#sport frei

[endlich-allein]

Carsten Gansel: Your son, Till, was a swimmer at the KJS, the children’s and youth sports school, and he had a tough swim training there.

Gitta Lindemann: Yes, "im Wasser verbrannt" ("burned in the water"), he wrote later. Another wrong decision that I deeply regret. (X)

[sicherheitzuerst]

What can I say about ‘Sport Frei’ other than Majestic.

I loved it. Perhaps his best solo release yet.

❤️‍🔥

[anwiel13]

Amazing art by Aghostsart

[elliesthetics]

[bembelbande]

Niederrad.

[mjrtaurus]

So I'm doing some research about that tire flip in the mv that Till did and I've come to discover it most likely was 300 lbs (136 kg)...

Man is a fucking minotaur, holy shit...

[subtilitas]

Frei & Ehrensperger - Gym and multi-purpose hall, Boppelsen 2016. Photos (C) Chen Qing.

[adams-rigatoni]

Die einzig richtige Antwort: Leo ist Gamer. I mean it's basically canon. Vielleicht spielt er eher casual aber ich seh ihn mit ner Konsole. Er und Pia verabreden sich regelmäßig zu CoD oder Halo oder vielleicht nem Horrorspiel. Ansonsten senkt er Stunden in cozy Aufbau oder Survival Games, wenn er nicht schlafen kann.

Leo hat 250h in Stardew Valley, you can't change my mind.

Wir wollen ja alle mehr Charakterbildung für Leo. Was hätte Leo denn so für Hobbies? 🤓

[as-is-above-so-below]

The Captain - Simon Riley x Sniper!Reader, Wife!Reader

Blurb 2: Too Fast

I'M ALIVE! Thank you all for your patience :) I've had so many big life changes in the last four months (and in the coming months) - it's hard being an adult, people. I've been traveling (mainly visiting @lethalchiralium a bunch <3), planning a big move, looking to land a new job...all the things. Anyway! Please enjoy. Blessed be, and Happy Yuletide!

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“Si…”

“Hm?”

“He’s getting too big.”

Simon turned his chair slightly away from his desk to peek over his shoulder. In the doorway to their office stood Freyja with a six-month-old Arthur on her arm, clad in a cow-print onesie. The little hood was pulled up over his head, sporting fluffy little ears on top, along with a pair of horns. 

He just about melted when Frey pouted at him and sniffled, rubbing their son’s back. Simon was up in an instant, padding across the carpet to stand by her side, a soft, sympathetic smile gracing his features. He bent his head a little and attempted to get the baby’s attention, gently brushing his back with his fingers “Art. Artie…” he hummed, the last syllable drawn out a bit. “Look at Dada, Art.”

Arthur did eventually turn his head, after a moment, preoccupied with gumming his toy and confused by the interruption. The hood that used to hang over his face and block his vision now sat snug on his fine hair. There was no need to adjust it back to meet his big, curious eyes. 

“Hi, pup.”

Simon wasn’t his preferred parent by any means; that privilege was reserved for his mum. Still, on seeing a familiar face, the baby smiled around his teething ring, and his fat cheeks chubbed up as he cooed and wiggled in Freyja’s hold. He pressed his hand between the two, his palm against Arthur’s chest, and took the infant onto his forearm, his little back against his chest. 

Simon let out a dramatic huff, kissed Art’s head, then patted his belly. “Oh, yeah,” he said, giving his wife a playful look. “Look at those big, manly legs of yours. Thing’s a bit tight on ye, now.”

The baby craned his neck, trying to look back at his dad as he spoke, and quickly getting frustrated and crying out. Simon chuckled and turned him around, supporting his neck and peppering kisses on Art’s rosy cheek. When he was satisfied, he leaned down for a quick kiss from Freyja.

“It lasted longer than I thought it would. He’s nearly busting out of it.”

“Simon!”

“What? He’s six months old, Freyja. He’s been wearing it since he was born. Oversized, might I add.”

“Shut up. It’s my favorite. My little moo cow.” 

“We can buy him a new one.”

“He’s growing too fast. I hate it.”

Don’t I know it?

