#frecs

[anitalianfrie]

NEW BLOG SET UP FOR THE MISANO PERIOD WOOOHHH

[vroomvroomvettel]

i love ferrari BUT their academy is treating their girls like shit

While the guys get to drive in 10000 different programs for the best team the girls go into shitty teams

AND THEN they randomly ad thousand of random new guys into their academy while letting laura camps down and not even fiving her a season in car

fuck the ferrari driver academy

[multifandomboii]

On one hand, I feel fricking awful for Fred, because he's so talented and deserves the title.

On the other hand, Théo absolutely deserves the title as well, he's been consistent and after 2 years of bad luck he should have it.

[wereshrew-admirer]

:..)

[f1]

Teenage racer Dilano Van T Hoff dies following FREC crash at Spa | Other motorsport

The Formula Regional European Championship organisers have confirmed the death of 18-year-old racer Dilano Van ‘T Hoff following a crash in a race at Spa-Francorchamps today. The MP Motorsport driver was involved in a multi-car collision at Kemmel following a restart shortly before the end of the race. The incident occurred in poor visibility due to wet conditions at the track as drivers accelerated out of Raidillon following the restart. While no footage of the crash was broadcast during the coverage of the race, video filmed by a spectator appeared to show Van ‘T Hoff struck the barrier on the left-hand side of the track in the right-hand kink after Raidillon. Van ‘T Hoff had been running in 19th place in the 34-car field when the restart was given. His car slid into the path of oncoming cars and was struck by that of rival Adam Fitzgerald. Another driver, Tim Tramnitz, crashed separately at the exit of Raidillon. The series is yet to confirm the condition of other drivers involved in crashes at the restart. “Formula Regional European Championship by Alpine sadly announces the death of MP Motorsport driver Dilano Van ‘T Hoff,” said the series in a statement. “The incident happened during Spa-Francorchamps race two. “We want to express our sincere condolences to the family, team and friends. Advert | Become a RaceFans supporter and go ad-free “Royal Automobile Club of Belgium, the Circuit of Spa-Francorchamps and SRO Motorsports Group join Alpine and ACI in expressing their sincerest condolences to the driver’s family, team and friends.” Van ‘T Hoff’s MP Motorsport team said in a statement it is “devastated at the loss of one of our brightest Dutch talents, who brought so much energy to our team during the years he raced with us.” “Dilano has been a part of our racing family since his motorsport debut with MP back in 2021,” it continued. “We offer our sincere condolences to Dilano’s family and his loved ones, and are in full support of them and our team members who have lost not only a driver but a friend as well.” Van ‘T Hoff, from Dordrecht in the Netherlands, was in his third year of competing in racing cars after moving up from karts. He won the Spanish Formula 4 series in his first year of full-time racing, taking 10 wins. He also finished runner-up to Enzo Trulli by a single point in the Formula 4 UAE championship that year, before moving up Formula Regional in 2022. The FREC races were part of the support events for this weekend’s Spa 24 Hours. The promoters have said all pre-race start line entertainment has been cancelled and a minute of silence will be held before the race begins. Advert | Become a RaceFans supporter and go ad-free Other motorsport Browse all other motorsport articles via RaceFans - Independent Motorsport Coverage https://www.racefans.net/

[scotianostra]

Marie Of Lorraine, also called Mary Of Guise/ Marie De Lorraine, or De Guise was born on November. 22nd, 1515 at Bar-le-Duc, Lorraine, France.

The daughter of Claude of Lorraine, Duc de Guise and Antoinette of Bourbon, Marie first married Louis D'Orleans, duc de Longueville in 1534, by whom she had two sons. After the duc's death in 1537, she was pursued for marriage by Henry VIII and James V, allegedly refusing Henry VIII's proposal by saying "I fear my neck is too small." 

She wed James V of Scotland by proxy in Paris in May of 1538, and in person at St. Andrews on June 12th of that year. Their two sons, James and Arthur, died within weeks of one another in 1541. The king died in December of 1542, a week after the birth of their daughter and heir to the throne, Mary, Queen of Scots. 

