#thread: diego

[sassa-fiske]

who: @bigmandiego where: tri delt valentine's party when: during spin the bottle

She thought it couldn't get worse than Charlie. She had genuinely thought it couldn't get worse - and to be fair, Diego may not have been worse than Charlie when comparing them directly, but Sassa had more thought the night couldn't get worse. And then she took her turn for spin the bottle, only for it to land on Diego Fuentes.

Someone or something had a sick sense of humor - because surely Sassa hadn't done anything so bad to deserve this.

Flashing a smile at Diego as she passed by, almost crossing into the territory of being more of a baring of her teeth as her jaw clenched down from irritation, she flounced by him into the closet, not waiting to see if he was following. Maybe he wouldn't and then she could use the seven minutes to get herself off since god only knew it wouldn't be happening now.

#diego ......... i am so sorry #event: valentine's day #thread: diego #diego06

[n8-shaw]

who: @bigmandiego​ when: after swimming practice saturday morning, oct 1 where: locker room for the pool

Nate and Diego had both missed practices in the past couple days, thanks to the cops pulling them in for further questioning. There were very few things Nate would be okay being grouped in with Diego - actually it may be zero things. Either way, this definitely wasn’t one of them. Since they had missed a practice, their coach had made them stay after late that morning, swimming extra laps to make up for it. After their extra practice, both boys retreated to the locker room, silence between them rather than the normal raucous laughter that filled the place at the end of a practice. Nate had his back to Diego, not bothering to converse or even look towards him, drying himself off in a sullen silence. When he turned back around, he saw Diego’s eyes flash towards him, a sneer briefly coming over Nate’s face. “What?” he said, already having distaste for the captain of the team - his irritation was just heightened with having been called back to speak to the officers. 

#thread: diego #diego01

[thursdaygrl]

closed starter for @musingmixtape

"You're pissed off at me." It was all of a sudden that Diego could see it clearly as they made their way outside of the restaurant, leaving from out the alley to the private parking lot to avoid the few paparazzi that were undoubtably in wait. His hand encircled Vera's arm to stop her from walking, his brows furrowing. "Come on, talk to me. What's wrong? I promise I can fix it. And if I can't I can buy you something more filling than the bullshit tiny plates they served in here." He said, trying to offer the olive branch, so to speak. He loved his fiancé, but he couldn't help but instinctively worry that she wasn't as excited for him landing this show as he wanted her to be.

#diego threads. #diego feat. vera #musingmixtape #let the drama beginnnn

[teaganweatherford]

who: Diego Castro @diegoocastro where: The Weatherford Residence

Growing up in East Haven had given Tegan a bit of a 'head start' on learning about the people in town and what they were good at. It was a trait she'd inherited from her father - always have someone you can contact to help with nearly anything - and while that had stood true for him for several years, the people of East Haven sadly grew older and most of his resources had passed throughout the years. So, since Teagan was now in town, she'd been on the hunt for someone that could help her with some small projects around the house. Nothing too major as she knew her father hated change, but she wanted to do something to surprise him for when he came home; and the first thing on her list was renovating the old shed behind his home. She'd gotten word through the street that Diego was good at helping with this stuff, and after some thought, a few days of playing phone tag and such, Diego pulled into the driveway of Teagan's father's house, and from the front porch Teagan greeted him with a wave. "Afternoon, Mr. Castro." she smiled, taking the few steps off the porch so she was standing in front of him. "Thank you for coming out here; how are you with sanding and painting?" she questioned. "Maybe even complete remodel, but, I think we can settle for just a sand and fresh coat of paint at least."

#teagan x diego #diego thread; 001

[hazalxalpman]

starter for @diegoocastro

location: maple hills park

With Beyza resting still, the last thing she wanted her sister to do was worry about her son, Devrim. So, being a good sister, Hazal decided to meet up with Devrim and Diego at the park. The brunette had packed a few snacks but figured they would take him out for ice cream after he was done playing. "Hey, Diego," she smiled as she approached him at the bench he was sitting. Hazal looked up to spot her nephew, giving him a large grin and dramatic wave before she moved to sit next to Diego. "Looks like he is having a good time."

#hazal senkan || threads #threads || w. diego castro

[parkerxcampbell]

starter for @diegoocastro

location: access athletics

Parker had been coming to box with Diego since he had taught her a few months back. The stress relief involved in the boxing sessions were something that the brunette had very much needed. When Parker exited the locker room, she spotted him once more. "Ready for that drink?" She offered to him, "I feel like I owe you for all these sessions you've had with me," and certainly a single drink wasn't going to cover it but it was a start.

