#DubElements

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Maaşım yatar yatmaz bisiklet ekipmanları aldım. Benim ocağımı söndürecek şey belli oldu bu yıl. Gün boyu Decathlon ve amazonda gezip ekipman ve aksesuar bakıyorum. Biri beni durdursun.

[aremuorin]

Art, Fashion, Music – and the Power of Purpose #DubelPrize #AremuorinSpeaks #ArtForChange

[suyabatmaz]

Great Set!    Deep Progressive Techno #7

[lukaszrygalo]

Dubel!

[basic204]

Super Class

Fuck every single one of those bastards.

I remember the day it happened. The day my life was ruined. We were taking notes on the French Revolution when Richard Kissinger sneezed and electricity crackled out of his nose, Allison Fletcher's eraser flew up into her hand when she went to pick it up, and Hannah Dubel turned invisible not even a second later.

The class erupted into chaos with everyone suddenly discovering their newfound powers by the second. Yohan O'Connor kept shooting laser beams out of his eyes in random directions, Juna Lim was growing tall enough to hit the ceiling and then shrinking to the size of a bat, and Tommy Tucker kept crushing pencils like paper between his fingers in stupified awe.

"Henry!" My friend Tate Miller said giddily to me as if Christmas had come. "Look! Look! Look what I can do!"

He stuck out his palm and then ice suddenly formed in the middle.

"Cool!" I said excitedly. "I can't believe it! We're all getting powers!"

"Yeah! What can you do Henry?!"

"I dunno yet!" I said. "I'm still trying to figure it out."

His looked at me puzzled and his smile dropped. That's when the bullying began.

The media pounced on it like starving bloodhounds. They dubbed us "class super" and instantly hit national media.

The school was quick to act. We were suddenly living gold bars to them. Enrollment soared, investors begged for the school to take their money. The school became private. Our class was treated like gods and was basically allowed to do anything we wanted as long as we were still technically enrolled. Classmates began taking hero apprenticeships, movie roles, and going on talk shows.

Except me.

It caught on pretty quickly that I was the only one out of them to still be normal. They bullied me mercilessly. I think they were jealous I could still be a normal student and used me to relieve stress from their sudden stressful hero lives. But I don't care. Fuck them.

It was like a flip switched. They beat me. Humiliated me. Spat on me. Tortured me. Everyday was hell.

Hannah would turn invisible and pull my pants down. Jason Kurd would shoot fire balls at my feet and laugh, telling me to "dance!" Karen Deen would mind control me to do anything she wanted, from eating feces to making me act like a chihuahua. Tommy liked to punch me until I puked. All of them took part in something. The worse was when Tate and Richard played "Henry Hunting". They'd give me five minutes to run, then brutally hunt me down, drag me to the bathroom, then dunk my head in the toilet. Bonus points if their was already shit in it.Whenever I sobbed and begged them to stop, they mimicked my cries and laughed.

The principal must have figured I was their stress ball. He paid my parents big bucks to keep me from transferring. When I pleaded to them to not make me go while covered in bruises and burns, Dad would tut tut and say, "Henry, toughen up and be a man. You're being such a drama queen." Then go on luxury vacations with Mom. It only stopped when tried to kill myself. I attempted before, but this time was bad enough to land me in the hospital. Initially my parents wanted to send me back but I promised I'd kill myself for real if I did. They ended up kicking me out of the house.

And you know what happened to my classmates? They went on with their lives and graduated. They became celebrities. Actors. Heros. They had fan clubs. They had midnight specials. Riches. Awards. Admiration. Everything.

I had nothing. I dropped out. I was homeless while they lived it up. It was unfair. Eventually I tried to sell my story to the media but no one believed me. The school had worked hard to cover up my abuse. I hated them with all my soul but tried to get on with my life and live peacefully for the next ten years.

Until I found out about the reunion.

I saw a news reporter on televison saying this would be the first time the entire super class would meet up in person since highschool. My heart flamed. The "whole class" huh? I hadn't received an invitation. I shouldn't of cared, but the well of anger and injustice that had been swelling in me for years bubbled up. Why didn't I stop by for a visit?

The reunion was held in our old school gym. But it looked more like a fancy ball than a gym. It was pimped out with long expensive tables of every kind of food you could imagine, with silk banisters individually embroidered to have every classmate's face on them, except mine. There was a delicate ice fountain in the middle of the room and servers ran expertly to and fro, assisting guests. The media was banned from entering so the guests could have some peace to catch up.

They weren't expecting me to show up. I took satisfaction in their shocked faces when I came through the front door, dressed in a shabby grey suit. I smiled when I saw their faces. It made me burn with anger.

"Hello!" I waved to everyone enthusiastically. " Remember me guys?" Everyone looked uncomfortable.

I went up to the snack table and spotted Hannah Dubel.

"Hey Hannah! Long time no see."

She nodded uncomfortably in her expensive designer dress and didn't look at me.

"Good to see you too! Hey, remember when you used to forcibly pants me in front of others? I do, fun times!"

She said nothing.

