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Dexter Hunt. Photographer. Belcrest Apartment. Twenty one.

[dakiaomine]

I won’t be Batman. Then don’t. Don’t be Batman or Robin. Be something else. Someone else.

[queensdexter]

bforley‌:

bo noted that the coffee shop wasn’t too crowded or loud, which was exactly what he expected since he had started his morning so late. cup in his hand while using the other to hold onto his bag. he found a small table with only two chairs, taking a seat in one and placing his bag in the empty seat across from him. pressing his lips to his cup, he took a swig before his nose scrunched up at the taste. “this coffee taste like..” he murmured, not even realizing he was speaking out loud. “pure ass.” 

Dexter couldn’t help but agree. Though he wasn’t a coffee enthusiast by any means he would get dismayed when his did not meet his standards and he would have try to not let it run his day at all. Caffeine was required if he needed to focus on working through his lenses and staying awake for his prints though if he much preferred consuming a healthier intake. That was hard to find in the city with how busy and non contemporative everyone was. With a sigh Dexter then nodded. “I would recommend getting the Earl grey instead. These people are exceptionally better with tea.” 

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rustysilver‌:

Rusty let out an audible sigh of relief, taking the lighter, careful not to snatch it, and hungrily sparking the cigarette in his hands. He took a deep, measured breath, exhaling slowly. Already beginning to feel a weight lift from his shoulders. He handed the lighter back with a grateful smile, leaning heavily against the wall behind him. He wasn’t sure he had seen the boy around before, but made a mental note to remember his face. He had taken the kindness of strangers for granted more than once, something he still felt guilty for. It only made sense to make up for that by finding a way to genuinely thank those who decided to help him now that he was sober. Now that he was able to appreciate the gesture. “I’m just a little stressed.” He explained, feeling suddenly self-conscious. “I don’t cope very well with boredom and… I just left a lecture that was ten minutes away from stealing my sanity…” He took another drag of smoke, holding up the cigarette as he exhaled again, drawing attention to it. “Thank you… You have no idea how much I needed this..” 

When someone mentions stress Dexter will think of all the moments where he had to perch in his photography dark room trying to browse through his captures and getting frustrated by how some of them had turned out. While the majority of his life he had always been the top of his class it doesn’t mean Dexter hasn’t struggled before. He wasn’t a team player and never took advice from anyone. He was easily bored by common principles and would rather spend his photography skills on the things he actually wanted to work on ignoring everything else. He isn’t good for things like college where he feels tied back. “Me neither. Wish there was an option to just ditch all of them without flunking my reps.” He said with soft laughter allowing his eyes to drift toward him then bringing them back up to the front. “No problem. You really look like you needed some relief. I’m Dexter. By the way. Wanna get out of here?” He offered. Might as well.

[pajaentrecolegas-archive-deacti]

Brenton Thwaites as Dick Grayson in Titans (2018 - present)

[queensdexter]

rustysilver‌:

Rusty let out a sigh, pulling a carton of cigarettes from the pocket of his sherpa jacket with the desperation of a drowning man. Sometimes he enjoyed class, but when the lecturer was a stand-in, a dull old woman who clearly would much rather be at home drinking her body weight in brandy, his mind began to wander, his attention slipped, which had proven to almost always be dangerous. He hated dwelling on his past, hated allowing himself to daydream about the very last time he got high. But it happened, and here he was, standing in the street, missing the last hour of his lecture because he couldn’t sit in a silent room, bored to insanity, without apparently longing for his drugs. He began to search for his lighter, the need for Nicotine growing as each moment passed. But he couldn’t find it. It wasn’t in his pocket, and after a hurried rummage through his messenger bag, he concluded it wasn’t in there either. “Hey-” He called, rushing to the nearest stranger who just happened to be walking by, feeling a little guilty for approaching them with obvious panic. “Please tell me you have a lighter-” 

Taking photographs of busy streets had been one of Dexter’s favorites for a while now. He loved how hectic the city was as in his opinion it could flare his muse to an extent where he didn’t want to stop taking snaps until he was tired out of his mind. Sure he also adored really huge sceneries but he thought they were starting to feel too common and he wanted something new as an artist. Capturing people’s expressions had taken his interest. He ran his hand through his hair then thinking if he should get a break for the day or continue on. He needed a smoke something to distract him from getting too fatigued. He started walking over to sit on the nearest pavement. He looked up though when he heard someone asking for a lighter. Dexter was already pulling out his as he sat down so it was a nice coincidence. “I do. Lucky for you.” He stated with a smirk as he put his cigarette down. He smiled and offered it to him. “Here. You look like you have a lot on your mind.” He said. He observed him quickly. He didn’t want to be rude.

