#wilier

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Mark Cavendish's custom Wilier Filante SLR for his final Tour de France

Do you think Cav is going to take the record for most Tour de France stage wins?

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Les vélos des équipes pros 2024

On ne reprend pas les mêmes pour repartir en 2024 ! Les vélos du peloton pro évoluent pour cette nouvelle saison avec des retours, des arrivées et des départs dans les marques… La saison 2024 va bientôt commencer et il est temps de découvrir les vélos que les équipes pros aligneront sur les prochaines épreuves. Changement de vélos, d’équipements ou de coloris, nous allons tout vous vous montrer…

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my teef hurt...

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Wilier Bicycles - Many Owners and After 118 Years, A Brand Always Connected to Pro Cycling

Photo Credit: Unsplash.com and Getty Images If you watched the most recent edition of the Tour de France, you probably saw Mark Cavendish race across the line in Stage 3 for his 35th sprint victory. And what bike did he ride to this victory? A Wilier Triestina. Why is the bike Cavendish rode significant? It’s because Wilier Triestina has been connected to cycling and sponsoring pro teams for…

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hello and welcome to the Rollo Torment Nexus, designed to impart the absolute worst academic experience to everyone's favorite deranged church boy.

rationale:

1. Rollo has to be surrounded. There is no easy way out short of vaulting over the desk, and we all know he's not gonna do that while class is in session.

2. Floyd "Malicious Noncompliance" Leech has to be sitting directly next to Rollo. This should be self-explanatory. Whether he's actively doing something annoying or just taking notes in sloppy handwriting while wrinkling tf out of his notebook pages, his presence will be enough to test Rollo's patience.

3. Someone Floyd loves to annoy and/or talk to needs to be sitting on Rollo's other side. I've chosen Ace for this example, but Jade, Kalim, Grim, and Lilia would also work. Jamil would also be a good choice, as he would likely find a way to redirect Floyd's attention onto Rollo.

Riddle and Azul also have potential, but there's a solid chance they would take their lessons too seriously & ignore Floyd to the point he stops trying to get their attention. This would result in him being less annoying to Rollo, which is antithetical to the point of the Rollo Torment Nexus.

4. Malleus, naturally, has to be present. Though having him sit directly next to Rollo would be funny enough on its own, having him sit behind Rollo is the advanced play here. After all, if Malleus is within view, Rollo can keep an eye on him, thus keeping his own paranoia at bay. If Malleus is looming ominously behind (& above) him, Rollo has no way of staying watchful without blatantly ignoring the lesson/letting Malleus know he's wary. This would vex Rollo to no end, AND Malleus would find it funny.

5. Now, I know what you're thinking. Why Ruggie? Why not Idia or Azul, since Rollo would be more cautious of them?

Like Jamil & everyone else present for the Glorious Masquerade misadventure, Ruggie doesn't like Rollo. He's also one of the wilier students at NRC, meaning he wouldn't think twice about getting a little revenge at no cost to him.

Ruggie and Floyd are chill, but not overly involved with each other; further, Ruggie's physical presence in the classroom isn't particularly unusual, unlike how Idia's would be. Both of these points minimize the chance of Floyd abandoning his "talk across Rollo" endeavors to chat with Ruggie instead, meaning Floyd will spend longer maximally annoying Rollo.

Ruggie and Malleus get along pretty well! Even with Malleus' lack of Normal Person Social Skills™, it wouldn't be hard for the two of them to strike up a conversation – which would result in Rollo having to hear and be acutely aware of Malleus' presence behind him the whole time.

Ruggie would 100% start talking quietly to Malleus, just loud enough for Rollo to kinda-sorta hear, JUST to get on Rollo's nerves. Like–

Ruggie: "Hey, Malleus, how're you doing today?" Malleus: "I'm doing well. Why do you ask?" Ruggie: "No reason, really. Just, y'know...it'd be funny if Rollo thought we were plotting something right behind him." Malleus: "Oh that's brilliant. Let us continue, then."

[el-jarado]

Turning some Epic AUs over in my head, and one that's appealed to me is Odysseus and the boys actually succeeding in the wind bag trial only to fail to make it home anyway because Odysseus has not yet learned you don't win god games, you play them helplessly until the god decides they're done with you.

