Podcasts about Dresden

Abgehängte Regionen in Ostdeutschland sind von Abwanderung, Überalterung und Infrastrukturzerfall geprägt. Eine Fundgrube für populistische Politiker. Die Parteien an den politischen Rändern profitieren; besonders die AfD. SRF «Reporter» trifft aber auch findige Menschen, die hier Freiräume nutzen. Die Situation in Ostdeutschland ist vielseitig. In Dresden zum Beispiel ist, im sogenannten Silicon Saxony, eine europäische Hochburg für die Halbleiter-Produktion entstanden. Doch viele Ortschaften kämpfen mit Bevölkerungsschwund, Überalterung, vernachlässigter Infrastruktur, Leerstand, Männerüberschuss. Insbesondere die rechtsaussen Partei AfD feiert hier grosse Erfolge. Dabei warnen Wirtschaftsexperten. Die fremdenfeindliche AfD-Politik würde Attraktivität dieser Ortschaften weiter vermindern und das Problem verschärfen. Reporter Christof Franzen besucht Menschen, die sich gegen diesen Trend wehren.

Abgehängte Regionen in Ostdeutschland sind von Abwanderung, Überalterung und Infrastrukturzerfall geprägt. Eine Fundgrube für populistische Politiker. Die Parteien an den politischen Rändern profitieren; besonders die AfD. SRF «Reporter» trifft aber auch findige Menschen, die hier Freiräume nutzen. Die Situation in Ostdeutschland ist vielseitig. In Dresden zum Beispiel ist, im sogenannten Silicon Saxony, eine europäische Hochburg für die Halbleiter-Produktion entstanden. Doch viele Ortschaften kämpfen mit Bevölkerungsschwund, Überalterung, vernachlässigter Infrastruktur, Leerstand, Männerüberschuss. Insbesondere die rechtsaussen Partei AfD feiert hier grosse Erfolge. Dabei warnen Wirtschaftsexperten. Die fremdenfeindliche AfD-Politik würde Attraktivität dieser Ortschaften weiter vermindern und das Problem verschärfen. Reporter Christof Franzen besucht Menschen, die sich gegen diesen Trend wehren.

In dieser Episode sprechen die Analysten über die Freiburger Wölfe und die Roten Teufel Bad Nauheim.Was sind die Gründe warum beide Teams das Tabellenende zieren?Bietigheim im Aufwind - hält der Trend an?Regensburg und Rosenheim klettern in der Tabelle - geht es noch weiter nach oben?In der DEL stehen die Augsburger Panther auf Platz 4.Setzt sich die Siegesserie fort?München kommt in Schwung - die große Tobi Rieder Show?Iserlohn und Dresden auf den letzten beiden Plätzen - zu viele individuelle Fehler, welche die knappen Spiele gegen beide Teams entscheiden oder doch ein mentales Problem?Zum Abschluss der Folge gibt es natürlich wieder die beliebte Kategorie "eiskalt erwischt" - schafft es Ernst diesmal Tommy aufs Glatteis zu führenViel Spaß beim HörenStay Safe PS: The Hockey Analyst wird präsentiert von "die Bayerische" Generalagentur Philipp Michl.https://www.diebayerische.de/wartenberg/philipp-michlMit dem Code "THA 10" erhält jeder -10% Sondernachlass auf die neue Unfallversicherung der Bayerischen!PPS: Natürlich meinten wir David Morley bei den Eisbären Regensburg und nicht Tyler Morley!

Friedrich Merz reist nach Dresden – und erlebt einen Empfang voller sächsischer Tradition: Bergleute, Chorgesang, Brot und Salz. Dabei geht es beim Amtsantritt in Sachsen mit Ministerpräsident Michael Kretschmer vor allem über die großen Themen wie marode Infrastruktur, schwächelnde Autoindustrie und Zukunftsversprechen für „Silicon Saxony“. Tom Schmidtgen begleitet die Reise vor Ort und berichtet, warum der Kanzler zwar viel Nähe suchte, aber wenige Zusagen machte. Am Abend dann ein Hoffnungsschimmer: Der US-Chiphersteller GlobalFoundries kündigt Investitionen von über einer Milliarde Euro in Dresden an.Mehr dazu im Pro-Newsletter: „Industrie & Handel am Morgen“.  Das Berlin Playbook als Podcast gibt es jeden Morgen ab 5 Uhr. Gordon Repinski und das POLITICO-Team liefern Politik zum Hören – kompakt, international, hintergründig. Für alle Hauptstadt-Profis: Der Berlin Playbook-Newsletter bietet jeden Morgen die wichtigsten Themen und Einordnungen. Jetzt kostenlos abonnieren. Mehr von Host und POLITICO Executive Editor Gordon Repinski: Instagram: @gordon.repinski | X: @GordonRepinski. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Welches Körperteil würdest du opfern, um weiterzuleben? Von Oberlippen bis Augenringen geht's tief in die philosophische Fleischkunde, inklusive Live-Abstimmung mit dem Publikum.Danach rutscht Adrian – im wahrsten Sinne – in seine Rückenproblematik. Krankenhausgeschichten, überforderte Ärzte und ein Feueralarm im Wellness-Center von Dresden verwandeln den Versuch, zu entspannen, in eine kleine Tragikomödie. Zwischen Selbstironie und Situationskomik entsteht ein ehrlicher Einblick in die Kunst, einfach mal nichts zu können, und es trotzdem mit Humor zu nehmen.

Dompfarrer Norbert Büchner www.deutschlandfunk.de, Gottesdienst

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James chats to John Hamer about the darker side of Winston Churchill, by way of Jack the Ripper, Lord Kitchener and Dresden. John Hamer Official (bitchute.com) Amazon.co.uk: John Hamer: Books, Biography, Blogs, Audiobooks, Kindle falsificationofhistory.co.uk https://sixty-degrees-south.com/ Twitter / X: @johnhamerauthor ↓ ↓ ↓ Tickets are now available for the James x Dick Christmas Show 2025 on Friday, 28th November.  See website for details: https://www.jamesdelingpole.co.uk/Shop/?section=events#events ↓ ↓ ↓ If you need silver and gold bullion - and who wouldn't in these dark times? - then the place to go is The Pure Gold Company. Either they can deliver worldwide to your door - or store it for you in vaults in London and Zurich. You even use it for your pension. Cash out of gold whenever you like: liquidate within 24 hours. https://bit.ly/James-Delingpole-Gold ↓ ↓ How environmentalists are killing the planet, destroying the economy and stealing your children's future. In Watermelons, an updated edition of his ground-breaking 2011 book, JD tells the shocking true story of how a handful of political activists, green campaigners, voodoo scientists and psychopathic billionaires teamed up to invent a fake crisis called ‘global warming'. This updated edition includes two new chapters which, like a geo-engineered flood, pour cold water on some of the original's sunny optimism and provide new insights into the diabolical nature of the climate alarmists' sinister master plan. Purchase Watermelons by James Delingpole here: https://jamesdelingpole.co.uk/Shop/ ↓ ↓ ↓ Buy James a Coffee at: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/jamesdelingpole The official website of James Delingpole: https://jamesdelingpole.co.uk x

McAnally's Pubcast - A Dresden Files PodcastHere we discuss Chapter 40 & 41 in which Harry feels used by the forces of 'good' and then confronts Molly who is trying to flee the scene of the Church. Proven Guilty Chapter 40 Summary:The group successfully escapes the Nevernever and Arctis Tor. It is revealed that Molly's rescue was a ruse to get the Winter Court away from Summers borders , set up by Lily and Maeve. Proven Guilty Chapter 41 Summary:Back at Saint Mary's Harry speaks with Molly about her magic and what her options going forward are.Find Us Elsewhere:Do you want to follow up with us for even more Dresden? We're all over the internet - you can email us at pubcast@freeflowrambling.com, or you can track us down at Facebook, Instagram, Discord, X (formerly known as Twitter), Reddit, our Dresden Files website, or our parent website. If you want hypnotic visuals with your podcast, you can find us at YouTube. Not enough? Why not show your support by clicking here and donating or joining us on our Patreon. Also, if you're in the market for some merch, you can click here. If you still aren't satisfied, click here and tell us all about it!

Hüster, Wiebke www.deutschlandfunk.de, Kultur heute

Die von Bundeskanzler Friedrich Merz mit mehreren Aussagen bei verschiedenen Pressekonferenzen entfachte Debatte ums „Stadtbild“ bewegt aktuell die ganze Bundesrepublik. Was meint der Kanzler, wenn er sagt, es gebe „natürlich immer im Stadtbild noch dieses Problem“ – und warum verweist er ausgerechnet auf die Töchter des Landes, wenn man ihn bittet zu erklären, was genau gemeint ist? Erst, und das war in den vergangenen Tagen zu beobachten, als die Empörungsmaschine richtig anlief, weil sich Menschen mit Migrationsgeschichte angegriffen und Frauen instrumentalisiert fühlten, ruderte der Kanzler ein Stück zurück. Gemeint seien nicht die Ausländer, die man in Deutschland brauche, sondern die, die eigentlich gar nicht hier sein wollten oder hier sein sollten. Im Podcast „Thema in Sachsen“ stellen Sächsische.de und Leipziger Volkszeitung die Frage: Warum stößt der Bundeskanzler nahezu ohne Not diese Debatte an? Warum bläst er sie erst auf, um am Ende dann doch stückweise zurückzurudern? Was bringt das jetzt alles - und vor allem wem? Und: Wie fühlen sich Personen, die sich von den Aussagen direkt angesprochen fühlen? Im Podcast sprechen nacheinander der Leipziger Unternehmer und Sohn irakischer Einwanderer Ramin AlKhakani, die Dresdner Journalistin und Frauenrechtsexpertin Romina Stawowy sowie Janek Treiber, Politikwissenschaftler an der TU Dresden. Zudem gehen SZ- und LVZ-Reporter mitten hinein ins „Stadtbild“ - in Leipzig auf der Eisenbahnstraße und in Dresden am Wiener Platz nahe dem Hauptbahnhof. Beide Orte gelten als Hotspots für Kriminalität. Vor Ort fragen sie Menschen, ob sie sich sicher fühlen in ihren Städten, wie sie über Migration, Ausländer, Kriminalität, Polizeipräsenz und die Politik denken.

