#L L Bean

[lamaisongaga]

TIKTOK: LADY GAGA PROMOTES "DISEASE" IN VINTAGE OSCAR DE LA RENTA

Lady Gaga has been using TikTok a lot lately. Not only to share her passion for her music, but also for fashion! Here's what she wore in her newest little video to promote her newely dropped song "Disease".

The video begins with Gaga wearing a platinum-blonde wig and this snow-white cotton cable knit sweater — a vintage L.L.Bean piece!

Our girl has been wearing lots of vintage lately, making the hunt for me quite difficult (and simultaneously very fun!).

She changed into a vintage 1980s Oscar de la Renta Victorian-inspired ivory blouse featuring puff sleeves, lace inserts, refined pleats, and soft ruffles, while her version included a buttoned bodice.

Completing her look is the idyl L'Éclat single drop ear jacket with 14k white-gold and two pear and round-shaped diamonds ($1,150). The size of the upper diamond can be customized, and Gaga went for the "Great" one!

Shop:

idyl "L'Éclat" Ear Jacket ($1,140.00)

[tellioari]

Redid some old stuff for Black Beans!! it's a taller crop found in humid regions. you can either bake them, or if you break the crop prematurely you can get Bean Sprouts, which can be a substitute for lettuce in modded recipes.

[hufflepotato-18]

“If Gilbert had been asked to describe his ideal woman the description would have answered point for point to Anne, even to those seven tiny freckles whose obnoxious presence still continued to vex her soul. Gilbert was as yet little more than a boy; but a boy has his dreams as have others, and in Gilbert's future there was always a girl with big, limpid grey eyes, and a face as fine and delicate as a flower. He had made up his mind, also, that his future must be worthy of its goddess.”

- Anne of Avonlea, L. M. Montgomery

[minecraft]

There is straight up no reason why eggs, cheese, rice, or beans should cost anyone anything at all. They are all produced in such an enormous surplus that the current businesses associated with them are more like vestigial remnants of capitalism than actually needed.

[rockpaperscissuhs]

HISPANIC HERITAGE MONTH + BAND OF BROTHERS:

JOSEPH "JOE" RAMIREZ

Born October 5th, 1921, in Nebraska

Died April 8th, 1988 (age 66), in Martinez, California

Joe Ramirez enlisted in September 1942 (age 20) in San Francisco, CA, and he trained with Easy Company at Toccoa. Holding the rank of Private, he served in Normandy, Holland, and Bastogne. He was hospitalized in January 1945, and discharged in July 1945. After the war, he was married for many years, and had children and grandchildren. When he passed away he was buried with his wife, who had passed away 11 years earlier. Further information about him is scarce, but the brief character profile in the Band of Brothers series bible describes him as Mexican-American, and his personality as "sensitive and nervous."

Appears in Episodes 1, 3-8, and 10; portrayed by actor Rene L. Moreno

Sources below

A million thanks to @bleedingcoffee42 for tracking down this info for me!

[loveanddeepspice]

hope ur ok

pairing: caleb x gn!reader genre: angst/panic, hurt/comfort  word count:  A/N: loosely based around 'painful signal' and inspired by my own PTSD ridden ass :') i have a lot of emotions about him, okay? inspired by this song.

You would be a liar if you admitted not thinking about him after he was gone. More than that. But that's how grief was. Time dulled the ache in your heart, though the memories never stopped replaying. The explosion that ripped his life away - or so you thought - made your ears ring in the dead of night when you couldn't sleep. Or when you dulled your senses to the television playing in the living room as you drifted in and out of consciousness on the couch, trying to keep the world at bay.

You weren't the person you used to be before Caleb returned to your life. Now you know what it feels like to watch your home burn, what it means to stare down the barrel of a gun and know that this could be the end. What it felt like to have the world turn upside down, be flipped sideways, and have no way of ever righting it again. You weren't sure how to return to the person you were before. You didn't think you wanted to. And at the end of the day, you returned home from work tired from fighting wanderers. Simultaneously restless because no place on this Earth truly felt safe. Those thoughts screamed in your head until you were ready to drown them all; it wasn't hard to know what they meant.