Odysseus listens when Aeolus presents their game; the bag is a tool, not the game itself. He's being challenged to a battle of wits; he boasted mere moments earlier to his shaken men that he led 600 men to battle and none of them died there, but he's lost men since then. Is he a good enough captain to know how the men he has left will act when besieged by rumor?

And Odysseus rises to the challenge, greeting the difficulties with open arms like Polities would but remembering to use his wits. He has Eurylochus assemble a team to guard the bag; as the good man he wants to be, he soothes a moment of doubt with a gesture of trust, setting to work mending the cracks in his friendship with his brother. As the cunning man he is, he sends a message to any other doubters in the crew that he and Eurylochus are on the same page, and everyone else should be following their lead. He keeps his eyes on the men Eurylochus trusts with the task; they have been honored by his gesture, and so have motivation to deserve it...and quietly, Odysseus makes sure he knows who's guarding the bag and when, and they know he knows. Anyone who betrays them will be found out swiftly, and Odysseus sleeps soundly knowing his men will want to live up to his faith in their loyalty, and fear carrying the blame and facing the consequences if they don't.

The whispers on the wind are wily, but Odysseus is wilier, and bit by bit he stokes optimism in his shaken crew. Morale improves as they get closer and closer to Ithaca, and maybe Odysseus's assurance teeters on hubris; he does not correct the men when they start to laugh and joke again, saying to each other their Captain can even outwit the gods. He needs them to believe that; not forever, just for a few days. Just until he gets them home.

Odysseus lives up to his new ideals, and leads from the heart even as his guile tries to make sure of things. He plays Aeolus's game and wins, but as Ithaca approaches, Eurylochus's words ring true; don't forget how dangerous the gods are. As Ithaca comes into sight, Aeolus's business with Odysseus and his men is finished.

Poseidon's, however, has just begun.

Amusing the wind god for ten days has done nothing to calm the fury of the sea god, and Odysseus suddenly finds himself on the losing end of a game he didn't even know he was playing. Poseidon sent the storm to crush them and block their path, and when Odysseus's scheme stilled it, Poseidon lay in wait should the storm win free. Had it been released, he was ready to drown Odysseus's fleet wherever it landed, but with the storm still trapped, Poseidon watches and waits until Odysseus is in Ithican waters before rising from the sea to have his reckoning with the man who blinded his son. Odysseus won the god game, but Athena is not watching over him and Aeolus has neither the power nor the inclination to stay Poseidon's hand. Odysseus's only prize for winning the game is that all of his subjects can watch Poseidon make an example of him and his fleet.

Odysseus has let his men believe he can outwit even the weather, even the gods themselves; he had to, to make sure they would not be led astray by rumor on the wind. Now, however, the truth is laid bare; Odysseus floats in waters he has long considered his, only to find they owe their true loyalty to the angry god tossing the fleet about like toys. There is no strategy that can calm or trick Poseidon, no attack that can drive him away, no way to evade him. Odysseus stares at the shores of Ithaca; he could swim there if the waters were calm, but with Poseidon's will set against him, his home might as well be on the moon for all he can reach it. Somewhere, he knows, Penelope and Telemachus are rushing to the shoreline, and he has no way to escape the doom that has found him there.

No way, except one. No way, except for the winds he was warned would blow him halfway across the world if he let them free.

Odysseus looks at the god looming above, taking his time in the role of executioner; he looks at the bag that is his only way out. He looks at the shores he has thought about every day for the last ten years.

"Please don't make me do this, don't make me do this."

[minecraft]

oh my gosh i know that this is probably dumb as hell but yknow that cartoon coyote who tries to catch roadrunner. Wile E Coyote? his name is a pun on "Wily" ie (adjective. ˈwī-lē wilier; wiliest. : full of deceit : tricky) and like. I always feel like I knew this but it was always like a subconscious acknowledgment until now

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I joked about the adults being girlfailures in the adult storyline but actually I think I have THOUGHTS

like these women miss things when covering up a murder, get the upper hand in a conflict only about 50% of the time, struggle to carry out plans. They’re bad moms, bad wives, bad friends. And I LOVE that

The narrative so often - especially for women - is trauma makes you better, stronger, wilier. But that is just not always the case. Sometimes trauma just makes you sad and unable to move on. Sometimes you’re stunted on every level

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🤪 song to sing in the shower

Time in a Bottle - Rob Lane, Julia Church, Jim Croce (cover)

Roses and lavender swamped the steamy air of the quiet bath of the Kobold's Soul, the quaint little tavern nestled in the heart of Ironforge. Hardly known, hardly seen, and a quiet respite for any adventurer in need of peace. It was perfect for Oplisca.