Koch, Lars-Christian www.deutschlandfunkkultur.de, Studio 9

Leichtathletik: Owe Fischer-Breiholz, ein deutscher 400m-Hürden-Läufer, mischt 2025 die deutsche Leichtathletik-Szene aus .In diesem Jahr wurde er im norwegischen Bergen U23-Europameister. Seine dort erzielte Bestzeit von 48,01 s brachte ihn zeitweilig auf Platz zwei der ewigen deutschen Bestenliste hinter dem Rekordhalter Harald Schmid. Außerdem wurde Fischer-Breiholz 2024 (in Mönchengladbach) und 2025 (in Ulm) deutscher U23-Meister. Im August 2025 wurde er in Dresden erstmals deutscher Meister. Da bahnt sich eine ganz tolle Karriere an. Jetzt nahm der Shooting Star der deutschen Leichtathletik sich für ein Interview mit der „Sportstunde“ Zeit. American Football: Ja, es gibt eine EM im American Football, das Final Four findet dazu auch noch auf deutschem Boden in Krefeld statt. Es gibt tatsächlich im American Football eine deutsche Nationalmannschaft. Aber im Vergleich zum Basketball, Fussball, Handball, Eishockey oder vielen anderen Sportarten lebt das deutsche Team eher ein Schattendasein. Da haben wir dem Geschäftsführer des American Football Verbandes Deutschland Michael Schwarzer mal die Frage gestellt, ob er das EM-Finale der Basketballer gesehen hat und ob er eher ein weinendes oder lachendes Auge hatte und wie der Stellenwert der deutschen Nationalmannschaft ist. Dazu gibt es einen ausführlichen Ausblick auf kommende nationale und internationale Sportevents wie die World Series in der MLB oder dem Start des alpinen Skizirkus. Es gibt den Top der Woche aus der Welt des Fussballs und der Flop der Woche hat mit Handball zu tun. Der sportgeschichtliche Rückblick befasst sich mit der deutschen Nationalmannschaft im American Football. Hier gibt es die Interviews in voller Länge: Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/de/podcast/sportstunde-interviews-in-voller-l%C3%A4nge/id1705390264?uo=4 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/00va1TW4YzTYDCGMpkNMOU (www.sportstunde-magazin.de)

Was war heute in Hamburg los? Maiken Nielsen und Ole Wackermann werfen im wöchentlichen Wechsel zum Tagesende einen Blick auf die News und das aktuelle Stadtgeschehen. Das sind die Nachrichten heute mit Frauke Reinig am 23.10.2025 +++KUNDENZUFRIEDENHEIT: HVV LANDET BUNDESWEIT AUF PLATZ ZWEI+++ Tausende Fahrgäste haben im Rahmen der Umfrage "ÖPNV-Kundenbarometer" den Hamburger Verkehrsverbund (HVV) bewertet. Das Ergebnis: Der HVV verbessert sich bei der allgemeinen Zufriedenheit von Vorjahres-Note 2,6 auf eine 2,5. Der Bundesdurchschnitt aller Verkehrsverbünde liegt bei Note 3. Insgesamt landet der HVV auf Platz zwei hinter dem Verkehrsverbund Oberelbe (VVO) im Großraum Dresden.  Mehr dazu: https://www.ndr.de/hvvkunden-100.html +++CDU-ANTRAG: FINANZÄMTER SOLLEN STEUERERKLÄRUNG FÜR BÜRGER ÜBERNEHMEN+++ Die Erklärung für die Einkommensteuer ist für viele Hamburgerinnen und Hamburger immer wieder eine aufwendige Angelegenheit. Die Hamburger CDU möchte jetzt mit einem Modellprojekt testen lassen, ob die Finanzämter künftig selbst die Steuererklärung für die Bürgerinnen und Bürger übernehmen könnten. Als Vorbild soll nach Parteiangaben ein Modellversuch in Kassel dienen, an dem etwa 6.000 Testpersonen teilgenommen haben.  Mehr dazu: https://www.ndr.de/steuer-134.html +++STADTREINIGUNG RÄUMT TONNENWEISE LAUB VON HAMBURGS STRASSEN+++ Der Herbst ist endgültig in Hamburg angekommen. Seit Anfang der Woche ist auch die Stadtreinigung wieder im Einsatz - und zwar, um tonnenweise Laub von den Straßen zu räumen. Über 3.000 Kilometer Gehwege und fast 8.000 Fahrbahnkilometer wird die Stadtreinigung Hamburg bis voraussichtlich kurz vor Weihnachten vom Herbstlaub befreien. In diesem Jahr steht dem Unternehmen dafür etwas mehr Personal zur Verfügung.  Mehr dazu: https://www.ndr.de/laub-110.html Außerdem wagt Frauke Reinig einen Ausblick auf das Wochenende und erklärt, mit welchen Sturmböen wir rechnen müssen.  Du hast Feedback zur Folge oder Wünsche für Recherchen? Unsere Podcast-Hosts erreichst du über den Messenger in der NDR Hamburg App, in den Social-Media-Kanälen von NDR Hamburg und via E-Mail an hamburgheute@ndr.de. Alle Folgen des Podcasts findest du unter www.ndr.de/hamburgheute

In dieser Episode sprechen die Analysten Ernst Wieninger und Thomas Brandl in der DEL 2 über das 6-Punkte-Wochenende der Bietigheim Steelers.Fonstad und Dugan - ein neues Topduo?Mackin on fire - Klettert Crimmitschau weiter in der Tabelle?Weißwasser mit dem perfekten Wochenende - die deutschen Jungs als Trumpf in der Lausitz?In der DEL diskutieren Tommy und Ernst über den Aufschwung der Augsburger Panther.Grenier, Garteig und Bill Peters - werden Fragezeichen zu Ausrufezeichen?Köln im Hoch - MacLeod und Russell als Erfolgsgaranten?Dresden verpflichtet Jussi Olkinuora - wird dies der "Game Changer"?Diese und viele weitere Themen besprechen die Analysten in Folge 9!Schafft es Thomas erneute Ernst hinter das Licht zu führen und ihn "eiskalt zu erwischen"?Viel Spaß beim Hören der EpisodeStay SafePS: The Hockey Analyst wird präsentiert von "die Bayerische" Generalagentur Philipp Michl.https://www.diebayerische.de/wartenberg/philipp-michlMit dem Code "THA 10" erhält jeder -10% Sondernachlass auf die neue Unfallversicherung der Bayerischen!

The Gaza Strip, home to 2.2 million people, is a tiny land mass about the same size as the Isle of Wight. Yet in terms of munitions by weight, Gaza has been subjected to more than all of the bombs dropped on Dresden, Hamburg, and London combined, over the whole of World War II. Another […]

In today's episode, East-German born, New York based artist, Cornelia Thomsen shares her story of finding her way into becoming an artist. She gives insights into her socialistic upbringing in a small village near Dresden, and how she managed to get accepted to be trained as a porcelain painter at famous Meissen Porcelain Manufactory.Cornelia (a humble powerhouse!) shares how she had believed that the world she lived in would be it, until the Fall of the Berlin Wall, when she stormed into the big world and embraced it. Her worldview became liberated by the discovery of abstract art.Cornelia talks about resilience being her super power, and how she persistently worked as an artists, went to art school near Frankfurt (with two small children at home), moved to New York and started a gallery together with her husband (and meanwhile 3 children). Cornelia and I have known each other for almost 20 years, sharing experiences and emotions, raising children in Manhattan - an East German and a West German united on neutral grounds.Her work has been shown internationally, and is in collections of world renowned museums like LACMA in LA, museum of fine arts in Houston, the Parrasch Art Museum in Watermill, New York and others.AND: In August, just briefly after recording this episode, her newest series of works, the complete sets of Golden Ratio Series have been acquired by the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City.#### On another note: I am so proud and excited to announce that SHIFT HAPPENS' Season 5 is supported by London based jewellery brand Tilly Sveaas. Its founder, Tilly Sveaas creates gorgeous, timeless pieces that have been featured in Vogue, Harper's Bazaar, Marie Claire, The Times, The New York Times etc. … Her jewellery is for women of all ages. Guess who is wearing it too: noone less then Taylor Swift. Go to www.tillysveaas.co.uk and use my code SHIFTHAPPENS to get 15% off. To learn more about my guest Cornelia Thomsen, please visit her social media page:Instagram: @corneliathomsenartInstagram: @thomsengalleryWebsite: Cornelia ThomsenTo learn more about SHIFT HAPPENS, click here To learn more about Claudia's business Curated Conversations and her Salons in New York, Zurich and Berlin, click hereYou can also connect with Claudia on Instagram @shifthappens.podcast and LinkedIn at ClaudiaMahlerNYCThis podcast is created, produced and hosted by Claudia Mahler.

