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angelvyxen · 3 years

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Rookie of the Year 🍾

The events that took place the night Melo won Rookie of the Year

“Alright gang, I’m out.” Melo said as he reached out to Miles for a dap up. When his teammates told him that they planned a ‘small’ and ‘lowkey’ get together to celebrate him winning Rookie of the Year, Melo didn’t imagine that 200 extra people would be joining them for the night.

He didn’t want to be rude, so he stayed for a an hour or two but now that his social battery and overall tolerance for having camera’s shoved in his face and random dudes calling him ‘gang’ had run out; he was more than ready to head home.

“You out already?” Pj asked. He sat on one of the barstools that faced the kitchen island, gently swiveling himself back and forth while still holding on tightly to Melo’s award as he slouched over the counter top. Devontae stood beside him, patting his back with a glass of water in his free hand and a trash can at his feet in case Pj decided he wanted to throw up again. He’d gotten a little too turnt a little too fast.

“Yeah, I gotta head home. My girl waiting for me.”

Pj sucked his teeth, making all 3 of them laugh. Him and Brittney were going through it at the moment so he was using any and every excuse he could get to stay away from her, even if it was for a couple minutes.

“Tonight not about no bitches, you should be out having a good time and doing you!” Pj started to argue.

“I did do me, and now I’m ready to get home. Is that a crime?”

“See, it’s already happening.”

“What’s happening, Paul?” Miles mused as he leaned over the counter, using his elbows to prop himself up.

Pj cut his eyes towards him, “Don’t use my government nigga, we’ve been over this.”

“My bad, my bad.”

“Yeah, your bad….bitch.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Melo intervened, trying his best not to laugh, “Let’s all calm it down now, no need for all this violence.”

“Pj, drink some more water bro.” Devontae pushed the cup towards Pj who rolled his eyes in response before hiccuping.

“I don’t need no water, now Melo, like I was saying before I was rudely interrupted,” he sent glare towards Miles who only stared back in pure amusement, “You can’t let that girl bitch you bro.”

“How does him wanting to go home mean she’s bitching him bro?” Miles chuckled.

“Don’t act fucking dumb, he at a party to celebrate his win, he worked hard to get where he’s at, you’d think he deserves at least one night alone to do him! He don’t gotta be laid up in the house with his girl all the time! Sometimes a nigga wants to go out and see a different pair of titties than the ones at home, he can’t help it, He’s young! It’s not his fault she’s old and saggy-”

“This sounding real personal, Pj.” Melo cut him off.

“You tryna tell us Brittney got saggy titties?” Miles asked.

“HELL YEA! LOOKING LIKE A PAIR OF BASSET HOUND EARS!” Pj suddenly yelled which instantly had Melo, Miles, and Devontae crying with laughter.

“Yea you done for the night gang, you gotta go to bed or something. Sleep this shit off.” Melo said as he pried his trophy out of Pj’s grip.

“I’ll see y’all later, ight?” He said, dapping everyone up before leaving. He made his way to his car as quickly as possible, wanting to avoid getting stopped at all costs. Charlotte was live tonight, especially since the news about him winning Rookie of the Year had already spread to everyone. People were out on the streets just waiting to get a look at him and as previously stated, he didn’t have the time nor patience for that tonight.

Once he had made it to his car he slid inside the drivers seat and locked the doors. He sat the award down in the passengers side and buckled it up, ‘just to make sure it stays safe’ he told himself. He picked up his phone and began to text you.

He set his phone down in the cup holder and started the car. He was halfway home, sitting at a red light when his phone screen lit up again, he picked it up and unlocked it to see what you had sent clearly.

“Bet.” He said to himself, a small smirk spreading across his face. He set his phone back down when he caught the glint of green from the corner of his eye and continued his drive home.

When he got home he parked in his usual spot and grabbed the trophy from the seat. He made his way inside his building, to the elevator and from there up to the 7th floor. He tapped his foot anxiously out of habit as he watched the numbers displayed above the elevator doors slowly rise until they hit 7. The doors opened and he stepped out into the hallway. He approached his door, fishing out the key from his pocket before unlocking and pushing the door open.

His eyes lit up as he walked into the condo. The lights were dimmed and soft RnB played in the background. He was met with large, gold, balloons that spelt out ‘Congratulations’ in the living room when he had turned the corner. He set the trophy down on the side table by the door before turning around to be met with you sitting up on the kitchen island.

Tonight, since it was a special occasion, you decided to buy a new lingerie set. It was all white, custom fit, with lace detailing along the edges of the bra & panties. You had on some strappy, white heels to match and threw on a sleek, silk robe on top which you currently had tied closed around you tightly. You had to leave something to the imagination after all.

For hair you chose to get a custom made, 30-inch, straight, black, full frontal lace wig (hd lace only hoe) which you had installed earlier that day. It wasn’t very practical but then again practicality wasn’t the goal with this look. You told your stylist to make sure your shit was laid, and laid well. Melo was a hair puller.

“Hi..” he greeted, his voice trailing off as he approached you while taking in your appearance.

“Hi.” You smiled, spreading your legs, inviting him to come closer. “You had a good time with your friends?” You questioned, wrapping your arms around his neck as he stepped between your legs.

“Mhmm..”

“What did y’all do?”

“Nothing for real.. just chilled.” He answered.

“No party?”

“Eh.” He wasn’t even focused on your anymore, instead his eyes were glued to your chest. You laughed silently to yourself, the two of you hadn’t even had a full conversation yet and he’d already gotten sidetracked, “I missed you though.”

“You did?”

“Mhm..”

You glanced down at his hand which was now tracing up your thigh. You unraveled one of your arms from around his neck and gently pushed his hand away before turning back and grabbing his glass of champagne you had poured up earlier. You placed his glass in his hand before turning back and grabbing yours. You spent good money on that bottle, and you sure as hell weren’t about to let it go to waste.

“Cheers.” You grinned, lightly tapping the edges of your glasses together making a small ‘clink’ sound, “I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you baby,” he grinned, leaning in close and pressing a soft kiss against your lips. You took a small sip of your drink after. From the corner of your eye, you saw him set down his glass. You pulled yours away from your lips, “You don’t want to drink?”

