#pep squad

[mikheleworld]

[fleetwood-mac-andcheese]

Somebody needs to take photoshop away from me

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[acluelessstar]

hey guys i posted this animation unfinished because i just don't have it in me! i don't think it would be worth the hours coloring it and i wouldn't learn much as compared to working on newer projects, also it was 90% of the way done considering rough sketch > sketch > lineart > half colored

pep is back and she is silly

[lunar-rotation]

23 Oct 2023

I don't really have a theme this week. I guess I went for extreme tonal whiplash bookended by songs about nostalgia. Also there is a very horny sapphic song on here. Anyway.

This week’s playlist:

Remember by Cinema Stare

Far Cry from the Ritz by Elle Lexxa

Rebel by Pep Squad

Daydream In Blue by I Monster

Born Leader by Coach Party

Skeleton by Set It Off

Rockstar by Momma

Alphas by Dope Saint Jude

AFTER THERAPY (feat. Hot Mulligan) by NOAHFINNCE

Timesick by Goodnight Sunrise

Lunar Rotation Weekly by Winifred Yost

[godlyolympostv]

If it’s worth anything, Amphitrite you’ll always be ten times the queen Hera could never be ✨

POV: Poseidon strikes again

[shen-mu]

who are the closest friends you’ve made through the qsmp?

i like reading the lists where people compliment each other and speak about how the server brought them together and stuff - and your friend group seems so sweet!

hmmmm...it's probably pep, hep & five & pommunist & fitpacs and shinxy!!! i really enjoy talking to them about like anything im so happy to call them my friends <З

[whitehartlane]

funny how much ppl hate city and spurs that the entire football world is dunking on city right now without giving any credit to spurs when the last time their team beat city away at the etihad was never. possibly in another timeline if i’m being gracious

[cityzenchick]

[rice-enjoyer]

specifically posting for @rye-bread-soda-iceberg

man. august me was a BEAST!!! i was sketching linearting left and right!!!! look at me now. i barely draw ue ue

filename being meandtheblorbo.png is relevant methinks

[gods-favorite-autistic]

Me, just trying to get through dance and doing my across-the-floors:

Some random-ass white woman staring at us through the window in the hallway: 🙎‍♀️

[the-thieves-gambit]

@dozenrozez

THE BESTIES | Harlan Coben's Shelter 1x08

[h0lyground]

cph are playing so fucking dirty what the hell

[ur-mag]

Pep Guardiola tipped to ‘completely change’ England squad with two uncapped goalkeepers if he succeeds Southgate

PEP GUARDIOLA has been tipped to transform England’s squad if he became manager – starting by bringing in two uncapped keepers. Manchester City‘s Treble-winning chie Read Full Text

[puppys-rhythm-heaven]

i love the contrast between ds and megamix barely having any changes in their european versions other than a couple spellings being changed and then fever just. went all out and retranslated everything-

[prompt-master]

I will corpse doll your favorite characters

I think that the power system in orphan squad is pretty basic and has been done before a million times but I really want to further explore it.

I feel like a lot of emotion based powers will have characters understand their emotion once in a big scene and after that they can easily control their powers.

But that's not how emotions really. Work? Yes you can think happy or sad thoughts to sway them or calm yourself down from anger but you're not going to get perfect control. So I want moments where the characters can't use their powers, like a moment where hestia can't bring themselves to be happy or where iree is struggling to calm down and turn hers off.

I think it would maybe add another degree of complexity and variety in a way that makes sense?

[magical-reid]

In Another League

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 900

Setting: Beacon Hills High School, Season 2 Timeline

Summary: Stiles Stilinski, caught in his usual whirlwind of chaos and awkwardness, finds himself hopelessly smitten by you after you unknowingly rock his world by wearing his lacrosse jersey at the pep rally. In a moment of fate, you tease him with a casual compliment, leaving Stiles both flustered and hopeful that maybe, just maybe, you’re beginning to notice him too.

Stiles Stilinski was never subtle. It wasn’t in his nature. Where Scott McCall had his quiet confidence, Stiles had… well, everything else. The quick wit, the chaotic charm, the awkward stumbles—he was a walking open book of enthusiasm and panic. And right now, every single page of that book was consumed by one person: you.