#parker campbell || threads #threads || w. diego castro

[emrexerbay]

starter for @diegoocastro

location: aquatica

Having started dating Beyza officially on Valentine's Day, the man thought it was only right that he continue to get to know Diego. The other was the father of Beyza's son. "They both love the aquarium," he chuckled, watching his daughter Seyda followed by Devrim run up to the penguin viewing window. "I think when we first moved here, Seyda begged me to come here just about every day and it was actually to see Beyza," he laughed softly with the remembrance. "She loves seeing her in the mermaid form."

#emre erbay || threads #threads || w. diego castro

[coffee-and-uhg]

Diego Luna in Tank Tops: An Important Thread

#diego luna #an important thread #look at me on my sh*t again

[blushdrunks]

"you're worrying me, baby. are you okay?" / @whileurmine

#whileurmine #con: isabel romero. #thread: isabel & diego.

[henrybly]

There had been a number of times when he’d climbed these stairs for other reasons, fueled by a desire to slip his tongue into a certain lead singer’s mouth. With, you know, other appendages also slipping into other orifices to put it crudely. Those times, he’d flirted with the notion that it was a bad idea, which was a sentiment that, right now, he wished he’d given more attention to. Maybe if he had, they would never have been in this situation, Henry pounding up stairwell after stairwell to Diego Rodriguez’s high rise apartment with no idea what he would find on the other side of the door. 

There was a sick feeling weighing heavily in his gut when he realised he could be too late. Not only because the flight here had taken about four hours, but because Diego had definitely got the jump on him and had created about a two hour window separating them both. Two whole hours before Henry had even known he’d gone. 

Breathing heavily, as he rounded the corner and began sprinting up yet another flight, he could still picture the way Poppy’s features had twisted in concern as she tilted her head at Henry and gently told him, “He flew back home.”

Poppy hadn’t seen reason to worry, but maybe she hadn’t heard Diego properly. What he’d said to them. She’d been there though, during sound check when Henry and Diego had been awkwardly sitting at opposite ends of the room, Henry sending furtive glances over to the other man then quickly letting his eyes dart away whenever he looked back. That wasn’t like him at all; Henry was usually direct and to the point, never coy. But he was avoiding Diego, or perhaps Diego was avoiding him. The specifics didn't actually matter, because Harper had of course decided to increase the awkwardness by tenfold and make yet another one of her snide remarks. Truthfully, Henry couldn’t even remember exactly what she’d said, but he remembered watching Diego flinch and Poppy tense up and Michael start laughing as if the whole thing was amusing to him. What had followed had been an argument that Henry had tried his best to stay out of, energy reserves drained to the point of him receiving confused looks from Poppy when he refused to step in and play the mediator as usual. He regretted that now, especially with the image of Diego’s hurt face still playing in his mind, as their frontman stared at all of them - not Poppy, never Poppy - and informed them, “Guess you’d all be better off without me then.”

The words had prompted Henry’s own breath to catch in his throat but all he could do was sit uselessly at his keyboard, frozen, as Poppy sprang into action and chased after Diego. Eventually, he’d had the wherewithal to turn to a cackling Harper and Michael and narrow his eyes at them. 

“You guys are assholes,” he’d said, simply, before getting up and leaving. At least that had shut them up for the time being and he could see the shock registering on their faces as he passed them by. Quiet, placid Henry did not call his bandmates assholes. 

After two hours of pacing in his hotel room and drafting text after unsent text to Diego, trying as best as he could to not think too hard about the other man’s words, he’d gone to find Poppy. 

“How is he?” he’d asked her, expecting her to sweetly reassure him, because he’d managed to convince himself that his worry had been misplaced. That was he was overreacting in an uncharacteristic display of illogical behaviour. All that calm flew out the window when Poppy winced and gently informed Henry that Diego had flown back home. 

At once, Henry’s blood ran cold. He could feel the colour draining from his face as he stumbled backwards, knowing it must have alarmed Poppy when he barely reacted after his back slammed into the wall behind him. Heart racing, he allowed Diego’s last words to play over in his memory again. 

Guess you’d all be better off without me then. 

Diego’s voice shifted a little in his mind. 

You’d be better off without me, Hen. 

