#& frankie valli

[2000s-music-tourney]

[moveslikekeithrichards]

starting a frankie valli owaaaah collection

[scribblescrabbledepartment]

posting these together bc they go together (even tho i made them like 7 months apart kghfdhj)

[ID: two collage pages. the first is made of a busy jumble of pink and roses and hearts, with cut-out letters spelling the lyrics "I love you baby and if it's quite alright I need you baby." the second is made with pieces from heart-shaped chocolate boxes pasted onto a red and white plaid background. added on top of this are a few pictures of pink flowers and written text which says "oh pretty baby!"]

[citizenscreen]

Happy 90th birthday to Frankie Valli 🎤

[thegroovyarchives]

The 4 Seasons' Gold Vault of Hits remastered CD cover

[sinister-things]

Can't Take My Eyes off You

Loosely inspired by this post by @fabuloustrash05

⚠️TW: One mention of food⚠️

Synopsis: Hamato Yoshi– or, Mr. Splinter is a very wealthy man, owning multiple dojo's across New York City. When he announces a gala event in hopes of his son, Donatello, finding that special someone, your parent's force you– New York City's "IT Girl" to attend. What could go wrong?

Everything was set and ready. The food was from all around the world, Splinter had hired the greatest orchestra in town, and everything about the room screamed "I make eight figures!"

To put it nicely, you were an IT Girl. You were beautiful, rich, had deals with multi-million dollar brands, and the media loved you.

You made your way to the food table, heads turning by the mere sight of you.

This event was supposed to last for five hours. You only knew of Mr. Hamato because your younger cousin attended one of his dojo's.

You had never met his son, Donatello, prior to this. You had heard of him and his intellect, but had never met him in person.

"Oh, mi gosh!" You heard a voice squeal.

You turned to investigate the sound, only to find a humanoid turtle donning an orange bandana standing a few steps behind you.

"Hello, can I help you?" You asked him.

He was buzzing with excitement. "You're Y/N, you were on the cover of Vogue last month!"

You chuckled at his excitement. "And you are?"

"Oh–" The boy blushed, "I'm Mikey, I'm a really big fan," Mikey told you. "Can I take a picture with you?" He asked bashfully.

"Sure!" You popped the last finger sandwich in your mouth and crouched beside him, flashing your famous smile.

He waved as he walked away, cellphone in hand, likely to post the picture somewhere.

You continued on with your night, chatting up a few of your other rather famous friends.

"Not to sound rude, but," You furrowed your eyebrows. "Why are you here? You already have a girlfriend." You asked.

Your friend Kelly, a model, huffed. "My sister was invited, and you know she can't be left alone for more than five seconds," she laughed.

The two of you heard a gasp, followed by an "Oh my god, it's you!"

You both turned to see your mutual friend, Iseul, a kpop idol. You smiled as the three of you caught up with each other's lives.

You three laughed and genuinely had a good time. But during the entire conversation, you had a weird feeling. Like you were being watched.

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From across the room stood– for lack of a better word, the prettiest girl in New York.

Y/N L/N, the quote-unquote "IT Girl" of New York was talking with two other girls. Kelly Blare, a model from Newfoundland, and Kim Iseul, a Korean singer known for her stunning appearance.

Y/N was mostly known for her modeling career. For some reason, brands fought to the death to even have one of their products in the background of an Instagram post.

She was on every billboard, every cafe window, every magazine cover, everything! You couldn't walk down the street and not see her face.

Everyone knew who she was.

Everyone knew her name.

Mikey was a big fan of Y/N, using her modeling shoots as inspiration for his various art pieces and following her on every social media he had.

The press adored her! Always praising her actions and beauty, painting her as this divine being who could do no wrong.

And Donnie would be lying if he said he didn't have even the smallest crush on her.

Donnie never expected himself to be one of those lovestruck fools, blindly admiring someone he barely knew. In fact, he laughed at the idea. Him, falling in love? Heavens, no. Impossible!

He never cared for the various celebrities and socialites his father met with. But when he saw you, something changed.

He hated to admit it, but the gossip was true: you were more beautiful in person than in a picture.

But there he stood, face redder than Raph's mask. A bead of sweat ran down the side of his head as he watched you laugh at something Kelly said.

Pathetic. He was pathetic.

You had captured his heart, just as he feared someone would. The sight of you nearly making him forget how to breath, captivating him with your presence alone.

But you looked so unreal! You've most likely had thousands, if not millions of people profess their love for you. What would make Donnie stand out from the rest?

