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idyllicserendipity · 8 days ago
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Harley’s Holiday Batman: The Animated Series
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idyllicserendipity · 8 days ago
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Ge//ge can keep saying that Sho//ko would never love her two boys in that way, but I'm still gonna ship those two ships LOL!
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idyllicserendipity · 8 days ago
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idyllicserendipity · 12 days ago
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@falsiliar ❤️💕
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technically it's already been posted, but i wanted to have my cover for @oumotazine2 here
leftover sales open on the 22nd 😘💜
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idyllicserendipity · 29 days ago
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idyllicserendipity · 2 months ago
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Stargazing under an artificial night sky.
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idyllicserendipity · 2 months ago
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It's kinda funny how most people treat this tall, blindfolded man like it's a normal, everyday thing. Or well, thank you, Japan has always been polite and wouldn't see a reason to point out something that if it doesn't cause any issues. But I still think it's so funny that all these old folks treat Go//jo so normally, especially when he's buying treats and souvenirs off them. Like-- oh, somehow, this guy can perfectly still see everything, even with that blindfold on. Well, okay then!
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idyllicserendipity · 2 months ago
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Me when I see people try to paint Go//jo as the villain and worst than everyone else in the series, including the actual villains themselves.
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idyllicserendipity · 3 months ago
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I always imagine Charlie making all these cute squeaky sounds tbh.
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idyllicserendipity · 3 months ago
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Phanpara once again showing just how badly Gojo actually wants to hang out and spend time with everyone, despite his busy ass schedule. The way he took a day off on the same day Shoko did-- and the way he tricked Utahime into coming to Tokyo just so they could play baseball together-- THIS GUUUUUYYYYY.
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idyllicserendipity · 3 months ago
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I like to think that Mimzy breaks into song A WHOLE LOT MORE than the other characters in the series (And that's obviously saying a lot LOL). It might be the one thing Charlie and her have in common, the constant want and enjoyment to break into song during nearly any situation. To a point that it's hard to stop, even when it's clearly not the right time for them to belt out something. It's not just her seeking attention by this point, but just an easier way for her to communicate with others.
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idyllicserendipity · 3 months ago
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Mimzy print available via streamily December 19, 2024. Art by Hunter Braly and signed by Sarah Stiles.
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idyllicserendipity · 3 months ago
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He is kind of dumb
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idyllicserendipity · 3 months ago
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I really do prefer the art style and writing for Seasons 2 and 3 of Johnny Bravo, when compared to Seasons 1 and 4.
While I do somewhat appreciate those seasons as well (The Scooby Doo crossover will always be a classic), the middle seasons had way more unique and original ideas that still tickle my funny bone to this very day. The jokes, the characterisation of Johnny, his mother and Suzy (They actually did so much more with her here, when compared to season 1 and 4, where she was just that girl who had a puppy-dog crush on Johnny, ugh)... there were actually more creative takes as well when it came to how far they could go with Johnny and his stupidity.
And let's not forget that Carl and Pops were introduced in these middle seasons, who are great supporting characters, and a rather necessary friend and father figure to Johnny respectively. It just sucks that they were completely downgraded to brief cameos in Season 4.
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idyllicserendipity · 3 months ago
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rocket + checkers emoji
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idyllicserendipity · 3 months ago
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“ it was an accident. ” / for swansea
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IT WAS ALWAYS IN ONE EAR and out the other with these kids! Just what the hell was she so distracted by that she hadn't noticed THIS?
"An accident-- an accident, she says!"
Casting one last withering glance in her direction, the mechanic would turn back to the vent hatch with a huff. Finishing up the last of the repair job, before roughly snapping the thing shut.
He had to make sure that neither she nor anyone else wounded up getting hurt by the damn thing, especially when this incident in particular had been a real CLOSE CALL. There have just been one too many incidents for his liking, especially when there were only just a handful of them on this ship.
And, what the hell were they gonna do if their NURSE-- the one person who SHOULD NOT be getting hurt-- GOT HURT?
As he rubbed at his face and sighed deeply in exasperation, Swansea would eventually turn back to her.
