecting. Grant had never picked up the phone even when they had been seeing each other. He was hard to get in touch with at the best of times, would leave and be gone at all hours of the night, and sometimes disappear for what ranged from a couple of days to a week. And there were always excuses about overnight Art Shows.

Sure. 

He would be kicked to voicemail soon, Tony knew. That’s usually how it worked when-

“Rogers speaking.” The hard, unfriendly, voice sounded vaguely threatening. Tony wheezed in a breath. Because it was definitely Grant's voice, sounding so unlike the man that he had known. And despite his best intentions, his heart gave another painful squeeze in his chest. He wasn't sure what hurt more right now - his body or his heart.

“God, Grant, is anything about you actually real?” Tony hissed through clenched teeth. He hadn't even known the man’s real fucking name. Because of course not. He wouldn't want the fact that he was sleeping with a nerdy little twink from MIT to get back to his wife. 

“...Tony? How…how did you get this number? It’s unlisted. It should be impossible for you to fin-” 

“Not when you leave it on your living room table while you’re taking a shower. The passcode was 1234, which is like…seriously? I mean I swear sometimes it’s like you’re someone’s 70 year old grandpa, which is so -It doesn't matter, Grant. Or Rogers. Or whatever the hell your n-name is.” Tony’s breath hitched, the chains above his head rattling as his toes strained to bear the weight of his body. 

“Tony, are you okay? Where are you?”

Tony swallowed tasting blood as his eyes burned with tears. Because Grant- or Rogers, rather - sounded so fucking concerned. Like he cared. And for just the briefest of moments he was pulled back in time. Back to the studio apartment in Boston, laying on the couch with his head pillowed in Grant’s lap and those calloused, thick, fingers running idly through his hair. For a moment he could feel the warmth of the late afternoon sun kissing his skin as it filtered in through the floor to ceiling window of Steve’s apartment. He could still smell the sweet hint of his cologne mixed with the clean scent of the ivory soap he used in the shower. He remembered the taste of his lips, the texture of Grant’s stubble rasping against the sensitive skin of his neck. The salty, clean, taste of his skin. The barrel chested laugh that filled the room and echoed back into Tony’s chest until he felt surrounded by the warmth of Grant’s affection. Mostly he remembered how safe he had felt in Grant’s arms. Like nothing could hurt him. Like he could be himself, for once, without fear.

He’d been so stupid. So fucking stupid. To think that anyone could love just Tony.

“I’m not…I’m not okay. No. I need you to call the police. My watch is broken and this is the only number that worked-”

“Slow down Tony, what’s going on? Why do you need me to-”

“I’ve been kidnapped. They grabbed me out of my apartment. Uh, I think I’m by the water somewhere. Like a dock maybe? I could smell the ocean when they pulled me out of the trunk.  It’s a meat processing plant. It…It’s not like the other times. I think they’re going to kill me.”

“What do you mean the other times? Who’s going to kill you? Why would anyone want to kill you?” The bewilderment in Roger’s voice was genuine. Guess he wasn't the only one keeping important secrets about his identity.

“I - my last name isn't Jarvis.” He felt the flush creeping up his neck at the admission. “It’s Stark.”

A shocked silence came from the other line.

“Tony…Stark, as in Howard Stark’s son?” Roger’s voice sounded choked, strangled. There was a burst of laughter in the distance, and then a rush of hissed whispers Tony couldn't make out. 

“The one and only.” Tony sighed, his voice soft and slipping steadily into defeat as Steve cursed softly in the background. “Listen. I - I don’t think I have much time left. They said they were waiting for the boss to get here. You need to call the cops. I can’t -” His head was spinning, his mouth was cottony, his heart was a pounding tattoo in his head. 

“Hey, listen to me. It’s okay. We’re tracking your location right now. We’re on our way, okay, Tony? Just breathe for me. That’s it. You’re doing good sweetheart. We’re about ten minutes away from your location, okay? Help is on the way.  Did they hurt you?”

Tracking his location? On the way? What was an artist going to do against these trained killers? Who was this we?