“I will,” he replied, using one hand to unravel your robe while the other hand took your glass out of your grasp and set it down. You shrugged the robe off your shoulders, helping him take it off and watched as he dropped it to the floor. “I just wanna look at you first.” He replied in a low tone, his eyes raking over every curve of your body. “This new?” He asked, now gently pulling on your bra strap.

You nodded, “Brand new. Just for you.”

“Just for me, huh?” He repeated, letting the strap fall down your shoulder before his hand snaked up your back and unclipped your bra.

“Mhm, don’t get used to this either,” you said lowly as you helped him take off your bra, “This is only for tonight.”

“So, I won’t get this treatment again?”

You shook your head, a little devious smirk spread across your lips, “Probably not.”

“Imma make the most of tonight then.” He said before reaching over and grabbing the bottle of champagne off the counter. He held it up to his face, reading the label, “Dom Perignon, oh we fancy tonight huh?” He said making you grin.

“Of course, it’s a special occasion. Special treatment.” You replied. Your eyes followed him as he set the bottle back down beside you, before both of his hands snaked up to your waist, his fingers looped into the hem of your panties at either side of you before he started to slide the piece of clothing down your legs.

“Bae?” He said when he’d pulled your panties down to your calves,

“Hmm?” You hummed in response, watching him pull the underwear over your heels and off your ankles before dropping it on the floor.

“I’m hungry.”

Before you could respond he’d then said,

“And I’m a lil thirsty too,” he picked up the bottle with one hand while the other gently pushed you back. You followed along, using your elbows to prop you up slightly so you wouldn’t be laying completely flat.

He spread your legs, crouched down, and lifted the bottle to your collarbone, making you shiver when you felt the chilled glass against your bare skin. Before you could calculate what he was going to do, he was already pouring a stream of ice cold champagne down your body and slurping it up as the liquid dripped down to your pussy.

You gasp at the initial rush of cold that came over you but let out a moan as you felt Melo slurp the liquid off of you. The combination of the chilling wetness and his warm tongue running over you already had you throwing your head back in pure ecstasy. He kept going for a few moments before setting the bottle down, his tongue still rolling over your clit. He then moved up, slowly licking the excess trail of champagne off your body until his lips met yours. His kisses were sloppy, but calculated. He captured your lips in his, barely giving you any pockets of space to breath. You felt his tongue inch past your lips before rolling over your own, you moaned at the lingering taste of yourself and champagne left on his tongue. He pulled away, pursing his lips before dropping a dollop of his saliva into your mouth; which you gladly accepted. “You see how good you taste, baby?” He said, to which you nodded with a moan, swallowing the spit that was in your mouth.

He lifted you up off the counter, you hooked your legs around his torso and your arms around his neck as he did so. He walked the both of you into the bedroom and set you down on the plush California king mattress gently. You stood up on your knees and reached out, grabbing the waistband of his pants before pulling him closer. You started to undress him from the waist down, pulling down his pants with his help before doing his boxers. His dick stood up at full attention, throbbing slightly.

“Did I mention how proud of you I am?” You said as you wrapped your hands around his length, using one of your thumbs to slowly circle his pre-cum around his tip. You looked up at him, his eyes hung low as he watched your hands tease, “You mightta mentioned it..” he trailed off, letting out a quiet hiss when your grip tightened.

“Mhmm.. 803 points..” you said before slowly tracing your tongue up the side of his length,

“302 rebounds..” you continued, now tracing your tongue along the other side of his dick, making sure to outline every vein.

“313 assists,” you said before pressing your lips against his top, giving it a soft kiss. You smirked slightly as you felt his dick jerk in your hands after the action.

“You did all that while sitting out of 21 games,” you spit on his dick, using your hands to coat the saliva along his length which received a shallow groan for him, “You such a superstar, baby,” you said before sinking your head down, taking him into your mouth.

“Fuck,” Melo breathed out, tilting his head back slightly.

You started to bob your head, while your hands worked the area you couldn’t reach. You looked up at him through your lashes as you continued, his facial expressions were a motivator. Watching him go from biting his lip to opening his mouth open slightly with his brows furrowed made you wet, knowing it was you that had him out of character like this.

“Do that shit with no hands baby,” He instructed to which you obliged, removing your hands and holding them behind your back, letting your mouth do all the work. You continued your bobbing motion, occasionally pulling back to swirl your tongue around his tip.

His hands met your hair a few moments later, gently gripping it as his fingers laced through your 30-inch Brazilian straight bundles. “You said you was proud of me right?” He said a few seconds later.

“Mhmmm,” you hummed, unable to give a better response with a mouth full of dick.

“Then suck that dick like you prouda’ me,” he said before pushing your head down suddenly. You gagged as you felt his tip tickle the back of your throat, “There you go, just like that.” He said just above a whisper before thrusting into your mouth. Panic slightly washed over you as you looked up at him, you couldn’t breath and felt like you were going to throw up but he didn’t seem to care as he kept mercilessly abusing your throat. You could feel the tears brimming at your eyes as he kept on.

He pulled away just when you felt like you couldn’t take it anymore and let you breath for a couple seconds. A trial of spit that led from your mouth to his dick started to drip, some of it down your chin and the excess onto the sheets below you. He let go on your hair with one hand and gripped the base of his length, collected the excess saliva that hadn’t dropped yet before guiding his dick back into your mouth and down your throat once again, letting out a satisfied moan. “Good girl,” he groaned out. Your toes curled as your pussy dripped at the use of the phrase.

He kept on thrusting until one last satisfied groan left his parted lips and you felt a rush of liquid spray down your throat, catching you off guard at first but you quickly got it together, swallowing down everything. He pulled out of your mouth, his dick still hard. He took his thumb and wiped a bit of spit off of your chin, taking it back up to your mouth to which you accepted, sucking on his finger afterwards and smiling as the digit left your lips.

“You so beautiful,” he said as he bent down, pressing a gentle kiss against your lips. You almost wanted to laugh because you knew by now you probably looked a hot mess in the face. He stood back up straight, taking off his shirt and dropping it down where his pants were before laying you back on the bed.

“Bae?”

“Hmm?”

“You know what I really wanted tonight?”

“What’s that, Melo?”