Finnish itDie letzte Woche hat gebracht über was wir zuletzt redeten. „Finnish it“ – Kari will es zu Ende bringen und der neue Goalie ist ein weiterer Finne. Janne Juvonen hatten wir in unserer kleinen Liste letzte Woche als einen der absoluten Favoriten mit dabei. Auch die Spiele haben die Haie gut „gefinnished“!Der Start der U20 in die Top Division ist gelungen. Trotz fehlendem Starting Goalie – Kaiser war bei den Profis – gelangen zwei Siege in Dresden. Um direkt ins Playoff-Viertelfinale einzuziehen, muss am Ende der Top Division ein Platz unter den ersten 4 in der Tabelle stehen.Die U17 holt mit sechs Punkten mehr als die benötigten vier um die Qualigruppe Nord als Sieger zu beenden. Auf den Spielplan der Meisterrunde warten wir aktuell noch.Bei den Damenteams steht die Saison noch am Anfang und die Spiele sind noch unregelmäßig.Ansonsten gab es vergangene Woche die JHV des Haie e.V. und bei dieser wurde Moritz Müller in den Vorstand gewählt.Ein erneutes 6-Punkte-Wochenende der Haie. Nach dem erwarteten Sieg beim Aufsteiger, gab es auch einen Sieg gegen die starken Tigers aus Straubing. Beim 7:4 drehen die Haie die Partie im Mittelabschnitt. Der statistisch der Beste der Haie ist, das sehen wir in Teilen aber anders.Immer wenn die Haie aus der Defensive schnell nach vorne spielen können, sieht es wirklich gut aus.Der Blick auf die Tabelle nach fast einem Viertel der Saison zeigt leichte Tendenzen vor allem in unteren Drittel der Tabelle. Viele – nicht alle – Teams die aktuell dort stehen hat man auch vor Beginn der Saison dort erwartet.Dazu gucken wir wieder auf ein paar Spiele etwas genauer und blicken auf die letzten Transfers der Liga.Nachdem wir in der vergangenen Woche noch geschaut haben, wen die Haie fürs Tor verspflichten könnten, haben wir diese Woche den Neuzugang pünktlich zum Podcast bekommen. Der Finne Janne Juvonen ist es geworden. Der Ex-Goalie von Ambri war nach der letzten Saison auf der Suche. Mit KHL, SHL, NL(A) und Liiga hat er in allen großen europäischen Ligen gespielt.Dazu hat er eine Vergangenheit in Österreich. Dort hat Tube ihn sogar vor Jahren schon mal spielen gesehen.Die Haie haben den Abgang von Kari Jalonen bestätigt. Wir reden nochmal kurz drüber. Das meiste zur Causa haben wir vergangene Woche schon gesagt und einen Ausblick auf die Trainer bringen wir an einem späteren Zeitpunkt.Zum ersten gibt es drei Spiele, über die wir reden. Mit Mannheim, Frankfurt und Iserlohn steht das erste lange DEL-Wochenende an.Die ersten acht Tipper stehen bei über 130 Punkten und 45 bei über 120. Da ist noch einiges möglich, aber die Spitzengruppe formiert sich wie in der DEL.Wo könnt ihr uns überall folgen und liken? Wie erreicht Ihr uns? Wo findet Ihr uns?Wie angekündigt gibt es die PK mit Kari Jalonen und die Interviews mit Nate Schnarr und Moritz Müller vom Straubing Spiel heute im Podcast.Folgt dem Sharkbite gerne auf Bluesky⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Facebook ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ kommt in den WhatsApp Kanal und abonniert die Podcastfeeds beim Anbieter Eurer Wahl.  00:00 Einleitung01:30 Junghaie08:25 Das vergangene Wochenende32:20 Das sechste DEL-Wochenende47:25 Juvonen59:00 Jalonen68:55 Ausblick auf das kommende Wochenende89:00 Tippspiel89:50 Ausleitung92:45 O-Töne

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Dobbi trifft in Zürich auf seinen persönlichen Albtraum: einen 30-jährigen Haarknotenträger, der ungefragt über Cinéma d'Auteur philosophiert. Es endet, wie es enden muss – mit Beleidigungen und der Erkenntnis, dass Arschlöcher wirklich überall sind. Außerdem: Der größte Kürbis der Welt (eine Tonne!), Xavier Naidoo und die Flat-Earth-Bewegung, eine Ampel in Dresden, die seit Jahren nur rot zeigt, und die Frage, warum Bücher eigentlich immer besser sind als Filme. Spoiler: Sind sie nicht immer.

In dieser Episode tauchen wir mit voller Power, Flow und Kreativität ein in die Welt des Breakings. Breaking ist eine dynamische Tanzsportart, bei der Tänzer*innen gegeneinander antreten und spektakuläre Bewegungen wie Spins, Freezes und akrobatische Figuren zeigen. Die Athlet*innen treten in sogenannten Battles gegeneinander an, in denen sie abwechselnd ihre besten Moves zeigen. Bewertet wird nach Kriterien wie Technik, Kreativität und Musikalität.Wir sprechen mit Mario Eckel, zweifacher deutscher Meister, über seinen Weg in die Szene, die Vorbereitung auf Battles und seinen zweiten Meistertitel bei den Finals in Dresden. Außerdem werfen wir einen Blick auf Breaking als olympische Disziplin in Paris, den ...Dieser Podcast wird vermarktet von der Podcastbude.www.podcastbu.de - Full-Service-Podcast-Agentur - Konzeption, Produktion, Vermarktung, Distribution und Hosting.Du möchtest deinen Podcast auch kostenlos hosten und damit Geld verdienen?Dann schaue auf www.kostenlos-hosten.de und informiere dich.Dort erhältst du alle Informationen zu unseren kostenlosen Podcast-Hosting-Angeboten. kostenlos-hosten.de ist ein Produkt der Podcastbude.

Der Raubüberfall auf das Museum im Louvre in Paris hält nicht nur die Menschen in Frankreich in Atem. Die Ermittlungen haben zwar begonnen, können aber noch Wochen und Monate dauern. Neben möglichen DNA-Spuren haben die Täter auch Werkzeug, Handschuhe und ein Funkgerät hinterlassen. Das wird jetzt natürlich alles akribisch untersucht, sagt der Spiegel-Journalist Claas Meyer-Heuer. Er hat an einem Buch über den Raubüberfall auf das Grüne Gewölbe in Dresden mitgeschrieben. Im Gespräch mit SWR Aktuell-Moderator Andreas Fischer erklärt er die Hintergründe und warum er glaubt, dass so eine Tat "nur mit Insider-Wissen möglich" gewesen ist.

Was sich im Louvre abgespielt hat, klingt wie aus einem Film. Am hellichten Tag rückten in Paris maskierte Diebe mit einer Hebebühne an, stiegen über einen Balkon ein und erbeuteten historische Schmuckstücke von unschätzbarem Wert. Ähnliches hat sich hierzulande schon in Dresden und Manching abgespielt. Wie es aktuell um die Sicherheit der Museen in Bayern bestellt ist, darum geht es im BR24-Thema des Tages. Außerdem fragen wir bei unserem Frankreich-Korrespondenten nach, ob die Polizei bei der Verfolgung der Louvre-Einbrecher Fortschritte macht. Moderation: Anne Kleinknecht

Podcast-Tipp: "Klang der Macht - Dresdens Freiheitskampf und Putins Kulturagenda". Wie eng diese zwei Dinge zusammenhängen, das erzählen im Kultur-Update die Macher eines neuen sechsteiligen Kultur-Podcasts: Axel Brüggemann und Jeanny Wasielewski. "Klang der Macht" startet heute auf Bayern 2, ab 20.05 Uhr im Salon sowie natürlich in der ARD Audiothek. / Rekordauslastung bei den Donaueschinger Musiktagen: Das traditionsreiche Festival zog Besucher:innen aus knapp 20 Ländern an. Roland Biswurm mit einer Bilanz. / Bayern mit "y": Ludwig I. und sein Dekret vom Oktober 1825: Vor genau 200 Jahren ging von König Ludwig I. eine Anordnung aus, die Folgen hat bis heute: Bayern wird mit Ypsilon geschrieben. Mehr dazu weiß Hendrik Heinze.

Das künftige Berufsschulzentrum für Mikroelektronik in Dresden will etwas Neues wagen: eine Ausbildungsklasse komplett auf Englisch unterrichten. Die Hürden auf dem Weg zur internationalen Ausbildung sind jedoch hoch.