Tony cleared his throat. “Yes. They did. I need you to hang up and call the police. Don’t come here. These guys are the real deal, they’ll kill you too.” He paused. “But before … before you hang up I just wanted to, uh, So…look. I don’t know…I don’t know if they're going to get here in time. If something happens to me…can you tell Rhodey I love him? And…” here it was. His opportunity. 

The only one that he had left, really, to gain closure.

 “You tore my fucking heart out Gra- Rogers. And I fucking hate you so much for it.” His eyes burned with tears, trickling painfully from the corners despite his best intentions to stop them from falling.

“So fucking much.” His whisper was a wet sound, threaded through with the broken notes of heartache.

“But I want to…to thank you. Because despite how messed up everything got between us…Some of my happiest memories are in that studio apartment. When we were together you made me f-feel special.” he swallowed thickly again. “Like I was worth something, you know?”

“Tony- don’t do this. You’re not going to die -” 

“But I am. Or I might. And I just…just wanted to let you know that I know. I know you’re married-”

“Married? Wait a second, no Tony, I’m not-”

“I fucking talked to her Grant! It doesn't matter. The you being married with kids thing. It's not- it’s not important right now. I just wanted to thank you. For the good times. For taking me on those dates, for holding my hand and putting up with my shit. For listening to me when I talked science or Star Wars and how hot Ewan Mcgregor is, or talking about my day and my dad or how swoon worthy Captain America is.” There was a strangled sound that came through the other end of the line. 

“I just…just want to thank you for caring. Or at least for making it feel like you did. Even if you’re a closeted fuckhead.”

“Tony- I’m not- I don’t - none of that is true. I can explain everything, I think?, when I see you. Just hang in there.”

Tony let out a hysterical laugh. It bubbled up out of his chest and bounced off the steel walls and floors of the meat locker. He looked upward, at the chain above him, his toes cramping and shoulders aching at the strain his body weight was putting on them.

“I am literally doing just that, Rogers. Hanging in a meat locker from a chain in the ceiling. Call the cops. This is too-”

Tony never got the chance to finish that sentence. The door to the room swung open with a sucking hiss, a cloud of fog forming and obscuring his vision for a moment. A tall, broad, figure stepped through the fog. Tony couldn't help the way his guts cramped and twisted, the air in his lungs seizing, as an older man in a bespoke suit cut his way across the meat locker floor. He stiffened his jaw, exhaling slowly through his mouth. He could do this. He could totally do this. 

“Ah, it’s about time you got here.” Tony said, his voice bored and tone droll. “The accommodations here are the pits. Terrible service, really. Are you the manager? I’d like to speak to the manager.”

The man that stood before him looked to be in his late forties with hard blue eyes and white blonde hair. His skin held a pale, reddish, hue, bleached of color save for the large black mole that bobbed right above his lip. 

“Ahh, the infamous Tony Stark. Such a joker. I’ve heard that about you. It is, indeed, a pleasure to have you here. Finally. I’ve been trying to reach you-”

“-about my extended warranty? Yeah, heard that one before. Got the t-shirt and the ten thousand in credit fraud.”

“-for quite some time now. You’re a hard young man to get a hold of. So smart, so stubborn. It is too bad that your father left you in this position, no?” The man’s voice had a thick German accent. What was his father doing putzing around with guys like these? Though, to be honest, Tony wasn’t surprised. Howard Stark had been up to his elbows in some shady shit. Sure he had tried to turn it around in his later years, get on the path of the slightly straight and narrow, but by that time it was too late. People didnt like to be fucked over. They didn't like having their weapons dealer close up shop to sell exclusively to the US government. 

“Yeah, my Dad sucks. Sucked. Whatever.” Tony shifted slightly, a cramp tearing across his thigh as the muscle began to tremble and spasm in protest.  

“I hear you’re to take over SI in a few months.” The mob boss smiled, all teeth, that reminded Tony vaguely of some sort of shark.  “Perhaps we can arrange a mutually beneficial partnership.” 

“Wow…is this a negotiation? Where did you go to business school - The Institute of The Third Reich?”

“Enough!” a hard palm crashed into Tony’s already bruised cheek, blood exploded in a wash across his tongue. 

“Ah, fuck.” he whispered, spitting a glob of blood out of his mouth. He raised his head slowly to meet the eyes of his captor, defiance and anger burning hot in his gaze and the stubborn line of his jaw.

