#ft. diego

[chessyhoward]

TEXTING: DIEGO

Chess: Hey, rockstar! Chess: How's tour life treating you?

[plantgirlpops]

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A snapshot into tour life!!! :)

[shatteredgossip]

@shattereddiamondsdaily: anyone know where these pics are from? streets are saying that’s @officialdiegorodriguez 👀

@shattereddiamondsdaily: it’s def not @danteleept in either lmao

[elifalvey]

location — national history museum.

status — for diego ( @rodriguezdiego​ ).

The way that Elijah saw it, in the moments where Aslihan had slipped off to showcase her work, he had two jobs — to mingle, and to praise her. Not that she needed him to fish out compliments for her, because clearly her efforts were drawing positive attention from everyone around, but he genuinely was proud of the work that she put into making the new wing what it was right now and he thought that she deserved every compliment in the world. An entire museum’s worth of people singing her praises sounded like music to his ears, anyway, so he was happy even without being on her arm. Now, undoubtedly, was one of those moments; with Aslihan talking to some of her colleagues, he took the time alone to approach a rather familiar figure. “Look at you, Officer,” he chimed, a low whistle teasingly blowing through his lips as he eyed Diego’s outfit. “Why, I think they ought to change those uniforms and make them all green — it suits you. Now I know why you spend so much time lifting weights.” He playfully clapped a hand on the other’s shoulder, grinning. “How are you making out? Are you having a good time?”

[daniigh0ul]

skate park with new friends for diego !! <3

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Diego may be in over his head. Between his crush, weird werewolves bullying him, and arguments with his dad, he wants to escape. It is a welcome distraction when Sam texts him out of the blue to come skate with them and some of their friends on Sunday morning. He grabs his old reliable skateboard and heads out to the industrial area of San Myshuno. Sam and Cassandra greet him as they stand just an inch too close and share glances. He wonders if they're dating. He meets Cassandra's best friend, Bobbi, who sneers at him. ("Don't worry about her. She just doesn't like new people.") He meets Alvaro and Bonnie, a cute couple who are in their own little world. ("She's teaching him how to skate, but he has the balance of drunk elephant.") It's fun being with everyone and feeling the wind on his face as he skates around with Bobbi and Cassandra. Sam is off doing tricks on the ramps daring them to be as adventurous as them. They all laugh and cheer Sam on, but no one else does anything cooler than an ollie. Eventually, they sit down in a cluster near a fence, and Sam and Bobbi get into a heated debate over politics and Diego feels a small lurch of joy in his chest. He could get used to this.

[compacflt]

do you think Ice & Maverick let anyone else up in the Mustang once they finish building it? Does maverick let Bradley fly it? Does Iceman let Slider fly at some point while Ice in the backseat (fun role reversal)? The Mustang is a big metaphor for working on their relationship/marriage -- now that they are finally letting people in, do you think that would translate to the plane too?

See the last five minutes of top gun: maverick only pretend ice is still alive & tooling around in the background somewhere in his dad jeans with a happy dad smile. yep

[officialdiegorodriguez]

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[aresenics]

 𝒻𝑜𝓇  :   @rcsplendent !

𝔣𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤  :   vero   &    diego   .

𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟  :  palace infirmary .

𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐌 thrown over the shoulder of a palace guard, gash from the hairline of his skull oozing out liquid rubies as he attempts to gather his vision; eyes being flooded by his own blood. vero's vision blurs in & out of focus as he mumbles something in native tongue, feet moving instinctually in tandem with the officer beside him. in conscious mind it'd been a reflexive action to shove them off, tell them that he's fine but as he protests the aid it's coming out in a slur, spanish vowels a mixture of quaint mumbles & furrowed brows. they enter the palace in a stampede of chaos, equally injured guests hobbling past & nurses flooding throughout to grab who they can in haste. the guard is calling for help as someone approaches, tensing as they reach out to take vero from their grasp, firm in their questionnaire: who are you ? are you in relation ?

[ccmpletemess]

closed starter for @honeyedblossom ( diego & manuel )

Diego swallowed thickly as he stared at the door that stood between him and his biological father. Someone he never thought he'd meet, someone he had never wanted to meet up until a week or so again. The lies his mother had fed him unravelling the more she had yelled, telling him that he hadn't wanted neither of them, that he hadn't bothered -- while the box of evidence that suggested otherwise sat between them.