“A cake.”

You raised a brow, “A cake?”

“Mhm, and I’m boutta get me one.”

You were confused about what he meant and the confusion only grew as he left the room. He came back a few moments later with a can of whipped cream in his hand. He set down the canister on the bed before using his hands to cock your legs back behind your head.

“This cake look good as fuck,” he said as he slid 2 fingers into your wetness which made you let out a soft moan, “Mhmm, good ass chocolate cake right here..” he mumbled under his breath as his fingers confined to massage your walls. His eyes shifted from your pussy to meet your own eyes, “Can I get a taste, baby?” He said as he inched his mouth closer to your pussy, “Hmm?”

*to my readers that aren’t black, pretend he said vanilla or something 💀*

“Yes,” you moaned out. You heard a small pop sound and before you could get a second thought in, Melo was spraying whipped cream directly onto your clit. You gasped before moaning and biting down on your bottom lip as you watched him eat it off of you. You let your eyes fall closed as he devoured you, letting the pleasure of his tongue working along your clit and labia wash over you. A few seconds later you felt his hand grip your chin and you slowly opened your eyes to be met with his intense stare, “Watch me eat my cake,” he mumbled, “I want you to see how much I like it,” he finished before he added in another finger.

Your legs started to shake as you felt your orgasm approaching, “Mmmph, Melo…” you squealed pig as you continued to watch him slurp you down. You subconsciously removed your legs from the bent back position they were in and hooked them around his head, crossing your feet over one another. He didn’t seem to mind the fact he was trapped now, in fact he seemed to love it as you felt his tongue and fingers pick up the pace. “Oh my-FUCK!” You yelled out, your hands gripping the sheets tightly while your eyes rolled back as you felt the sudden gush of wetness leave you while your body was raked in endless waves of pleasure. Melo continued, forcing you to ride out your wave of pleasure until it started to hurt. You scooted away from him, still shaking and trying to come down from your high.

He followed you onto the bed, pulled you under him while spreading your legs. “Baby, hold on-” you reached, gripped his forearm as you felt the tip of his dick push against your entrance. You whined as you felt his push in anyway, letting out a pained moan as inch after inch sunk into your still sensitive pussy.

“Gentle, please,” you pleaded softly, looking up into his eyes but the way he was looking down at you, it didn’t even seem like the words had gotten through to him. You later found out that was correct as he pulling out slightly before slamming back into you. A gasp-moan slipped past your lips as he repeated the action, this time much harder. He then got into a rhythm; pull out halfway, slam back in, pull out halfway, slam back in. You cried out as you felt his tip continuously brush against your g-spot. Even though you had just came less than a few minutes ago, you could feel another orgasm build up inside you.

“Melo, baby, please,” you said out of breath, “I can’t, slow down,” you continued to beg.

He bent down and pressed a sweet kiss against your lips before replying, “You can, and you gon to,” before ramming back into you. Your hands snaked around to his back and your freshly manicured nails clawed at it with every rough thrust that came. A few seconds later you were letting out another cry of pure ecstasy as you squirted once more.

“There you go baby,” Melo’s soft, raspy voice said beside your ear, “Cum all over this dick,” he coached.

The rest of the night felt like a blur as your mind was clouded with pleasure. You had quickly lost count of the amount of times you came and it seemed like Melo had a never ending supply of energy, he made sure he worked every ounce of energy out of you and got his celebrations worth.

Disclaimer; please don’t let a man drink champagne or eat whipped cream off of your coochie, I will not be held responsible for any yeast infections!

How did we feel about the use of spit? I know a lot of people are grossed out by it, I hope him spitting in your mouth didn’t turn y’all off lmao. Currently working on the next imagine..

Also…. A Gelo BDSM imagine *might* be in the works 👀

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scxrsgxrd · 4 years

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No Good // Willard Russell Part One

Part two here

Part three here

Hello everyone! Ever since reading ‘The Devil All The Time’ I’ve had numerous Willard thoughts that I noted down which created this, and with the movie being released I thought I’d publish it :) I’d love to know everyone’s thoughts, and I always appreciate you all taking time to read my works and love reading your responses. It truly means so much to me <3.

WARNINGS: 18+ mature language, mentions of death, alcohol, smoking and violence.

Lillian Brown couldn’t remember how old she was the night her parents died. It was all a blur; a memory she intended to keep repressed. What she could recall was that two days after the accident her mother’s sister, Barbara, came to Lil’s house, packed her a small bag and bundled her into her Uncle Al’s car for the hours journey to knockemstiff, a small town that Lil had never felt she could call home.

But that was two decades ago; and since then she had a whole lot to be thankful for. Her Aunt and Uncle, who themselves were childless, raised Lil as if she were their own, and now she worked in her Uncle Al’s bar. It was a small place with mould lining the walls that stunk of piss and stale booze; but it was a paycheck at the end of the month, and allowed Lil to be surrounded by the only family she had left.

Lil knew she wasn’t like her Aunt Barb; she was quiet, too quiet. The type of quiet that men in the bar took advantage of, leering at her after they’d had a few beers, their sleazy eyes raking up and down her as they, not so quietly, announced what they’d like to do to her once her shift ended. Lil wished she had the courage to challenge these men like her Aunt Barb had taught her, but to no avail, she hated making a fuss.

“That’s exactly your problem, missy.” Her Aunt Barb would often tell her. “You got too much of your mother in you.”

From Lil’s position behind the bar on a Wednesday evening she could see a man sat in a corner booth; but this particular man didn’t have the look of the others who came to drink at Al’s Bar. She squinted to get a better look at him, her eyes struggling to adjust to the dusky lighting in the room. From what she could gather, the man couldn't be any older than his late twenties; his cheekbones were almost too perfectly sculpted, and his hair was still thick, and a few strands were curled over his forehead as he studied the tumbler of Southern Comfort on the table before him. Lil hadn’t been specifically counting the number of drinks he’d consumed, but she calculated in the hour he’d been in Al’s, he was damn near close to polishing off the whole bottle of liqueur that was sat behind the bar. His stare was one of the coldest Lil had ever seen, there was nothing in his eyes; no glimmer of hope or happiness, instead he seemed to be sheltering a deep, unbridled rage of some kind.

