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. ｡:゜★｡ Hey, Is That Radcliff's Very Own FRESH FACE ? Yup, I'd Recognize

. ｡:゜★｡ hey, is that radcliff's very own FRESH FACE ? yup, i'd recognize ANGEL LOZANOS’ face anywhere. if you twisted my arm and asked me to describe them, i’d say they’re incredibly FERVENT, NIHILISTIC, RELIABLE, and RESENTFUL, and they always seem to be carrying around a SECOND-HAND WALKMAN COVERED IN STICKERS for some reason. kind of weird, right ? when they hit play on their walkman, you just know it’s CHANGES by DAVID BOWIE tickling their eardrums ——— a creature of habit, maybe ? they have the same peculiar energy as CONFESSING THEIR LOVE ON MIRROR MESSAGES, SHARPIE PAINTED NAILS STRUMMING ON A BASS, GOING ON A RADTRIP AND REFUSING TO LOOK AT A MAP BECAUSE THEY KNOW WHERE THEY'RE GOING, & BREAKING THE SPINE OF A BRAND NEW BOOK and work at scratch that with all the other losers. shit ! that’s them … i guess they’re about to clock in for their dreadfully long shift. well, good luck to ‘em.

𝟎𝟎𝟏 . 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒

name: angel lozano dob: february 13th, 1959 zodiac: aquarius sexuality: chaotic bisexual likes: playing bass, david bowie, getting lost in a good book, the smell of a bonfire, skateboarding, comic books ( anything spider-man ), seeing kindness in other people, acting first and thinking later, collecting records and listening to them while laying on the ground, horror movies, coffee with way too much sugar, waking up for an early run, and talking back to authority figures. dislikes: the ocean, spiders, people who stop walking in the middle of the street, being lied to, silent movies, the color orange, when people say he's "too young" to do something, when they double check his work, people who crack their knuckles.

𝟎𝟎𝟏 . 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

( tw: mentions of illness )

𝑰𝑻 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑺 summer 1958, when a doe-eyed girl in a summer dress meets a boy two years her senior at a rock show. freshly graduated at the top of her class and a month away from going to her dream school, surely she's too smart to fall for a guy in a band --– no matter how many love songs he throws her way. they meet up after the show, she takes him to the best places in town and he tells her stories about his life on the road. they laugh harder than they have in years. he tells her she’s pretty and she thinks he’s being ridiculous. when they kiss, it feels like magic, the kind people spend their entire lives trying to put into songs. when he asks her to run away, she says yes.

𝑺𝑰𝑿 𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑯𝑺 into the honeymoon phase, she’s staring at a pregnancy test in the bathroom of a denny’s. she cries in front of the broken mirror because, although she’d always dreamed of being a mother, this was the wrong time with the wrong guy. come february 1959 she’s holding an 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑳 in her arms. the baby is welcomed into a world of rock n’ roll, his father is too busy chasing a dream to properly care for his family, he tells her to be patient because “ everything will be worth it once he gets his big break. ” they bounce between cheap motel rooms and an old volkswagen van, every night he comes home drunk or high or mixture of both. it shouldn’t have been a surprise when she packed up her bag and left him with a baby and a note.

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑾 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑮𝑶 𝑶𝑵 ! the musician continues to chase his dream, often pawning his son off to a roadie or the teenage girl working the merch table. the kid grows up in bars and small venues, he learns how to strum a guitar before he can read, “ there’s nothing any school can teach you that you can’t learn on the road, kid. ” when he turns seven he asks if he has a mom, his father ignores it, waves him off and finishes what’s left of his beer. when angel asks again the lie comes naturally, “ she’s dead. complications during childbirth, you know ? ” it stings but he doesn’t understand why, is it possible to miss something you never had ? at eleven he starts earning his keep, he helps the band set up for shows and tunes their strings for a few extra bucks. the money he earns is spent on books, ones he reads on the side stage as his father plays until his fingers start to bleed. the band does well enough to gather a following but not well enough to pay the bills. the promises never stop coming, “ move to los angeles and you’ll get signed ! ” said one producer, “ go to seattle and we’ll submit your demo, ” said the manager. his life turns into a string of ‘almost’, the life he’d been taught to want always at his fingertips but never within reach.