“You will either work with me, young Stark, or you work against me. And I am a man who does not have very many enemies…left alive.”

Tony couldn't help the way his lip curled upward into a semblance to a snarl. “Yeah, as fun as this has been, that’s a hard pass from me. I’m not my father and assholes like you will never get your filthy hands on my tech.”

Stark men are made of Iron.

He watched the ugly sneer twist across his captor’s face. “If you will not serve me in life, Anthony Stark, then you will serve me in death. I think leaving your lifeless corpse on your acting CEO’s doorstep will be message enough, no? Somehow I doubt he will have the same moral  compunctions you do.”

Tony took a sharp breath and clenched his teeth.

“Bring me my tools.” He barked sharply, over his shoulder, before turning back to Tony with a malicious smile on his pale, cold, face.  “It is fitting we are here. Surrounded by livestock. Do you know what they do to the bulls to improve their marbling? Make their meat more tender?”

Tony felt the blood drain from his face. The chains above him began to rattle ominously as he entire body started to shake.

His captor smiled that shark tooth smile as a surgical table was wheeled in front of him. A cloth wrapped bundle lay on the table. With a deliberate slowness he unwrapped that bundle, flicking it open with a barely disguised disdain. Sharp surgical knives and blades gleamed in the suddenly too-bright fluorescent lights. Tony could feel his vision start to narrow as his captor held up a large hand held tool that looked like a clamp. It was an emasculator. 

“Yes, I see that you do know. They castrate them, Anthony. It helps with behavioral problems too, I hear.” The man smiled thinly before nodding once toward him. Two goons peeled off the walls where they had been standing sentinel and approached him.

“Don’t touch me! Get your fucking hands off of me!” Ignoring the added strain it put on his wrists, Tony lifted his bare feet up off the floor and kicked. He caught one guard in the groin and the other in the solar plexus. But he was only one man against many, and his hands were tied. An enraged cry left him as his thrashing legs were captured, his Captain America pajama bottoms torn down his legs until they hung around his ankles.

Tony grunted, panicked, as the boss approached him. He was naked from the waist down, his legs captured and his arms chained above him. He was literally defenseless and couldn't stop what was about to happen even if he wanted to. 

“When we are done here, I am going to take your testicles, Tony. As a memento of our time together.”

“Look if you wanted to touch my balls so bad, you could have just asked. Honestly, a bottle of wine and some frozen pizza would have done the trick. This has been the weirdest Grindr date I’ve ever-”

Tony’s breath wheezed out of him as a fist buried itself into his bruised stomach.

“Enough, Stark. Hold him.”

And then there was a strange man’s hand on his dick, lifting it up and away, and another one on his sack, tugging his nuts that were trying their hardest to climb back up into his body down and pulling taut. 

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Tony was shaking, his vision whiting out and narrowing at the cold press of metal against his skin. His most tender bits. His baby makers. Unbridled terror stole his breath.

This was it. This was the start of the end.

And then the world around him was shaking, the building trembling as an explosion ripped through it. His legs were dropped, the emasculator fell to the ground with a clatter that echoed in Tony’s oxygen starved brain. The sweetest sound he had ever heard. He was finally able to suck in a breath of air as the sound of bullets and screams of pain and agony tore through the building. 

“What is that!” The boss sounded furious, his back to Tony.

Thank. Fuck. Tony had the one, clear thought, before he vomited all over the floor.

_______________________________

Steven Grant Rogers was having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. 

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Sunday Sub-Mariner's World

U-Man or Meranno

Retconned Golden Age foe who sided with the Nazis and Axis against Namor.

Created by Roy Thomas and Frank Robbins, U-Man's first appearance was in Invaders 3.

