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A FEW YEARS AGO!!!!.. like… september 2015? like a month before my city con i found out she was going to be there and i hopped on my chance to meet her immediately. it was great. like i cant even describe it. i was in a shitty leia costume and half buns and she complimented my hair. my friend and i went and it was great and i cried

Two photographers in one space is probably one of the most life changing experiences you’ve ever seen. There’s always a photo to be taken. While the people around them are focused on what’s next or what happened, the photographer is observing what’s here. What does everyone feel? 

Bearing that in mind, you’ll find that most photographers have a camera attached to their face almost always… It’s hard to really catch a glimpse of the man/woman behind the shutter. Do they drink? Are they self conscious? Do they embrace the unknown same as you? Only the photos will tell.

@sepp-graywolf // @jaseminedenisephotography

Strange Recruit Part 3

here’s the 3rd part of Strange Recruit!
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“Hey, (Y/N). Wake up.” you heard as Spencer nudged you. You rustled around in the seat, you noticed that a jacket was over you. He must have thought you were cold.

“Yeah? I’m up.” you muttered. You felt the car begin to turn and then it suddenly stopped. The radio turned down.

“You never actually mentioned where I was supposed to be taking you.” he said. You sat up and pulled your jacket to a close.

“It’s because I don’t have anywhere to go. I knew that what I was doing was going to get me arrested. So I gave away everything I owned and left my apartment. I have nothing.” you said, trying to stifle your cry. He let out a long sigh.

“So, you’re telling me that all you own right now is what you’re wearing?” he said with slight annoyance. You bit your inner cheek.

“You’re correct.”

He swerved the car out of the parking lot and began to drive.

“What are you doing?” you asked as you grasped for the handle above the car door. He had to be speeding.

“We are going to my house.” he muttered, glancing at the rearview mirror.

“Why?” you asked.

“I might have a shirt you can wear until we get you some clothes.” he said, absently. Suddenly, you heard a loud screeching noise.

“Spence, watch out!” you yelled. You felt his arm throw in front of you as he pushed the brakes as hard as he could.

You were about half an inch away from the car in front of you. Spencer hadn’t moved his arm, which was still across you. He glanced at you, then at his arm, and began to move it away.

“What did you call me?” he said with his brows furrowed. You shook your head.

“I don’t even remember.” you muttered. You giggled to yourself. Spencer looked at you and began to giggle as well.

“It’s been a long day.” he laughed. You curled back up in the seat, you were luckily small enough to fit like a little baby in the seat.

When the car finally stopped, Your eyes fluttered open. You were in front of an old apartment building. My apartment is the second floor. It’s the third door on the left. You’ll know it’s mine because the door mat says my name on it.” he said as he handed you the keys.

“I know we just met, but there is something about you. It’s like, I’ve known you my whole life.” he said as he got closer to you. His hand brushed against your side in an attempt to pull you closer. He put a strand of hair behind your ear and he leaned forward to kiss you.

He stopped millimeters away from your lips. He stepped backwards.

“Inside my dresser are some shirts. You can dig in there and find one you like.” he muttered.

“There are a few things that I need to get from the car.” he said as he turned his back to you. You looked at him confused for a moment. Then, you began to walk toward his apartment. You thought about when he threw his arm in front of you. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks.

Were you falling for an FBI agent?

Originally posted by spencerreideuphoria

Originally posted by streetracenationclub