She watched as he pulled the glass up to his dry lips and swigged the whole amount, letting it sit in his cheeks for a few seconds before gulping and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He slammed the glass back onto the table; but his gaze stayed on the glass. Absentmindedly he began to twirl around the ring on the fourth finger of his left hand, his lips pursing tighter and tighter with each small twirl.

“Honey, don’t even think about it.” Lil whipped around to see her aunt Barb stood beside her, her right eyebrow was raised and her arms were crossed as she examined the girl stood before her.

“No I wasn’t.. I was just looking, Aunt Barb, that’s all.” Lil sighed and reached for the old cloth under the bar and began to wipe down the sticky bear spills that stained the old wood.

“Well don’t, sweetie. Take it from me, Willard Russell is damaged goods. Ain’t nothin’ good nor right about that man.” Barb hushed her voice slightly, for she was all too wary of the reputation Willard’s temper had gained him.

Lil sighed once more.

“I mean it. He ain’t even go to church no more, just into the woods to kneel at some stinkin’ prayer log he made before his wife passed. It’s his son I feel most sorry for.” Barb whispered, making sure to take a quick glance at Willard to ensure he was out of ear range. Lil’s Aunt was a God fearing woman; she never missed a Sunday service, not even when Al came down with a bad fever a few months back. Nevertheless, she was a sucker for the town gossip, especially where the Russell’s were concerned.

“His son?” There was a sense of shock in Lil’s tone, this hard-eyed man who could stomach a whole bottle of Southern Comfort in just over an hour was the last person she was expecting to be a father.

“Mhm, after the.. incident with Willard he moved in with his grandmother in Coal Creek, Lord knows she’s the only one who could give the poor boy a half decent upbringing.” Lil’s Aunt tutted and shook her head slightly as she remembered the sleepless nights she’d had from Willard and the small boy’s prayers when Charlotte was sick, and the rumoured state Arvin had found his father in in the woods a few days after her passing.

Before Lil was able to further question her Aunt, she heard someone loudly clear their throat, and a glass clang on the bar, a few droplets of whatever was left in the glass sprinkled onto the surface she had just seen. She was about to curse when her eyes flicked up to see that the man was Willard Russell.

Lil found herself unable to speak to the man, her throat felt raw as if she hadn’t drank for a whole day. Willard was leant against the bar, propping himself up with his elbow which allowed Lil to see how huge the man was. He was slender with long limbs, particularly his legs, but she could see that he had some meat on his arms and a few scrapes on his knuckles.

“Somethin’ bothering you, girl?” Willard was unnerved by this girl he had never seen before staring him down as if he were some kind of prey, he just wanted his damned drink in peace. He’d tuned into the whispers around him whenever he walked into any sort of social joint in town, the stares he got and the raised eyebrows; his tolerance with these people was beginning to wear thin.

“No, sir. My apologies, what can I get you?” The girl smiled; but it wasn’t a real smile. The corners of her mouth forcibly tugged upwards as she struggled to make eye contact with the man on the other side of the bar; Willard knew she was intimidated.

Good. About time some of motherfuckers learned some respect.

“Beer, don’t care which.” His voice was deep, deeper than Lil was expecting, and it was laced with a type of pain she recognised; grief. Willard reached into his shirt pocked and produced a cigarette, rubbing the butt of it against his bottom lip before settling it into the left corner in his mouth.

By the time Lil had cracked the top off of Willard’s beer and handed it to him he was halfway through his cigarette, studying her as she removed the tumbler he was previously drinking from and wiped down the bar. From the way she relentlessly scrubbed at the stains on the rotting wood he deduced she was new, and that she sure as hell wasn’t going to last much longer in town; not from the way some of the sons of bitches in the booths were looking at her.

Once Willard had finished his beer he slowly rose to his feet, the large amount of alcohol he had consumed in the small amount of time was beginning to rise to his head; he needed to find a place to sleep. He dug his hand deep into the pocket of his brown slacks until he managed to produce his wallet. Willard didn’t care to ask how much his bill was, and the meek little barmaid sure as hell wasn’t about to challenge him.

Lil watched as Willard’s bony fingers pulled out whatever crumpled dollar notes were left in his wallet and threw them onto the bar in front of her, which she was damn sure wasn’t proportionate to the amount he’d drank. Nevertheless, she picked up the money and flashed a small smile at the tall man, which he ignored as he began to stumble his way out of the bar, knocking over a barstool as he went.

“Good riddance.” Barb muttered under her breath once Willard had finally managed to stagger his way out of the bar. That man gave her the shivers; there was no life left in his eyes, not since Charlotte passed, and he only seemed to emanate darkness.

She didn’t like the way she had caught her niece looking at Willard. Lil was naïve, too soft for the town of knockemstiff, and Barb would be damned before she let her kin become involved with a man like Willard.

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lindberghtm · 3 years

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* . desirée lindbergh was spotted in the fashion district adorning prada platform chelsea boots , with some airpod pros on . they’re most likely listening to you know i'm no good by amy winehouse . you may know them as @desi or as that aisha potter lookalike . their twenty first birthday just passed . while living in the upper east side , they’ve gained a bit of a reputation . they’re known to be duplicitous but on the other hand reliable . wonder if they’ll be the next person to hit the headlines . ( cis female / she/her + c / 21+ / she/her ) .

hey !!!!!! i was planning on coming thru with a cool intro to establish myself as a ~ cool ~ person , but covid has absolutely ✨ decimated ✨ my social skills so ,,,,,,, this is what im left with . anywho hi i’m c ( short for clown tbfh ) , im 21+ , from the rainy ole’ pnw , & i use she / her pronouns . i was in wealthy like , , , , AGES ago & tbh i’ve been missing it real bad lately so here i am with a brand new bitch , , , , , ms . desi lindbergh 🖤 i just finished reading the girl with the dragon tattoo so you’ll find elements from that novel in my biography like the names , & the general ‘ company comes first ‘ & ‘ no one gets a divorce in this family ’ attitudes . but hennyway here’s a pinterest board , & my discord is 𝐌 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁#1264 ( the best tiktok song imo ) . my bio is rambly but there are stats at the top , personality & wanted connections ( inc . this sideblog w wanted plots ) at the bottom ! xoxo

* . stats .

full name : desirée ‘ desi ’ charlotte lindbergh - montenegro

age : twenty - two

gender : cis female

pronouns : she / her

pob ; current home : london , england ; current residence in tribeca .

family : henrik lindbergh ( 80 , deceased , ceo of lindbergh corporation ) ; miriam montenegro ( 46 , lives in the upper east side & london , supermodel turned vindictive widow ) ; no siblings or pets .

birthday : september 2 , 1998 ; virgo sun , taurus moon , cancer rising .

career : heiress / model / daddy’s credit card swiper .

drinking / drugs / smoking : yes / no / occasionally .

physical : aisha potter fc , dark brown mid - length hair , dark brown eyes , no tattoos , two ear lobe piercings in each ear , 5 ′ 6 ″ .