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Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 7 Zane s Kappa Sigma Cock Legend In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             Domestication may be our second greatest accomplishment, exceeded only by Fire       Rhaine had clearly heard something and was trying to make up her mind if she could both check it out and keep me contained when I decided to change her train of thought. I gave an exaggerated sigh, took off my towel, threw it over my shoulder, and headed to my room. "Put, put, put, put that towel, back on," Rhaine stammered. "Why? There are not supposed to be any girls out on the fifth floor at this hour. It is all mine, according to the Chancellor herself," I said over my shoulder. "Now, are you coming along or do I get to shut my door in your face?" "We don't care," Rhaine tried to recover the momentum, "we have a key." "I don't believe you," I accused her as I stopped and kept looking over my shoulder. Barbie Lynn must be right, I have a really fine ass, because that was what they were all staring at. "Well, I have one," she taunted me as she brandished it in my face, from ten feet away. I just had to beam a smile her way. Her key was silver; mine, which hung around my neck on a light chain, was bronze, as were all five of the original keys. Someone was giving out copies of my room key; what a bunch of fuck-nuts. I turned and walked right up to her, which entailed backing her into a wall since she was trying to backpedal away, her eyes torn between my fiery gaze and awakening erection. The other two made to grab me but were flummoxed by my lack of clothing. I took the opportunity to press myself into Rhaine, who was giving me the deer-in-the-headlights look, ran a hand along her jaw and curled a lock of hair. I tickled her cheek with that lock, causing Rhaine to blush and her eyes to flutter. "Thanks, Rhaine. You are helping me out more than you know. If there is anything, I mean anything, I can do for you, let me know," I softly growled with a wolfish hunger to her, but still loud enough for her companions to hear. I stepped back and strutted away again, my semi-rigid rod swaggering back and forth. "Let's go to my room," I laughed. "Weren't we supposed to hurt him if he tried anything like that?" one girl whispered. "But he was naked," responded Mercy quietly. "What would happen if, you know, we touched, IT?" "We are not going to your room with you," Rhaine shouted at me. "Fine, suit yourself, because it isn't like I'm going to avail myself of any of the three fire escapes that lead off the roof," I chortled. "Also, touching IT can lead to blindness and sterility in the elderly under twelve and children over 65," I purposely attempted to confuse them. Children over 65, sometimes I need to show the whole world that I'm not getting enough sleep. Double Dating I was still laughing at my screw-up as the door swung shut. At the last second I failed to hear the 'clunk' of the latch hitting home, though I was already to my bed, when I heard the first hesitant footfalls on steps. I was well into my morning meditative trance, lotus style, when Rhaine crested the stairs. My eyes were shut but I could tell by her sharp intake of breath where she was and what she was staring at. "Put on some clothes!" she barked. I remained blind and silent. "I said 'put on some clothes'," she repeated. I hardly had more reason to do so now than I had a second ago. "Put on your clothes," she now sounded petulant; no response. We remained silent for almost a minute, I normally remain still for ten minutes, when she said the magic word. "Would you please put some clothes on?" "Please?" I responded, cracking open one eye. "Come over right now and give me a kiss; then I'll get dressed. Otherwise, you have to wait nine more minutes while I remain in prayer." "Prayer?" whispered Mercy; strangely, I prayed to the Christian God when I meditated, drawing upon Psalms and the Songs of Solomon mostly. "I will not kiss you; you sex, sex, sex fiend!" Rhaine shouted with disgust. I closed my eye and went back into my own little dream demi-plain. "Get dressed," she insisted once more. I could keep this up for another eight and a half minutes. Finally, in frustration, she stalked up to the side of my bed, the other two in tow. "If we need to, I'll escort you straight to the gymnastics facility where Coach Gorman can administer another lesson in humility." Since I hardly felt humiliated by our last encounter, I felt no necessity to slip out of my Center. My carpets were thin cast-offs from an earlier college epoch so they hardly aided any stealth attempt. Rhaine walked up to me, weighed her options, then pushed me lightly. "Get dressed, Zane," she said, neither convincingly angry nor commanding. That didn't work so she repeated the phrase and pushed harder. The third attempt used more strength but got the same results. Rhaine decided that her problem was in the application of force, not her message, so to increase her push, she placed a knee on the bed and pushed harder. "Get dressed, she squealed as I fell over, grabbing her wrist and pulling her with me. I leapt on top of her even as she rolled from her stomach to her back. Rhaine's eyes were wide as I dove in for a kiss. Her lips were locked shut so nothing more happened. She was still struggling for words when Mercy and the other girl grabbed my arms and yanked me up and back. "Get off of me," Rhaine shouted, a little too late to be effective or believable. Experienced leg-breakers usually keep their victim's arms up or to the side; they never stick them between their thighs. As it was, I was being pulled back on my knees, pinning Rhaine's shins to the bed and my hands merely inches away from their pussies. Was it Christmas already? So much of life is about leverage of one kind or another and in this case, the leverage was all in my captor's favor, so I needed to change things up. "Let go of me!" I shouted, struggled, and slipped my hands higher up their thighs. I'm not going to win an Oscar but I did make Rhaine smile at my feigned discomfort, to the point she propped herself up and grinned wickedly at me. "Now you are going to do what I say," she gloated. "Oh, I don't think so," I grinned right back. I rolled my arms in my shoulder joints and launched my upper body toward Rhaine. For those fans of physics, when the shoulder goes down and they've made the elbow a pivot point, then the lower arm goes up, science is my friend. I rolled my fore- and middle finger into one stiff rod and prodded Mercy's and her partner's perineum. They yelped and pulled back, drawing my fingers onto their slits and along them until I flicked their slumbering clits. Their faces flushed crimson as they stumbled back and released my arms. This allowed me to descend on Rhaine unimpeded. Her mouth open in a surprised 'O', our lips met and then our tongues touched inside her mouth. I was quick enough to wrap my arms around her before her back hit the bed. "Umm" she protested inside our oral embrace. "Umm" she mumbled, before, "Umm, she ended up moaning. I was a bit curious why Mercy and the as-of-yet named accomplice weren't all over this, breaking us apart, when I felt Rhaine's legs move from beneath me, to up my sides until they crossed over my ass and locked me in. "Is that, your, I'm not sure what to call it, cock?" she whispered between kisses. How she had become oblivious of her cohorts was beyond me. "I prefer the term cock," I responded with great gentleness but with a hungry stare, "but if cock works for you," I added with a slow, steady, downward pressure with my hips upon hers. Rhaine groaned from deep within, her head lolled back, and her eyes became somewhat unfocussed. "Oh, yes," she mouthed, barely audible. "Rhaine?" Mercy inquired. "Get, get off of Rhaine," the third girl said weakly. "Please?" Since she said please, I obliged. I flipped us over so that Rhaine was on top. I'm not sure how happy the girl was because Rhaine showed no haste in dismounting me, though we did stop kissing once more. "Would you, would you please get dressed now," Rhaine panted. I would have been more impressed, and able, if Rhaine hadn't been humping me at the moment. Clearly, my cock had wedged itself right against her panty-covered love box, her lips divided and her clit rubbing along my shaft. "You really are quite beautiful," I complimented her, as I brushed some loose hairs out of her eyes. Her face softened and she gave me her first compassionate smile. She also ground down on me harder, biting her lip as she did so. The two companions decided something, technically, it could be called a rescue mission, but I never really figured out who was being rescued as they grabbed my arms that encompassed Rhaine. The unnamed girl grabbed my unresisting hand and pulled it to her chest and kept it pinned tightly there. Mercy made even less pretense of actually helping out. She grabbed my other hand and put it in her lap. This would have been minutely more believable if her skirt hadn't 'accidentally' ridden up her thighs so that when I curled in my fingers, my hand slipped between her thighs. Any guess as to what happened when I flexed them again? As best as I could tell (I was still dealing with a face full of Rhaine), she had raised her closest thigh to block her friends from seeing what she was doing and was thrusting my hand into her crotch like it was some sort of fleshy dildo, with the 'finger-tickler' function. Heavy breathing, five seconds grinding my hand in deep, fifteen seconds figuring out that I was working my fingers underneath the elastic bands of her panties, twenty-two seconds. After that, she spread her thighs open slowly and as wide as she hoped she could get away with without being caught. She remained absolutely still as I slipped two fingers underneath her virginal armor and into her cream-covered labia while rubbing my thumb against her clit from the outside. Back to Rhaine: "I hope, ugh, ugh, you have learned, ugh, ugh, ugh, oh, God, your lesson, ugh, ugh, and we won't, Oh, have to force ourselves on, oh, yeah, ugh, ugh, you again." By this time, Rhaine had soaked her panties so thoroughly that she was making squishing noises as she rode me. "If you give me one more kiss," I grinned at her, "I'll do what you want and get dressed." I've rarely seen someone so arrogant and conceited so utterly baffled about what they should do. Obviously, if she kissed me and I stood up, we would stop having 'safe sex,' but she was truly, in her heart, trying to enforce her will on me too. "Fine," I saved her, "if you kiss me until I surrender to you, I'll go quietly and do what you say all day long." At no time was it ever discussed between us what it would take to make me surrender; she never gave me the chance. She grabbed my head with both hands and proceeded to suck the air out of my lungs and use her tongue to wrestle my tongue into submission. No-Name Girl wasn't humping me like a kitten on speed or pretending I was blind and her cunny was Braille, imparting knowledge by touch; she was playing the nervous virgin. I gave the slightest nudge toward her left breast, she stopped me. I repeated the motion and she stopped me again. On the third try, she controlled my gradual migration over her breast and centered my fingertips over her nipple. Mind you, I still had a face full of Rhaine so I couldn't see what I was doing, but I've had sex on moonless nights and I've even had sex blindfolded once (we both were and it was really fun), so I had some experience at sexual navigation by touch alone. I didn't grab, grope, or shake her orb around; I palmed the breast and slowly contracted the hand up, letting the fingers and thumb bring the areolas and nipple into a tantalizing squeeze, then re-extend hand and repeat. Her nipple was pretty average but it soon made an appearance, so on the seventh stroke, I migrated my hand toward the middle of her chest. She groaned in disappointment until I tapped on two of her buttons rapidly before going back to the breast. She understood right off the bat and that shirt got unbuttoned in three seconds flat. Another squeeze and I rolled like a gentle breeze back to the sternum, under the shirt, and to her surprise, under the bra, and started tweaking the nipple and letting her breast roll in my palm. You know, it would be easier to tell my friends from my enemies if they weren't both trying to fuck me to death. I guess all my girl-'friends' do it out of love; my enemies are trying to bring me closer to God, as long as I get there from outside the campus grounds. There are a million worse ways to die and I shouldn't complain; the most important point is that I do have friends after all. Making the Most of Punishment I had barely gotten Nameless to suck two of my fingers and my thumb to slippery goodness and returned them to working her nipple when I heard someone not on the bed speak. "Do you think we have enough footage now, Iona?" Rio purred in a lethally seductive voice. "In the words of the immortal Rio Talon," Iona recited, "these bitches are toast." Dedicated readers will recall how I once claimed that I didn't live in the real world; I lived in Crazy Town. I still do. Rhaine rolled off me, into Nameless, and they clutched each other to avoid tumbling off my bed. (I have a newer, far bigger bed on order for the very reason that I'm tired of lovely ladies nearly taking headers off my favorite sexual encounter spot.) Rhaine was bosom to bosom with a girl whose shirt was wide open with one boob pulled out of her bra. My hand was yanked free in the exchange so I rapidly pushed myself into a semi-reclined position. Why was I not getting all the way up, you ask? Reference: Crazy Town - Mercy decided that being secretly included in a sex video was a huge turn-on. She started riding my two fingers like they were a mini-cock and she was going off like gangbusters. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, ahah." Mercy's whimpers kept rising in volume. "Oh, here it comes," was Barbie Lynn's assessment, based on deep personal experience with me. "Ah," Mercy continued with even more vigor. "Don't you worry, Barbie Lynn," Rio patted her on the shoulder, "she's not nearly as loud as you are." "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh," Mercy's whimpers became hiccups as I redoubled my efforts on her clitoris. "She's no Leigh either," Opal pointed out. "Ai, ai, ai, ai, ai, ai," Mercy began yelping louder still. "What is he doing to her?" Brandi gasped in wonderment. "Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba," Mercy's diaphragm began building up a terrible tension deep inside. "Ask him to show that to you in the shower tomorrow," Opal sighed, reliving her own tactile experiences under my care. "I'm not fixated on his cock; if I can't have it, I'll settle for his hands and mouth on me whenever I can get it." "Mother Fucker!" Mercy's head rolled back and she howled at the ceiling, killing all conversation in an instant. Silence hung over the room. Mercy started to fall forward but I caught her and let her drop onto my chest. I held her close until I felt her breathing start to come under control. She pushed up enough to look at me with eyes brimming with tears. "I'm ruined," she told me in a tired, raspy voice, then put her face into my shoulder and began wailing uncontrollably. I stroked her back and hair with my free hand. My other hand was covered in Mercy's fluids, and while some chicks might get off on being covered in their love juice, I doubted Mercy was into that kink; and besides, she was in her school uniform. "You are fine," I cooed. "No one is showing that video to anyone so you are safe. You are one of us and we'll protect you." That last bit was pulled 'outta my ass' so to speak. Every one of my friends up here had their own idea what our relationship was about and I could hardly speak for any one of them, much less all of us. "Speak for yourself, Num-nuts; I'm going to sink these skanks," Rio growled. "Rio, please," I requested in a calm and tender voice. She glared back with ill-concealed rage. "Do you have any idea what these bitches have been doing to me and the other freshmen?" Rio spat back. "Only the vaguest. And I am not saying they shouldn't make amends but there are two things we should consider," I began. It is a testament to how close Rio and I had grown that she permitted me to continue talking uninterrupted. "If we turn them in, we are precisely the type of people they think we are, immoral degenerates. This is supposed to be fun and liberating; if we start breaking people because they cut loose, actually express themselves and have fun, we become what they are and what we despise. I'll leave first," I told her. "Also, as strange as it sounds, probably more to you and me than anyone else on campus, we are Christians," I continued. Rio scoffed and clearly thought I'd lost my mind, or sold out. "You don't bend, Rio. You know right and wrong, and while you often choose wrong, you don't make excuses about it, and I've never had a better friend because I know you mean what you say and say what you mean, no matter how cutting," I explained. "You have clearly lived a socially deprived life, Rio taunted me, but her words cracked under her emotional turmoil ", if I'm what you consider to be a good friend, you stupid bitch moron cocksucker." "Let's put it to a vote," Iona volunteered the notion. "I think that's a good idea," Barbie Lynn stated, with Brandi and Opal agreeing. "Fine, whatever," grumbled Rio. "Okay. We are voting on whether or not we