"Ahaha of course. Stay quiet. What a great hero you are! Hey, you know what's strange? You guys actually forgot to send me an invitation! How funny huh?"

Richard stepped in between us. I knew from the news he had married Hannah. He was wearing his signature red and white hero outfit. The rest of our classmates watched on uneasily.

"That's enough Henry." He said. He too wouldn't look me in the eyes.

I gave him a hateful smile and clenched my fists.

"Hey, Dick, how've you been?" I said cheerfully, "heard you won the nobel peace prize? Hey, I'm hurt though. You didn't mention me in your speech! What with all the fun games we've played together?"

"You're acting immature." He said.

"Oh, I'm acting immature?" I snapped. "Hey, remember all the times I tried to commit suicide after you bullied me? Was it fun to watch?"

He looked alarmed and guilty but quickly looked away.

"What do you want Henry? An apology? We're sorry."

"No your not!" I hissed. "Fuck you guys. Fuck you for ruining my life."

I punched him. It didn't do much.

"Will fighting us make you feel better? Stop it Henry." He said.

I tried punching him again. I was even more furious how it didn't hurt him. I tried punching Hannah. This time He shoved me into the table.

It's embarrassing to say, but I died. The way the back of my neck hit they table snapped my neck. I thought that'd be it of my miserable life.

But I woke up. Cold, naked, and cut up in a morgue. I was lucky they didn't bury me. I'd learn later it was because they wanted to dissect me to try and understand why I was the only one who didn't gain powers back then.

I sat up on a surgical table, dazed, and looked down at my stomach. It was sliced open, and my guts plopped out gently onto the floor in a squishy mess. I was confused, and then I felt a warmth, and the slit in my stomach began to close.

It took a while for my foggy brain to process what was going on. I was in a morgue, my stomach had been cut open, and, it was healing? Then everything clicked. I laughed mirthlessly.

All this time- guess I did have a power!

[fundgruber]

Philharmonie brennt, 2008 Hi Schatz!“ Zweite Ausgabe Fantôme Verlag 2022 Foto Martin Eberle, Text Heinrich Dubel https://www.instagram.com/p/ChJ1o0Gshuv/

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The following month, IBF will order Gustwew Daniel Dubel Dobois to defend their 41-year-olds, deusa, on April 22nd. The two Brits have the last day of June 21 to control the battle. Fans on media angry about the battle. They feel that I’m looking for a good looking for 27 years old. 22 The safety stress IBF needs to make their most polite name to avoid fighting victims not to be opponents and…

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Names generated from proper star names and common flowers

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11 जनवरी 2025 (शनिवार) को

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[aremuorin]

Dubel Prize Award Shortlist- Emily Hana - #Aremuorin #MercyfulGrace #DubelPrize

Written by Aremuorin / Contact / Mailing List / Linktree / Latest Post / WhatsApp – Let’s keep the conversation going !!! “Art and music are the only languages I speak fluently—they are my greatest teachers.”– Aremuorin I had a fantastic time at the Dubel Prize Awards shortlist this week! When life imitates art, it’s truly the best place to be. Huge thanks to Dubel Prize for the…

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Stara znajoma!

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पाखंडी कथावचकों ने सनातन धर्म का बेड़ा गर्क कर दिया...

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शिव का कोई पिता नहीं है।

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[basic204]

Fuck every single one of those bastards.

I remember the day it happened. The day my life was ruined. We were taking notes on the French Revolution when Richard Kissinger sneezed and electricity crackled out of his nose, Allison Fletcher's eraser flew up into her hand when she went to pick it up, and Hannah Dubel turned invisible not even a second later.

The class erupted into chaos with everyone suddenly discovering their newfound powers by the second. Yohan O'Connor kept shooting laser beams out of his eyes in random directions, Juna Lim was growing tall enough to hit the ceiling and then shrinking to the size of a bat, and Tommy Tucker kept crushing pencils like paper between his fingers in stupified awe.

"Henry!" My friend Tate Miller said giddily to me as if Christmas had come. "Look! Look! Look what I can do!"

He stuck out his palm and then ice suddenly formed in the middle.

"Cool!" I said excitedly. "I can't believe it! We're all getting powers!"

"Yeah! What can you do Henry?!"

"I dunno yet!" I said. "I'm still trying to figure it out."

His looked at me puzzled and his smile dropped. That's when the bullying began.

The media pounced on it like starving bloodhounds. They dubbed us "class super" and instantly hit national media.

The school was quick to act. We were suddenly living gold bars to them. Enrollment soared, investors begged for the school to take their money. The school became private. Our class was treated like gods and was basically allowed to do anything we wanted as long as we were still technically enrolled. Classmates began taking hero apprenticeships, movie roles, and going on talk shows.

Except me.

It caught on pretty quickly that I was the only one out of them to still be normal. They bullied me mercilessly. I think they were jealous I could still be a normal student and used me to relieve stress from their sudden stressful hero lives. But I don't care. Fuck them.

It was like a flip switched. They beat me. Humiliated me. Spat on me. Tortured me. Everyday was hell.