You wanted Caleb.

It was stupid to feel jealous of a dead body; you knew that.

'It should have been me,' repeated in your head. Was it jealousy? Was there bitterness towards the fate that stole him away, leaving you here with your burning questions? With an endless loop of the exact three words on the tip of your tongue that you know will never make it past your lips? There should have been time. Time to tell him that you love him.

Love made people foolish; you knew that from novels, saw that in movies, and confirmed it in person as the world fell around you. Love gives a person something to fight for. It wasn't about the promise of a better tomorrow - but it gave life a purpose. And that had been your reason to keep going, your way of fighting. Perhaps you weren't so different from those other lovesick fools who still found a reason.

You often caught glimpses of him in your mind, of light dustings of freckles on his nose when the sun was out. Brown hair that was sometimes unruly depending on the humidity, and indigo eyes flecked with the slightest bit of brown if you looked close enough in the light of the mid-morning sun. His lips were chapped, bitten down upon out of nervous habit. 

By nature of being raised side by side, you should have known Caleb better than you did, but that didn't stop you from wishing you'd paid more attention. If you watched him more closely, you would have seen the signs that could have prepared you for his return. Or not. Maybe love gave the brain a blind spot to begin with.

Would you have noticed if you looked just a little bit closer?

And right before the nightmares become too much to handle, right at the edge between dreaming and waking, when the mind drifts in the waters of limbo, he is back. A force of energy that takes whatever it wants despite the damage done. Had that been another thing unique to love, or were you damaged in ways other than his supposed death?

"You're the only one that can ease my pain." Did that make it a confession? To declare the obvious aloud. No, maybe the confession was 'I would take a bullet for you in a heartbeat,' or 'you're the one that makes waking up worth it,' or the other hundred assorted variations you considered as the mechanical arm taunted you, the metal glinting in the low light of the room, a reminder for both of you.

He was silent; you closed your eyes. His breath brushed the back of your neck, and a choked sob threatened to escape your lips. Tears flowed freely down your cheeks; the tickle of his fingers tracing your arm made you want to die; no, it was more like you were already gone. But somehow, you found the strength to pull away, step back, face him - just who exactly had he become? He was your dead best friend. Formerly dead best friend. Was this stranger-in-the-flesh somehow the best and worst of both parts of himself, or was he something completely new, something void in a man-suit?

What was it like to go to the edge, feel the ground give way beneath you, and grab hold of whoever will have you and survive?

And the way he looked at you, almost scrutinizing, the glint in Caleb’s eye was replaced with what you thought might be humanity. Sympathy, maybe. Was he thinking about the lost little girl he left behind?

You looked at him, and his chest heaved a single shuddering breath, the kind of breath that gave away secrets. The frantic rise and fall betrayed him; his hands were clenched at his side, eyes a mess of the boy you once loved, and the new hatred of a man with nothing left to lose. One who didn't want to lose you. Who threatened to protect you by any means necessary.

He hasn't wanted you to see him like this, a fraction of what he once was. There was a crack in the armor as you saw a flicker in his eyes; you could see the adrenaline catching up to him. Whatever memories he had of the incident and thereafter resurfacing, causing panic. That man suit he wore was an ill-fitting ruse, the costume underneath for something tragically theatrical.

Neither of you ever needed words between you. And it hurt to know that all the thoughts screaming to get out couldn't reach the threshold. Couldn't fill the silent void left by others.

His head tilted toward the ceiling, his real hand grabbing his hair as another ragged breath escaped his lips. You felt helpless, just like that day you lost him, rooted to the spot you were in. You wanted to scream until your voice gave out, wanted to fall to your knees and beg him to listen, though you weren’t sure what you’d be begging him for.

You couldn't say you watched him every day while growing up. Maybe you should have.