use the video as leverage against Rhaine, Mercy and, I looked to the nameless girl. "Joy," she provided. "Joy Jefferson." "Okay, and Joy Jefferson," I finished. "I vote 'no'." "I vote 'No'," Barbie Lynn went first, but Iona was right behind her with the same vote. "I'm actually with Rio on this one," Brandi said. "They are trying to get rid of Zane. I vote 'Yes'." "I vote 'Yes' as well," Opal agreed. "They shouldn't even be in our dorm or in Zane's room." The most surprised person in the room was now Rio. She clearly expected all the girls who had 'fallen under my spell' to do what I said, leaving her to be in the too familiar spot of being the Odd Woman Out. "I vote 'Yes' for both those reasons," she beamed hate at Rhaine, "plus I am Evil and I want your parents' heads to explode when they see you humping a guy in his dorm room while your lesbian buddies hold him down." "It is a tie," Iona pointed out. "What do we do now?" "It isn't a tie," I countered. "Not every FFU student has voted." "Oh, fuck no," Rio snapped. "They don't get a vote. I'll run and get Cappy and she'll sink their asses." "Okay," I told her. "I'm sure you can relate to having your fate boned by forces beyond your control. You go out and get as many people as you think are necessary to get them expelled and possibly tossed out by their parents. Take your time; there is nowhere they can run." Rio got halfway down the stairs before she came storming back up in a fury that would make a tornado proud. "Move, Bitch," she screamed at Mercy. I pushed Mercy out of the way because I knew what was coming while she had no clue. I scooted to the edge of the bed closest to where Rio was charging. Slap! Oh, fuck, that hurt. "You motherfucking, cock-smoking, son of a bitch," she seethed. Slap! resounded from my other cheek. I caught a glimpse of Iona coming to my aid but she was corralled by Barbie Lynn in time. Opal looked concerned and Brandi was totally stunned. "Don't you ever talk to me like that," she screamed, Slap! "I am not the Better Person. People fuck with me and I make them burn! Do you hear me?" "I understand," I responded with quiet, sincere intensity. Rio hauled off to hit me again and stopped. "Give them to me, Zane. Don't fight me on this. You'll be sorry," she threatened. "I'm doing this because I am your friend, Rio. From 6:00 a.m. on Day One, it has been you and me, and in four years when we earn our release, it will still be you and me," I related. "I don't fucking need you or your fucking pity, Shit For Brains," she growled. "Did it ever occur to you that I'm doing this for me, not you?" I explained. "Look around you right now; mostly really special people but none of them have lost their family and been sent off to live in exile." "My family is not dead, Zane," she replied, her anger misting away like fog before the Sun. "They may live and breathe but you lost them some time ago just the same," I prodded her. Rio said nothing for the longest time, then a lone tear escaped down her cheek. "Sorry, Bro," she stroked my tenderized cheek. "I'm seriously awake now, if that's any consolation," I smirked. "Smart ass," she chuckled back. "Are they okay now?" I overheard Brandi asking the other three girls on my side. "Oh, they are fine, Brandi," drawled Barbie Lynn. "They are like feuding twin brother and sister, somewhat incestuous, mind you, but they are about as close to kin, without being kin, as anyone I've ever seen, save Christina and Heaven." "Rio?" I requested once more. "Fine, the dumb bunnies can vote," she snarled, "but I am praying to God they screw it up anyway." "How do you ladies vote?" I looked to Rhaine but addressed them all. "Um, 'No'," Rhaine said quietly. When no one said anything, Joy rapidly agreed. That left everyone looking at Mercy not that her vote mattered to the final outcome; Rhaine and company were safe by at least one vote no matter what. "I," sniff, "okay, yes," gak, "I mean No!" she corrected, then added, "thank you." "The Noes have it; the video will be archived, not to be seen again until my funeral, which might convince Rhaine to let me live in peace," I teased. The three seniors sighed with relief. "Now for the punishment," Barbie Lynn pronounced. "What?" Rhaine blanched. "I thought we covered that. Are you going back on your word?" "No," Barbie Lynn smiled. "The video is out of bounds but there is still the matter of this being my dorm and me finding you in one of my student's rooms sexually molesting him. Re-read the Handbook if you doubt me or my authority, Rhaine." "We were told to be here by Dean Gorman," Rhaine countered. "Coach Gorman told you to go into Zane's room, sit on his lovely piece of male reproductive perfection, and ride it like you were in the Pony Express?" Barbie smirked. Rhaine, Joy, and Mercy realized that they had no plausible defense and too many witnesses. "What about you all being here?" Rhaine reposed desperately. "We heard his cries for help," Rio beamed. "I think Zane's cries went something like, 'Help, help, I'm trying to remain pure but these scantily clad babes are tearing off their clothes and partaking of my muscular, well-toned man-flesh'." "But that's a lie," Rhaine wailed. "Rhaine, we just salvaged your college career, if not your entire life, and you are worried about Rio's colorful recreation of events?" I inquired. "What is the punishment?" I looked to Barbie. "Spanking," she declared. "Three swats from each of us should do it - barehanded." Rhaine, Joy, and Mercy looked unhappy but not horrified. They looked decidedly less happy when Rio perked up. Morphing Intentions "Iona goes first," Rio said gleefully. "And it has to be on the bare, naked bottom, no panties; three spanks from each of us on each of you, no more than three minutes between the first and last." "No way," Rhaine snapped. She moved to the edge of the bed and stood up. "Fine. Let's go to Gorman's office right now," Barbie Lynn declared. "Zane, you come along as soon as you get dressed. "I'll do it," Mercy sniffled. "I'll take my spanking." "Me too," Joy joined in. Rhaine looked around for some lifeline but there was none. "Very well; let's get this over with," Rhaine conceded. The three girls took off their panties, which probably needed replacing anyway, turned around, bent over, and put their hands on the bed. "No, no, no," Rio denounced their efforts. "All three of you, on the bed, hands and knees with your knees at the edge." When Rhaine looked ready to object, "You agreed to this, Ladies. It is this or else!" The Condemned looked at one another, then slowly obeyed, but Rio wasn't satisfied. She pushed their tushes around and forced them to spread their legs farther apart and generally harangued them until she was happy with the arrangements. It didn't take a 'Doctor Ruth' to figure out what Rio was really doing but the three victims, plus Brandi and Iona, had no idea what they were in store for. "Iona, you first; give them something to remember you by. I'm next, followed by Barbie Lynn, Brandi, Opal, and Zane bats clean-up," (snicker) Rio directed. Barbie Lynn walked down the line, lifting up each skirt onto their back while I scrambled off to get dressed. (Okay, I walked six feet to my wardrobe and dresser.) Iona stood somewhat timidly behind Rhaine, took a deep breath, and, did a rather lukewarm smack. As soon as it fell Iona flinched, and she looked over to a glaring Rio. The next smack was hard enough to make Rhaine give a startled jump but not really cruel. The third, on the other cheek, was about as forceful. Iona stepped down the line and administered her share of the punishment. When she shuffled over to Rio, she looked embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Rio. I'm not sure about all of this. I don't want to hurt them," she explained. "It's cool," Rio soothed her. "You did exactly what I wanted you to do. Now," and whispering followed. Iona shrugged, raided my towel shelf, and headed downstairs quickly. Now it was Rio's turn. She walked up behind Rhaine, knelt between her legs, pressing them apart. "What the, Rhaine began. "Shut up and take it!" Rio growled with such menace that Rhaine turned forward and lowered her head in shame. When Rio placed a hand against Rhaine's rump, it wasn't in anger, though, but to rub it softly. "Very soft," Rio purred sensually. "Did Iona hurt you?" "Ah, not too bad," Rhaine stammered, confused by Rio's sudden affection. "I see a handprint," Rio told her. She was seeing something the rest of us were missing was all I could think. She leaned in and kissed that invisible mark, which caused more of a reaction than any of Iona's slaps. "Hey, what are you doing?" Rhaine squawked. Slap! "Ow!" cried Rhaine. She tried to pull away but Rio grabbed her hips with two hands and pulled back. "You agreed to this," Rio threatened her. Rhaine shuddered but she stopped trying to escape. "Are you going to behave so we can get this over with or do we need to make up an excuse for why we missed breakfast?" "Fine, fine, let's get this over with," Rhaine said dejectedly. "Good girl," Rio cooed. She began massaging Rhaine's right ass cheek with one hand while holding tight with her left hand on Rhaine's left hip. Rio placed a kiss on the cleft between the thigh and ass; Rhaine gave a tiny gasp, twitched, and tried to incrementally pull away. Rio was having none of that. "Bad girl," she murmured, but there was no slap this time. Instead, she slithered between Rhaine and Joy and whispered into Rhaine's ear. "Would you please get on your elbows, Sweet Rhaine?" I'd have bet money that Rhaine would have shot off her mouth if not physically resisted, but Rio was Mistress of the Moment and Rhaine meekly complied. Rio was so dominant, she even kissed Rhaine's ear and nipped the earlobe before resuming her station at Rhaine's posterior. "Is this punishment?" Brandi whispered. "Just you wait and see, Brandi," was my reply. Rio reached out with her hands, separated her ass cheeks, and soaked in the view. Right when Rhaine started to look underneath herself, Rio pushed her face into her cunt and made a loud sucking sound. "Ah!" Rhaine gasped, startled yet aroused. "Umm," Rio slurped, as she rubbed her face deep into Rhaine's Love box. I recognized the tongue technique of darting deep into the cunt, alternating with a vigorous suction of the clitoris. Instead of trying to get away, Rhaine went from resting on her elbows down to her chest touching the bed, her arms crossed, and her head resting on them. Slap! "Ow!" Rhaine whined, "That hurt." Rio was too busy giving Rhaine's cunt a world class swirly so it fell to Barbie Lynn to explain. "That's why it is called punishment, Rhaine," she said, but Rhaine was already moaning in ecstasy. A thin sheen of sweat had just started covering Rhaine's exposed flesh when Iona returned with a wicker basket full of wet cloths. I was buttoning my shirt and enjoying the show when I caught Joy and Mercy studying Rhaine with some concern and exchanging worried glances with one another. Rio seriously worked over Rhaine's cunt for another minute, then launched one more stinging slap. This time Rhaine screamed into her arm instead of out loud and didn't protest. Rio stood up and kissed the small of Rhaine's back. "You have one hot cunt, Bitch. I look forward to tearing another piece of you off later," Rio told her, voice heavy with heated passion. "Iona, towel." Iona tossed her a towel; Rio caught it one handed and used it to wipe off her face. She smiled at Barbie as the blonde came up and knelt behind Rhaine. Barbie Lynn's first spank was hardly brutal but it did get Rhaine's attention. She then began kissing each cheek as her hands parted the Senior Class President's (presumptive) ass cheeks. Her attentions wandered between the twin sets of firm muscle, her tongue flicking along Rhaine's pink, puckered star. "Gak!" Rhaine gasped. She followed it up with a serious tremor throughout her body. Barbie Lynn glanced over to me, gave me a devilish grin, and flexed her eyebrows in sheer delight. Barbie returned to Rhaine's rump and set to work using her extensive skills on her cunt, parting her lips with the fingers of one hand, pinching her clit between the thumb and forefingers of the other hand, and licking along her entire slit with her tongue. Between Joy's thighs, Rio was putting on a performance that would make Jenna Jameson proud, maybe even envious. Apparently her teenage exploration of the Arizona nightlife had not been the waste of time her parents thought it was. I doubt it mattered to Joy, who was already pushing her ass against Rio's face. On this victim, instead of spanking, Rio was biting her ass hard enough to leave marks and make Joy squeal. Two minutes into this round, Rhaine lost it and squirted all over Barbie Lynn's face. This was apparently her first squirter because Barbie tried to back away from the eruption, which only guaranteed that it splashed all over her body from eyebrows to both bodacious breasts. "Rhaine," Barbie Lynn scolded her fellow senior, "you could have warned me." Rhaine didn't respond; her face nestled down on her arms and her whole body wracked with waves of orgasmic bliss and her lungs fighting for air - she was in no state to respond. As Barbie stripped off her shirt, I gave her a washcloth and one of my white shirts. I tossed Rio her second cloth of the morning and motioned Brandi forward. "She's, she's still having her orgasm," Brandi questioned. "That's why this is called punishment," I explained with a knowing smile. Brandi opened her mouth in surprise, followed by understanding, and then a race to get between Rhaine's legs and take her first lick of Rhaine's quivering quim. "Ah, ah, ah,  Barbie Lynn, I've, Rhaine finally articulated ", never done that before, I swear. I am sorry." That was all she could muster; right after that, her fists crumpled up the quilt on my bed and she bit down on the folds in an attempt to stifle the increasingly slutty moans Brandi was bringing forth. Barbie Lynn decided not to put on my shirt, maybe not comprehending that her lacy beige bra had been rendered virtually transparent by Rhaine's ejaculate. Besides myself, Opal was also fixated on the view of her pendulous orbs and gorgeous engorged nipples. The blonde took a different approach with Joy. She lifted up the girl's hips, elevated her to the point Barbie could lick her from pubic mound to ass and back again. I knew Barbie Lynn was strong, but I'd never exploited that quality in that manner. I made a note for experimentation tomorrow night. "No, no, no, no," Joy repeated in a desperate effort to fight off the sensations that were pulsating in an irresistible current surging up from the wellspring of her womanhood. "I can't do this," she sobbed. "Lord, please save me." I hurried around the bed and slid beside Joy's head. I took her by the chin and made eye contact. "Joy, if you really want this to stop, it will end right now," I promised her, though I was sure I was getting a dirty, if unseen, glare from Rio. "You gave your word but if you honestly believe you have been punished enough, take my hand and I'll escort you out of here." I offered my hand to her and she stared at it. "Get me out of here," she panted, tears trickling down her cheeks and gathering at her chin. "No, you get yourself out of here. Give up and agree to leave Mercy and Rhaine to take the punishment you agreed to." "Take my hand, abandon them, and I'll clean you up and escort you back to the fifth floor. That will be the end of it and nothing more will be said," I defined my terms. Barbie Lynn was still going to town on Joy's clit and the poor victim so desperately wanted to escape her nearly impossible battle with her own incendiary sexuality, which was no longer begging for release but tearing its prison down brick by brick. Joy almost reached my hand but fell short at the last moment. "God forgive me," she wept. He breathing began spiraling out of control. "Ugh, ugh, ugh, oh, please, stop, I beg, beg you." Divine intervention or not, Barbie Lynn's session ended and Joy was given breathing room. She even had a moment to look up at me and give a weak smile as if she had gained some small triumph. Her self-deception was made evident to her the moment Brandi exploded onto her scene. What the girl lacked in technique and experience, she more than compensated with raw, hungry enthusiasm. Joy's eyes grew as wide as limpid saucers, "Oh, No!" she wailed. Gurgling came next, and finally, "This can't be happening. God Forgive Me!" and what may have been her first sexual climax. She did grab my hands then and pulled them to her. Her face was slack, her mouth open and panting, and her eyes had this far-off look, so I lowered my lips to her face and licked her lips before settling my lips on hers and basically coaxing her tongue as it struggled to deal with several more waves of orgasm. I kept her kiss going with the occasional rest break so she could continue to breath. "Thank you," she whispered to me as she started to stabilize. "We FFU have to stick together," I both reminded her and boggled her shaken mind at the same time. Half an hour ago she had no doubt I didn't belong here and wasn't really FFU material, male and immoral. In her regard for me, I could see her blind acceptance of traditional FFU dogma weakening. "I've got to go now; it is almost my time to start punishing Rhaine," I softly informed Joy. Her hormone-trampled mind struggled to grasp that she was halfway through her torture. Brandi would finish soon, then it would be Opal, and then it would me, a male; me, face first at the gateway to her sacred womb. Her