𝑻𝑬𝑵 𝒀𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑺 𝑮𝑶 𝑩𝒀, angel is now twenty-three and his patience is wearing thin. now a man with hopes and dreams of his own, the power struggle begins. they fight almost nightly, mostly over money and on the bad nights where neither of them can hold their liquor angel calls him a piece of shit father. he retaliates by blaming him for his failures because if he didn’t have a kid to take care of he’d be in hollywood right now. it goes on like that for two more years, until the day he finds the letters hidden in the inside pocket of his father’s beloved fender. letters from woman asking to hear about her son. she mentions the money she’s sent over the years to make sure her baby boy is taken care of ( money he suspects had been snorted by the person meant to protect him. ) a fight erupts outside of the van he called home. and when words don’t seem to be enough, fist start flying. betrayal burns his insides as he packs his bags and takes off in the middle of the night

𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑳 𝑰𝑺 𝑹𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑳𝑰𝑭𝑭 ? that small town in indiana turns out to be his mother’s hometown. with less than 40 dollars and a whole lot of luck, he knocks on the door and is greeted by a pair of brown eyes that mirror his own. he learns that she worked as a teacher but has been on leave since her diagnosis ten months ago. metastatic melanoma. at first, the words sound like gibberish, but as her smile falters and she begins to explain, angel’s world falls apart again. their time together is limited but if there’s one thing the boy knows how to do, it's adapt. he takes a job at the local record shop. after lifetime of running with the wind, he finally has a reason to stay put.

𝟎𝟎𝟑. 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

* one of the kindest souls you'll ever meet. you probably wouldn't guess that by looking at him with a cigarette always tucked behind his ear while he looks up at the world from behind a book. he's reserved by nature but it doesn't take much to make a friend out of him. * he has a weird relationship with music, in many ways rock n' roll was his first love, there's a notebook under his pillow filled with songs and melodies inspired by his life on the road. on the other hand, music was the thing that ruined his life. it's the reason he never got a proper education, why he had to grow up at a young age, and the thing that was eating his father alive. working at a record store is not his brightest move but he doesn't know how to do anything else. * the kind of friend you want in a crisis, he thinks facts and acts faster. loyal but never to a fault, it's something that has to be earned but once you do it you have a ride or die for life. * falls in love quickly but never for long, relationships in his world were always a temporary thing which was good because it meant he never got hurt. * after being lied to pretty much his entire life, angel has developed what most phycologist would call trust issues. it creates a lot of internal conflict because he's trusting by nature and always wants to see the best in people

𝟎𝟎𝟒. 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐒

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☁︎ the basics ! ☁︎

full name. indigo skye miller. nicknames. indi, innie. place of birth. radcliffe, indiana. age. twenty five. birthdate. 20 july 1956. ethnicity. white american. languages. english. zodiac. cancer. faceclaim. hunter schafer. gender + pronouns. transfemale + she/her. orientation. pansexual. style. huge fur coats that encompass her entire figure, knee high boots & tiny mini skirts, metallic flares, heart-shaped sunglasses, glitter haphazardly smeared over eyelids, baby pink tresses scooped into eccentric up-dos, a wardrobe overflowing with colour.

☁︎ the personality ! ☁︎

tropes. the stoner. cloudcukoo land. manic pixie dream girl. the mad hatter. the lover girl. positive traits. zany. benevolent. fantasist. composed. negative traits. languid. illogical. reckless. stubborn. likes. glitter. fashion. weed. the feeling when your sun hits your face for the first time when you step outside. daydreaming. dislikes. mean or close-minded people. dull colours. being rushed. astrology. cancer sun. aquarius moon. taurus rising. mbti. infp. moral alignment. chaotic good.

☁︎ the story ! ☁︎

born & raised in radcliff, indiana, indigo has never strayed far away from home. she comes from a tight-knit family of hippies, her mother & father raising her to have the same strong political ideologies (& the same drug habits!) although she no longer lives with them, they’re still super close and don’t live too far away

however, because of this, she always felt like a bit of an outcast growing up. her parents were constantly taking her out of school to go to rallies & when she was in class she was dressed super different to everyone else. however, this didn’t deter her and she embraced the difference - the absence of love from other people never bothered her when she was drowning in love at home!

she’s intelligent enough but had difficulty ‘’’applying’’’ herself at school because she constantly had her head in the clouds.. staring out the windows.. probably crushing on every1… she’s number 1 lover girl <3 (she was also constantly high but like… we move)

community college was talked abt but ultimately she just.. couldn’t decide what she wanted to do so instead started working at the local roller rink! & she was there until she got fired for letting a kid share her joint and he told his mom………… narc!!!!