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He would give the nervous woman a stern yet careful look over, biting back the urge to further reprimand the already shaking thing. Once he was sure that not even some of her hair had gotten snipped off somehow, the old man would finally sigh and wave her off. It truly was stupid of him to think that he would no longer have to worry about this sort of thing, once his own kids had grown up and were out of the house... he suppose that job was never done.
"Just... be more careful next time, will ya?"
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@nursewashing ❤️💕
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idyllicserendipity · 3 months ago
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HOW HAD... HOW--
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... okay, Celia, breathe... just, breathe. There wasn't any point now for any of that.
Celia Lede had been in COMPLETE CONTROL of her life-- up until that very day. When that GOOD-FOR-NOTHING of a husband, came and ruined EVERYTHING... No, even after that, even after she had him and her little pet killed-- it might have all been an unfortunate setback (Especially to lose such an expensive purchase, so early in), but... she had remained in complete control.
... Up until she had made the goddamn mistake of applying to this FORSAKEN PLACE. A seemingly unassuming company, that she could for the time being keep her head down at... or so she had thought.
This was punishment, this had to be punishment for all the things she had done. Her unbridled anger that had some so justified, once upon a time. The was she had treated those around her. The things she had done to relieve the stress that had piled upon her shoulders-- no, crushed her to the ground over the years... this was her punishment. She no longer had any control over anything, and now-- she was the one trapped like a mouse.
Celia would find herself in the break room (HAH!) on this day, unable to help but note that it wasn't all too different to the one back at her old office... or even the office that she had kept her little pet in. Still, with no desire to truly return back to the workplace she'd been assigned to, she would decide to settle down here for a spell. Taking a seat at one of the nearby tables, before resting her face tiredly in her palm. Staring off at the disgustingly warm looking walls that she was encased in... before her time alone was cut short with the arrival of... well, one of her own, she supposed.
After all, he was apparently working here, just like her. And he in no way behaved like that... thing that had 'interviewed' her on that day. She couldn't help but quietly accept the presence of another normal being then, as she slowly casted her brown gaze up towards the man and his cups of coffee... that was until he had mentioned that she could use SYRUP for hers.
The other's good intentions was then met with a rather harsh snarl from the woman. One of her livid eyes twitching, her teeth tightly clenching to the point of nearly cracking if not shattering... before she would just as abruptly deflate before his very eyes, as she sat back in that cheap little plastic chair of hers in defeat.
There were brief thoughts of simply flinging this scalding mug of coffee at the other. And it would have been absolutely therapeutic. But there was no point, was there? All her hard work when it came to staying PERFECT. To keep that flawless surface of hers from cracking... It's not like any of that mattered anymore, especially in regards to whoever was in charge of this hellhole.
And so, with a deep exhale through her nose, Celia would miraculously straighten out the warped interpretation she initially had of that actually harmless suggestion. Taking a sip of her hot coffee (Hardly caring that it was already scalding her tongue and lips), as she gazed back at him from over the rim of her mug.
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"... no, not really." Whether it was because she had conditioned herself to be repulsed at idea of putting any sort of sugar into her body-- no, syrup wasn't her thing. She would very much prefer an entire bottle of brandy, about several days ago. it wouldn't help her feel anything, but she would rather not feel anything, by this point, "... and oh, really?" She found herself adding, despite the almost bored tone, "How did they manage that?"
@idyllicserendipity || for Celia! ♡( ◡‿◡ )
“How do you usually take it . . . ? Your coffee.”
Frankly, Wally hadn't expected to see her in here. In his experience, the newbies tended to tuck themselves away like cornered mice—terrified and shivering—and didn't often even realize this breakroom existed for a good many . . . days? Weeks? Months? (Hilarious on two accounts: Time hardly mattered in this shithole. And “breakroom” was a disgustingly sardonic title for a place where “breaks” hardly existed.) But there she was. Just sitting quietly. Staring.
He had the passing curiosity if he looked like that at first . . . or if maybe he still did.
Hovering near the coffee pot (someone had brewed it recently, if the smell and temperature were any indication), he'd begun pulling a mug out of the cabinets, hesitating on the thought of whether he should acquire two. Without her reply, he did. And without her reply, Wally poured them both a generous amount. ��I heard someone restocked a ridiculous variety of flavored syrups . . . i-if, ah . . . that's your thing.”
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More like: —if the sugar might help you feel something again.
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