Mary of Guise replaced the ineffectual James Hamilton, Earl of Aran as regent in 1554, and arranged for the marriage of her daughter to the French dauphin. A Roman Catholic, she pursued pro-French policies, which embroiled her in civil war with the protestant Scottish nobles. 

She was deposed on religious grounds in 1559. Suffering from dropsy, Mary died at Edinburgh Castle at the age of just 44. Her body was returned to France and given to her sister Renee, abbess of the Convent  of the  Abbaye Saint-Pierre-les-Dames  which  was completely destroyed during the French Revolution.

[labrecha]

Magdalena Frech en su Primera Semifinal de Cancha Dura

#MagdalenaFrech en su Primera Semifinal de Cancha Dura en el #GdlOpen

** Se enfrentará a Caroline Garcia en la semifinal del Guadalajara Open. Guadalajara, Jalisco / Septiembre 13 de 2024.- Magdalena Frech logró el objetivo; la polaca se quedó con el boleto para las semifinales del Gdl Open, derrotó por 6-4 y 6-3 a la canadiense Marina Stakusic, quien llegaba con dos triunfos sobre jugadoras del top 50. Es apenas la segunda ocasión en su carrera que Frech llega a…

[ngwcc]

Know Your Worth: Advancing and Empowering Black Girls, Teens, and Young Women in the Millennium

January FREC Shared Learning Community Circle – FREE Topic Know Your Worth: Advancing and Empowering Black Girls, Teens, and Young Women in the Millennium Tuesday, January 9, 2024, 4:30-6:00 PM CST Join the FREC Shared Learning Community Circle for the January session featuring Dr. Donnamaria Culbreth, President, National Girls and Women of Color Council, Inc., as she speaks to how the impact of…

[frecx]

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[moominsuki]

✎ᝰ BAKUGOU KATSUKI ; — anyone would be silly not to love you, katsuki.

࿄ ! warnings — f!reader, no warnings. so fluffy it’s sickeningly sweet.

katsuki knows that he’s a little difficult to deal with sometimes. to love is a different story altogether.

from a young age, he never really cared about what others thought about him. he wasn’t interested in friends, tolerated his family and he didn’t care for women at all. and at 16, he deemed this to be a perfect way to live.

well, now he was 22. who knew that loneliness would hit him in tumultuous spouts of self loathing and bitterness? not him, that’s for sure. he sees his friends getting into relationships and while he’s thankful that they always include him in things despite his brash attitude and sharp tongue, there’s an embittered taste on his tongue that lingers when he sees kirishima and his girlfriend.

katsuki doesn’t think he’s particularly unattractive either and women do approach him; unfortunately, they’re left sour by his mannerisms and deadpan tone of voice. at 18, he didn’t care that girls didn’t really understand him. but four years is a heck of a long time to change your view on things: things being love.

you tell him that anyone would be silly not to love him.

katsuki has known you since he was a stupid, brooding adolescent kid. he thinks it’s a blessing and a curse that you came into his life so forcefully, uprooting yourself and plopping your ass into the middle of it. he’d never tell you but sometimes when he’s on blind dates with the next girl that denki thinks is “the one,” all he can think about is you: especially when his forgettable date orders your favourite, barbecued duck noodle soup, to be exact and he remembers when you made that for him on his 18th birthday.

when you come over to his place to cook dinner and watch a film, you ask about his date and katsuki alludes to the failure of it and that she also “eats really noisily,” a pet peeve of the blond’s. you frown cutely, like you always do when he tells you about the flings that don’t go well.

“well, anyone would be silly not love you, katsuki,” you’d always say and it was routinely with the way he’d stand behind the kitchen island and you’d smile at him, eyes crinkled and shining, making a raspy breath hitch in his throat.

and when dinner was ready, you’d set out both your bowls of dumplings and duck and sometimes you’d put on a netflix show that you really like (katsuki thinks netflix sucks but for you, he’d watch paint dry); however, this time, you opt to just talking, catching up on your day and the plans for the week.