In the past few months, you have asked yourself questions. How many times could a man die before it became too much? Too much stimulation? Too many repressed memories returning like a seeping wound, the stitches having been undone too many times? All the cracks from the pressure were enough to send anyone running - expect answers you did not have.

This was a moment of weakness as Caleb stood there, breathing heavily, trying to banish old ghosts. His expression was a tidal wave of pain; it reflected one of your own. And you were afraid. Of what you don't quite know - to breathe would cause a ripple.

"Caleb, it's okay. Caleb, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Words finally dragged out from someplace inside you; tears blurred your vision. You saw the panic in his eyes increase, and he watched you, never moving. His body shook as his breathing increased in speed, frantic now, near hyperventilation. Panic came in waves, each higher than the last, and it was terrifying, but someone had to help.

A tiny shake of his head and what could have been a "No." He finally began to back up, retreating into himself. Fear clouded his voice; his mouth moved like the words wouldn't come. The tears are what made you halt, but also his mouthed "please." That was enough to get you to move again. The pleading note in his voice.

You wrapped your arms around him tightly and pressed your cheek against his bare chest, willing the tension to leave his body. You squeezed, and then the sobs began, deep, wracking breaths that took hold of his body.

Tentative arms came up to hold you, the kind that didn't want to harm. Somehow, through the blur of tears, you both ended up on the ground and now the crying was mainly from him. His face buried in your shoulder, the ragged breaths of someone on the verge of a meltdown, or those of someone who hadn't let anything out in a very long time.

Your knees ached from the floor, a dull throbbing as they pressed uncomfortably into the hardwood. Caleb was trembling in your arms, and somehow, you thought this a victory. Not winning, but surviving.

He held you so tightly that you couldn't breathe. He trembled so violently that you were sure he would shatter and break in your grasp; you thought you could hear his voice: "I love you."

The cold metal of the arm was pressed against your lower back, the chill making you shiver. You knew him - and you didn't—this stranger who was missing a piece of him, who had returned no less whole but changed.

When you pulled back to look at him, the sheen of his eyes, the tearstains on his cheeks, at this fragmented man who was always a little broken and somehow complete. Looking at the face you once saw as your home - your heart broke a little.

If you looked a little closer - who would you see staring back?

Requests? Try me. Fate will decide if I write it or not (as long as it's not too weird).

Buy me a Ko-Fi (if you want)

[blackinperiodfilms]

The Piano Lesson | Official Trailer | Netflix

A family clash over an heirloom piano explodes. The battle between brother (John David Washington) and sister (Danielle Deadwyler) — one hopes to sell it, the other refuses to give it up — unleashes haunting truths about how the past is perceived and who defines a family legacy.

Samuel L. Jackson, John David Washington, Ray Fisher, Michael Potts, Erykah Badu, Skylar Aleece Smith, Jerrika Hinton, Gail Bean, Danielle Deadwyler, and Corey Hawkins star in Malcolm Washington’s directorial debut based on the Pulitzer-prize winning August Wilson play.

In select theaters November and on Netflix November 22.

[mavis-the-apple-pie]

Guys i’ve had a vision

[peaches2217]

“Did I ever tell you about Peasley’s little post-surgery scare?”

While normally this would be a worrying statement to open with, the mischievous grin on the Queen’s face assures Luigi that the story itself is lighthearted. It would seem, however, that his beloved doesn’t share the sentiment, which he voices before Luigi can say anything.

“Mother, please,” Peasley groans into his hands. He’s never been one to hide his face in shame, yet here he is, sinking into his chair as if hoping it will swallow him whole, his cheeks flushing dark green with a rush of chloroplast.

Well now Luigi has to know.

“What happened?”

Queen Bean chortles with delight, clapping her hands together as she often does before speaking at length. “He had just woken up. He was alright at first, clearly quite drowsy but in good spirits, when all of a sudden he started weeping. And I said ‘Oh, my baby, what’s the matter?’”

“Mother…”

“My sweet boy looked down at the blanket covering him and, with fat tears running down his cheeks— ”

“Mother!”