* . character biography .

1998 : miriam montenegro , an english model coming from a humble background , made it big when she was scouted for runway shows , eventually making her way to being a household name . by the age of twenty five , she’d found love ( or , financial comfort , rather ) with the fifty nine year old henrik lindbergh , a swedish business magnate whose involvement in global industrialization spanned far wider than the european economy . the relationship took the world by surprise , miriam’s friends being far more involved in pop culture than an aged man . while she claims it was love , the world had already made up its mind on her motive — money .

the pair got married six months after they initially became involved , & desi was born a year after . her father , the product of the ‘ silent generation ‘ , was of the impression that children should be seen , not heard , an outdated idea that her mother was comfortable abiding by . desirée , by association , quickly became accustomed to the spotlight , the interest in the uncommon relationship between miriam & henrik only growing after the birth of their sole child . desi grew up a prop , a toy for her mother to dress up in matching outfits & parade on the global stage , before stepping behind closed doors & forgetting about the child entirely . this led to desi being raised almost exclusively by nannies , her mother more interested in savouring the last of her youth & her father too busy with his international duties . originally based in london , the family moved to new york when desirée was starting her schooling to be closer to the hustle & bustle of american life .

2017 : desirée is graduating high school a year early after having been sent to institut auf dem rosenberg , a swiss private school that prides itself on being highly exclusive∫ˆ highly expensive . the name was a selling point for her father , but more importantly she would be safe & out of the way on another continent while her parents bickered ceaselessly . desirée found herself to be nothing special at rosenberg , her identity having been formed on the idea that public exposure equated to popularity ; without the constant public eye while at school , desi found a freedom & lightness she hadn’t before experienced . she could be real , & have real friends , & not be putting on a fake smile to allude an air of comfort . most of all , she could get away from her spiteful mother , who , once desi hit puberty , saw her as a threat to her own beauty , success , & public popularity . being sent to private school was the best thing to happen to desi & her mother’s relationship .

after graduating , desirée moved back to new york city , moving back into the expansive upper east side apartment , & being sure to move into a room on the opposite side of the home from her parents . being thrust back into the spotlight , a ‘ homecoming ‘ of sorts that her mother capitalized on , desi fell into a depression . she feared leaving the house , she feared that people would only want to be her friend in order to access the family’s wealth ( a seed of an idea planted in her father at the age of twelve , when she was told there was to be no dating unless their family’s net worth was over 500 million ) . soon enough , though , desi made the choice to get in contact with her mother’s rival modeling agency , inquiring about the possibility about modeling . they , of course , welcomed the legacy with open arms ; her mother , however , decided that this deceipt would not be tolerated under her roof , & kicked desi out as soon as she’d heard . desi called her father crying , explaining the situation over the phone , who immediately created a separate bank account of her own for desi , secretly hidden away in an overseas bank to avoid her mother finding out . the account held far more than desirée needed , but it was her father who enabled her to get back on her feet , find her own home , & start a career for herself .

2020 : desirée hardly speaks to her mother , though they keep up the public illusion that they are as close as a mother - daughter duo can be . her father though , now 80 years old , was actually close with desi , the two catching up daily & him celebrating her accomplishments she believed were self - earned . in october , though , she received a phone call from her father’s attorney , mr. berger , who informed her that henrik was in the hospital in critical condition after a heart attack . she flew to stockholm , where her father had been taking care of business items , & realized that it was time to say her goodbyes . her father & her played chess , talked about her childhood , & reconciled on any old issues . he passed away three days after she’d arrived . seeming as if he’d been able to tell something horrible was coming , henrik had updated his will a matter of weeks before the heart attack , naming desiree as the sole inheritor of all his assets & belongings . except , of course , her mother , who inherited a whopping five dollars from her husband . this was , mr . berger explained to desi , so that miriam could not claim that she had accidentally been left out , & was entitled to more of his estate .

if this wasn’t enough , the press soon released that interntional business mogul henrik lindbergh had passed away , & the companies he owned were now owned by a twenty one year old model who had never truly worked one day in her life . to make matters worse , her mother quickly played the victim , launching a multitude of lawsuits against her own daughter for defamation & coercing her father to leave her mother out of it . berger quickly chose desirée’s side , though he couldn’t become her personal attorney out of conflict of interest with the executing of the will . as the accounts lie in limbo during the legal battle , desi is relying solely on the secret account her father made her in switzerland ; if her mother knew , she would try to go after it , as well .

2021 : desirée has layed low over the last few months , her mother continuing her public display of heartache as the widow . desi can be said to be two - faced due to her sweet disposition one day & her cold attitude the next . in reality , she is normally kind & thoughtful , giving the benefit of the doubt to those two wrong her , but lately she has become more withdrawn , secretive , & volatile . she was recently photographed in a restaurant , crying on the phone with her head in her hand , something she would never normally allow to happen . overall , though , she doesn't want to speak publicly about the legal battle because she considers it a delicate matter & wants to take the high road . because of this , she puts on a face that she's happy , has done her mourning , & intentionally does things to make it seem like life is normal , like making appearances at events about new york city & being spotted hanging out with friends . only a very small handful in her inner circle notice the immense stress she's under because she's good at managing it , & doesn't want to be pitied .

