#Frankie B

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Alright, Upper East Siders, let’s take a look at the Sweetheart Ball’s latest round of guests—because what’s a masquerade without a little gossip? Some came dressed to impress, others came with hidden agendas. But one thing’s for sure: nobody’s walking away from tonight unscathed.

Cleo came to slay, and this stunning red gown proves she understood the assignment. The strapless design, the draping, the thigh-high slit—it’s regal, powerful, and just dangerous enough to keep people guessing. Her deep red mask ties it all together, making her look like a queen hiding her true motives behind a polished smile. @cleoanderson

Ella stepped right out of a fairy tale in her bubblegum-pink gown. The puffed sleeves and soft lace make her look like a princess at her coronation, and the butterfly mask? It’s pure whimsical elegance. But don’t be fooled by the sweet exterior—because this is Ella we’re talking about, and sweet doesn’t mean harmless. @ellaxhampton

Roxanne is serving pure Hollywood seduction in this shimmering blush gown, and with that thigh-high slit and body-hugging fit? It’s impossible to ignore her. Add in the silver and red jeweled mask, and you’ve got a look that could bring empires to their knees. The real question is: whose heart is she here to break? @roxannelong

Leave it to Chuck Bass to arrive in a classic black-and-white power suit and still make it the most dangerous look in the room. But that mask? A golden skull with devil horns? Chuck isn’t just here to stir the pot—he’s here to own the entire kitchen. @chuckbbass

Brandon’s deep blue suit is a welcome change from the sea of black, and the subtle shimmer makes him look like a midnight secret waiting to be told. The mask is sleek, mysterious, and paired with that effortless, slightly undone look? Too good to be accidental. @brandonadamsx

Reid walked in looking like he just stole the entire bank and wants you to know it. The black and gold baroque suit screams extravagance, and the matching gold mask? A declaration of war. If anyone thought they would be the best-dressed man tonight, Reid just crushed their dreams under his designer loafers. @reidthorton

Georgina’s look is deceptively classic—a navy ballgown, a feathered mask, an elegant belt. But let’s be real: nothing about Georgina is ever just "classic". If she looks like royalty tonight, it’s because she’s plotting her takeover. @thewitchoftheuppereastside

Dan’s two-toned black-and-white mask is straight out of a classic noir film, and the black-and-white suit? Very poetic. But let’s be honest—what’s he doing here? He looks like someone with something to confess… or someone who already knows everyone else’s confessions. @danhumphreyx

Frankie didn’t just show up—she took over. The floor-length red gown, the beaded lace mask, the dangerously high stilettos… it’s a masterpiece of seduction. Every single detail is perfectly placed, and she knows it. But who’s she here for? And more importantly—who’s already fallen for her trap? @frankiebarnes

[eriochromatic]

✨Straw Hats X Warlords Outfit Swap!✨

[bitterly-almond]

me and the bad bitch I pulled by being silly goofy

anddddd the reference

[gloombeaches]

also idk if anyone else on here has seen some of the new scaremester covers sooo comp post of all the covers shown off so far!

[lonelysatoru]

[pyr0frnzy]

Ranma 1/2 Sanuso au do you guys see my vision

(i actually might switch sanji and usopp but wtv)

[mrsoulstice]

Generational Legacy 🧢

[saydesole]

Black R&B Singers Part1

Music that speaks to the soul

Al Green-Living

Patti Labelle -Living

Ojays -living

Rose Royce -living

Latimore -living

The Emotions -living

Maze & Frankie Beverly living

Jean Knight 1943-2023

Rest in peace

Pamela Hutchinson 1958-2020 (The Emotions )

Frankie Beverly 1976-2024 (Maze & Frankie Beverly )

[absurdthirst]

I know that a/b/o isn't everybody's cup of tea, but... maybe headcanons about (alpha) Pedro boys getting home from work and finding omega reader in heat? Pretty please?

Coming Home to Find You In Heat:

*** When reblogging or talking about Omegaverse, please remember that ‘a/b/o’ without the slash punctuation marks (/) is considered a slur for the Aboriginal people in Australia.

**Female Reader

Javier Peña: There isn't a day that Javier doesn't come home thinking about fucking you. It's programmed into his DNA. However, the second he hits the door, he smells it. The intoxicating scent of your pheromones filling the house. Second only to the scent of your cum on his cock as his favorite. His entire body is throbbing as he calls your name. Walking through the door to see you whimpering his name with the toy you have buzzing between your legs. "Oh 'mega." He groans, ripping off the suit jacket and tossing it aside. "Don't stop. I'll be inside you soon enough. Let me get undressed."

Ezra: He isn't even aware that you are in heat until he removes the sealed helmet from his head. You had stayed in the tent because you weren't feeling well, so Ezra had decided to dig by himself. Coming back earlier than normal so he can check on you, he had decontaminated and had just unsealed his helmet when that intoxicating aroma fills his nostrils. "Kevva." He groans, eyes darkening as you sweat and suffer. "Little gem, you should have let me know of your plight far before now." He hums as he starts to strip himself of his suit. "It my humblest undertaking as your alpha to see to your comfort during the trying times of the burden of your nature." He is practically panting already, thinking of the ways he will take you and make sure you are knotted properly. "Push two fingers inside that deprived pussy, gem. Gratify yourself until I can accommodate you suitably with my cock."