He'd wasted very little time shoving his things in a bag and jumping on the next flight to Huntsville before he could even comprehend what the hell he was doing. What if she had been right? Maybe the man truly didn't want him, and the letters, the cards had been... to save face? He wasn't so sure, but he knew he wouldn't be able to rest if he didn't find out. It didn't take him long to find out where the man lived, given the return address. Diego only hoped the man was still here.

Taking a deep breath, he raised his fist, knocking three times as he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet. He was rarely nervous, but this situation warranted the nerves that bubbled in the pit of his stomach. As the door opened, Diego took in the sight of the unfamiliar looking man in front of him, teeth tugging on his lower lip. "Uh, hi," He mumbled awkwardly, the reality of this being a really fucking terrible idea sinking in. He should have called, texted or something before showing up unannounced. Clearing his throat, he asked, "Are you Manuel Laferte?"

[kiillmeromantically]

status: closed

pairing: diego & renata

with: @cherrysugcr

written with beta

"you are either new," she said slowly, not even looking over at him in the driver seat," or you pissed off my husband, which is it?" maybe she could have been nicer but renata was exhausted. it had been another long evening of pretending to be the perfect, doting trophy wife. all she had done was maybe have one more glass of champagne than she normally did. apparently that was enough reason for her to be sent back to her jail which was more or less the compound. she had no idea what her husband was up to but she would be shocked if he even returned to their so called home that night. she barely kept track of the men that seemed to come and go. sometimes she knew the way they left was certainly not the same way that they came in. her head rested against her hand before she reached to turn on the radio," i hope for your sake it's the first option."

[autumnwritcs]

for @overnightheartbeats ;; continued from HERE

It was weird to look at the man that she was told was her ex-husband, try as she might, she had no recollection of him, he didn't look familiar at all and during the few days she had been conscious, Davina wrecked her brain trying to remember about a weeding or something but there was a huge black hole in her mind and it was as scary as she felt helpless with no control over her own life. The brunette gave Diego a faint smile at his answer although it didn't make her feel better. "I'm... as good as I can be." She shrugged. "My body hurts but I feel it's due to being in bed than anything else." Being confined to bed was something she never enjoyed and the doctors on her case already told her she still had some more time on bedrest which wasn't making her feel any better. "I... My sister already told me who you are." Davina stated, as forward as always. "I know we were married but I don't remember any of it. Nor dating..." She grimaced. "That's all she told me, I don't have all the details on us. Uhm... if we had a terrible divorce or something I'm sorry you had to come here." She cleared her throat as she looked away to the window.

[chessyhoward]

take me to the lakes // chess & diego

No one ever told you how expensive motherhood was. Never mind the medical bills, the clothes your little one grew out of all too quick, one of the biggest drains on Chess' finances was finding ways to keep her daughter entertained. New to being a Mum and new to New York, Chess had become somewhat of an expert at finding all the things to do in the city that would amuse Hazel, and were most importantly, free. A twenty-year-old Chess had found herself spending hours researching the days they waved admission on various exhibits for children under three, or parks she could languish in for hours with only a blanket and books to keep Hazel entertained. She only felt guilty momentarily as she hurried Hazel past the overpriced ice cream vans.

This was a habit that she'd taken into her mid-twenties. Sure, she no longer had to rely on government programs to feed herself now, but Chess knew what it was like to subsidise a meal with coffee, and had no desire to go back to those times. So Chess and Hazel were spending their afternoon in Central Park, Hazel throwing fistfuls of bread at the ducks while Chess watched dutifully from a nearby bench. Her notebook was currently open atop her lap, jotting down ideas for her latest blog post.

A chill began to set over the park, and Chess pulled her blazer tighter around her, glancing over to make sure Hazel hadn't relinquished herself of her hat and scarf. Instead, she found that Hazel had vacated her spot entirely. Chess jumped to her feet, eyes scanning the surrounding area before relief gripped her heart. Hazel was tugging at the sleeve of a tall man - a stranger! - hadn't Chess taught her better? Running over as fast as she could in her heels, she caught the tail end of her daughter's plea.

" - get my bread, please?" Hazel chirped, all bambi-eyed, her socks slipping down into her patent-leather Mary-Janes. Chess took her hand reproachfully, from where it had been pointing at the sodden bag of bread in the pond. Tugging her little girl against her side, Chess fought not to appear extremely cross.

"Baby, you can't wander off like that." she said, the edges of her voice wavering with anxiety.