* . personality .

personality wise , she is quite bubbly , thoughtful , dependable , observant , calm , & chooses her words carefully . on the other hand , she can be very hot & cold , self - isolating , two - faced , & tells blatant lies when she ought not to , & denies vehemently when others call her on her bs . she’s the type to remember someone saying they like something , in passing , then suddenly she shows up with that exact thing when she sees them next . her love language is definitely gifts & acts of service . considers herself a good advice giver but won’t take any advice others give her . kind of an air head , in that she can get so wrapped up in her own world that she forgets that others aren’t just npc’s in her life sfjklsd . can get overwhelmed easily , & retracts back into herself & isolates in her apartment for days on end , pampering herself with huge shopping sprees , overpriced face masks , & too much champagne . her way to deal with problems is to pretend they’re not there until eventually they go away 🤡

the world knows the bulk of the lindbergh - montenegro affair , as its known in the media , thanks to her mother taking interviews left & right to allude to her being snubbed by her own daughter . desi pretends that it does not bother her , that justice will be served & that legality will prevail over her mother’s cries , but the weight of the affair is taking a toll on her .

* . wanted plots .

click here for sideblog with wanted plots !

best friend / ride or die : someone desi’s been friends with for YEARS , knows all her family’s bs , prob has called her mother a b*tch to her face dflkjsdkl . literally the nicole to her paris , the lorelai to her rory .

squad : a group of friends who go clubbing every saturday & get brunch & gossip the next morning , have shady nicknames in their gc , have designated ‘ roles ’ in the friend group ( mom friend , the cr*ckhead , the wingperson , etc . ) , go on trips together , have the wildest birthday parties , etc . please !!

first love : this would’ve been in their teens , a summer fling that she fell hard for & who her father didn’t approve of bc he’s business - minded first . they tried to do long distance when she went back to school in the fall , but it didn’t work out & now they’re either on good terms & have sweet memories of that time , or one is still kinda salty how things ended .

bad influence : encourages desi to get the stick out of her *ss , & when she hangs out with them , they tend to go overboard on whatever the entertainment of the night may be .

friends to lovers / slow - burn romance : they’re friends first , but there’s been undeniable romantic tension between the two of them ( imagine pope towards kiara in obx ) , & their friends can pick up on it . they’ve never acted on it , worried of ruining the friendship , but they’re always a lil disappointed when the other goes home with or gets involved with someone else , but are ultimately there to pick up the pieces afterwards .

enemies / mutual dislike : maybe someone whose family her father screwed in business , their parents could have been friends before desi’s mom turned on them somehow , they think desi thinks she’s queen of the world , etc . let’s plan it out hehe

cheating : oop ! i love the angst , so gimme someone who either a ) cheated on desi , or b ) they think she cheated on them due to some tabloid article , rumor around town she was seen with someone , etc . their relationship was prob rocky as fuck , toxic , & lacked trust & communication . just a total shit show tbh .

that’s all i can think of now dskljfkl please feel free to reach out over tumblr msgs or on discord !

#wealthyhq:intro #excited 2 be here 🖤

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Two stories, an ending within an ending. Presented by the NAT club.

‘A’ is for Audience. ‘A.D.’ is for Assistant Director.

There are two stories on Pretty Little Liars. One is the story we know, which originated with ‘That Night’, which will be resolved either in 7x19 or early 7x20.

The second story will be revealed in the “twist” ending of 7x20.

The first story will wrap up why the girls have been targeted, and explain what happened that night. It will cover all of the Hastings and DiLaurentis drama, and whatever this has all been mounting up to. The second story will explain that much of what the girls have been through was actually engineered and staged.

Someone has been setting these girls up from the beginning. And not for the reasons that we think. Not just for revenge, but also for entertainment.

I have put off writing this theory for actual years, because I still don’t know how to put it in writing with any eloquence. Because it is really so all encompassing, but if you’ve been reading my blog for any real time, you’ll see I’ve been hinting around it since at least season 4. As we inch ever closer to the end, I start to feel like there’s more reason to believe it’s possible, so I guess now is the time to commit it to writing. It’s like a much more tolerable version of the “It’s all a book”/ “It was all a dream” ending, because it doesn’t dismiss the actual story, but rather incorporates it.

Here are the highlights of the theory.

1. The NAT club (”Nos Animadverto Totus” meaning “We See All”) is still very much active, and profiting off of the ‘A’ drama.

2. What began as a group of teenagers filming unsuspecting girls, has now grown into a full fledged entertainment empire.

3. In 3x06, Jason confides in Spencer that he believed that Garrett and Ian may have been paying girls to set up their friends to be filmed. And he believes that someone was paying them to film specific stuff for them.

4. This was the beginning of the NAT empire. This went from a few pervs filming girls undressing for their own entertainment, to a semi scripted, semi interactive live stream. There are people who pay a pretty price to subscribe to the service. They have input as to what they’d like to see next, and some are even regularly interacting with the girls on behalf of the rest of the ‘Audience’.

5. The girls story arc for the NAT Production began on “That Night”. It’s the night that Ali faked her death, to get the story rolling. Ali is was fully involved from the beginning in setting the girls up for the NAT, as Jason suggested in 3x06.

This entire ‘A’ thing was born out Ali’s quest for fame, and an appetite for money. “The First Secret” was Ali testing the girls to see if they’d perform the way she anticipated.

A scene from ‘A is for Answers’, Ali tells about the first time that Ezra brought her to the Fitzgerald Theater.

*Ali walks up on to the stage, and gazes out at the empty house*

Ali: “Wow. I get it.”

Ezra: “Get what?”

Ali: “It’s hard to explain.”

Ezra: “Try me.”

Ali: “God. Imagine being up here, with all those people who love you.”

Ezra: “i think that’s called adoration, not love.”

Ali: “I could be an actress.”

Ezra: “Could be? Well I hate to break it to you, but you already are. The way you tell your stories with with such conviction. I think you’ve convinced yourself that half of them are true.”

Ali: “Well if you can’t convince yourself, why should anyone else believe you?”

6. Naturally the existence of this service is not just common knowledge, since being a subscriber would actually make them accessories to a crime. My guess is that some people have even been blackmailed into participating in the Activities, or risk having their membership in the NAT revealed publicly.