Donnie's heart stopped when the two of you locked eyes. He dropped the glass he was holding and found himself running in the direction he came.

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You chased after the person. "Wait, come back!" You called to them.

You found yourself running through the various hallways of the estate, the person not stopping for a second.

"I just wanna talk!" You called desperately, picking up your speed.

With every twist and turn, you tried calling out to the person, hoping to persuade them to stop and talk.

The person ran out the nearest door they saw, you quickly following in pursuit.

Your legs burned, begging to rest. But you weren't going to until you stopped this stranger in their tracks.

You climbed a steep, grassy hill. There was a large, looming tree standing at the peak, a bench underneath it. Sitting down, you smiled.

"Hi, what's your name?" You asked. That was a good conversation starter, right?

"I'm Y/N," You told him, hoping to gain his trust. "I like your suit!"

The person scuffled to the other side of the bench, you only following. They fiddled with their jacket for a few seconds before muttering a response.

"I'm sorry..."

You were confused. "For what?"

"For staring..." He admitted.

You bounced your knee, a smirk growing on your face.

"Well," you leaned forward– not to close, but close enough that you could see him blushing. "I'll forgive you if you tell me your name."

He bit his lip, looking to the ground. Sighing, he met your eyes.

"Donatello..."

You gasped. "Donatello? As in, Donatello Hamato?" You asked him curiously. He nodded.

"And you're Y/N," his ashamed frown began turning into that of a smile. "The prettiest girl in New York,"

You're reaction was a mix of shock and flattery. "Well, I think you're the smartest guy in this city," you told him.

Donatello's face went red. "Really?"

You nodded, "I've heard of all the different kinds of tech you've made, it's pretty cool!"

His face lit up, smiling like a child who saw Santa Claus. Someone praised his tech? He's been waiting for this!

The two of you rambled on about your interests, your passions and your dreams for hours.

From the corner of his eye, Donnie saw April and his brother's cheering him on from inside the house.

He rolled his eyes, ignoring his family and his blush for the time being, focusing his thoughts and smile on your adorable rants.

He sighed, realizing what was happening to himself. He, who laughed in the face of Cupid, was head over heels for the prettiest girl in New York City.

In the span of four hours, you had managed to make him smile and laugh more than he had in a single month.

But down the line, you and Donatello are as happy as can be. Whether sixteen or sixty, one thing is for sure: he couldn't take his eyes off you.

[billboard-hotties-tourney]

Bobby Darin (1936-1973) solo Songs: "Beyond the Sea," "Mack the Knife" Propaganda: none

Frankie Valli (1934-) The Four Seasons - vocals; solo Songs: "Walk Like a Man," "Can't Take My Eyes Off You" Propaganda: none

[oldshowbiz]

narcissism

[2000s-music-tourney]

[djevilninja]

Grease - Frankie Valli and The Commodores | The Midnight Special

[scribblescrabbledepartment]

sorry i havent been posting heres a sillie doodle of one of my favorite pics of frankie valli

[ID: a pen doodle of Frankie Valli looking grumpy, staring forward and slightly down.]

[mcclintcock]

i do have 1 (one) hyperfixation that is not a sitcom but it still ties into sitcoms so i will talk about it

last year i saw jersey boys on a cruise and i fell in love, i watched every single showing and i watched it twice in one night a couple times

then my teacher told me frankie (guy jersey boys is based on) was coming to a casino in my state! so obviously i begged my dad and he let me go! this was on may fourth

lots of fandom people love may fourth because of the star wars implications but to me it lives in my heart as cinco de cuatro

seeing frankie on cinco de cuatro while i was deep in my arrested development hyperfix made it quite literally the best day of my life

this isn't really a post about anything in particular i just am excited for the anniversary of seeing frankie and cinco de cuatro!

[shiveringfrogspawn]

anyone got music recommendations for my river song playlist?

so far we’ve only got:

Apple Blossom - The White Stripes

Can’t Take My Eyes Off You - Frankie Valli

Vienna - Billy Joel

She’s Always a Woman - Billy Joel

Babooshka - Kate Bush

Earth Angel (Will You Be Mine?) - Marvin Berry and the Starlighters, from the BTTF soundtrack

Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes) - Edison Lighthouse

Only the Good Die Young - Billy Joel

My Life - Billy Joel

Back to Black - Amy Winehouse

I Will Always Love You - Whitney Houston

[princess-of-the-glitter-realm]