Hannah would turn invisible and pull my pants down. Jason Kurd would shoot fire balls at my feet and laugh, telling me to "dance!" Karen Deen would mind control me to do anything she wanted, from eating feces to making me act like a chihuahua. Tommy liked to punch me until I puked. All of them took part in something. The worse was when Tate and Richard played "Henry Hunting". They'd give me five minutes to run, then brutally hunt me down, drag me to the bathroom, then dunk my head in the toilet. Bonus points if their was already shit in it.Whenever I sobbed and begged them to stop, they mimicked my cries and laughed.

The principal must have figured I was their stress ball. He paid my parents big bucks to keep me from transfering. When I pleaded to them to not make me go while covered in brusies and burns, Dad would tut tut and say, "Henry, toughen up and be a man. You're being such a drama queen." Then go on luxury vacations with Mom. It only stopped when tried to kill myself. I attempted before, but this time was bad enough to land me in the hospital. Initally my parents wanted to send me back but I promised I'd kill myself for real if I did. They ended up kicking me out of the house.

And you know what happened to my classmates? They went on with their lives and graduated. They became celebrities. Actors. Heros. They had fan clubs. They had midnight specials. Riches. Awards. Admiration. Everything.

I had nothing. I dropped out. I was homeless while they lived it up. It was unfair. Eventually I tried to sell my story to the media but no one believed me. The school had worked hard to cover up my abuse. I hated them with all my soul but tried to get on with my life and live peacefully for the next ten years.

Until I found out about the reunion.

I saw a news reporter on televison saying this would be the first time the entire super class would meet up in person since highschool. My heart flamed. The "whole class" huh? I hadn't received an invitation. I shouldn't of cared, but the well of anger and injustice that had been swelling in me for years bubbled up. Why didn't I stop by for a visit?

The reunion was held in our old school gym. But it looked more like a fancy ball than a gym. It was pimped out with long expensive tables of every kind of food you could imagine, with silk banisters individually embroidered to have every classmate's face on them, except mine. There was a delicate ice fountain in the middle of the room and servers ran expertly to and fro, assisting guests. The media was banned from entering so the guests could have some peace to catch up.

They weren't expecting me to show up. I took satisfaction in their shocked faces when I came through the front door, dressed in a shabby grey suit. I smiled when I saw their faces. It made me burn with anger.

"Hello!" I waved to everyone enthusiastically. " Remember me guys?" Everyone looked uncomfortable.

I went up to the snack table and spotted Hannah Dubel.

"Hey Hannah! Long time no see."

She nodded uncomfortably in her expensive designer dress and didn't look at me.

"Good to see you too! Hey, remember when you used to forcibly pants me in front of others? I do, fun times!"

She said nothing.

"Ahaha of course. Stay quiet. What a great hero you are! Hey, you know what's strange? You guys actually forgot to send me an invitation! How funny huh?"

Richard stepped in between us. I knew from the news he had married Hannah. He was wearing his signature red and white hero outfit. The rest of our classmates watched on uneasily.

"That's enough Henry." He said. He too wouldn't look me in the eyes.

I gave him a hateful smile and clenched my fists.

"Hey, Dick, how've you been?" I said cheerfully, "heard you won the nobel peace prize? Hey, I'm hurt though. You didn't mention me in your speech! What with all the fun games we've played together?"

"You're acting immature." He said.

"Oh, I'm acting immature?" I snapped. "Hey, remember all the times I tried to commit suicide after you bullied me? Was it fun to watch?"

He looked alarmed and guilty but quickly looked away.

"What do you want Henry? An apology? We're sorry."

"No your not!" I hissed. "Fuck you guys. Fuck you for ruining my life."

I punched him. It didn't do much.

"Will fighting us make you feel better? Stop it Henry." He said.

I tried punching him again. I was even more furious how it didn't hurt him. I tried punching Hannah. This time He shoved me into the table.

It's embarrassing to say, but I died. The way the back of my neck hit they table snapped my neck. I thought that'd be it of my miserable life.

But I woke up. Cold, naked, and cut up in a morgue. I was lucky they didn't bury me. I'd learn later it was because they wanted to dissect me to try and understand why I was the only one who didn't gain powers back then.

I sat up on a surgical table, dazed, and looked down at my stomach. It was sliced open, and my guts plopped out gently onto the floor in a squishy mess. I was confused, and then I felt a warmth, and the slit in my stomach began to close.

It took a while for my foggy brain to process what was going on. I was in a morgue, my stomach had been cut open, and, it was healing? Then everything clicked. I laughed mirthlessly.

All this time- guess I did have a power!

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[mountainfieldguide]

Baranec

Baranec Photo: View on peaks Smrek and Baraniec (Baranec, Velky vrch) by Maciej Dubel. Nestled in the heart of the Western Tatras, Baranec mountain stands tall at 2,182 meters, beckoning nature enthusiasts to explore its rugged beauty. This majestic peak, part of the breathtaking Carpathian Mountains, offers a wealth of experiences for hikers, botanists, and geology buffs alike. Fast…