He hadn’t said anything to Poppy after that, had turned away from her in a way he’d never have before. And so transpired the next single most anxiety-inducing four hours of Henry Bly’s life. He’d sat on the flight back to New York, picturing Diego alone in his apartment and thinking of all the things he could be doing right now as a man who thought the rest of the world would be better off without him. As he jiggled his leg on the flight, erratic little twitches coursing through his body and probably alarming the pretty air stewardess who evidently recognised him if the way she batted her lashes at him were anything to go by, all Henry could think was that he might be the one to find him. He’d have to be the one to tell Poppy, wouldn’t he? And Diego’s parents?

He’d thrown up in the airport bathroom as soon as the plane touched down at JFK, which was a five minute affair that ate into his time even more. His taxi driver apparently wanted to talk about their music but Henry bluntly ignored him, instead choosing to let his fingernails dig into the palms of his hands until they broke through the skin in bloody, crescent-shaped marks. Remembering how to breathe seemed like an inane thought at that moment, but he tried to focus on that anyway, whole body trembling as he forced himself to reckon with the idea that he’d caused this. Harper and Michael hadn’t. They’d just been pulling their usual shit, but Henry had been the one to push Diego away after the other man had opened up to him, been vulnerable with him. 

Henry had been too wrapped up in not wanting Diego to turn out like Stefan that he’d inadvertently pushed him to, what? Be just that?

Nausea warred with him again. Thankfully, the cab had pulled up outside Diego’s apartment so he didn’t have to fork out extra cash for throwing up over the leather upholstery. Throwing more bills than necessary into the front seat, he climbed out and raced inside, bringing him to the present moment of reaching Diego’s door and hammering frantically on it. 

“Diego?” he shouted, voice cracking. When his knocks subsided, he stood back and waited, unable to keep track of what was seconds and what was minutes, only able to acknowledge that Diego was not opening the door. 

“No,” he whispered, terror clutching at his chest. He reached into his pocket to pull out his phone, unsure who to call first, an ambulance or his own father, when the door swung open and revealed Diego Rodriguez on the other side of it, bowl of half-eaten ramen in hand. 

Distantly, Henry could hear the clattering sound of his phone hitting the ground as it slipped from his fingers. He stared at the other man, blinking rapidly as if to make sense of the fact that he was standing in front of Henry, seemingly okay. Instinctively, his gaze dipped down to Diego’s wrists and there they were, clean and unmarked, albeit adorned with numerous leather and beaded bracelets. But not… cut. Broken. 

A wounded noise left Henry as he took a step back, dangerously close to the stairwell. 

“You asshole,” he managed, voice hoarse. 

#thread: diego3 #diego

[xcestlavie]

full name . diego vincent montoya nickname(s) . mr . m , vince ( exclusive . doesn't like it being used ) age/birthday . 48 01/04 ( capricorn ) gender/pronouns . cis man he/him place of birth . san antonio , texas current residence . sun retreat , cape may sexuality . demisexual / romantic occupation . aspiring author/owner of atlantic book company

aesthetics . swallowing down your stubborn pride, newspapers draped across half eaten breakfasts, a clinging scent of whiskey and chocolate chip cookies

physical .

height . 5'11" build . not a dad bod but not super fit , just falls into the category of average with a questionable diet . hair color / style . brunette with signs of it graying with his age . eye color . brown face claim . pedro pascal

mentality .

positive traits . loyal , soft spoken , creative . negative traits . harsh , passive aggressive , prone to worry , critical .

biography .

( tw . brief mentions of parentification & death )

born to immigrant parents in south texas diego never once counted himself as lucky . he's the eldest of four and a victim of parentification , it's not to say he didn't / doesn't love his siblings he just wished he got a little more than he did growing up . david strove to prove he was worth his weight in school always aiming for high grades and being hyper critical when he didn't reach his own standards .

diego found great joy in creating worlds and shaping lives , he started really writing when he was in middle school and submitting things outside of the south texas area when he was in high school . high school was gone in a flash with nothing notable happening and he was off to college in austin before he could really wrap his head around how quickly his youth was flying by him . he kept to himself most of his college career only finding himself forming a relationship with a female classmate his last semester , it was a kind of ' aha ! gotcha ya ! ' moment when she fell pregnant and diego found himself going outside of his degree to take care of his new small family .

he found his relationship with her dissolving at twenty-five and by the time his daughter was three he was out of her life and living in port aransas . at twenty-nine he'd saved enough money to get out of texas and his father passing ( and an inheritance ) secured his ability to open a bookstore and buy a house , cape may was something he'd heard about in college from a classmate and it seemed like a good place to make a home . he's been living in cape may for eighteen years now and doesn't really have any plans on moving .

head canons .