she does a lil bit of dealing on the side but only to like friends/family she is not the towns supplier but if u want the good shit… hit her up! she has a baby pink grinder & scales & little pink baggies <3 <3 <3 princess weed :)

so like… she hasn’t really had a hard life but is ultimately just very unmotivated & kinda lazy…

but she LOVES fashion!! and doing her make up!! she always is covered in glitter & sparkles and wears big coats and tiny skirts and just looooves getting dressed up it’s her fave way of expressing herself! she took the flower child look and said okay but what if it was sparkly :)

she is a VERY good friend tho!! like to a fault she will be your ride or die even if she’s just met u nd she is very good at listening and giving advice (even tho half of it doesn’t make sense!!)

she loves the stars!!! nd astrology!! and she reads everyones horoscopes as soon as they clock in for a shift… sorry.. also loves crystals & wears a moonstone necklace :) and will give crystals as little presents here and there as guiding gifts

but ultimately like, she is the stoner 4 a reason…. that girl can SMOKE! nd part of it is an escape bc like… she lowkey hates the evil nd injustice in the world & wants to get away… this girl lives in cloud cuckoo land idk what u want me to say…

she is just a little angel rainbow princess w a penchant for the devil's lettuce <3

☁︎ wanted connections ! ☁︎

i mean the obvious is smoking buddies... ppl she sells to.. that kind of vibe

exes, flings, ppl she crushed on at school, ppl she crushes on now - that girl looooves to love!

maybe someone she goes to rallies with!! political friend <3

some 1 who will let her dress them up and do their make up <3

ppl she gets in 2 trouble with!!! adventure buddies :)

idk im running out of steam guys whatever 2 heck u wanna do ill do it <3

☁︎ extra links ! ☁︎

PINTEREST // MUSE // AESTHETICS // REFLECTIONS

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｡:゜᪤｡ hey, is that radcliff's very own poser ? yup, i'd recognize césar miguel castillo’s face anywhere. if you twisted my arm and asked me to describe them, i’d say they’re incredibly charming, leery, adroit, impulsive, and they always seem to be carrying around a very full keychain for some reason. kind of weird, right ? when they hit play on their walkman, you just know it’s abuso de autoridad by three souls in my mind tickling their eardrums — a creature of habit, maybe ? they have the same peculiar energy as a toy you carried around everywhere when you were little ; quivering your upper lip in disgust ; a swear word escaping your mouth mid argument ; lying to your own mother ; the sound of a nearby train passing and work at scratch that with all the other losers. shit ! that’s them … i guess they’re about to clock in for their dreadfully long shift. well, good luck to ‘em ...

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⋆. hometown : terlingua, texas. d.o.b : august 1, 1957. age : twenty-six. pronouns : he / him. scratching that for + than a year & a half. fc : taylor zakhar perez.

⋆. the true main suspect in a horror movie, maybe the ginger snaps itself. or just… richard cameron from dead poets society. perhaps heather duke from heathers ? oh, as a song ? i started a joke by the bee gees… and private eyes by daryl hall & john oates is on queue, for sure.

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hobbies, skills, habits, talents, mannerisms :

likes to learn things for its own sake and to show off to other people ; pulls the hair on his nape when stressed or anxious ; know too many party tricks ; rolls a perfect blunt ; draws a perfect square with no ruler ; had a horse as a pet ; knows how to play bass ; is his brother’s sponsor at NA ; certified liar ; speaks spanish and spatim (spanish + latin, made by him and his brother&sister) fluently ; college dropout (and he does not miss law) ; great driver ; is allergic to bees.

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what is césar’'s fav perfume ? andron for men by jovan + obsession by calvin klein.

what items can be found in césar’s pockets ? big ass keychain, a pocket knife, a funky looking lighter, sticking-plaster scooby-doo themed.

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he’s always saying : “actually, this has nothing to do with me” \ “yeah, well, believe me or not, that’s your choice to make” ;

lie most likely to tell : everysingleone “yeah, i’m pretty sure i told you that, like, days ago” \ “sure, but the thing is… i heard this rumour…”

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Standing 6'5" tall, this tanned skinned man has piercing hazel eyes, long eyelashes, small lips, small ears and thick eyebrows. His short hair is black, wavy, sometimes un-styled, and his seven o'clock shadow is often making an appearance.

He has long legs, a slender neck, defined abs, and lots of body hair. He has a tattoo on the palm of his hands and another on his left thigh. A particularly notable feature is his crooked smile and expressive eyes. He has a noticeable scar on his shoulder;

He often wears nice, fitting clothes that are mostly colourful; black, blue, red and green are easy finds in his wardrobe. He is usually seen wearing a chain necklace with the letter M, or a rosary, dark boots and a (broken) watch on his wrist.