“He said, ‘Mother, they took my legs! Order the fiends to return them at once, I beg you!’”

Luigi snorts so harshly that his throat burns and his body lurches forward, and then he collapses into uproarious laughter. The Queen’s guffaws overpower his, bellowing deep and clear through the dining room, and her delight only serves to amuse Luigi that much more.

“I was still under the effects of a very potent anesthetic, mind you,” Peasley snaps, but the way his voice pitches and wavers assures Luigi he’s not angry, just deeply embarrassed. “And she could very well be making it up, my love. I don’t recall this conversation ever occurring.”

“Shall I summon the royal anasaziologist, then?” The Queen dabs at her eyes with a cloth napkin, careful to ensure her bold makeup remains pristine. “She remembers the ordeal quite well, too!”

“Assuredly, that won’t be necessary.” Glancing back to Peasley, Luigi finds him slumped so deeply within his chair that his feet fully touch the floor, his arms crossed over his chest and his cheeks puffed in indignation. The sight is almost enough to make Luigi feel bad for him.

If only that sight wasn’t so charmingly hilarious as well. He stifles another chuckle and pats Peasley’s shoulder, if only to assure him that the ribaldry is all in good fun.

“Oh, Luigi, dear!” the Queen says. “I have so many stories to tell you. My son is quite the handful, after all!”

Dinner hasn’t even been served yet, but Luigi fears his stomach will be too troubled from all this laughter to eat once it arrives. To spare both of them, he doesn’t take her up on her offer just yet, instead smiling up at her as he squeezes Peasley’s shoulder once more. “Well, he’s worth it, Your Majesty.”

This earns him an approving hum from the Queen and a resigned sigh from the Prince. Sandwiched between them in an overstuffed velvet chair at an ornate oak table, he feels, somehow, that he’s home.

~~~

@smokszyvverstar I believe you wanted to be tagged in this? 💗

[teaboot]

I just want you to know that I love reading your life stories and from the context clues on your posts this is what I imagine you look like because you're a 5'3" security guard.

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[daily-smallishbeans]

164-shrek man

[thranduilofsmirkwood]

[illdothehotvoice]

"Oh Mimi! You're into a lot of more obscure Mario media! Who's one of you favorite characters who isn't a main series charact-" THE FUCKING BEAN PRINCE. THE BEAN PRINCE. THE PRINCE MADE OF BEAN.

[skittykittybean]

He is stuck, silly stupid baby man.

[deepspace-mens-socialarchives]

Missing Bean Alert[Daily]🐚 Mr. Beanie stage 9 chat with Rafayel : all possible outcomes

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Requirements

you have to clear bounty hunt Mr. Beanie Sightings - 9 WITH Rafayel for the FIRST time to trigger this chat

IMPORTANT

+Getting all 3 star isn't mandatory,as long as you clear the stage.

+Auto Pursuit function is based on the team you used to previously beat the stage .

+So If you have already beaten it with other Lads men ,the chat for rafayel won't trigger .

+ you have to Pursue Again with a Rafayel team to get the chat ,not the other way around.

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🐚He starts the chat

here are your reply options

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🐚Outcomes

Red part is where he uses the "first name" you decided for your MC

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🐚Next options

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🐚Outcomes

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🐚Next option

There is only one

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🐚Outcome

And it turns out like this

Artsy Birb stickers used : "Genius"

*Chat Ends*

did you beat Mr . Beanie stage 9 ?

what options did you choose ?

Please like & re-blog, Help me reach more Lads players who might want to know these

Curious about other posts and chat outcomes from Love and Deepspace? Checks more in my pinned.

Thanks for the support

The End ;)

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[deadhawke]

MY TRIGUN MAXIMUM BEANS HAVE ARRIVED!!!

Also behold: my Vash plush collection. All I’m missing now is that hideous(affectionate) 98 anime plush.

EDIT: HOLD ON VERY IMPORTANT DISCOVERY

WOLFWOOD HAS EYES UNDER THE SUNGLASSES