“y’know, blind dates aren’t all they’re cracked up to be anyway. statistically speaking, your soulmate is probably someone you’ve known all your life,” you say candidly, slurping noisily and katsuki watches you thoughtfully before scoffing, all bemused.

“i speak to maybe four women, including you and my ma. great odds,” and you giggle at that, making his heart jump while some soup dribbles down your chin.

“there’s someone out there for everyone, okay! and who are the other women besides me and your mom?” you raise a brow jokingly and katsuki lifts a hand to softly flick at your head.

“just coworkers. like i said, the odds ain’t great,” he grumbles and you rub at the spot on your head before resting your hand on top of his and lifting it back up to press it to your warm cheek.

“you have me! am i not enough woman for you?”

katsuki’s eyes soften and his thumb subconsciously rubs across your skin.

“plenty ‘nuff woman for me. don’t know who else could put up with me,” he says earnestly and both your eyes widen almost comically at the words that slipped out of his mouth.

he’s about to dejectedly pull his hand away when you slightly lean into his touch, “it’s like i said. anyone would be silly not to love you,” and you angle your face so your plump lips kiss into his thumb.

you decide not to comment on the reddening tips of his ears and the pink dusting across the golden specks of freckles on his cheekbones, to save him from the embarrassment.

maybe it’s the years from knowing katsuki that allows you to always say the 8 words: from seeing him transition from a brash, harsh, emotionally constipated 17 year old who was at least three inches shorter than you (he would vehemently deny the passing of time in which you would tower over him) to an almost 23 year old man, who picks you up from school most days, who’d wash your makeup off when you got too heavy handed with the liquor, who knows your order at the local chinese off by heart and who is now definitely almost a foot taller than you.

before katsuki washes up, he shyly asks you to stay the night - in his own roundabout way of being timid, which includes his heavy voice and a seldom amount of eye contact - and you normally do sometimes, with him sleeping on the couch while you take up his kingsize bed. your heart shakes a little in your chest but of course, you smile in reply and nod. you and him both know that this time, it’s different.

“we can stay in my bed… if you want,” mumbles the man gruffly and this time, you bite back a smile. dealing with katsuki meant that you didn’t like to fluster him at times where he was opening up to you, albeit in small, crumbly pieces.

you nod again and reply.

“of course.”

it’s 9:35pm on the dot when you both settle into the duvet of his huge bed and katsuki is kind of stiff, to say the least, and there’s a metaphorical wall between you two. you think he’s staring straight up to the ceiling, if his breathing pattern and the slight glow of his red eyes told you anything.

“is it okay if we cuddle?” you whisper, turning to your side to face him and you think you did something right because he breaks out of his self-doubting stupor and after a few moments, opens up his arms to your smaller body as a leg wraps around his waist and an arm drapes across his chest.

“you okay, katsuki?” you whisper again. “did i do something?” and he can hear the pout and the furrowed brow in your voice.

katsuki all but he wraps an arm around to pull you closer, “no. just go to sleep, dumbass.”

you pull yourself up and he panics a little but he can slightly make out the smug grin on playing on your lips and your bright eyes in the dark as you lean on his chest to be level with his face.

“i promise no one under the age of 45 goes to bed at half 9. you’re so lucky you have me,” and before he can ask what you mean on “having you,” you press your lips onto his and it’s ended before it even started. the taste of his mouthwash and your chapstick lingers and he’s stiff all over again.

“anyone would be silly not to love you, even if you act like an old man,” you sigh, bonking your head softly onto his and he inhales deeply, playing with the hem of his shirt draped on your body.

“don’ need anyone else to love me when i have you, right?”

he can see the smile that reaches your eyes, crinkles and all.