Mando: He immediately sets a course for a hospitable planet, one he knows will be safe for you and the kid. He knows that he will be get very little sleep over the next few days, making sure the kid is taken care of and out of trouble as well as taking care of you. The little sleeping nook isn't big enough for your nest, so he moves containers and crates to create a private area for you to build a nest with the blankets and padding he has on hand. As soon as he has landed, the safety protocols for the ship are engaged and he has every light turned off, plunging it into darkness so he can remove his armor and helmet. "Don't worry, cyarika." His unmodulated voice is warm as he reaches for you. "You will be crying in pleasure soon."

Frankie Morales: Heats after kids is difficult. He knows you are in pain and suffering so he calls his mom, begging her to take the kids. He has to give you a quick orgasm on his fingers before he takes them over to her, so desperate to feel your alpha that it makes him a little bigheaded. He's stopping by the pizza place to grab some food to make it easy for you as well. His weekend get together plans with the boys are cancelled, he has more important things to do, like you.

Pero Tovar: You think that this man isn't going to smell you the second he stops his horse? Think again. The smell of your need calls to him and he is rushing through bedding down his horse and stripping down to wash in the barrel next to the door. You don't like it when he tries to fuck you when he's dirty. Not that he cares. All he cares about is that his omega needs his cock. He won't even stop to eat the food you had managed to prepare before you had taken to your bed, barring the door and growling when he sees you in the bed. "Omega." He growls, knowing that he will be taking care of you until the heat has passed.

Agent Whiskey: There is nothing that Jack likes more than a needy, whiny omega, begging for his cock. Especially with it's his own omega. A trail of clothes is left through the house as he makes his way to the bedroom. Pausing at the end of the bed to watch as you try to pleasure yourself with your fingers in the middle of your bed, surrounded by the scent of your alpha, but it's not enough. His cock is already hard and leaking, his hand wrapped around it. "Sugar, you look mighty lonely in that pretty nest of yours." He coos, grinning at you. "Why don't you let your alpha take care of you and fill that needy pussy up?"

Marcus Pike: Marcus knows before he gets home. He can hear it in your voice and he keeps track of your heat cycles. He hated having to travel so close to the time, but he had hoped he would make it back in time. On the way home from the airport, he is calling for takeout to be delivered, knowing that you will need him to knot you, then you will need to eat. You forget to eat in the haze of lust unless he makes sure you do. On the drive home, he is talking to you, soothing you over the phone and talking you through using one of your toys while you are wearing his academy shirt that smells like him.

Max Phillips: This is one cocky motherfucker. An alpha and a vampire? He knew that you were going to be in heat before he ever even left on his fucking business trip. The iron levels in your blood changed. So when he hits the door, this man is already a puffed up, primed alpha. He's on you before you even know he's in the house. Groaning over your scent and burying his face in your cunt to get you ready to take him. His inhuman abilities will have your pain pushed away in no time and your sweet omega cries filling his ears.

Dave York: FERAL. This man is absolutely feral when he learns you are in heat. The animalistic urge to wreck you is always there, right beneath the surface, but when your hormones go wild and your heat sends out those heady pheromones, he takes it to another level. Your comfort is best determined by having your legs up on his shoulders, his cock buried inside you with his knot locking him in place while you scream his name until you are hoarse.

Oberyn Martell: Oberyn is actually slightly upset at you. There are other alphas, even betas, that you could have used to help you until he arrived. Ellaria lets him know that you are in your nest, suffering needlessly. He's even more upset that you haven't taken the potion he had been working with the maester of Dorne to help ease your heats. But he can't be too upset at you when you whimper his name and beg him to put a baby in you. He will stay right there until every second of your heat has passed and you're satisfied.

Zach Wellison: Zach is an attentive alpha, he's honestly so guilt ridden that he had been working on Ms. Martinez's water heater issues when your heat started. He's rushing to you and cooing, apologizing while he strips down and climbs into the bed with you. "I'm so sorry, baby, you should have called me." He is kissing and comforting you, pulling you into his arms and immediately starting to get you ready for his cock to take the ache away.

Max Lord: Max comes home, completely distracted by the fact that his company is failing. He smells something, but he is pouring over the reports and obsessing over the meetings that hadn't gone the way he had hoped them too. Unaware of your plight until he walks into the bedroom to change out of that uncomfortable suit and he is smacked in the face with your scent and sees you whining in the bed. His instinct is to take care of you and he will, but he's a little annoyed that he must right now. It's not the best time.

Marcus Moreno: He's nervous, this is the first time he has had to care for an omega since he lost his late wife. Not like you haven't had sex, but this is the first heat. It is his job to take care of you. He calls his mom and asks her to pick Missy up, aware that while his daughter knows what is going on, he needs to focus on you. Reminding you and himself that it will be okay and he will make sure that you are comfortable. Perhaps a little unsure of himself to start, but as soon as he comes into that alpha headspace, you remember why this man leads the Heroics team and is the perfect alpha for you.