To Simon, it felt like Artie had only been born yesterday. Where did the baby in front of him, who was sitting up on his own and already using a sign or two, come from? He had no idea, couldn’t say where the time went. God forbid he blinks, and suddenly he’ll be walking and chasing after his sister-

No. It’s fine. That’s what babies do, yeah? They start eating solids, learn to crawl, then walk. Then they go to their first day of primary school, then…secondary…

Stop it.

He settled for a soft, “I know, love.”

Arthur cooed up at him again, a sound known to pull easy smiles from the man. He would listen to it forever, if he could. 

“Yeah? Do you like that idea?” Simon asked, tracing patterns on Art’s back with his fingers again. “Do you want a new cow onesie?” A little smile from Art. “Alright, pup. Dad will get you one.”

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[ask-till-lindemann]

@bitter-hazel

Sport Frei.

Sport Free.

Free. What a joke.

Young men and women reduced to guinea pigs to prove the unattainable. Superiority.

Before Mara had met him, she had come across the snippets of the interviews. Electric shocks and blood irradiation. Training from sun up to sundown. The cruel irony of ruthless competition within a team. Stone cold trainers who cared only for results and nothing more. Drug cocktails given under the name of "vitamins" that did horrific things to the body and mind...

There was a defect in mankind's pursuit of glory, and a price to be paid with an unwitting and unwilling currency. Till, Akheilos, Shadow, Werner, Tillie... all had had a hand in the birth of this piece. All had been subject to the trauma. And now they bared the scars of that trauma to the world, taking its dead weight from shared shoulders for the carrion birds to tear asunder.

She was proud of them all, and held a spark of righteous fury for them.

"How far in the process did you get before the legal team shut down the self-immolation?" Because she knew he would have been totally against the use of a stuntman. She knew he had to feel that pain to know he put his everything into the piece.

It's just how he was. Bold. Blunt. Unshakeable.

Sweet Mara. She knew him too well.

"It's not like I've never done it," he grumbled. "I have. And it's perfectly safe. Doesn't even hurt."

He shrugged.

"So I guess there was no reason to do it. All the hassle without pain? Where's the fun in that?"

No pain, no gain, right?

Sport Frei!

[isaadore]

LANA HISCHIER ✷ PROFILE

‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ “practice makes perfect”

NICKNAMES

lani (family, especially nico)

lana-banana (from her childhood, used by her siblings for fun)

lan (shortened and used by her friends and nico and jack’s teammates)

baby hischier (how jack first addressed her)

hazel (how jack addressed her when they first met because of her hazel-coloured eyes, which stuck)

sunshine (jack’s way of teasing her for being a morning person when he’s not)

doll (jack)

AGE, BIRTHDAY, & BIRTHPLACE

age: 23

birthday: january 14th, 2002 (capricorn)

birthplace: brig, switzerland

LOCATION

previous: grew up in naters; later moved to zurich for school

present: lives in new jersey to be closer to nico while pursuing her own career and education

APPEARANCE

face claim: lucia ferrato

height: 5’6” (168 cm)

hair: long, chocolate-brown, slightly wavy; usually left down

eyes: hazel but can look green under the sun

features: soft, heart-shaped face with light freckles across her nose

style: her wardrobe consists of chic and sophisticated pieces ranging from baggy jeans to laced tops. she loves almost anything pink and pairs her all outfits with gold jewellery

PERSONALITY

positive traits

resilient, humble, and hardworking, like nico

outgoing and social, always making new friends and connections

organized and focused, with a clear plan for her future (she knows what she wants and how to get it)

empathetic and a good listener, often the “therapist” of her friends

negative traits

can be bossy, especially when things don’t go as planned

overthinks small details, which often stresses her out

struggles asking for help

quirks

writes everything in her planner, even small reminders like “call mom”

cries to cheesy rom-coms and sad dog movies like a dog’s journey

collects postcards everywhere she travels to

likes

playing and coaching soccer

baking (her chocolate chip cookies are to die for)

exploring new places

shopping

messing with nico

spending time with friends

watching jack on the ice

dislikes

messy spaces

liars

cold coffee or tea (she thinks it’s “ruined”)

fears

letting her family down

failure

heights (she avoids rollercoasters and high balconies)