“you might be right about that,” you hum and katsuki leans up to nose around your jaw before locking lips with you properly.

katsuki knows that he’s a little difficult to deal with sometimes. to love is a different story altogether. but when you look at him like that: like he has the world on his fingertips, encased in ribbon and inscribed in lettering addressed just for you, he decides that he’ll never accept anything but the best.

even if he is a little bit of a grandpa. but you’d be silly not to love him.

࿄ ! — all rights reserved © moominsuki. please do not copy, translate, repost nor recommend my work outside of tumblr. this is strictly prohibited.

[its-not-that-weird-blog]

"Seriously?!"

Paul Aron x Driver!Reader

Summary: Prema wanted their drivers to have a nice and relaxing weekend before the season starts, but they paired the roomates for the vacation...who's rooming with Paul?!

Warnings: A little bit of angst, fluff, and google translate Italian

The 2023 season is coming up and Prema has a completely new driver lineup for both Formula 2 and Formula 3.

René being René, decided that taking their drivers for a little get away before the season starts was a great idea, so they went to Amalfi Coast, a little chilly but still beautiful during the winter.

Angelina was the one encharged to make the rooming situation, considering who needs more bonding than others, but seeing that Dino decided to take his girlfriend to bond with his friends as well, the decision was made:

Room 1: Ollie and Fred

Room 2: Dino and Elvira

Room 3: Paul and Y/N

Angelina knows that Paul and Y/N have always had a strained relationship, having been rivals since karting, so that was her masterplan, not only that, but she had shipped those two since they first stepped in the Prema factory back when they started single-seaters. 

Going all the way back to 2018, where the real rivalry started, Paul and Y/N were competing in the CIK-FIA championship, throughout the whole season, it was a constant battle between both kids, in the end, Paul ended up winning the championship.

When 2019 rolled around, both kids were surprised to see that Prema had signed a contract with the two of them, even though it was well known that they were rivals, not only on track, but off track too. This took their rivalry to the next level, fighting for the F4 championship, especially the rookie championship…Paul ended up winning, like always.

2020 rolled around, surprisingly, the one that had a seat in Formula Regional was Y/N, not Paul. He sadly didn’t find any seats available for Frec, so he went to formula renault.

This little battle continued. 2021 for FRECA, both were teammates again, though that year, Y/N ended up winning the championship and went to be teammates with Arthur and Ollie in F3 and Paul repeated FRECA alongside Dino. Now in the present, Dino, Paul and Y/N are back being in the same team.

The tension grew so much that Angelina wanted it to end, because they needed a good year for the Formula 3 team. So she put her plan in action. She passed this idea through René first and of course he was beaming with glee. He needed those two to get along.

When everyone got to the hotel, the roommates were announced. Everyone was trying to hold in their giggles when they saw Paul and Y/N’s faces.

“Angelina, this has to be a joke, right?” Y/N said, “I thought you said that , well besides Dino, the ones that shared an academy were going to share!” 

“Yeah! Angelina, it should be me and Fred and Ollie with Y/N” Paul said while aggravatedly running his fingers through his hair.

“Guys, we need you to get along, please!” René pleaded, “I know teammates don’t have to be best friends, but at least be civil with each other” He finishes 

Y/N and Paul sighed and followed everyone to the elevator. They were glaring at each other, Y/N was thinking of ways to be apart throughout the whole trip, she was planning on doing everything with Ollie, who was her best friend, and just go back to the room to sleep. Paul on the other hand was thinking of spending time with both Fred and Dino, mostly with Fred though, because he didn’t want to interrupt the time Dino and his girlfriend would have together.

Funny thing is that underneath all that hatred between Paul and Y/N, everyone knows that they actually have a thing for each other. Except the two idiots in question.

Y/N is a completely hopeless romantic, but never gives love a try because she is terrified that no one will get used to her hectic schedule and just overall, to her hectic life. She started to feel something for Paul when she saw all her friends starting to get into relationships, not because of the FOMO, but because she spent most of her time with him, and even though they would bicker most of the time, Y/N would imagine what it would be like dating Paul.