You weren’t oblivious to his existence. How could you be, with Stiles’ constant flailing and frantic energy orbiting you like some hyperactive moon? But you… you just didn’t seem to care. Not the way he wanted you to, at least. Sure, you waved at him in the hallway sometimes, maybe smiled at one of his jokes when Scott dragged him into your circle during lunch. But you weren’t charmed. You weren’t invested. Not the way Stiles was.

Still, he didn’t stop. Couldn’t.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

The Day of the Pep Assembly

Beacon Hills High was a mess of chatter and excitement as students buzzed about the annual pep rally. Lacrosse season was in full swing, and the team was undefeated so far. Coach Finstock, naturally, had decided this called for some mandatory team spirit. As part of the festivities, every girl on the cheer squad—and a handful of volunteers from the student body—was assigned a player’s jersey to wear during the rally.

Stiles had tried not to hope. Really, he had. He wasn’t even sure if you knew he existed half the time. The idea of you—Beacon Hills’ own lowkey legend of intellect and effortless charm—volunteering to wear a lacrosse jersey, his lacrosse jersey, seemed absurd.

And then you walked into the gym.

The chaos of the assembly faded to white noise as Stiles’ brain short-circuited. You were there, wearing his number—24—draped over you like it had always belonged to you. The oversized jersey hung loose on your frame, and you’d paired it with jeans and your usual casual confidence. It wasn’t even a big deal to you. You laughed at something a friend said, completely oblivious to the seismic event you’d just caused in Stiles’ chest.

He nudged Scott—hard. “Do you see that? Are you seeing this?”

Scott barely glanced up from where he was tying his shoe. “Seeing what?”

“Her! Y/N! She’s wearing my jersey. Mine!”

Scott rolled his eyes. “Yeah, Stiles, because Coach assigned it to her. Don’t overthink it.”

“Overthink it? Scott, this is fate!” Stiles hissed, clutching his chest like the mere sight of you had delivered a fatal blow. “This is destiny in the form of polyester fabric!”

Scott gave him a look, the kind that said calm down before you hurt yourself, but Stiles didn’t care. All he could see was you, walking across the gym, completely unaware of the riot you’d started in his chest.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

The Moment of Truth

The assembly kicked off with its usual fanfare—Coach yelling into a microphone, the team pretending to care, and the crowd half-heartedly clapping along. Stiles couldn’t focus on any of it. Not when you were sitting just a few rows ahead of him, your presence as dazzling as the sun.

You leaned over to whisper something to one of your friends, laughing softly, and Stiles swore he felt his heart physically ache. He was so busy staring—so utterly entranced—that he didn’t notice the nudge Scott gave him.

“Hey,” Scott whispered. “Go talk to her.”

Stiles froze. “What? No. I can’t just—are you insane?”

“You’re already staring at her like a creeper. Might as well say something.”

“Yeah, because ‘Hi, Y/N, I think about you every waking moment’ is such a great icebreaker,” Stiles muttered.

Scott rolled his eyes. “Just say something normal, man. Compliment her or something. Be cool.”

Cool. Right. Because Stiles Stilinski was the epitome of cool.

When the assembly ended, the crowd began to disperse, and you stood to leave with your friends. Stiles knew this was his chance—his only chance—but his feet felt rooted to the floor. He was about to chicken out when you turned around, catching him mid-panic.

“Hey, Stilinski.”

Stiles blinked. Had you… had you just addressed him? “Uh. Hi. Hey. Y/N. What’s… up?”

You smirked, tilting your head. “Nice jersey. You think it suits me?”

His brain short-circuited for the second time that day. “I—yeah. Totally. You look amazing. Not that you don’t always look amazing. I mean, you could wear a garbage bag and still be—”

You laughed, cutting off his ramble before he could fully combust. “Relax, Stiles. I’m just messing with you.”

“Oh. Right. Yeah. Totally relaxed,” he lied, every muscle in his body tense with the effort of not saying something embarrassing.

You gave him one last smile before turning to leave. “See you around, Stilinski.”

As you walked away, Stiles let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Scott clapped him on the back.

“Smooth,” Scott teased.

Stiles ignored him, too busy replaying the moment in his head. You’d talked to him. You’d smiled at him. And maybe—just maybe—you’d actually noticed him for the first time.

It wasn’t much, but for Stiles Stilinski, it was everything.