#Delores Wells

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Delores Wells

#delores wells #pinup #vintage cheesecake #50’s pinup #vintage smut #60’s pinup #vintage playboy

[clarabowlover]

Delores Wells

#delores wells #playboy's playmate for the month (june 1960) #stunning american model #bobbed hair #cropped photo #color photography

[therealjohnstewart]

Delores Wells

#delores wells

[imkeepinit]

Movie poster by an unknown artist, distributed by the National Screen Service (#64/117), for the 1964 American-International Pictures feature film Muscle Beach Party. Peter Lorre had a small part in the film. It was his penultimate picture, and he died two days before it was released. This was 13-year-old Stevie Wonder's first film.

#movie poster #American-International Pictures #Muscle beach Party #1964 movies #Valora Noland #Peter Lupus #Alberta Nelson #Don Rickles #Donna Loren #Buddy Hackett #Jody McCrea #Delores Wells #John Ashley #Frankie Avalon #Annette Funicello

[atomic-raunch]

Delores Wells

#delores wells #pinup #vintage cheesecake #50’s pinup #vintage smut #60’s pinup

[feintenstein]

disco angsttt

#noose #ish its the tie #theres references to #euthanasia #? as well #theres so much harry is a dog remarks out there pal #dora in his mind is so interesting #messy messy #disco elysium #harry du bois #dora ingerlund #Delores dei #digital art #fanart #sketchy #comic #angst #also the. fucking way people opened their mouths about addiction being 'irredeemable'. ugh. thats shit harry would say #about himself. and that is not something people should catch on and think 'hey yeah addicts are fucked'. missed the point entirely. #anyw.aty #i dont like how this came out -~-

[clarabowlover]

Delores Wells

#delores wells #1960s #stunning american model #actress #black bobbed hair #playboy's playmate of the month 9th june 1960 #cropped photo #color photography

[vdearest]

#tonights ep punched me in the heart #amanda's acting was INSANE like the switch from goofy to completely serious #she is just a mother‚‚‚‚‚wanting to have a family again #and then to think back to her not wanting to talk about her kids!!! fuck!!!! #she is so fucked up and motivated by love #AND KODA #i had a theory about him having some connection to the castle because he was so weird abt it but then it was so much more sad #“and they ran as well” SO YOU MEAN THERE'S A CHANCE- #I LOVE SECOND CHANCE ROMANCE CMONNNNN #grgrgr biting thru stuf #sword af #smosh dnd #delores paradise #koda sword af

[non-plutonian-druid]

hear me out; delores as one of those carousel horses.

hmm. i'm not mad at it

[ID: a drawing of Delores as a carousel horse (or rather, carousel centaur) instead of a mannequin. Her hair is broken off, as well as her arm and one of her legs. Her horse part is red and she has a curly yellow tail. Her saddle and top (which resembles the bodice of a fancy dress, without the dress) are both molded on, and are made up of matching pink, blue, green, gold, and cloudy white. The shading and highlight colors are very bright and chaotic, and the line art has been drawn over by the colors in places. End ID]

It was interesting to draw not just a simplified horse, but someone else's simplification of a horse. Those are different shapes than I do! Also, a note on Delores' hair: she's bald in the show because of course she is, it's pretty common for mannequins to be bald, but why would a carousel statue lady be bald? They're not gonna put a wig on those, the hair would be molded on. So I drew her as having had hair at some point, but broken off by now

#tua #the umbrella academy #honestly this is so far removed from tua canon i feel bad about tagging it lmao #dolores tua #delores tua #i dont like this more than my original idea- i do prefer either keeping her exactly as canon or making her a real girl #making everyone a horse is already The Most Dumb i may as well just really have fun and make delores real- #but i liked this idea enough that it merited an image #centaur #centaur au #carousel horse #carousel #i might as well tag it! without the surrounding context i'd just be posting a carousel horse! #my art #return of my fucked up apocalypse coloring but a little different this time

[smoshmonker]

i will NOT be able to handle it if bug dies. putting it out into the world now that i will be unable to do anything productive if that’s how wednesday’s episode goes. i will have mandated floor time for at least 24 hours

#smosh #smosh games #sword af #angela giarratana #bug sword af #damien haas #i am so nervous you don’t understand #i cant handle it i cant #BECAUSE THEN KODA AND DELORES WILL FEEL GUILTY #THEYRE THE REASON BUG’S HP WAS SO LOW #hrrrnnnnghhhhh im not well already #my post

[current-obsession-hoard]

Lila: Self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath or putting on a lot of make up if you like that, or taking a nice warm nap and stuff like that basically.