virginity would be spared from extinction by my will alone and I could tell that scared the hell out of her. She'd been chosen for her belief that Zane was a corrupter and that extraordinary measures were necessary to drive him out, no matter how sinful they may appear, and now she was face down and bare ass up, surrounded in his room by him and his friends. The most terrifying thing of all may well have been that we had made her feel more like a woman than she'd ever felt before. Where Rhaine had divorced her feelings and pleasure from her grasp of reality, and Joy was beating herself up every step of the way, Mercy had completely submerged herself in the transformation her body was going through. Mercy had already experienced one orgasm and come crashing down into doubt and self-loathing, only to be shown that her life wasn't over and no one thought the worst of her for actually enjoying sex. She didn't feel like a tramp or a slut; she felt alive and burning bright, so when Rio gave her that first hard spank, she'd moaned instead of crying out, and when the 'felon' gave her first few licks, Mercy reached under her body with one arm and started rubbing her slit in tandem with Rio's face dance. Even Rio's snicker didn't dampen her ardor, and when Rio took Mercy's hand and pushed two of Mercy's fingers deep in, Mercy thrust back with her hips so that her fingers touched her hymen. When Rio pulled Mercy's hand out of her twat, Mercy whimpered in need, but when she felt her fingers go into a different damp, warm orifice, she stopped, and when Rio's mouth started sucking the juices off of those fingers and twirling her tongue around each individual digit, Mercy couldn't help herself from wiggling her hips like a bitch in heat. With the fingers clean, Rio inserted them, along with two of her own fingers, back into Mercy's cunt, extremely stretching it out. Rio then came around the far side of Mercy, away from the others, and whispered into her ear. Later she related what was said: "You like that don't you?" Rio teased. Mercy nodded vigorously. "Come to Zane's room tonight and I'll fuck you all night long. You'll be my bitch. Do you understand that?" Another vigorous nod. "I've got to leave you soon to these other girls and Zane, but don't you forget you are mine now; my property, my mate. Don't make me hunt you down and put my brand on your ass, clear?" One final, excited nod. I live in Crazy Town. On par with that information was the fact that I had promised the night to Heaven and I had no clue how in the hell that was going to work out. My bed barely held three people, four was asking too much. If you made one of those people Heaven with her secret, the term 'impossible' came to mind. At the start of the line, Opal met Rhaine. She landed two very loud, wet smacks on Rhaine's behind, causing the senior to rock forward. Having gotten most of the 'cover story' (the spanking) out of the way, Opal rolled Rhaine onto her back with only the weakest of protests. She started a few gentle teases and kisses with her lips to Rhaine's cunt while Rhaine's legs dangled off the floor. Once she got Rhaine back into an erotic state, Opal began lifting Rhaine's thighs up and out until she'd pushed Rhaine's knees almost back to her breasts and feeding like a ravenous succubus on every inch of thigh, cunt, ass, and stomach. Opal hadn't been gentle with Brandi, but she'd been absolutely gentle, kind, and caring compared to the treatment Rhaine was getting. Rhaine held it in as long as possible but when she cut loose, she cut loose in a big way. Her fists pounded the bed repeatedly, her head swept back and forth, and her lower torso kept thrusting off the bed and into Opal's mouth, lips, and tongue. "Damn!" she screamed through clenched teeth as her body expended one last spasm. Opal succeeded in catching most of Rhaine's fluid eruption, rolled the heavily panting Rhaine to one side, and administered the proscribed last spank. "You're up, Zane," she winked with a smile, before cleaning her face and moving on to the nearly as devastated Joy. I settled between Rhaine's legs and began administering kisses. "Please, Zane," she begged, "it hurts. I'm so sore. Please just spank me." "Sorry, I can't do that," I told her sternly. Rhaine closed her eyes and muttered some kind of prayer, though she made no attempt to shield her body from me. I doubt she even knew I was lying beside her until my first kiss played upon her eyelids. "You are not going to, to me?" she inquired with a desperate hope. "No. I'm going to spank you so hard you can't sit for a week," I threatened, "unless I forget my three-minute time limit. I can't imagine what would possibly distract me, though." It took Rhaine's sexually fatigued mind a moment to catch on but when she did, she clasped her hands on either side of my face and kissed me with an inspired intensity. I let my fingers play along her breastbone and stroke her breasts through her shirt and bra. About a minute into this little game, I discovered Rio leaning over us, clearing her throat. "This monster made us jump out a second-story window," she stared intently. Fear crept back into Rhaine's eyes as she glanced from Rio to me. "I am biting her tongue, I promise," I grinned. "I'm not joking, Zane," Rio warned me. "Fine," I groaned. "Rhaine, roll toward me," I instructed, as I propped myself up, and she reluctantly rolled toward me. I put a hand on her hip, hiked up her skirt and rolled her farther to me until I got a good look at her rump. "Rio, take a look at this, please," I motioned to Rhaine's ass. Rhaine blushed and lowered her head. I doubt having her ass naked and on display on my bed was what she intended or even imagined possible when she got up this morning. I ran a hand along her spine to the cleft between her cheeks and squeezed the upper one tightly. "This is a thing of beauty," I told Rio, but clearly wanting Rhaine thinking about what was being said. Rio knew me too well to think I'd turn that ass cheek red so she took the other path. Rio reached out and stroked it too. "Okay, Zane; it is damn sexy," Rio acknowledged grudgingly. I took Rhaine's hand in my own and placed it on her side, just below the ribs, and led it in a wandering trip to her lower back, then to the cheek I'd displayed to Rio. "See, Rhaine, you have a fantastic ass. God knew what he was doing when he made you," I told her. "It is a pity we can't see you in shorts or a bikini from time to time." "That is sinful and leads men into the Sin of Lust," Rhaine said with absolute conviction. "This is the work of the Devil, not God." Rio ground her teeth but I grinned. "Did God create the male peacock?" I questioned, while I kept hold of Rhaine's hand and stroking her ass from tailbone to the dip into the bottom of her sopping wet cunt. "Yes," she cautiously replied, her breath coming faster and faster. "Yet we don't run around putting them in garbage bags because they are enticing to the eye," I reasoned. "You make it sound like it isn't a man's fault that he can't control his own impulses, even though he is supposed to lead his household." "God made you beautiful and he made me with will enough to look at you and respect any decision you make about your body," I hammered away. "I'm not going to say I don't want to have sex with you because that would be a lie, but the important thing to me is that you took a Purity Pledge and I have to respect that." Rhaine had nothing to say at that moment. I was clearly a randy bastard who preyed upon good Christian girls and tricked them into surrendering to my dark desires. "You are trying to trick me," she panted, while I leaned in and kissed her neck and ear. "Rhaine, I've been trying to avoid you since we first met. You are the one who cornered me in my dorm," I pointed out. "You came into my room when you knew I was either naked or getting dressed. You chose to crawl onto my bed when I was sitting down, meditating and clearly naked. I was hoping my blatant sexuality would make you leave me alone, not attack me." "Don't blame Rhaine," Rio joked to me. "Rhaine, Zane's like sex candy," she directed to Rhaine. "You won't be the first bunch of Christian bitches we've had to rescue Zane from. It is not his fault; it is ours. He's masculine, kind, and available. You know that he has been in three fights since coming here; right?" "Uh, uh, uh, yes," Rhaine panted. "It makes him dangerous, he's a man." "Really?" Rio chortled. "Two of those fights were to save me from you ladies, and he stopped fighting the moment I was safe. The third fight was caused because two of our girls were being set upon by those University guys and Zane put his body in the way, they hit him first." "I, is this true?" she said with a heavy breath. "Ask Mercy to tell you the truth, not what they've told her to say. Ask Cappadocia about that first fight and the fight off campus. You may not like Iona but she wouldn't lie to you and she knows how that second fight started," Rio sounded so reasonable. I slowly rolled over onto Rhaine while I kissed her neck and shoulders. "Ah, ew, yes," Rhaine cooed passionately. "Tricking me," she sighed but that didn't stop her from slowly moving her arms and legs around me. "Do you want to be on top?" I whispered to Rhaine. "I, uh," she stammered, then nodded. We rolled to the very foot of the bed and started a serious make-out session. I began rubbing down her mid- and lower back for a bit before moving to her ass cheeks and giving them a firm squeeze. "That doesn't hurt too much, does it?" I asked compassionately. "Umm, no, feels good," she managed to get out between kisses. "Okay," Rio smirked as she tapped Rhaine's shoulder. "Tap out; your time is up. Now get off my bitch (meaning me). He's got two more of you to go through before we can leave." "Huh? What?" Rhaine sounded confused, then, "it's over?" Her eyes betrayed how little she wanted this to stop right now. "Good," Rhaine sighed sadly. She began sliding down my body. When she saw that I was rising slower than she was receding, Rhaine waited until our lips met before continuing. We remained lip-locked until we stood up, my hands cupping her ass (now covered by her skirt once more) and her arms wrapped around my neck. "Have you learned your lesson?" I inquired when we finally came up for air. Rhaine looked at me for several seconds, unsure what to say. "Joy's waiting," Barbie Lynn reminded us both. Rhaine let her hands drop to her sides and stepped back. Barbie Lynn pressed something into her hands which turned out to be a fresh pair of panties. "I doubt you want to put on your old pair," Barbie Lynn pointed out, "and these are fresh out of the bag." "Thank you, Barbie Lynn," Rhaine said with embarrassment. "Here is a washcloth," Iona added as she handed one over. "You can go behind my wardrobe to change," I offered. The thought of any of the girls going behind a veil to avoid exposing themselves as they cleaned up and put on underwear might appear pointless, but after everything those three had gone through, handing them back a piece of their dignity was a kindness we could all afford. Rhaine disappeared from sight and I turned to Joy. Opal was still giving her a seriously hard time despite the time limit expiring and gave me a wink as she went to displace Brandi on Mercy. I put a knee on the bed and lifted Joy up. She squealed but didn't squirm and I carefully maneuvered her onto her feet. I held her tight while she reoriented. "Are you okay?" I voiced my concern. Joy gave a brief nod. "Are you ready for your last punishment?" Joy looked me in the eyes, then gave the tiniest acknowledgement. "Now stand on your tiptoes, put one hand around my neck, and use the other to hold up the back of your skirt while you press tightly against me." When she had done as I directed, I looked deep into her eyes. I spanked her cheeks, left-right-left, drawing forth a sharp breath, gritted teeth, and tears brimming in her eyes. I had not been gentle but sometimes a person needs punishment to forgive themselves for feeling good about something they've been told is wrong. That was the pop psychology I was running on at the moment. If I got it wrong, forgive me; I'm only eighteen. No sooner had Barbie Lynn and Iona supplied Joy with her parting gifts did Mercy howl. Her further outbursts were muted by her grabbing my much abused pillow and using it as a muzzle. Her body tensing and recoiling time and again was both frightening and erotic combined, and I was suddenly trying to remember if anyone close by knew CPR. Opal fell back on her ass and looked at the rest of us. "That was wild," she smiled, and licked her lips, "but I think I need to go change." I helped Opal stand and we exchanged a rich yet messy, sticky kiss. "Best intervention ever," Opal joked with me, then skipped off down the stairs. I turned to Mercy and plopped down beside her. A quick examination showed a sweaty, tired young lady with a sensual smile on her lips. "I think she's had enough, but" , I swatted her ass lightly three times and stood up. "Breakfast anyone?" Dorm Life, Heaven, and Mercy too. We were late heading out of the dorm so, under Rhaine's watchful control, the group jogged toward the dining hall. As we made the final approach, Rhaine grabbed my arm. Rhaine, Joy, Mercy and I slowed down while the rest headed in ahead of us. "What are we going to say?" Rhaine hissed in a panicky voice. "I was childish, blocked the door, and you caught me sneaking down a fire escape," I suggested. "You will get in trouble," Rhaine said with utter confusion. "I can take it better than you can," I related. "I don't understand. Why are you, all of you, doing this for us?" Joy asked. "Because," I snorted, "we are the good guys." They clearly thought I was a nut but going inside cut off the conversation. "Besides, I need to do something that's going to be rough on both of us." The Smartest Girl on Campus Looking back on things, that first Monday when it was only Rio and I realizing what I was became the only time I entered the Dining Hall or Assembly without being noticed. First I had been a novelty, now I was the freakish center of the storm. I sort of held my reactions in reverse; the hateful looks my enemies gave me made me laugh while the hopeful looks my allies gave me scared the hell out of me. I was dwelling on that quirk in my nature when I reached the spot my gang was sitting; we had our own location and the majority of the school had given it their blessing. Weird? Only the Class Presidents had their own preordained spots. Speaking of which, "Hey, Jungle Boy," Rio teased in such a dangerous way that I felt my balls crawl up into my body. "Iona nominated you for Freshman Class President." "Ha, ha, ha," I joked dryly, then looked to Iona. She couldn't meet my gaze. "Iona, why? Why didn't you at least ask me first?" "I knew you would say 'no'," she replied softly, then she looked up with more determination, "but I know you would be a great Class President." "Don't sweat it, Zane," Rio chuckled. "You need fifty signatures to be on the ballet." "He has seventy-two," Iona informed us. "Gak! How long have I been out there?" I gasped. "Nine minutes," Iona smirked bashfully. I looked around the room, humbled and disturbed. You have to remember that there weren't 250 freshmen and nearly one-third had decided that I should lead them; the faculty must be having kittens. I was thinking that over when a previous bit of theater came back to bite me in the ass. A girl I vaguely knew, Arielle, a fellow freshman, put her hand on my shoulder and waited. It took me a second to clue in but thankfully she and the others were patient. I put my hand on top of hers. "Thank you," I told her. She smiled and moved away, immediately replaced by another freshman. Over 80 freshmen followed and I could feel the disgust emanating from the head table were Chancellor Bazz sat. Friends like Brandi and Dove came over to congratulate me on my nomination but I realized my more savvy friends stayed away. They knew the struggle I was in for and the very real possibility that even if I was elected, Chancellor Bazz would simply kick me out. I'd be going to them for advice and counsel. I guess I might actually have to ask Iona who the Sophomore and Junior Class Presidents were. In fact, "Iona, who are the other Class Presidents?" I inquired. "They would be those haughty bitches in pleated skirts," Rio interrupted. "Funny like a crutch," I replied snidely. "Besides, that describes about half the girls here." "These would be the ones avoiding you like the plague," Rio snickered. "Here you go," Iona intervened, showing me two pictures on her phone. "Besides, you aren't that alone; the Science Club and Botany Club both support you." "Whoop-de-do," Rio huffed. "What are they going to do? Send nasty e-mails and throw clods of dirt on our opponents?" "Could I meet with them?" I asked Iona, ignoring Rio's snide asides. "They've both agreed to help with your Solarium," Iona shot a 'that will show you' to Rio, "and you already know the head of the Science Club but I can set up a meeting if you like." "Make it so," I commanded loftily. "Zane, if you become Class President Iona will be your Personal Assistant, but what does that make me?" Rio inquired. "My House Assassin," I suggested. Rio seemed to like the idea, it fit with her violent tendencies, but she wanted an explanation. "You are almost always underestimated, and like me, you have nothing to lose." "House Assassin," Rio mulled it over. "Okay, but I prefer the title 'Ninja Reaper Angel'." Rio and I exchanged looks; hers mischievous and mine one of amusement. "N R A"

