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Baby Susan; Jack Chambers
Jack and Alice looked in awe at the sweet baby bundle tucked away in her crib. The flamingo crocheted quilt, hugged her tight enough for security. "Alice, isn't amazing how we created something so beautiful?" Alice laid her head on Jack's shoulder.
"Yeah.....look at her little nose," As if on cue, Susan's diaphanous nose twitched like a little bunny. "She has your eyes Alice, and your hair and smile." Alice giggled, while continuing her gaze at her baby girl.
"She has your nose." Jack beamed in pride as seeing that when Susan was born, she looked like a copy of Alice. Despite the colossal jubilation Jack felt at Susan's birth, his mind did bellyache at the fact of Susan only favoring him to a microscopic degree. When he pictured his new offspring, she would have light brown hair with enriching green eyes like her mother and deep dimples like him. She would be a gentle and ladylike soul like Alice, but a stubborn jack rabbit like himself.
But nonetheless, Susan was more than anything he could've dreamed of. She was perfect in everyway. He soft pale skin, her mushy cheeks that he splattered in kisses every moment he got and her benign little cries that she echoed throughout the house for a diaper change or a bottle.
Her personality was already shaping itself. She was a quiet baby, with only a little to say, Susan was a miss independent as she focused her baby brain on doing things herself. She was also obedient; determined to mind the do's and don'ts of her parents. She would stare into their eyes, almost as if asking for approval for an okay to squawk out a cry or to grab something that seemed edgy for her.
Jack and Alice too their positions into their own bed, after reading a goodnight story and kissing the 2 month old baby goodnight. Jack watched from the bed as Alice fixed herself up for bed; her gentle smooth hands rubbing her sheeny face and neck. She stared at herself in the mirror with such modesty yet insufferable pride at the same time.
Alice sat legs crossed while applying her night serum. Her black lingerie layed perfectly around the curves of her body. She finished up before inviting herself next to Jack in the bed. Alice's head hit the pillow before Jack had the chance to ask her if she wanted to indulge in the book the two had started together. But Alice's snores told something different. Jack had to face it, she was home most of the day with Susan and it was a daunting task in itself to care for such a little susceptible infant. I guess it's just me. Jack thought before turning the page of the chapter he already finished.
Soon it turned dusk midnight, Jack asleep with the book page cornered and set aside on the nightstand, spooning Alice as the young couple were snoozing away in the mildly heated pale yellow room, tucked away in azure pixelated covers. That was until a baby's shriek wrested them alive.
Alice dashed into Susan's bedroom; rollers in her hair bouncing along with the lavender robe she covered herself in. Jack laid in bed still; hand going over the empty indention of where Alice's body was.
"Shhh, my butterfly...there, there." Alice cooed through the monitor. Jack was soothed by Alice's sweet song like voice, gently rocking his baby back to sleep. "You just wanted someone to hold you? Well, mommy's here baby....she'll always be there." Jack didn't even recon the smile that had incoherently spread across his face. Alice had said the last part with the gentle voice she always uses. But the feeling of deep admiration and devotion for her baby lingered in her tone which uprooted Jack from his warm spot in the bed, and into Susan's bedroom, where he was greeted by a nursing Susan and a sleepy wife.
Jack was awestruck by the site. The tiny baby was suckling for milk and her sapped mother, laid back in the pale green rocking chair the couple had taken the liberty to make. Mostly Jack. Being the do-it-yourself type of guy, Jack constructed the chair as a present for Alice, like a thank you for carrying the baby. Jack carefully took Susan after she was done with her midnight snack and placed her into the crib.
He then adjusted Alice's top part and carried her into the shared bed they had. "Goodnight my princess," Jack placed a sweet kiss to Alice's cheek. "I love you."
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dollfairy · 2 years
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my mom called our lazy susan a sleazy susan by accident once and now I can't call it anything else
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sweaterface · 3 months
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lost
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from-the-dead · 4 months
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Red Death has come to take what is rightfully his own.
Version without wings under the cut:
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punkitt-is-here · 1 month
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I drew funny orange fanart… :)
DELIGHTED BY THIS
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feodor-dostoevsky · 10 months
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AMY ADAMS as Susan Morrow in NOCTURNAL ANIMALS (2016)
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atomic-chronoscaph · 1 year
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Shocking Set (1965)
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spicyspino · 1 month
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Van der Linde Gang - Circa 1895
(x) < 1st Version from 2022
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tomeebear04 · 6 days
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TY to everyone who sent something to my drawbox!! all your drawings are so lovely! :)!
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natjennie · 3 months
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taskmaster is a normal show for normal people.
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nicollekidman · 1 year
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cary grant sneaking the word gay past the censors because people hadn’t started using it like That yet... while in this fit..... that’s a man <3 
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thestobingirlie · 8 months
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society when stranger things fans realise women will never be a perfect victim, and everyone finally stops reducing female characters down to innocent baby, flawless mother, or demon bitch.
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dozydawn · 2 months
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Susan Blakely in Rich Man, Poor Man (1975).
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do we think susan is actually 15 or is she like. 15 in timelord years. yk how romana says she was still just a little girl in her 60s. if susan is actually 15 thats an infant baby
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woodsfae · 6 months
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Susan Blane: now that my decrepit husband is dead, I'm having my Hot Girl Summer. This is a fling of convenience because you are very cute and also in my house all day. Larry Russell: 🥰 🎶There goes my baby!! There goes my destiny onliest one for me there goes my BABY!🎶 Susan Blane: Seriously, being married was a nightmare. I always wanted to be a merry widow and now that my husband finally died I'm just going to have fun. Larry Russell: 🥰 🎶There goes my baby! She could be the one, we could fall in love, we're gonna have some babies!🎶
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alwayschasingrainbows · 2 months
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Baby Shirley Blythe's mischievious moments from Anne of Ingleside by L. M. Montgomery:
"how Shirley had been found in a stable standing right under one of the horses..."Mrs. Dr. dear, never shall I be the same woman again"..." (at two years old!)
"Only Shirley stood his ground, gazing fearlessly at her out of his round brown eyes from the safe anchorage of Susan's lap and arm." (seeing Aunt Mary Maria for the first time, while all the other children had run away).
"with Shirley locking himself in the bathroom and forgetting how to unlock it."
"Ugly old Aunt Maywia," Shirley had said distinctly one dreadful day. Gilbert had been going to spank him for it, but Susan had risen up in outraged majesty and forbade it."
"Then Santa appeared, a gorgeous Santa, all crimson and white fur, with a long white beard and such a jolly big stomach...Susan had stuffed three cushions into the red velveteen cassock Anne had made for Gilbert. Shirley screamed with terror at first, but refused to be taken out, for all that."
"They fed him [a robin bird] on worms at first and he had such an appetite that Shirley spent most of his time digging them. He stored the worms in cans and left them around the house, much to Susan's disgust, but she would have endured more than that for Cock Robin, who lighted so fearlessly on her work-worn finger and chirrupped in her very face."
"Shirley, if you haven't got that new magazine all sticky with jam!"
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