Dieter Bravo: The fact that this man is an alpha is still the biggest surprise of your entire life, especially when he's your alpha. "Honey I'm hooooooooome!" Is the almost irritating greeting you get from the doorway, shouted through the house, but today he's yelping as soon as he hits the door. "Fuck! Where's that natural lube? Are you naked yet?" You can hear him banging around downstairs and slamming doors in a near state of panic. "I'm coming! Then - you're gonna cum! I promise! Fuck, I love when you are in heat!" Despite his chaos, Dieter loves noooooothing more than forgetting there is anything outside of the little nest you fix and the need to be buried inside you.

Javi Gutierrez: Javi was never away from you to begin with. He writes in the office with the door open and the second the first grunt of pain is heard, he is shutting down the laptop and coming to you. He knows that you are going into heat and immediately starts to reassure you that he will be right there for you. Whatever you need and however many times you need it, he will take care of it. Urging you to strip out of your itchy, irritating clothes and to climb into the bed that you will share for the next few days.

Tim Rockford: You have to call this motherfucker home. It's another late night for him. Chinese take-out cartons, cigarettes and stale coffee had been how his evening had looked as he worked well past the time other officers went home, burning another quart of that midnight oil. He had been startled when the phone rang, but when he hear your desperate, pained voice begging him to come home, he's grabbing his coat and racing out the door.

Joel Miller: Going into heat on the road is not easy, or convenient. If you think that his stress levels are high normally, they go through the roof right now. You will be so vulnerable, and his attention has to be focused on taking care of you. Joel will have to ignore the needs of your body, and his, until he can find a safe place for you to hole up. Somewhere Ellie can block out the "gross sounds", because let's face it, who wants to hear their chosen parents fuck? There's also the problem with needing more calories and water during this time. It's a lot to deal with, but Joel will take care of you, he hasn't let you down yet - but he has got to get you somewhere to dick you down before you feel like you're going to die.

Marcus Acacius: The entire encampment knows you are in heat. The tents are not thick enough to keep the cloying scent of your need and arousal contained to his tent. Alphas will be sniffing around and the only thing that protects you is the clear knowledge that any alpha that lays a hand on you will be die a slow and agonizing death at the general's hands. He is pulled from a strategy meeting by one of his servants, a loyal beta, who informs him of your plight. Making him hurry back, hearing your calls for him long before he reaches the tent to join you. Once he is inside, he is in complete control and the war will just have to go on without him, or there will be a tentative peace while he cares for you.

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🏳️‍🌈’80s Pride🏳️‍🌈

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Spotted: Frankie Barnes clinking glasses and knocking back cocktails at a street fair. For those keeping tabs, the Frankie B. pregnancy rumor mill was spinning out of control just weeks ago. But last night, she shut it down faster than a failed first date with a public display of something that looked a lot like “cheers” to new beginnings—or maybe just a well-deserved night out. Is she telling the world she’s free of any impending baby bumps? It sure looks that way.

The sighting had more than a few jaws dropping since recent whispers were almost certain Frankie and longtime beau Jordan were already on the baby train. The clues were juicy: a few uncharacteristically loose dresses, subtle no-shows at wine tastings, and that one friend’s “accidental” congratulatory comment at last month’s event. But here we are, watching her sip like a woman with zero care about a bun in the oven—unless it’s a metaphorical one.

But here’s where it gets really interesting: sources close to the couple insist Frankie and Jordan are indeed trying to start a family. Talk about a twist worthy of prime-time drama. So, is this night out a temporary farewell to cocktail culture before impending responsibility strikes? Is it just nerves, or a casual celebration of whatever's coming next? Either way, fertility journey or not, Frankie's earned her sips and her seat at that bar.

A question for the medical-minded among us: does alcohol help with “trying”? Asking for a friend. Judging by Frankie’s relaxed demeanor, she’s either really secure in the answer or just over speculation—at least for one night. Between clinks of glass and that radiant, carefree smile, she seemed less concerned with what everyone else thinks, and more about enjoying her present.

Whether a new chapter is in the works or it’s all just a distraction, one thing’s for sure—Frankie has mastered the art of keeping everyone guessing while living her best life. One minute we’re buying into tales of impending parenthood, the next she’s toasting like a woman free of cares or rumors.

So here’s to Frankie Barnes. Trying or not, baby on the way or no baby drama at all—she deserves a night out with nothing but good company, the occasional gossip-worthy moment, and an escape from all our prying eyes. Drink up, Frankie. We’ll always be watching.

XOXO, Gossip Girl

@frankiebarnes

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[mikeyswayy]

Another March 22nd post..

I wish they would just came back already 😔😔

At least put out a new song

COME BACK WE NEED IT, WE'RE ALL GOING INSANE 😭😭 (I'm not saying that all the songs that are already out are bad, I love them just please 🙏🙏)

[marquisecubey]

Some ghouls 👻💖

psst: you can buy them as wooden charms now :0

[lonelysatoru]

random straw hat tweets pt2