She smiled as she gently ran her fingers over the steaming water, thanks to the many wonderment of piping of the gnome proprietor Vincent. The inventor was a kind friend and an even wilier lover. Just something about those mustaches, the woman mused as she looked in the mirror for a moment.

Dark skin, dark curly hair, and eyes to match. She wasn't what could be considered breaking of the mold but she liked how she looked and it was obvious from a few hours ago other did too. A playful grin crossed her face before shaking her head to make back for the bath, now slipping a calloused and scarred foot into the 'pot'.

A wince, a whine, and finally a sigh as she submerged her weary feet into the tub before sinking the rest of herself down. It wasn't exactly made for a human as she found her knees rose a bit of above the water and was doing nothing for modesty for her upper half. But the heat of the ceramic and water were perfect for her sore muscles. The road wasn't easy but it was her home.

For now.

A smile came to her face again as she soaked it all in, sinking a bit further to let her knees rise above water and give solace to her shoulders. Weariness and pain seeped away in the water causing a soft moan of pleasure to add ripples to her flowered bathwater. She had to giggle at it as breathed in the steam, despite the pain her body her head was slowly catching up. It had started right after with Vincent and was honestly the reason the bath was drawn in the first place.

Soak it out babe, Vincent had told her with a smile behind his bushy mustache. It felt so silky between her fingers and made her excited for what she planned to do to him after her unwinding. But her head was telling her might be better to take it, the slight throb was now growing stronger by the moment.

"Just need a soak," Oplisca muttered as she closed her eyes and slowly slid herself under the water.

The water parts as she rises back above the steaming pool, dripping hair and face. Her eyes are closed as she breathes in deeply from her nose. Hands slowly reaching to steady along the edge of the basin, red streaks leaking over from palms. Lips part to aid in the nose as the exhale continues forever. The very breath of life flowing forth to strike the top of the water as it treads into a soft choking wheeze.

One. Two. Three.

Inhale.

Lids lift and eyes see clearly once more. Violet as twilight.

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Wilier Triestina et Astana-Qazaqstan se séparent

Après 5 années de partenariat, Astana-Qazaqstan et Wilier Triestina prennent des chemins séparés. Mais ils seront amené à se recroiser sur les route du World Tour dès 2025 ! Les frères Gastaldello à la tête de Wilier Triestina reviennent sur cette aventure. La saison 2024 est close, Mark Cavendish a remporté sa dernière victoire il y a peu de temps et dans les services course ont pense déjà au…

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Can you tell me about Anarac Fifth-Blood ?

Feel free to info dump :)

Oh boy, you've just opened pandora's box, my friend! My other characters have lore, but Anarac has lore. As in, he's part of Illarian Holy Canon. But let's get to that in a bit >:)

Putting this under a cut because it got hella long lmao

Anarac was born 3500 years before the present day in the city of Dualn, capital of the Araunian Empire. (Fun fact: his surname is Fifth-Blood because his family had lived there for five generations, making his kids' surnames Sixth-Blood). Now, in the current day, Araun is a wasteland of poisonous desert, their empire and people wiped off the map until all that was left is their ruins. However, back in the day, it was the center of Illari civilization. Magic was basically invented there, along with things like written language and agriculture. See, it wasn't a desert back in the day, but we'll get to that.

For all his civilization's greatness, Anarac was kind of just a guy. He married his childhood sweetheart, had two kids basically right out of high school, and then divorced his childhood sweetheart a few years later when she up and left after deciding that she wanted more in life. Anarac was left as the sole guardian of his sons: Finian and Baerdyn. Despite his heartbreak, Anarac did his best to give his sons a happy childhood. He gave up on opening a resteraunt and took a job as a market guard, selling sandwiches out of a cart at night to make a little extra money on the side. Things might’ve been rough sometimes, but he and his sons were happy. Anarac always took the time, no matter how exhausted, to run around the park with Baerdyn or to help Finian study for his school's gifted program.