#Namor #Sub-Mariner #U-Man #Meranno #OHotMU #Sunday #Sunday Sub-Mariner's World #OHotMU 89 Update 8 #Namor Foe #Invaders #Nazi Punching

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#Nazi punching #Nazi 🥊 #👨🏻🥊 #anti fascist #punch a Nazi #move closer

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since we now know that all those "my blog is safe for Jewish people" posts are bullshit, here are some Jewish organizations you can donate to if you actually want to prove you support Jews. put up or shut up

FIGHTING HUNGER

Masbia - Kosher soup kitchens in New York

MAZON - Practices and promotes a multifaceted approach to hunger relief, recognizing the importance of responding to hungry peoples' immediate need for nutrition and sustenance while also working to advance long-term solutions

Tomchei Shabbos - Provides food and other supplies so that poor Jews can celebrate the Sabbath and the Jewish holidays

FINANCIAL AID

Ahavas Yisrael - Providing aid for low-income Jews in Baltimore

Hebrew Free Loan Society - Provides interest-free loans to low-income Jews in New York and more

GLOBAL AID

American Jewish Joint Distribution Committee - Offers aid to Jewish populations in Central and Eastern Europe as well as in the Middle East through a network of social and community assistance programs. In addition, the JDC contributes millions of dollars in disaster relief and development assistance to non-Jewish communities

American Jewish World Service - Fighting poverty and advancing human rights around the world

Hebrew Immigrant Aid Society - Providing aid to immigrants and refugees around the world

Jewish World Watch - Dedicated to fighting genocides around the world

MEDICAL AID

Sharsheret - Support for cancer patients, especially breast cancer

SOCIAL SERVICES

The Aleph Institute - Provides support and supplies for Jews in prison and their families, and helps Jewish convicts reintegrate into society

Bet Tzedek - Free legal services in LA

Bikur Cholim - Providing support including kosher food for Jews who have been hospitalized in the US, Australia, Canada, Brazil, and Israel

Blue Card Fund - Critical aid for holocaust survivors

Chai Lifeline - An org that's very close to my heart. They help families with members with disabilities in Baltimore

Chana - Support network for Jews in Baltimore facing domestic violence, sexual abuse, and elder abuse

Community Alliance for Jewish-Affiliated Cemetaries - Care of abandoned and at-risk Jewish cemetaries

Crown Heights Central Jewish Community Council - Provides services to community residents including assistance to the elderly, housing, employment and job training, youth services, and a food bank

Hands On Tzedakah - Supports essential safety-net programs addressing hunger, poverty, health care and disaster relief, as well as scholarship support to students in need

Hebrew Free Burial Association

Jewish Board of Family and Children's Services - Programs include early childhood and learning, children and adolescent services, mental health outpatient clinics for teenagers, people living with developmental disabilities, adults living with mental illness, domestic violence and preventive services, housing, Jewish community services, counseling, volunteering, and professional and leadership development

Jewish Caring Network - Providing aid for families facing serious illnesses

Jewish Family Service - Food security, housing stability, mental health counseling, aging care, employment support, refugee resettlement, chaplaincy, and disability services

Jewish Relief Agency - Serving low-income families in Philadelphia

Jewish Social Services Agency - Supporting people’s mental health, helping people with disabilities find meaningful jobs, caring for older adults so they can safely age at home, and offering dignity and comfort to hospice patients

Jewish Women's Foundation Metropolitan Chicago - Aiding Jewish women in Chicago

Metropolitan Council on Jewish Poverty - Crisis intervention and family violence services, housing development funds, food programs, career services, and home services

Misaskim - Jewish death and burial services

Our Place - Mentoring troubled Jewish adolescents and to bring awareness of substance abuse to teens and children

Tiferes Golda - Special education for Jewish girls in Baltimore

Yachad - Support for Jews with disabilities

#atlas entry #please add any more you know of an especially add fundraisers for you or people you know #if there are any fundraisers for synagogues please add those as well #jew #jewish #judaism #jumblr #punch nazis

[wilwheaton]