For Paul, it is a whole different story. He never lacked the attention of girls, he had plenty, but he felt a weird connection with Y/N ever since they met. As a dumb kid, he started to annoy Y/N to get her attention, but it backfired on him when, during karting years, he accidentally took Y/N out of the track, getting p1. After the race, he went up to Y/N to make a lighthearted joke, but for very obvious reasons, Y/N was absolutely mad and upset at Paul, and everything went downhill for their relationship.

Both, being the stubborn teens they are, refused to acknowledge their feeling for eachother, so they decided to cover it up with “hatred”. It was easier that way, but not when they have to spend so much time together. Being teammates sometimes sucked. 

Once they arrived at their respective rooms, Paul and Y/N were stunned when they saw just one bed in the room.

“You’ve got to be kidding me” Both said at the same time. 

“I could always sleep on the floor, Y/N” Paul sighed and looked at Y/N, “Take the bed” He said with a soft tone.

Paul was fed up with the fights between him and Y/N, so he will take the opportunity of fixing his relationship with her. No matter how much it costs, he will fix it.

“We can share” Y/N mumbled, “Choose your side of the bed, I will go out to explore with Ollie for a while” She finished, leaving her luggage close to the closet and left the room.

Paul felt almost defeated. Key word being almost. He was sometimes jealous about Y/N’s friendship with Ollie. He had nothing against that nice british kid, but seeing them hang out almost everyday was upsetting. He knew that those two were close due to them being in the same academy, and being teammates last year.

Y/N on the other hand, couldn’t stand the thought of Paul hating her, so that’s why she mostly hung out with Ollie, Arthur and Dino. But mainly Ollie, they bonded over being to young kids in Formula 3, trying to meet everyone’s expectations. For Y/N, Ollie has been the only person to actually know about her true feelings towards Paul, he always gave her advice about what she could do with Paul, but funny enough, she was terrified. Y/N was more scared to show her true feelings than driving a car at 100 mph. 

The whole team wanted Y/N and Paul to notice that both are just overthinking everything, and just start kind of fresh, for them to be friends or even something more.

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It was around 7pm, everyone was supposed to meet at the lobby at 8 so they could go and have dinner. 

Paul was trying to ignore the presence of Y/N until he could really know what he wanted to do about their relationship, but it was hard to ignore it when all he could hear was the angelic (at least that’s what he thought) voice of Y/N. She was softly singing Vienna by Billy Joel. Paul knew that Y/N loves that song.

Paul, in small worlds, was delighted. He was delighted by every single little thing about his new teammate. He was in too deep, he knew, and was okay with it. 

Y/N could feel Paul’s eyes staring at her and it was making her feel happy and confused. Was it that she was ugly? Is that why he is staring? She was trying not to overthink it more than she already does. 

When Y/N finished her makeup, she left the bathroom and went to the bed to put on her shoes, and once again, she felt Paul’s gaze in her.

“Hey, are you okay? Do I have something in my face for you to be staring at?” Y/N finally asked with a slight humor in her voice.

“No, not at all. You just look beautiful” Paul said truthfully, looking into Y/N eyes.

“Oh, um, thanks” She said blushing and staring back into Paul’s beautiful eyes, “You don’t look too bad yourself” She finished, focusing on her heels to pretend that it wasn’t a big deal.

Paul smiled at Y/N, even though she couldn’t see it. He was beaming with joy at the thought that they were kind of fixing things, but he still had a long way to go with their funny dynamic. 

“We should start heading down, everyone might be there already” Paul voiced to Y/N. She just nodded and grabbed her bag.

Both made their way to the elevator, Paul behind Y/N like a bodyguard. Once they got to the lobby, they didn’t see anyone on the team, so they just decided to go to the restaurant.

“The reservation is under René’s name, right?” Y/N asked and Paul nodded in agreement.