Five: Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you. self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists. self care is the fear in your enemies eyes.

Klaus: Self care is stealing someones birthday cake just to eat the frosting.

Five: If you touch my birthday cake I’ll make you eat your hands.

#tua #the umbrella academy #well technically you all have the same birthday #altho five probably hasnt celebrated his birthday right in about 45 years #he probably did with Delores for some time #then just stopped #since he had to keep moving #ugh now I made myself sad #incorrect quotes

[garterlover]

love trying to find five/delores stuff and instead being met with weird y/n angst fics abt y/n being jealous over delores....? im sorry but grow up. im half convinced no one in the tua fandom understands five like at all.

obviously his feelings would still linger even after he lets go of her. she was his one and only companion for 40+ years, he had no one else. you just sorta have to understand and respect that before shipping yourself with five imo. he genuinely saw her as a real person and a real wife and that sort of bond doesnt just.... go away in favor of your self insert or whatever. to make angst fics about her is just so weird to me. delores was his everything for so long, of course hes still gonna be "hung up" over her?? idk. i just feel like ppl dont really grasp just how important delores is to both five himself and to his overall story. at least try to understand what delores actually was to five before writing poorly written angst fics. idk am i even making sense

#not just saying this because im delores #well maybe #delorespeak

[elnavegador]

My favorite Umbrella Academy WIPS ❤️

Lygerside Daydream

(Or the one about hallucinations and a life that never was)

Delores kisses his check. “I missed you.” 

Five smiles, taking her smooth hand between his calloused ones. “I never left.” 

The conversation dies around them and she laughs, melodic sound surrounding him, echoing like it shouldn’t.

“You always do.” 

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“Cinque, amore.” She says, wearing her favorite sunhat; the one she almost never uses in fear of wearing it out, the one with a mirriad of flowers that don’t match, the one with flowers he doesn’t remember the name of anymore.    

It’s only Delores and him, as it has been for a long time. It feels like forever, sometimes. 

Or: there’s something wrong, Five knows, he also knows he would do anything to keep Delores looking at him like that. 

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There’s this story he heard a long time ago; so long that details twist and shape into something new. There’s this story that changes in every iteration, but the end remains the same.  

“Do I know you?” She asks, tilting her head like a bird. “I feel like I know you.” 

There’s an answer trapped in his throat, between the larynx and the trachea. She keeps staring, eyes so dark he can't see the pupil and a smile pulling at the corners of her lips. The clock on the wall stops at seven.  

The scarf around her head is a nice shade of blue, it reminds Five of–of something; there’s a series of numbers written in chalk on the board, displacement equations she had been working on before he arrived, there’s a wrong decimal. The clock on the wall is stuck at seven.  

“I don’t think so.” He finally says. 

The smile widens and it should feel mocking, a threat, but instead it’s like coming home. Five smiles back.  

“Delores.” She says. He says. The clock ticks again and the room turns black. 

.

There’s something that is not quite a man at the bottom of the hill. Man-shaped, earth-teetered, unmoving with its gaze fixed in the gravel sky. Up, up, up where it can never reach, up where time is the same as it has always been. 

Its fingers twitch, once, two and thrice, its neck is sore, bruised in a way it doesn’t notice anymore. The gray shifts and time doesn’t forgive, so it takes one step after the other, feet rising from the broken concrete, heavy, breaking the vines threaded into its broken boots, life that clings, uncaring.

It keeps walking. 

Capgras Delusion

(or the one where Five returns earlier and tries to find a way to take his siblings from Reginald)

It's a hit or miss if the smoke will offer him comfort or send him into a panic attack, today it seems it's the first one and he exhales. 

"He's hurting them," Five says, relying on the script. It’s been two years, they always have this conversation and it always goes the same way. 

“Teaching them, Mister Five, powers like yours 

"You read the book." Vanya's book, he let him read it under Five's supervision. It's the only reason he hasn't tattled to Reginald. 

"I did, Mister Five and I still think that if we offer it to your father--" 

"No," he says and this is an usual argument, too "it's alright if you admire him, but don't be blind to the kind of man he is. He will push them harder and this time Ben won't be the only one to die." 