But all would not stay well. See, the Araunians knew of the dark force that curled around the Illari solar wheel. They built their cities as giant compounds to avoid going outside into the starlight. But your average Araunian wasn't too concerned with this. Anarac went outside at night often to ply his food cart wares to overnight travelers. This never had any impact for decades, but it was only when he got too close an elven caravan that he felt a certain curious pressure. Anarac followed this sensation until he came across a ring of dancing figures, one wild dancer at their center. The pressure in his skull grew until he blacked out. When he came to, his hands were wrapped around the dead dancer's neck, the rest of her companions having fled.

Anarac, though he didn't know these words, was End-Made-Flesh. One of those cursed folk the godkiller End could channel itself through. The elf he killed was a priest of the elven gods. Again though, Anarac didn't know this. All he knew was that he was terrified. He hid the body, knowing that if he was arrested, no one would be there to take care of his sons. He tried to live life as normal, except that pressure wouldn't leave. Not knowing what to do, after several weeks, Anarac went to a priest.

In the chamber of the temple, as the confused priest read out manuscripts describing End, Anarac felt that pressure again as he stepped under a skylight. The Araunians revered the sun, so most of their temples had skylights, but in this case, it only served to let in the stars. In that moment, Anarac was transformed into a true avatar of End. His form grew huge and monstrous, his consciousness locked into the back of his mind as End took control and tore through the temple before the priest could reveal the truth to Anarac.

For the next few years, Anarac lived as a prisoner in a body that was no longer his own. End ripped through temple after temple, hoping to weaken the worship of the gods. Anarac grew desperate for a way out. When they fought at a Skysheerian temple near the shore, he managed to trick End into entering the deep water. The only thing Anarac could control was his body's breathing and he very nearly managed to kill both himself and End. However, End was wilier than that. It also realized that its flesh needed to be punished and broken.

End returned to Dualn. It sought out Anarac's home where his sons still lived, Finian doing his best to take care of Baerdyn so they didn't end up in an orphanage. Wearing the face of their father, End entered even as Anarac screamed internally. It then ripped apart Anarac's sons with his own hands.

After that, Anarac stopped resisting. He couldn't do anything but scream without lungs as End refused to wash off his precious sons' blood. Soon after that, the Chosen were created by the Illarian gods to stop this avatar of End, which is an important moment in Illarian history. They killed Anarac by beheading and both Anarac's soul and the piece of End that inhabited his body were sent back up beyond the sun's light.

End is sort of like a colonial organism. It is made up of many minds, and after he died, Anarac became one of these minds. For thousands of years, he existed within this being. His identity was all but scraped away, the only thing left being his scream for his sons.

It was only when another avatar was created that Anarac was sent down to Illaros again, along with other minds of End, to inhabit her body. "Her" being Izjik of Honor's Outcasts. Through the power of proper socializing, Izjik managed to bring Anarac slightly back into awareness as they were both locked away while End committed atrocities once more. I'm not going to spoil the end of Honor's Outcasts, but suffice to say, Anarac's soul was eventually freed and entrusted to the Illarian god of loyalty, as not even the gods knew where the souls of the rest of the Araunians were. (Some time after Anarac died, the Araunian species went extinct in the same event that destroyed their empire, but we're not gonna get into that).

He stayed for a while in the god of loyalty's heaven, despite it not really being where he belong and despite him still being too terrified to speak to any other dead souls. For the first time in millenia, Anarac wasn't under End's control. He hardly knew what to do with himself.

The Starbreaker gets involved when some scientists and a Chosen decide to send a ship crewed by ghosts through space to break through End's blockade on the solar wheel. They picked several souls they thought might be important: a star sailor, an astronomer, a cartographer, and a smooth talker. But one thing was missing - someone who actually knew anything about End. Anarac was the only soul who could fulfill such a requirement, so he was sent along on his voyage through space, too. That's where the story of Starbreaker picks up, which I haven't written yet.