DREAMS & ASPIRATIONS

become a sports psychologist

travel the world, especially asia and south america

adopt a rescue dog

OCCUPATION

studying sports psychology part-time at rutgers university

interns for the devils’ player development department, helping with mental health programs

occasionally coaches youth soccer teams in her free time

RELATIONSHIPS

parents

rino hischier

katja hischier

siblings

luca hischier

nina hischier

nico hischier

friends

switzerland: ava schneider, clara fischer, and a couple of old classmates

new jersey: several of nico and jack’s teammates, sydney bell, classmates from rutgers, and other interns working for the devils

other: quinn hughes

best friends

switzerland: livia frey and sophie m��ller

new jersey: luke hughes, kaitlyn west, and minji lee

pets

a poodle named pippin

LOVE INTERESTS

previous: liam huber

present: jack hughes

FAVOURITE THINGS

food: rösti (swiss potato dish) and fries

drink: matcha latte, blond espresso, and diet pepsi

music: 2000s pop

movies: a cinderella story, she’s the man, and hachi: a dog’s tale

colour: pink

season: spring

SOCIAL MEDIA

instagram: lanahischier (main) and lanabanana (private)

tiktok: hischier_lana

MORE ABOUT HER

always carries her planner and lip gloss in her bag or purse

has a noticeable beauty mark on her right wrist, which jack frequently circles with his thumb when he’s tense

horrible at skating

calls jack by his full name when she’s angry

prefers handwritten letters over texts or emails (she sends them to family and friends on special occasions, pouring her heart and soul into them)

in the apartment she shares with nico, there is a spot on the wall in the living room where she keeps a collection of polaroid photos of her and her friends and family (there are over 100 right now)

when she is nervous, she fidgets with a tiny bow necklace jack gave her for her 22nd birthday

collects different kinds of tea with a whole shelf dedicated to her stash and forces luke and nico to try them with her

turns to nico when she has a problem or needs advice, but she doesn’t like to admit he’s actually helpful

always keeps a mini emergency kit in her bag or purse, which includes band-aids, hair ties, mints, and a few safety pins

always has her digital cam with her

jack is always losing things like socks, keys, water bottle, etc., and for some reason, she is always able to find them within 20 seconds, making him say “thank god i have you”

huge sweet tooth (which means she's always baking)

‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ MAIN MASTERLIST ✷ AU MASTERLIST

[endlich-allein]

Schatten und Licht Und die Tränen sieht man nicht Das Herz ist leider nicht genesen Ein Instrument der Guten gewesen

[robinfrinjs]

Women Competing at the Rolex 24 Hours of Daytona

#21 Trackhouse by TF Sport Ferrari (GTD)

Lilou Wadoux; sharing with Mann, Pier Guidi & Cozzolino (Starting 14th)

#021 Vasser Sullivan Racing Ferrari (GTD)

Sheena Monk; sharing with McAleer, Calado & Skeen (Starting 11th)

#66 Gradient Racing Ford (GTD)

Tatiana Calderon; sharing with Hand, Tincknell & Bechtolsheimer (Starting 17th)

#83 Iron Dames Porsche (GTD)

Sarah Bovy, Rahel Frey, Michelle Gatting & Karen Gaillard (Starting 10th)

Starting positions are provisional

[anwiel13]

Adeena new amazing art work inspired by Sport Frei mv.

[rheanyraaaa]

Water Lilly Part 9

enemies to lovers

Robb Stark x Frey Reader (F)

A/N: i’m in a chapter popping mood, holidays started for me so expect some stuff popping around! idk what happened to the robb stark side of tumblr but everyone’s disappearing so i’m just going to take the lead from this side.

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The woods were quieter than usual, the thick canopy above casting muted shadows across the forest floor. You had slipped away from camp early that morning, eager for a moment of solitude and the satisfaction of hunting game for the evening meal. The weight of camp life had grown heavy, and you found peace in the rhythm of tracking, bow in hand, the world around you reduced to the soft crunch of leaves and the occasional snap of a twig underfoot.