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Anna von Sachsen mag etwas kontrollierend gewesen sein. Doch bei ihrem Tod am 1.10.1585 hinterlässt sie einen wahren Wissensschatz darüber, wie man einen Haushalt führt. Von Maren Gottschalk.

Send us a textHannah and Laura are wrapping up The Year of the Dresden and trying to remember what happened in Jim Butcher's book, White Night. They also discuss the relevancy of a book Laura read for her book club, a TV show that hit too close to home for Hannah, and the amount of time Hannah has spent exploring on Silksong...so far.*This episode contains SPOILERS for White Night by Jim Butcher. Spoiler section begins at: 36 min 55 secs. ***CW for the episode: discussions of social justice, racism, homophobia, violence, death, sexism, sexual assault, self-harm, gore, vampires, sex, religionMedia Mentions:White Night by Jim Butcher 1984 by George Orwell Farenheit 451 by Ray BradburyAnthem by Ayn RandTo Kill a Mockingbird by Harper LeeBrave New World by Aldous HuxleyParable of the Sower by Octavia ButlerBlack Mirror---NetflixAlien: Earth---Hulu The Bear---Hulu Friendship---HBO Max Murderland: Crime and Bloodlust in the Time of Serial Killers by Caroline Fraser Hollow Knight: Silksong video game Platonic---Apple TV Friends from College---NetlixWreck-It Ralph---Disney+Ralph Breaks the Internet---Disney+Charmed---HuluRevenge Arc by Cat VoleurWitch King by Martha WellsQueen Demon by Martha WellsA Mouthful of Dust by Nghi VoThe City in Glass by Nghi VoSupport the showBe sure to follow OWWR Pod!www.owwrpod.com Twitter (updates only): @OwwrPodBlueSky: @OwwrPodTikTok: @OwwrPodInstagram: @owwrpodThreads: @OwwrPodHive: @owwrpodSend us an email at: owwrpod@gmail.comCheck out OWWR Patreon: patreon.com/owwrpodOr join OWWR Discord! We'd love to chat with you!You can follow Hannah at:Instagram: @brews.and.booksThreads: @brews.and.booksTikTok: @brews.and.booksYou can follow Laura at:Instagram: @goodbooksgreatgoatsBlueSky: @myyypod