He wishes, not for the first time, that he had Allison's power. These inane conversations would be over, then. 

"How many of us have to die for you to realize?" Five says, getting off script. But he's tired "How much more suffering will be enough for you?" 

Pogo is frustrated, too and Five had been careful of pushing him too far all this time, but he can't sit idle anymore. Not when his siblings are crying every damn night for a man that doesn't give a fuck about them. 

He has plans already in case Pogo tattles. In case Reginald knows he's here. 

It would be easier if Pogo was on his side, yes, but he can work even if he doesn't.  Five can do it. He has to. 

"There's nothing I can do about it, I take care of the children, but--" 

"He already made Be–Six kill the rabbits, didn't he?"  

Pogo’s face falls and something twists inside Five. 

"I have a plan," Five says carefully.

Maggot Pie (heh)

The fucker left them a note in the fridge, which is more than he would’ve left a few months ago, but still–A. Fucking. Note.

If I don’t return at 9, assume I’m dead. (Or look for me, which amounts for the same with the kind of organization this family is capable of) — 5

And then a direction below.

It’s nine and a half already. There’s nobody else at the academy and Diego is only here because there wasn’t any orange juice left in his apartment and he was craving some. That he hasn’t been at the Academy in over a week and seen some of his siblings for longer is unrelated.

He pats his pockets and lets out a sigh of relief when he feels the little portatil phone, --smartphone, according to Luther’s lectures, who took with shiny eyes and disgusting ease the new technology of this timeline– it’s usually a roll of the dice if Diego will remember to take it with him, useful as it is, it’s matter entirely if it’s going to remain unbroken.

He calls Luther first, who the most likely to come back running at the first hint of danger, with the rest of them is a hit or miss. He answers after two rings.

“Return to the Academy now, there’s an emergency.”

He hangs up before Luther can respond.

The thing is–Five is usually good at knowing the kind of danger he will face when he goes out like this; sometimes he takes one of them, one or two times Luther or Viktor, usually Diego, because he’s out kicking ass anyway while the rest want to live peacefully, or as peaceful as a Hargreeves can get. And if he deemed his mission dangerous enough to leave them a direction and an hour–

When Diego finds him, he’s going to fucking kill him. He’s going to make him wish he died in his little errand.

He shakes his head, not useful right now. He’s certain Luther called Allison as soon as Diego hung* up, if he’s not with her already. He calls Viktor next.

“Come to the Academy. Five is missing.”

Then Klaus and it’s actually a miracle when he actually responds.

“Return to the Academy or I will burn your clothes.”

He hangs up before his shierk can leave him deaf. Sometimes different measures must be taken to make them do shit. It’s like herding cats. It’s not that they wouldn’t come for Five, but they do overestimate his capabilities.

Diego, as the one that goes the most with him on these missions to thwart the Commission’s efforts to ‘correct’ the timeline, is intimately aware that he’s far from indestructible, as much as he likes to pretend otherwise.

And, boy, how he likes to pretend.

In between maps of probabilities that make sense to nobody but him and single-minded [...] to razor to the ground his former employers, they’ve been worried about him, or rather, they’ve been worried about how his new obsession could come back to bite them in the ass.

It’s an uncharitable thought, but it’s an uncharitable world and all the Hargreeves are selfish at heart.

For what is worth, Five tried to relax the first days, weeks even, after they arrived to the new 2019, Diego knows, he went out to do who knows what in hilarious grandpa clothes nobody dared to make fun of in fear of him going back to the uniform; he hung out with Klaus, the two of them disappearing for days at time, returning suspiciously giggly, but there was no way Diego was poking at that within a ten foot pole*; he stayed sometimes in Viktor’s apartment and the two little [rascals] were actually getting along again.

And then he holed himself up in his room for three days straight and when he came out it was with the intense look he had when he first arrived at the funeral talking about the future.

He even put on a suit and everything.

There is no way Diego is telling him this, but he misses his little grandpa outfits and his easier smiles and the way he actually talked to them.

Now there’s a note Diego stumbled across on pure chance and him going alone on a mission he was clearly reluctant to go when he could have taken Diego with him. The fucker didn’t even bother

He glances at the clock. Nine and forty.

His leg is bouncing and he considers for a second going to the address alone–but that is the kind of shit that got them in this situation, if Five had just called him, then maybe–

Diego glares at the note with Five’s stupid neat handwriting.