As he is in Starbreaker, Anarac barely remembers what it's like to be a person. Pretty much any sensation terrifies him. He forgets he can move and talk under his own power. Despite not knowing his role, the rest of the crew of the Starbreaker do their best to take care of him. And although he's deeply scarred, Anarac does try to help his crew in any small way he can. He's prone to silent gestures of kindness, and though he's usually too frightened to leave the hold, he will do so if he thinks his friends are in danger, though usually with a hand over his eyes. Pash especially, he seeks to protect, as the young fae can be exceptionally reckless. One thing that does draw Anarac out of his shell is music and cooking. He has no need to cook on a ship full of dead people, but on music nights, he will nod along to the beat, remembering a distant time when he used to love to dance. Out of all of the crew, he is the only one who know the true danger of their mission. He's terrified, yes, but also determined to finally get one up on the demon that tormented him for so long.

As for his appearance, look no further than my profile pic! He has red skin, blond hair, and orange eyes, and as a ghost, is still dressed in the archaic clothes he died in, with a gash around his neck indicating he was beheaded. I also have this picrew :)

So yeah, that's my most fucked up of fucked up little guys. Starbreaker will see him come out of his shell a bit now that he's around other people who can activate his protective parent instincts with their sheer dumbassery. Sorry for the super long post, but I can't say I didn't warn you lol

Anyways, thanks so much for the ask! I hope you have a bitchin day in return for making mine all the better for letting me info dump <3

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Steve/Pepper Masterlist

Afterfeather (ao3) - Linedragon (Sameshima_Shuzumi) G, 1k

Summary: Pepper, like everyone else, knows Steve Rogers doesn't unfurl his wings. Pepper's been through some changes, and she's not the only one.

a hazy shade of winter (ao3) - danthezijn G, 1k

Summary: Pepper can’t think of the last time she went to a party for fun.

All Wrapped Up (ao3) - Rinkafic M, 1k

Summary: Done for Kink Bingo fill "Tentacles"

And Yet, You Do It Anyway (ao3) - ABrighterDarkness M, 16k

Summary: Steve stared at her for a long moment, eyes wide in stunned surprise and then he started laughing. A loud, full body laugh that had Pepper grinning smugly in return. Natasha stood over them, arms crossed in front of her with an amused smirk.

“Okay,” Steve managed when his laughter began to settle. “Okay, I stand corrected. Good one, Pepper.”

“Even I saw that one coming, Steve,” Natasha teased. “She’s wilier than she looks.”

a reason to stay (ao3) - IronSwordStarShield (SweetFanfics) G, 2k

Summary: All Steve ever needed was a reason to stay. But no one ever asked that of him, until Pepper.

Bedsheet Smell Like You (ao3) - redbluesilver past pepper/tony, unrequited steve/tonyE, 3k

Summary: They meet at a bar, but neither wants to drink. They just want to forget those they loved and maybe still love.

Body to Body (ao3) - quigonejinn T, 3k

Summary: In March, Steve goes home to his old neighborhood. The fic in which nobody dies.

Floral Engagement (ao3) - ABrighterDarkness, NachoDiablo T, 5k

Summary: The cute blond florist keeps gifting Pepper flowers. She's determined not to read into it. But she really should.

For As Long as You Want (ao3) - alexcat E, 2k

Summary: Pepper and Tony are split and while Tony is out with a young thing, she spends an evening with Steve Rogers.

I Loved You Once in Silence (ao3) - KeeperofSeeds pepper/steve, pepper/tony, steve/pepper/tony G, 3k

Summary: Falling in love with your king's intended wife is wrong, but King Tony was going to marry the most gorgeous woman in all the kingdom.

Rumor Has It (ao3) - Faustess rhodey/tony, steve/pepper G, 1k

Summary: Rhodey wakes up to find Tony reading aloud to Pepper and Steve about his (supposed) wild, playboy lifestyle and their respective roles in it. Jim Rhodes is not caffeinated enough for this kind of hilarity.

The Wall (ao3) - alexcat E, 1k

Summary: Pepper and Steve date and more, much more.

This "Love at First Sight" Business (ao3) - WinterSky101 tony/bruce, steve/pepper T, 6k

Summary: Tony, Bruce, and Pepper stay in Steve's apartment, after a scientific mishap in Stark Tower. Truths get out and people realize that others might know more about them than they do themselves. What happens next is up to them.

Yes, Virginnia. There IS a Cap (ao3) - meh_guhE, 3k

Summary: Steve just wants one day to show Pepper a good time.