I traveled around Germany with 2 of the coolest people I could ever dream of going on a trip with. We went to six King 810 shows in different cities throughout Germany. Heres the 1st podcast from that trip.

Handle It. | Legalism by Dresden.Church

In this episode of Dear Church, Chris sits down with Will Norrid to explore the beautiful, unified story of Scripture. From Genesis to Revelation, the Bible weaves together one powerful narrative that points us to God's plan for humanity. Will, who has served in full-time ministry for over twenty years with the Lebanon Church of Christ in Dresden, TN, brings a deep love for storytelling, teaching, and helping others see how the entire Bible connects as one. His background in ministry, writing, and teaching has shaped his passion for showing how God's Word continues to transform lives today.   Connect with Us: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/dearchurch_podcast/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61564673680147 YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@DearChurch   Website: https://www.rippleoflight.org/ ROL Facebook: http://facebook.com/rippleoflight ROL Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/rippleoflight ROL YouTube: http://youtube.com/rippleoflight ROL Rumble: http://rumble.com/rippleoflight   Have a question? Email Chris at chris.mccurley@rippleoflight.com.  

Welcome to the Farmer Rapid Fire on RealAg Radio, brought to you by Pioneer Seeds Canada! On today’s edition of the show, your host Shaun Haney is joined by: Philip Shaw of Dresden, Ont.; Ryan Barrett of Kensington, PEI; John Kowalchuk of Trochu, Alta.; Daryl Fransoo of Glaslyn, Sask.; and, Pioneer agronomist Mike Weir based... Read More

Der SV Darmstadt thront an der Zweitliga-Spitze und will am Freitag gegen Dresden den nächsten Sieg einfahren. Außerdem besprechen Niklas und Noah die ersten Ergebnis-Rückschläge von Hannover 96, die Krise bei Hertha BSC sowie die restlichen Partien des 7. Spieltags. Kontakt zu den Moderatoren: [Niklas Heising](https://www.instagram.com/hahoheising/) [Noah Friedmann](https://www.instagram.com/lookingforfriedmann/) [Marcus Mühlenbeck](https://www.instagram.com/magicmaggus/)

Welcome to the Farmer Rapid Fire on RealAg Radio, brought to you by Pioneer Seeds Canada! On today’s edition of the show, your host Shaun Haney is joined by: Philip Shaw of Dresden, Ont.; Ryan Barrett of Kensington, PEI; John Kowalchuk of Trochu, Alta.; Daryl Fransoo of Glaslyn, Sask.; and, Pioneer agronomist Mike Weir based... Read More

Handle It. | Criticism by Dresden.Church

Nuestro Insólito Universo ¦¦ Dresden y Coventry; En los cinco minutos de duración que tiene este programa se narran historias asombrosas referentes a cualquier tema.La primera transmisión de este programa se realizó por la RadioNacional de Venezuela el 4 de agosto de 1969 y su éxito fue tal que, posteriormente, fue transmitido también por Radio Capital y, actualmente, se mantiene en la Radio Nacional (AM) y en los circuitos Éxitos y Onda, de Unión Radio (FM), lo cual le otorga una tribuna de red AM y FM que cubren todo el país, uno de los programas radiales más premiados y de mayor duración en la historia de la radio de Venezuela.

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