“Ciao, posso aiutarti?” A nice lady asked (Hello, may I help you)

“Ciao, si” Y/N said in a slight broken italian, “Abbiamo una prenotazione a nome René Rosin” She confidently said (Hi, yes. We have a reservation under the name René Rosin)

“Ok, seguimi per favore” The lady said. Both kids followed her and came to a halt when they saw that the table was for two, “Ecco il tuo tavolo, torna subito con i menu” And she left. (Okay, follow me please. Here is your table, be right back with the menus).

Both kids looked at each other in confusion. They sat down and Y/N texted Angelina.

“Angelina just told me that we have to stay here and talk everything out” Y/N huffed out, “I think everyone wants us to fix our relationship” She softly spoked.

Y/N hesitated before gazing up at Paul. He had a shy smile on and waited for a little before starting to talk.

“You know, I never hated you” Paul said with confidence but at the same time, in a hushed voice, “I’ve always liked you, as a person and as a driver. I always find ways to annoy you so I could get your attention” He said with truth gleaming on his eyes, “I never wanted you to hate me, but in my dumb kid head, I thought that it was the only way you could actually notice me” He stopped for a brief moment, “I really like you, as more than just a person and a driver. I’ve always wanted you by my side, when I had a good or a bad race, the only thing going on in my mind was you” He finished.

Y/N was shocked. She never thought that Paul could be slightly interested in her, never. She always saw the attention he got from other girls and was terrified to compete against them. 

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Paul asked, “I shouldn’t have said any of that, goddammit, I scared you, didn’t I?” He frantically let out.

Y/N looked at him, and saw that his eyes were telling nothing but the truth. She was just speechless because of how happy she felt.

Paul stood up from the table and was about to leave, but Y/N stopped him immediately by his wrist.

“Paul, sit down” He looked puzzled at Y/N, “Please” She said softly. He obliged and eventually sat down with his head hanging low, “I really like you too. More than a person and a driver, my eyes have always been just for you” She quietly stated.

“Seriously?!” Paul asked, raising his head up to see Y/N smiling sweetly at him and nodding.

“Yup, I just followed your game because I literally thought you hated me” She giggled at Paul’s face.

“Well, now you know that I feel everything but hatred for you” Paul laughed and couldn’t resist to press a kiss to Y/N’s lips, “That was just the beginning sweetheart” He goofily smiled at the girl he had heart eyes since he was a pre teen.

“Yeah…I guess we have to thank everyone for setting this up” Y/N pecked Paul on his lips and thought that it was the beginning to a very long story.

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Thank you all for the support on the last one shot, hope you enjoyed this one just as much <3

[goodevilgirlintentionss]

Totul începe prin sărutări umede, mușcături de buze, îmi frec fundul sexy de penisul lui, si il trag de par pentru a contura linia maxilarului cu vârful limbii. Îmi apuca bucile si le strange, gem in gura lui. Îmi desface capsele de la body, siiii trece un deget printre labii. Ah, ma trec toți fiorii cand mă gândesc. S-a oprit la clit, a apăsat, îl sărutam mai mult. Când a băgat un deget in interiorul meu, mi-am dat capul pe spate. Eram foarte excitată, iar el ma chinuia. Ii fut degetele, i le umezesc bine, ca apoi sa ma lase goală si sa le aduca asupra gurii lui unde le curăță. Mă uitam șocată la el, mă excita groaznic asta. Mi-am muscat buzele, dar nu pentru mult timp. Mâinile sale ma aduc cu feminitatea deasupra lui. Trece cu limba peste ea, ii strâng capul intre picioare, imi apuca parul si trage de el când isi vâră limba în mine.

[vroomvroomvettel]

ever noticed how ferrari isn't letting their female academy members drive for the same good team as the boys?

[mercurygray]

Hello! Your Fred-needs-a-hug anon here!

So…….. since I am insatiable and I need more, would you be open to write something for Frec with prompt #16 “a glint in your eyes”??

Feel free to refuse, I don’t want to force you! 💖🥰

I think it's safe to say everyone needs more. Fred and Brady seem to have stolen our keys! We're taking baby steps here, Fred Friend. This scene takes place during 1.2.