The grifters that make up the troll-industrial complex are not okay. "One can see the sheen of desperation in the world of self-identified conservatives who make a living by "triggering" the liberals. The usual dose of outrage bait isn't working as well any longer, so the right-wingers are escalating the provocations. Tucker Carlson, for example, gave a glow-up interview with manosphere "influencer" Andrew Tate, who is being held in Romania on charges of sex trafficking and rape. Daily Wire anti-trans provocateur Matt Walsh is selling plushies of himself clad only in a diaper, which he encourages people to give to children. Daily Wire founder Ben Shapiro, on the other hand, made a nearly hour-long video tantrum about "Barbie," complete with setting the dolls on fire. The clawing need to get attention from progressives seems to be driving these engagement farmers a little nuts, as they up the weird-and-evil ante, hoping to get those precious clicks and plays. [...] "The escalation of shock value tactics, on both the right and the pretending-not-to-be-right political classes, are likely rooted in the same cause: The slow motion collapse of Twitter, now rebranded "X," under the leadership of Tesla CEO Elon Musk. While these folks have various outlets, both in the media and social media, ultimately their business model of trolling depends heavily on Twitter. "Grifters need people to harass and a mainstream discourse to counter. As traffic takes a nosedive and Twitter becomes less a part of the conversation, it's going to be harder for these folks to make money," Melissa Ryan, a strategist who helps counter online disinformation, told Salon.

"They need us. We don't need them:" The fall of Twitter is making the trolls and grifters desperate

The clawing need to get attention from progressives seems to be driving these engagement farmers a little nuts, as they up the weird-and-evil ante, hoping to get those precious clicks and plays.

[...]

"What Musk has proven through his actions and his statements is that he's committed to serving the trolls and the fraudsters first and the ordinary good faith users second," explained Brian Hughes of American University, who is the co-founder of the Polarization and Extremism Research and Innovation Lab (PERIL). But, he noted, Musk is "blinded by his own ideology" and can't see how this is backfiring. "As normal people, for lack of a better term, continue to leave Twitter, that's actually going to cause probably a reduction in the use of the platform by these trolls and these fraudsters. They don't have their audience of targets that they need," he continued.

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HAHAHAHAHAHA die mad about it, trolls. Full offense.

#fuck elon musk #delete twitter #fuck republicans #keep punching nazis #twitter is a nazi bar

[boldlygoingtohell]

In a weird way, as a Jew, I can kinda take Normal Antisemitism™️.

I mean, I understand where right-wing racists are coming from when it comes to their antisemitism. At the end of the day, theirs just comes from fear, replacement theory, etc… It’s easily identifiable. 2+2=4. Yea its shitty, but I see how they got from A to B and it’s a straight line.

But left-wing antisemitism?? Like, how does that happen? I thought the left was about supporting minority groups, encouraging them to speak and be heard. But all I’m seeing from leftists these days (I myself being super fucking liberal, left, etc…) is just waves and waves of antisemitism. And yes it has to do with Israel, but these people are incapable of criticizing the Israeli government without going “all Jews are responsible!” in the process. It's infuriating.

Are all the the world’s Jews, millions of which live OUTSIDE of Israel, now responsible for Israel’s actions? I'M a stupid American! I’ve never even BEEN to Israel, much less know the intricate details of a geo-political conflict whose complexities go willfully unlearned by armchair activists in favor of yelling in all caps for 140 characters.

But what really gets me, and I mean REALLY get me about the whole situation, is the hypocrisy.

Remember how awful it was when we saw waves of Islamophobic hate crimes after 9/11, American Muslims with no ties to al-Qaeda being targeted for the faith those terrorists claimed to represent?

Or do you remember standing against the wave of anti-Asian hate crimes that was spurned on by COVID falsehoods? The “China virus” as Trump so eloquently put it? You remember being pissed about that, not blaming Asian Americans but standing with them against hate?

And hell, I’ve heard there has been a rash of Islamophobic attacks again because of the Israeli-Gaza conflict. That’s fucking awful, and I will stand against that bull shit because it does not belong here, end of story.

But now there are also antisemitic attacks, hate crimes, being perpetrated around the world. And who are the perpetrators now? The left that stood against everything else. There's no widespread ally-ship for Jews like me. There's no sweeping social media campaign, no catchy hashtag, no ice bucket challenge.

Why am I allowed to be condemned for what a country on the other side of the world is doing, when I have nothing to do with it? Why can I have the finger pointed at me when I don’t want the fighting in the first place? Why must Jews be allowed to be the target of this ire when it's already been decided that other ethnicities/religions don't deserve it either?

Now, I am PROUD to be Jewish; it is my culture, in my heritage, in my literal blood. It is in my genetics, my bones, my spoken language, it is in the holidays I celebrate, the philosophies I live by.