Infections of a different kind

(Which is already posted, but I'm having trouble with) (In this one Five returns earlier too, but commits the mistake of telling his siblings and Reginald about the apocalypse)

Diego wasn’t close to Five, most of them weren’t, not really, that doesn’t mean that his absence didn’t hit them all. It was in the holes in their    and plates of food Mom kept putting for him before Pogo told (programed) her not to. 

But he returned and they haven't been allowed to see him for a week. 

It’s bullshit, it’s what it is. 

“Mom,” he says when she’s putting the covers over him. 

Some of his siblings don’t want Mom to tuck them goodnight anymore, but fuck them. 

“Yes, dear?” 

“Why can’t we see Five?” 

She stops for a few seconds, before smiling in “He’s in a very delicate state, it’s important that he gets to rest undisturbed.” 

Diego thinks about that for a second, “we can be quiet.” 

“I know you can, sweetheart, but your Father prefers that he heals alone. You know he likes to be cautious.” 

He scowls, that’s a way to put it, but something about this smells bad. 

Diego doesn't know why he pictured him drinking with his father and talking about how bothersome kids are. 

He looked rather pathetic the last time they saw him. Really fucked up, he wasn’t even aware a person could be that thin and sickly and still resemble his smug brother, that is less smug and more sad. 

And that’s it: Five looks really sad. 

Mom cut some of his beard and washed him, so he looks less like a homeless person, but he’s still hard to look at.    and he will never be able to forget his scream, even if he was several rooms apart. 

He wants to hit and rip apart something, what the fuck happened to him? He said something about the end of the world and called out for someone called Delores, did someone have him captive or something? 

And what are they supposed to do about it when it all happens in the future? 

Five isn’t supposed to look like that, he’s supposed to be smug and insufferable. He was his asshol-ish self that first day and okay, the crying and laughing were creepy, but he was getting there again the more time he spended in the infirmary. 

But now they moved him out and they haven’t been allowed to see him. Which is utter bull-shit and if Dad thinks he’s going to obey that, he’s got another thing coming for him.    

He’s in a room nobody uses, which doesn’t tell him much, considering they use just about a third of them, that’s his intel from the spyed conversations between Pogo and Mom. 

“Where are we going?” 

Diego doesn’t jump, but he hits his shoulder on the wall anyway.  

He glares at Klaus, “you are not going anywhere.” 

#the umbrella academy #tua #fanfiction #tua fanfic #number five #five hargreeves #diego hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #Delores #wip #me #yes. these are Will wood songs #his chaos goes well with tua

[peggy-elise]

Anne Baxter and Tim Holt in The Magnificent Ambersons 1942 ⭐️

#old hollywood #beauty #period drama #anne baxter #tim holt #orson welles #delores costello #agnes moorehead #the magnificent ambersons #1940s women

[smugraccoon137]

I just finished reading me first paperback Novel in probably over 7 years. It was Steven King's, Delores Claiborne and I'm really glad this is the one that got me back into reading. Still chewing on it but I think I'd like to do a review or an analysis or something. Mostly because I really enjoyed it and just wanna talk about it. But right now I just have one thing on the mind. Thank you Missus Delores.

#Delores claiborne #steven king #novel #read #reading #text #text post #I just spent my first me day off #And read the other half of this book #Well worth my time #Really proud of myself too #It's high time I get back to my roots #Reading books and tip taping on my phone

[chattingtothevoid]

I had such a scary hallucination. I swear I heard my mum at the front door calling my name and asking if I could hear her. It was quiet at first so I almost missed it but then I heard her clearly so I yelled back "yeah why" thinking she got groceries and needed help with the door, and I heard her say something about something being stuck in the chicken wire, and I was like what??? So I opened the door and she wasn't there. And I was like wtf, but I went to the intercom thinking maybe she was calling from the front of the building, but she wasn't. I called her and she was still at work. Like I swear to god dude it was her voice and she was calling my name, it wasn't the neighbours or the TV or anything. Scawwy :(

#and in classic mum cashion when I told her about it she's like well whether you want to believe it or not you're in tuned with the universe #Delores says so (Delores is her neighbour whom I've never met) #like mother please this is real and scary don't make this about woo #hopefully this is just a lingering side effect from some steroids I was on and nothing serious #God can only throw so much mental illness at this soldier #text