A part of her was still in the interrogation hut.

Fred knew her job as well as any of the women here - better, even. She'd had a few more assignments than some of them. She was there to pass out donuts, and dispense coffee, and smile. That was it - that was all of it. Others would take care of cuts and scrapes, and the hospital quarters, and counting the planes in, and yet - She'd studied every man's face as he came in to interrogation, naming their planes and crewmen, finding the gaps at Brennan's tables while the coffee cooled and the blank edges of the maps filled in.

And today they'd been missing someone, and some of the men walking in hadn't been able to meet her eye.

Major Cleven had stopped, on his way out the door, returning his empty coffee cup to the rack, just like he always did. "Curt had some engine trouble on the way back," he'd said, his voice low and matter-of-fact. "Had to make an emergency landing over Scotland." His eyes were like chips of ice, though there wasn't anything cold about the way he'd met her eye. "Thought you'd like to to know."

She'd nodded, speechless, and let him leave knowing he would not have more answers. Emergency landing. Scotland. Engine trouble. These words meant things to him that she was still learning, every day, against her will, things she was still thinking about hours later in the officer's club as everyone smiled and danced and Major Egan stole the band's microphone and sang off-key.

Leave it at the door, Fred, she'd told herself as they were getting ready that evening. All the men in the room are all the men that have ever been there, or ever will be again.

But as hard as she tried, she could still see the gaps.

She tried to stick to the edges of the room, knowing she wasn't particularly good company tonight, but someone was going to come and find her. Someone always did.

"Captain Brady. Not playing with the band tonight?" He was in his full uniform, and the band was usually in shirtsleeves.

"We just got a phone call," he said, his voice somehow kind. "It was from Curt. He's in a place called Fraserburgh. Should be home as soon as they can get him a truck."

Fred let out the breath she didn't realize she'd been holding in. "And he's - he's fine?" she said, trying to moderate her tone. "Crew's fine?"

"Sounded like he was having a great time," Brady assured her with a smile before he looked down at his shoes. "He, ah, gave me an assignment, before he got off the phone - told me I was supposed to find his best girl and get her a drink."

The moment he said best girl she could see Curt, clear as day, grinning around the bar, eyes bright and merry, and a sudden wave of emotion came surging up from somewhere in her chest, threatening to drown her.

"Will you excuse me for just a moment?" she said, pushing past him and walking quickly and decisively towards the door.

The air outside was cool and bracing, and she let the change in temperature hit her like the slap in the face she'd needed all day. Come on, Torvaldsen. Pull yourself together. It's one man, and one plane.

Suddenly she wasn't alone again, because of course she wasn't. They didn't leave men behind if they could help it - or let their friend's best girl get herself into trouble. "Fred, are you okay?"

No, I'm not. "We're not -" She paused, trying to find the right words with tripping over something - or crying. "We're not supposed to have favorites." He's not my favorite, and I'm not his, I know that, that's just the way he is, but it's… "We're not supposed to be anyone's best girl. And I know he meant it as a joke, but he -" She took another breath and looked at him again. There was no joke in Brady's eyes - only earnest concern. "There's three hundred and fifty of you." It wasn't what she really wanted to say out loud, but it was part of it. I'm supposed to be fair. And sometimes there's no happy phone call after. And that's just the way it has to go.

It can't be like this. It can't always be like this - the waiting, and the fear. There's three hundred and fifty of you, and there will be three hundred and fifty more.

But it seemed like Brady had heard what she couldn't say aloud. "It's nice to have someone to come home to," He offered, hands in his pockets. "And it's nice to know that…if there wasn't…a phone call, that we'd be missed. You're all everyone's best girls, you know - you and Helen and Mary and Tatty. Even if they don't say it the way Curt does."

Fred nodded. That's the job, isn't it? The girl back home but over here. That's what they hired me to do. Everyone's sister, everyone's girl worth writing to.