7. Many of the dramatic scenarios that have happened to these girls were staged, almost like a theatrical production. I refer to the ‘major’ episodes. The events of the Halloween Train (3x13). Everything that happened in New York, including Ezra’s rooftop shooting, in ‘A is for Answers’ (4x24). The events in Ravenswood in “A Grave New World” (4x13). Of course, Charlotte’s reveal (6x10), The School for the Blind (7x10), and the place where I first found it to be most obvious… the events of The Dollhouse.

8. This means that the girls were seldom in any actual danger. Any danger that may have surfaced would have been from someone outside of the production jeopardizing them, or the production going wrong. I am not suggesting that EVERYTHING is fake, but that there is a controlled narrative for these girls.

9. “The Game” that Mona, Charlotte and ‘A’ always reference, is a direct part of that. The game that the girls are playing now is a result of it. There are spectators to this game, like some kind of voyeuristic sport.

10. This also accounts for why no one ever seems to stay dead in Rosewood. Most, if not all deaths were faked, using the drug that CeCe told Ali about in 6x10. The one she supposedly used to drug Ken And Jason. It honestly, would not surprise me if everyone that died over the last 7 seasons showed up in the finale to take one last bow.

11. I Believe the Carissimi Group is not actually built on Charlotte’s Wall Street brilliance, but rather as a front for the NAT.

12. This plot would be something like a combination of a “Black Mirror” episode and a couple of movies. Most notably “The Game” directed by David Fincher, (If you’re up for spoilers you can read a summary of the twist here.) for the twist ending, and it being ‘a game’. “The Truman Show” for the controlled narrative and surveillance aspect. And though I haven’t seen it… the interactive aspects might resemble the dares from “Nerve”. Just to give you an idea what I’m thinking.

13. I think it’s pretty obvious who I think is in charge here. If you’ve read anything on my blog, I am a huge “Ezra is A’ believer. And in this case, I’m inclined to believe that he is A.D. He is the one working the situation from a ground level. I have rehashed reasons that Ezra is ‘A’ so many time son my blog… I won’t even go into it there. But he is absolutely trying to actively sway these girls to his agenda every time he interacts with them.

But who’s really in charge? Jason.

NAT was his idea. Nearly everyone else involved with NAT is ‘dead’. He inherited the controlling interest in the Carissimi group. And he ‘always liked Aria’s pink stripes’. The same pink stripes she is made to put back in in the dollhouse. The same pink stripes her character has on the gameboard piece.

Bonus: We all know that Marlene has cast herself into the finale. And we’ve joked a time or two that she is probably A.D. because of the way she’s being torturing us. It would be so in Marlene’s line to show up in the finale, and introduce herself as the Executive Producer of the NAT production. Literal character self insertion.

Also, heavily involved: Mona ( Like at a top level.) Ali, Lucas, Toby, Jenna, Noel, Wilden, etc.

Maya was a part of it too, but may have thought about revealing herself to Emily, and that’s why her character had to die.

Clues:

1.Props.

We see props reused all the time, which makes sense. This is a TV show. But it also makes sense if this is a staged production. Follow what I’m saying?

Remember that giant clown head that (clearly) had a camera in it, when Aria was shooting photos in the junk yard? The head turned to follow her, and to me it was extremely obvious that there was a camera in there watching her. Well, that SAME creepy clown head showed up in the School for the blind in 7x10.

Then there’s this old tweet from Oliver Goldstick, where he’s clearly calling attention to the fact that they’re reusing props.

And my favorite thing, which i regret that I cannot find…is a tweet that was put out by someone in the props department after the Dollhouse finale aired. And the person tweeted that something along the lines of “we put it right in front of you in the first few minutes. We couldn’t have made it more obvious.” And the first few minutes of that episode were the girls are recognizing that their room was entirely fake. Fake chairs, fake doors, fake books.

There have been many instances where props were either clearly recycled, or completely overused. Where it literally felt like the props department just dumped everything that they could find to make a set look “creepy”. And some sets have been so overdone that draw attention to themselves just for that.

2. Remember in 3x21… where Toby’s death is faked… Emily goes to his house looking for him, and sees a guy pull up to the house in his truck. The guy explains that he “Works with Toby” and hasn’t seen him in a few weeks. She later receives a message from Toby telling her to “Stop looking” and that he’d meet her. She’s then given directions Olivia Dr. A person in a Red Coat leads her to this workshop. Emily confronts the guy that she saw at his house, and asks if he’s seen Toby. He tell’s her that he hasn’t.

But Emily never told this guy her name, and she can’t imagine why he would know who she is. But he would know her name if he was involved in the production, wouldn’t he?

Also, remember the great theory about how the people in this workshop were actually building the girls rooms for the dollhouse?

3. Cameras. No matter the reason why, we can all agree that there is absolutely no way that ‘A’, ‘Uber A’, ‘AD’ or ‘Amoji’, could ever have pulled off half of the timely messages they do if they weren’t pretty much constantly watching these girls.

Through out the series we have been shown a variety of cameras that have been used to watch the girls. Whether they are the multitude of cameras Ezra used, the cameras in the dollhouse, security cameras both in Radley Sanitarium and The Radley Hotel, The cameras that I am 100% convinced were hidden Aria’s dolls, that clown head camera, Lucas’ “Security system”… not to mention the times we’ve seen someone sitting at a ‘lair’ keeping up with pictures or footage of the girls.

4. Eddie Lamb

Where’d he go? The last time we saw Eddie Lamb, he was trying to make contact with Ezra Fitz, presumably regarding his latest interaction with Aria. in 5x06 he is speaking to Spencer about Bethany Young.

Spencer: ‘Did you know Bethany well?”

Eddie: “If I did, I can’t talk about it.”

Spencer: *sees the security camera where Eddie casually just gestured*

“Right. Okay. Do you maybe want to get coffee later?”

Eddie: “I can’t talk about Bethany or any other patient. Not to the cops, or reporters, or you.”

In the episode where Spencer is first admitted to Radley he acknowledges that he “likes his job” and that the only way to keep it is to keep your mouth shut.

So what if the reason that Eddie suddenly disappeared is because he wasn’t sticking to the script? He recognized Aria as one of the girls from the NAT videos, and became a potential problem for the show? So he was paid off or blackmailed and told to leave the area.