But it is also in the generational trauma of my mother insisting I have a passport as a young child, not because we were traveling, but in case we had to flee. It is in her inherent distrust of the government; a card-carrying Democrat all her life, she would always remind me, "if you don't think the government can't turn on you, you're kidding yourself." It is her constant reminders that as a Jew, our assimilation is conditional, our acceptance is political. I felt these, but never as strongly as she did. Not until now.

I am third generation American, and yet I feel like an outsider in the only country I have ever known. People who I thought understood, who were my friends, who marched with me against the injustices of the world, are now calling after Jews to answer for Israel's actions.

I say I don't want the violence to persist and I'm told that I'm, "one of the good ones". I'm told hurt Israelis don't deserve sympathy because, "all Jews are rich anyway, right? Who cares." I tell them my fears about the rising antisemitism and wearing my star of david necklace out. I'm told, "it doesn't matter, you're white anyway."

For the first time in my life, the racists aren't just some crazy KKK members. They're not just Nazis marching around with beer bellies and ill fitting helmets. It's not just some screeching street preacher who claims I'm going to hell after he caught the glint off my star of david necklace. If needs be, I can kick and punch my way out of those. They're just idiots. Isolated, concentrated incidents. It'd be a good story to tell at a bar the next day though a gap-toothed smile and a sling on my shoulder.

But now, both sides are coming after me and my people. Now, it's not just idiots who have all of their views backwards; it's people I thought I could trust to have my back, to go down swinging with me against those Nazis. Right. Left. It's everywhere. There's no escape.

It's coming from all sides. It's coming from social media platforms, from dinners with friends, from posters on street lamps.

I live in one of the safest, most Jewish neighborhoods in America, and for the first time in my life I am truly scared.

#jumblr #antisemitism #judaism #jewish #I'm just so tired of it all #I wasn't an anxious person before this #racism #long post I guess #can we go back to the days of punching Nazis? #life was simple

[mixmangosmangoverse]

The fact that I have seen the phrase “The Only Good Zionist is a Dead Zionist” repeated MULTIPLE times along with people making lists of “known Zionists” that is just full of random Jewish and Israeli bloggers really doesn’t help me believe antizionism, at least on tumblr, isn’t antisemetism

Like I dunno I was under the impression if that was true you wouldn’t literally be repeating nazi rhetoric and also saying nothing about diaspora jews being attacked when antizionism should be about dismantling the idea that jews need a state for them to avoid being killed. I was under the impression you’d want to make us feel safe and not say we should all die

I was under the impression you would punch nazis, not repeat their words in a different font

#Seriously I never liked those punch nazis posts and I hope they become illegal now #You have revoked your right to brag about punching nazis until you at least pinch yourself lightly #mango rambles #personal fruits #jumblr #ישראל #ישראבלר

[coffeelovinggayidiot]

Like all of tumblr, aparently: we 💜 love ✡️jews✡️ and we would 👊 punch nazis and we reblog five 5️⃣ different haukkah 🕎 posts a year we are like so progresive 💁✨️

Also all of tumblr, aparently: death to all jews 🚫✡️ if you're a jewish person who lives in IsNotRaEl then you're an evil 👺 bad jew and you deserve to be raped and murdered ☠️☠️ what? You fled to israel because we were murdering you by the millions??? Well you should have all died lol ☠️☠️ happy hanukkah btw 🕎

#jewblr #op is pissed off #ישראבלר #jewish #antisemitism #i/p #i/p conflict #antisemitism is so real both on this app and in general leftist communities #and I used to side with these people #if there was an attack on people based on their sexuality; gender; race; religion ect I like to believe I would have cared #that I would have shows campation to your loss and understand your pain #instead of actively be part of the bigotry againsts you #i don't trust so many of my mutuals right now because I now know that if there was a nazi uprising they wouldn't hide me #they would cheer at my death #THIS is why jewish people can't trust you guys #YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT JEWISH LIVES #there was a really good article that explained this really well and how so many people have and will lose jewish friends #because we now know that you aren't there for use. and that you were never there for us #'punch a nazi' and 'never forget' are just cute little slogens to you but they actually mean something to us #it used to mean safety; used to mean that we could trust you; now it's empty wprds ringing with betrayel #never forget #jewish lives matter #hamas #palestine #israel #bring on your hate I don't care y'all are a bunch of privliged fucks anyways who would have rallied behind hitler like a bunch of pigs #noa's jewish talk