For a while it was only the distant sounds of the officers club, the music heavy on the brass. Somewhere out in the night there was whispering and a quickly hushed giggle - getting up to mischief where prying eyes couldn't see. "Listen, if he comes home and finds out I didn't get you that drink I think he'll clock me."

She had to laugh - she could just see Curt doing that, too. "Wouldn't want to ruin that handsome face of yours," she said, just say something.

He saw the opening and took it, a daring glint in his eye. "So you think I'm handsome?" She gave him a withering look. "I'm teasing. What'll you have?"

"Whiskey soda."

He nodded wisely and glanced inside - the music had stopped and someone was shouting for something. "I'll bring it out here. It's too warm inside for me."

[disneyprincemuke]

Ralf Aron big brother of Paul Aron who is currently driving in F2

Ralf used to manage FREC for Prema and also the ELMS (I think that’s how you write it)

He is currently driving for the 24h race in Nürnberg

He’s an absolute fine man. Words cannot describe him I think

But when you watch the older videos from Prema you can also see him

That’s what I know so far

thank u for ur service i will now be takin requests for this man just cuz

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FREC team gets suspended fine for responding to stewards decision with poo emoji | Other motorsport

The MP Motorsport team have been given a suspended fine of €2,000 (£1,700) after a team member responded to a stewards’ decision in a WhatsApp group by temporarily posting a poo emoji. The stewards in charge of this weekend’s event at Spa-Francorchamps ruled they had violated the International Sporting Code which forbids “the general use of language (written or verbal), gesture and/or sign that is offensive, insulting, coarse, rude or abusive and might reasonably be expected or be perceived to be coarse or rude or to cause offense, humiliation or to be inappropriate.” The dispute began after MP driver Sami Meguetounif tangled with Van Amersfoort’s Joshua Dufek during today’s race at the Belgian circuit. Dufek made contact with the left-rear of Meguetounif’s car at Les Combes, spinning him out of the race. The stewards ruled the collision was a “racing incident” and that “no driver was wholly or predominantly to blame.” The verdict was communicated to teams in “stewards decision number 17” which was posted on the Notice Board WhatsApp group used by the stewards to communicate with the teams. In response to this the stewards noted that “after stewards decision 17 (involving an MP Motorsport driver) was posted on the Notice Board WhatsApp group, a team member of MP Motorsport displayed an emoticon symbolising ‘a swirl of brown poo’ and removed it after a few minutes, to replace it with a new emoticon symbolising ‘a clown’ and removed it after a few minutes.” The stewards deemed this a breach of the ISC and the FREC Sporting Regulations. “According to article 3.3 [of the] FREC Sporting Regulations, ‘It is the competitor’s obligation to ensure that all persons concerned by his entry observe all the provisions. as supplemented or amended, of the Code, the FIA General Prescriptions relative to the circuits, the Formula Regional European Championship by Alpine Technical Regulations and these Sporting Regulations.” Advert | Become a RaceFans supporter and go ad-free “On the other side, the article 16.5 of FREC Sporting Regulations provides that any behaviour non-compliant with the spirit of the Championship, included breach of morals and sporting ethics, nuisance to the higher interests of motor sport, moral or material loss suffered by officials on the part of a member of a team/competitor, a driver, or his entourage, will be the subject of sanctions. “The stewards determined that aforementioned comments were not appropriate as it was disrespectful of the decision taken. According to article article 12.2 and 12.2.1.k [of the] FIA International Sporting Code, [it] shall be deemed to be a breach of these rules any misconduct which is defined in the ISC as “the use of expression which might reasonably be expected or be perceived to cause offence, humiliation, or to be inappropriate.” In addition to the fine, which is suspended until the end of the year and must be paid by the team if there is a repeat of the infringement, the team member responsible for posting the message has been removed from the WhatsApp group. Video: Meguetounif-Dufek collision at Spa Advert | Become a RaceFans supporter and go ad-free Other motorsport Browse all other motorsport articles via RaceFans - Independent Motorsport Coverage https://www.racefans.net/