You spotted a deer grazing in a small clearing, its head dipping gracefully as it nibbled at the grass. You notched an arrow, drawing the bowstring back, your breath steadying as you lined up the shot. Just as you were about to release, a sound shattered the silence the unmistakable rustle of men moving quickly through the underbrush. You froze, lowering your bow slightly, your heart hammering in your chest.

Before you could react, they appeared: four Lannister soldiers, their crimson cloaks a stark contrast against the muted greens and browns of the forest. Their leader, a grizzled man with a jagged scar across his cheek, grinned wickedly as his eyes settled on you.

“Well, what do we have here?” he sneered, his sword already drawn. “A little bird from the Stark camp, wandering too far from the nest.”

Your blood ran cold, but you forced yourself to remain calm, stepping back slowly. “I don’t want trouble,” you said evenly, though your voice carried a sharp edge. “Let me pass, and we’ll pretend this never happened.”

The men laughed, a rough, grating sound that sent a chill down your spine. “Oh, I don’t think so,” the leader said, advancing toward you. “We’ve been starved for sport out here. You’ll do nicely.”

Instinct took over. You raised your bow and fired, the arrow piercing one of the men in the shoulder before the others closed in. The fight was brutal and chaotic you managed to fell another soldier with your knife, but they overwhelmed you quickly. Blows rained down, the edge of a sword slicing across your side, another glancing your arm. Desperation fueled your movements, and when an opening presented itself, you seized it, shoving the leader aside and scrambling onto your horse.

Pain wracked your body as you urged your mount forward, the pounding of hooves behind you fading as you pushed further into the woods. Blood soaked your tunic, and your vision blurred, but you didn’t stop until the familiar sight of the camp came into view.

The camp was bustling as always, soldiers sharpening swords, men hauling supplies. But the moment your horse galloped into view, its flanks slick with sweat, all motion ceased. Heads turned, and a murmur rippled through the crowd as you swayed in the saddle, your face pale and streaked with dirt and blood.

You barely registered the voices calling out as your grip on the reins slackened. The world tilted, and then you were falling. Strong arms caught you before you hit the ground, and through the haze of pain, you recognized Ser Alec’s voice, steady and commanding.

“Someone fetch the maester!” he barked, cradling you carefully. “Move!”

You blinked up at him, your vision swimming. “I… I’m fine,” you mumbled, though the words came out weak and slurred.

“You’re not fine,” Alec said firmly, his face grim as he looked you over. “You’re bleeding like a stuck pig. What happened?”

Before you could answer, the crowd parted, and Robb appeared, his expression a mixture of shock and fury. His eyes swept over your battered form, and for a moment, he seemed frozen in place.

“What in the gods’ name happened?” he demanded, his voice sharp.

“They… Lannister soldiers,” you managed to whisper, the effort making your head spin. “Ambushed… in the woods.”

Robb’s jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides. “How many?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

“Four,” you said weakly. “Two dead. Two… still out there.”

Robb turned to the nearest soldier, his tone icy. “Take a group of men and comb the woods. Bring me their heads.”

The soldier nodded and hurried off, and Robb knelt beside you, his hands hovering as if afraid to touch you. “Why were you out there alone?” he asked, his voice softer now, tinged with a rare vulnerability.

“I just needed… to breathe,” you said, your voice barely audible.

The maester arrived then, shooing Robb and Alec away as he began examining your wounds. You winced as the maester worked, his hands steady but unyielding.

“She’ll live,” the maester said after a long moment, glancing up at Robb. “But she needs rest. These wounds are deep, and the blood loss has weakened her.”

Robb nodded curtly, stepping back to allow the maester to continue. As you drifted in and out of consciousness, you felt a hand brush against yours. You opened your eyes just enough to see Robb sitting beside you, his expression unreadable.

“You shouldn’t have gone alone,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “You could have died.”

You wanted to respond, to explain, but exhaustion claimed you before you could form the words. As darkness took over, the last thing you saw was Robb’s face, his features taut with a mixture of anger and something else something you couldn’t quite place.

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[mjrtaurus]

With every new poem and song, he lays another trauma to rest.