[antifainternational]

#antifa #punching nazis #sonice the hedgehog #three wishes #@suchnerve

[merelygifted]

#fuck elon musk #fuck twitter #anti fascist #anti racist #anti nazi #nazi punks fuck off #nazi punching #white ppl are crazy #white supremists

[ironwingedhawk]

Wer auch immer von euch Spatort girlies (gn) das ist:

Danke. Ich liebe es

#tatort Saarbrücken #spatort #adam Schürk says punch a nazi

[fixing-bad-posts]

[Image description: A heavily edited meme. A picture of classic Captain America (from the comic issue where he punches Hitler) is set next to two flags: the American flag, and a 6-stripe Pride flag. The dialogue caption underneath has been edited to read, "It's time to punch some Nazis! Also gay pride!"]

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It's time to punch some Nazis! Also gay pride!

#fixingbadposts #fixing-bad-posts #captain america #miscellaneous #shitposting #gay pride #punch nazis

[pinkcarabiner]

something that has been on my mind recently is that fact that so much of antisemitism within lgbt spaces and/or leftist spaces comes from people who consider themselves to be allies to the jewish community. particularly white goyim who see themselves as allies are actually unwilling to listen to jewish people because they believe they're already doing enough through simply stating they support us. i believe that most of their antisemitism is not intended to cause harm, and rather comes as a genuine attempt to do the right thing and show support another marginalized group. here are some examples that i have noticed all from goyim who call themselves allies

asking jewish people they've just met about zionism after learning they're jewish when their conversations had nothing to do with israel

continuously sharing memes/rhetoric with nazi origins even after being informed of their meaning because "the joke isnt antisemitic"

constant use of antisemitic language to discuss transmisogyny after jewish people have asked them to stop

critiquing media for only the ways it negatively affects white lgbt folks and disregarding antisemitism/islamophobia/racism/ableism etc

using the word "religion" as a synonym for christianity, often framing "all religion as bad" in conversations about religious trauma

claiming that jewish women (especially orthodox) contribute to their own oppression through religious observance

again, these all come from people who claim to be allies to the jewish community. goyim, i am not saying you're a bad person or inherently evil if you have done any of the above, but rather calling attention to the fact that your words and actions may have been harmful to jewish people, as well as other religious minorities, even when that was not your intent. if you call yourself an ally, it shows us that you recognize our oppression and will support us. when a jewish person addresses antisemitism, the best thing you can do is listen to them, educate yourself, and either change your behavior or call it out in others. allyship is an action. take the time to listen to us, don't speak for us or over us.

#literally it's 'punch nazis' until you actually have to listen to jewish people #it's not enough to hate our oppressors #you have to support jewish people and include us in your activism #antisemitism #🎀

[wilwheaton]

you have to shut them down

Came across this older Reddit comment this morning:

I was at a shitty crustpunk bar once getting an after-work beer. One of those shitholes where the bartenders clearly hate you. So the bartender and I were ignoring one another when someone sits next to me and he immediately says, "no. get out."

And the dude next to me says, "hey i'm not doing anything, i'm a paying customer." and the bartender reaches under the counter for a bat or something and says, "out. now." and the dude leaves, kind of yelling. And he was dressed in a punk uniform, I noticed

Anyway, I asked what that was about and the bartender was like, "you didn't see his vest but it was all nazi shit. Iron crosses and stuff. You get to recognize them."

And i was like, ohok and he continues.

"you have to nip it in the bud immediately. These guys come in and it's always a nice, polite one. And you serve them because you don't want to cause a scene. And then they become a regular and after awhile they bring a friend. And that dude is cool too.

And then THEY bring friends and the friends bring friends and they stop being cool and then you realize, oh shit, this is a Nazi bar now. And it's too late because they're entrenched and if you try to kick them out, they cause a PROBLEM. So you have to shut them down.

And i was like, 'oh damn.' and he said "yeah, you have to ignore their reasonable arguments because their end goal is to be terrible, awful people."

And then he went back to ignoring me. But I haven't forgotten that at all.

#fuck nazis #punch nazis