is close to his brother and sisters and calls them every weekend . still holds some resentment with his mom and calls her once a month . always late to everything and will make it known when he wants to leave and tends to leave early . doesn't really like parties . has a book club every other wednesday when the store closes called CAPE READERS , it often dissolves into a gossiping circle with diego sipping away at punch and finding amusement in the whole thing . has a fish named baxter . wants a better relationship with his daughter just never knows how to approach it , so he just goes with ' hope your doing well ' , birthday , and holiday texts . he has a loose friendship with his ex . marriage is an idea he never felt comfortable with , any kind of romantic relationship isn't something he'd ever felt comfortable with . in his head he's adopted his employees and will help them while asking few questions . sometimes forgets to eat or just picks at his food . smokes like a chimney . has notebooks and notebooks of stories he doesn't feel are right . doesn't sleep nearly enough and always has coffee brewing at the bookstore free to the the customers that ask .

extras .

playlist . pinterest . connections .

#cape.intro #&& . dmontoya ; a capacity for self-loathing ( answered . ) #&& . dmontoya ; he didn’t know what he was doing ( meme . ) #&& . dmontoya ; ticket to nowhere ( task . ) #&& . dmontoya ; he feels everything so strongly or not at all ( musing . ) #&& . dmontoya ; was that today? ( thread . ) #&& . dmontoya ; his eyes are classic novels and poetry ( visage . ) #&& . dmontoya ; stay curious ( text . ) #&& . dmontoya ; a hymn for the hymnless ( music . ) #&& . dmontoya ; alone in my head ; i am content to pretend ( study . ) #[ does the index finger thing ] if you wanna join diego's book club let me know uwu #also if you see a mistake no you didn't #basic blurb is basic #can these tags go on any longer??

[mastcrmiind]

@mcrcki ; diego and victoria: Characters wander in to a giant feast, long empty tables piled high with food, with chairs much too high for anyone human to sit in.

diego didn't want to be stuck here with her, he wanted to go find bree again and get out. "that's not very helpful." he spoke, glancing up at the food on the tables.

#diego;threads

[thefvrious]

@musemuseum sent 🎄 💋 to kiss bodhi under the mistle toe

Bodhi figured he'd have to beg Diego to come along to the little holiday party Bodhi's boss was throwing, but that was not the case. Color him pleasantly surprised when Diego said yes. Color him thoroughly surprised when Diego shows up on time to pick him up. "Here, I brought you a sweater." Bodhi says, thrusting an ugly Holiday sweater at the other man. The ride is relatively quiet and one of the first things Bodhi does, because he's dramatic as fuck and hung them himself, is drag Diego right underneath one of the mistletoe. "Well?" He says, blinking and grinning. Then Diego is kissing him, and Bodhi melts against him, hand to his chest. "Wow... I don't know what I expected tonight, but it wasn't any of this. You must be desperate for brownie points."

#bodhi stone ~ thread #bodhi x diego #musemuseum

[wesleyxjames]

starter for @diegoocastro

location: maple hills mall

"Who all do you need to buy for today?" Wesley questioned Diego, opening up the door to the local mall in Maple Hills. Though he tried to get his shopping done early, there were times in which that wasn't always feasible. "I've got a few people on my list, but definitely still have to think of a few ideas for some others," he admitted, as some people tended to be more difficult to buy for, for one reason or another.

#wesley levitt || threads #threads || w. diego castro

[julietaxalvarez]

starter for @diegoocastro

location: family fun center

Julieta had not seen her ex-brother-in-law for a few weeks now, so she didn't turn down the opportunity when he invited her out to go to the Family Fun Center with his son. Though kids were far from the woman's cup of tea, she had enjoyed the young kid because he was related to Diego. She had Enrique had talked about kids and there had been a time in which she thought she had wanted them, but she didn't see herself with kids anymore. "Hey, stranger," she smiled at Diego as she met up with him outside, "and Dev," Julieta ruffled the young boy's hair gently, "ready to have some fun?"

#julieta alvarez || threads #threads || w. diego castro

[demongemz]

Then we could all just laugh until I cry. ( diego ) @daydrcamings

“I suppose laughing until we cry is something that we can use in this crazy life” Carlos mused he was glad to see more of his original family popping up, he’d missed them so deeply, and with how weird things had gotten with the revel of his birth parents he didn’t want to think about that version of his life at this moment. He wanted to be free to still be Carlos Alvarez for a little while longer. “How are you doing Diego? I’ve missed you”

#c: daydrcamings || Diego #Carlos || Threads