5. The Kahn Party stamp

I’ve spoken about it before, and just recently. But I firmly believe that the “traveling parties” that were apparently hosted by Eric Kahn were most definitely related to the NAT club. The stamp was a picture of an eye, and the parties were secret. It could be a party just for those involved with the production. Which would include…

6. Holden Strauss

Look, guys, its no secret that I think Holden is more than a red herring. As I recently explained here, I think he was with Emily the night that she dug up Ali’s grave. And he’s back in Rosewood, and conveniently a chef at a wedding planners. Holden had a lot of nothing to impart to us recently except to say that he recently saw Aria on TV. We can argue about why she might’ve been on TV, and there’s certainly been occasion with everything that’s happened… but I just find it so odd that he mentions seeing her on TV, when we haven’t. If Holden is actually a member of NAT, as I feel both his presence at Sputnik’s Diner, and his entry into the Kahn parties indicates… then he would have seen the ‘show’ pick back up after the time jump as well.

7. Jenna

I think the binder that Jenna got in 7x11, wasn’t just an explanation of the A game, but a script of sorts. A sort of manual for what was supposed to happen next, and what role she was supposed to have in it.

8. Money

Where Does ‘A’ get the money to pull off some of the elaborate messages they have sent? Where do they get the skill? Either they have a wealthy backer, or they are the wealthy backer.

Can we agree that Charlotte’s story was bullshit? If so, her being a Wall Street Wiz, is also highly unlikely. So where did her fortune (Which was later inherited by Ali and Jason) come from?

Mothertrucking Ezra Fitz. let’s talk about his weird finance situation. How you affording limos and Armani on a teacher’s salary? Where’d that money in your sock drawer really come from? How could you afford to buy The Brew when you were an unemployed teacher?

9. Marlene/cast interviews

At Paleyfest when asked about the NAT Club, Marlene and Co. Were so quick dismiss it. They basically said “Ohh what was that? I forgot all about that.” Like it never existed, and like it was probably not a big deal.

They’re really trying to keep our ending a surprise this time. You can really tell from mar’s twitter feed, and the interviews. The girls are being fairly tight lipped, Marlene is saying things like “I don’t want to spoil it”, when asked kind of broad questions on twitter, and even Keegan hasn’t been putting out any hints. I think that they tried to delicately squash any NAT theories by acting like it was an old, dead storyline. But way back in season 5, Marlene swore that there was a lot more to those NAT videos, and that we’d see them again.

10. Theater imagery/ terminology and the use of puppets/dolls

-Ezra directing a highschool play about the nature of evil.

-“Shadow Play”. The episode is not only an homage to film noir, but a reference to a form of puppet play. It contains scenes of Ali as some kind of a stage performer.

-”Twelfth Night” is at one point taught by both Ezra and Ali.

-Ezra’s family theater was “his special place”.

- The stage in 5x25 was a cabin, not unlike the one where Ezra took Aria, and where his lair was.

-Ali and Spencer dance to “I’m Your Puppet” in Radley, and we’ve repeatedly heard reference to the way the girls did whatever Ali told them.

-Aside from the dollhouse there’s an almost infinite amount of times the girls have been referred to as dolls. Being toys for them to play with and orchestrate pretend lives with.

-The above mentioned scene where Ali talks about being an actress, combined with “That’s immortality my Darlings” and that she keeps her diaries because her friends will need them when she’s gone.

11. “You know why I chose you, don’t you?” Ali to Aria

12. Deaths

Either when someone dies, we don’t see their body at all or we don’t see it til their funeral. OR if we do see them die, it’s in a questionable or confusing way. I’ll be the first to point out that, while I loved Noel’s death, I wouldn’t be at all surprised if hes still alive. Just for the complete unlikelihood of someone having their head chopped clean off by a stationery ax. Even though we actually saw it, that death felt like the most fake one yet.

Season after season these monumental moments get more and more over the top. Like they want us to think “This is ridiculous! Even by these standards, this is impossible!”

OK, so I do have more examples, but I’m running out of time to write this, so I’ll end it here for now. But… if you’re open to the idea that this may have been a “game” all along, then to imagine its been watched by others isn’t that far of a stretch.

#pll clues #pll theories #pll theory #N.A.T. is endgame #pll finale #Jason is A #Ezra is A

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Preschoolers birthday gift ideas

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Reading and Laughing

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Jamming and Dancing

Thanks to newfound control over both their gross and fine motor skills, 4-year-olds are capable musicians. They can tap a rhythm, carry a tune, and even strum a guitar. They can dance, coordinate their bodies to learn ballet positions, and remember basic choreography. Their listening is becoming sophisticated, and they can hear more subtle changes in tempo, rhythm, pitch, and volume. "Four-year-olds are painfully aware that they are not as big or as competent as the grownups around them," says Julia Priest, director of Music and Movement of Newton in Newton, MA. "Singing and dancing are domains where they can collaborate with grown-ups and relish the challenge of getting in sync."

It's good to expose children at this age to a broad range of musical styles. Some children are ready to sit through short music lessons now, so if your child is passionate about music, a real instrument and some lessons would be a fantastic gift. Many preschoolers are coordinated enough to start formal lessons in violin or piano, but toy instruments (guitars, drums, harmonicas, ukuleles, and accordions) are excellent and they cross over nicely to function as both musical toys and make-believe props.

Learning and Interacting

As kindergarten approaches, learning toys are popular, but they are educational only if they hold a child's attention. It's impossible to ignore technnology at this stage, but there's nothing with more potential than the iPad or a similar tablet computer. The touch-screen interface is intuitive for young children, and there's much high-quality content available, especially since the recommended age for many children's apps is 4. Of course, some parents are understandably reluctant about tech toys, for reasons including cost and concerns about too much screen time. "Exposing children to technology is a good thing; their proficiency will be important to their professional success someday. The most important thing for children is to give them plenty of human interaction in addition to whatever time they spend on the screen," says David Perlmutter, M.D., a board certified neurologist and author of the book Raise a Smarter Child by Kindergarten. If you decide to buy apps for your 4-year-old, avoid flash card apps in favor of more creative and engaging animated book apps like There's a Monster at the End of This Book, featuring Grover from Sesame Street.

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