[plantgirlpops]

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Favorite guy 🥰 Sweetest, gentlest guy in the world no matter what aaaaanyone says 💖💖💖 @officialdiegorodriguez

[shatteredgossip]

@shatteredgossip: BREAKING NEWS. @shattereddiamondsband announce they have DROPPED @shatteredharper from the band. Effective immediately.

[diegogtratty]

eepy ramble time

[daniigh0ul]

welcome to chapter 3 !!! i stole AFI's love like winter for this post. i alsot should acknowledge that 'fruit bats' is a real band with a very different vibe from the fictional fruit batz lol :) if there are any typos, no there aren't.

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transcript includes the wiki bio ! wiki psd can be found here

transcript:

Tati arrives around 4PM at the Copperdale library to meet Diego.

TATI: Hi. DIEGO: Hey. A short but awkward silence follows. TATI: So...what do you know about vampires? DIEGO: Not much...but I do know where a lot of them live. Have you heard of Forgotten Hollow? TATI: Yeah! Have you heard of Fruit Batz? They're my favorite band! My boyfriend doesn't like them--more of a BMTH fan. But, anyway! Their frontman Caleb Vatore is from there. DIEGO: Oh yeah, Fruit Batz! I love their second album 'bloodsuckerz'. Too bad Caleb quit after that. TATI: Oh my god yeah. He's basically a recluse now from what I've heard. DIEGO: The only thing I remember about him was that he was like, an out-vampire? Like he didn't hide that he was drinking plasma. TATI: Yeah! He was so punk rock for that. My favorite song was 'Love Like Winter'. Have you heard it? DIEGO: No. TATI: I have to show you it. One sec. [gif of caleb and his band mates performing Love Like Winter (a real song)] it's in the blood, it's in the blood i met my love before i was born he wanted my love, i taste of blood he bit my lip, and drank my war DIEGO (laughing): That hair sure was a moment. TATI: I'm sure you've had a few questionable hair choices. DIEGO: What? This beautiful shag? Never! TATI: OK you have to see his hair at the end of his career (furiously googling) DIEGO: OK, I know about their manager Miss Hell and the messy break up--who is 'Vladius Strod' and why is he mentioned!? TATI: Huh. I think this is new. Vladislaus Straud IV...

cw: implication of murder/violence

vlad's wiki bio

Count Vladislaus "Vlad" Straud IV (birthdate unknown), renowned musician and entrepreneur is the descendant of Count Vladislaus Straud I. His ancestor immigrated with a settling party and founded what became Forgotten Hollow. It remains a mystery what happened of the settlers, though there are many contested theories. Vlad is known for his charitable donations toward the Forgotten Hollow Symphony and his inheritance of his father's company Vladislaus Hardware.

Vlad was a notable organist on SNL in the 1980s. However, after an incident on Sims Night Live, he walked off set and never returned. It is unknown what triggered the incident nor is it known what happened to Miss Hell, that night's host, whom mysteriously disappeared for two weeks afterward.

His most recent public appearance was in a rare interview with The Copperdale Times in 2010. It was much discussed in online forums and Social Bunny, but he has not made an appearance since then. When asked about the SNL incident, or his relationship with former Fruit Batz band member Caleb Vatore, he laughed it off.

Notably, Vatore and Straud had a duel (as is vampiric custom) at sunset. Straud won, and now the Vatores hold a grudge against him. There is much speculation that the reason for this duel has to do with their differing beliefs about feeding on Sims.

Vlad is a well-known advocate for vampirism and is an out and about vampire. He believes it is the right of the vampire to feed on Sims as it is the right of the Sim to eat meat. When asked to clarify his position on consent of the Sim, he scoffed.

In the 1990s, Vlad was detained and arrested on suspicion of murder. A young man's body was found in the alley dumpster behind the well-known gay bar Martini. The young man had two bite marks on his thigh. It made international news when Vlad was acquitted of all charges.

DIEGO: There's been FOUR of them? I thought vampires were immortal... TATI: Hm. Do you think we should send Vlad an e-mail? Maybe an interview with him would be good for research? DIEGO: Yeah. I'll ask Mr. Flowers about it tomorrow. What better way to learn about a culture than from someone apart of it. TATI: Oh shoot. It's almost 7. My turn to make dinner. Gotta go! Let me know what Mr. Flowers say! DIEGO: Yeah! See ya! DIEGO (softly): Shit. Tati is out of earshot and on her way to her rusty truck and does not hear this.