[queensdexter]

mac-kenzieb‌:

Mackenzie tucked her hair behind her ears and smiled at the boy’s chuckles. The girl nodded and chuckled herself. “I guess that makes sense. I’d be a bit creeped out if some guy came up to me and told me my dress was stuck in my butt.”, she said with a nod. The girl went over and gently whispered to the woman to fix her dress. The woman blushed and fixed it and thanked her before walking off. Kenz returned to Dexters side. “She was super sweet. I’m Mackenzie by the way.”, she said, holding out her hand. Handshakes were a bit old school, but they were at a fancy event, so why not keep with the times. “I like your red hair. Thats what I tried to get for mine, but it ended up a bit more orange.”, she smiled.

“Exactly.” Dexter laughed and shook his head. “She’d get even more embarrassed if a guy just went up there and told her probably. Though I do wonder how the hell did the dress get all up in there?” The photographer chuckled before his hand went through his tuxedo pockets. He contemplated whether to pull out his camera or settle back and enjoy the scenery. He was supposed to relax anyway. Not count back on his job or what he was supposed to do as a photographer. He needed to learn the art of getting loose. “Oh that’s great. Glad she didn’t get offended. Mackenzie is a pretty name. Pretty name for a pretty girl.” He couldn’t help putting on his charm. “I’m Dexter. Boring. I know.” He grinned when she complimented on his hair. “Oh thank you.... My hair is naturally brown but I wanted a little change a couple of years ago. It looks good on me so it’s staying. Probably for a long time. Your hair looks great though.” 

[queensdexter]

mac-kenzieb‌:

Kenzie was standing with a group of older people. They had been asking her questions about schooling and jobs and knackered on about what their lives were like when they were her age. The urge to turn around and walk away was strong but she was worried about coming off as disrespectful. It wasn’t that the group wasn’t nice, it was just that Kenzie wanted some company more in her age range. That was when she found her escape. A woman had come out of the bathroom with the hem of her dress tucked between her butt cheeks. She turned to the nearest person out of the group and whispered as she gestured to the woman, “should I tell her or will you?”

Dexter attended the party to donate some of his photographs that could be sold in exchange for a nice wad of cash. This wasn’t the type of event he would usually go to but the thought of free food and creating links managed to interest the redhaired boy altogether. He didn’t belong with the older people himself. Although they sounded invested in what he was trying to sell in terms of his work their other topics fell short to him. He decided to back away at last second only to find a lone girl commenting on someone’s unfortunate mishap. Dexter couldn’t help chuckling. His head shook from one side to the other. “I think it’d be inappropriate for me to do it. You should.” He commented idly and took a sip of his punch.

[queensdexter]

noah-stevens‌:

Noah had finally gotten all settled into his new apartment. He just needed to bring in one extra arm chair that he had forgotten to bring in. He was wondering how he was going to carry it in himself or even get through the door. He scratched his head momentarily as if to think of a solution but he was stumped. The armchair wasn’t that big but the difficulty was finding the right position to squeeze it in. He sighed quietly to himself. He should have hired movers instead of being so cheap. He had a couple of the male nurses he worked with help him with everything else he had brought but this one stupid thing was left behind. Stuck in his head he didn’t notice someone coming from around the corner, he figured that they were trying to make their way out of the building but he stopped them. “Hey..huh I need to ask a favor. Could you possibly help me move this chair into my apartment? I’m not sure I’m strong enough to pick it up by myself or clever enough to get it through the door here. I could take you out to dinner for your time of course.” 

Dinner with a complete stranger? That was a tempting offer for Dexter one he wasn’t sure if he would take given that he had so much work to finish tonight. With his editors demanding him to send his photos soon he had been quite busy himself. Though he guessed some time for a quick relaxation wouldn’t hurt at all. He ran his hand through his red hair and licked his lips. Debating only took a few seconds the next thing he knew he was already agreeing. Plus the guy was a total cutie. “I would love that. I haven’t prepared much dinner anyway.” He chuckled. He didn’t like wasting money and often he chose to eat instant foods. They weren’t healthy but they were all he could afford. He walked over to the chair and bent down. “Okay. I’m ready.” 

[kjapaland]

KJ Apa on Alex Fine’s IG.

[tylerposey]

[kendalsroy]

[queensdexter]

Dexter was a total lightweight that’s for sure. It took him only a couple of alcoholic shots to start buzzing and a few more before he found himself laying down in the sand. His red hair matted all over his cheeks and he looked up at the night sky. He could feel the thumps of the concert and people having fun at the bonfire next him. He didn’t care. His world was just spinning right now. He didn’t even want to move an inch. He let out a slight hiccup and closed his eyes. He was unaware of an approaching figure. “God....... Look at me. I’m so fucked up.” He said in a drunken slur.

[queensdexter]

hcnbcnns‌:

                AS MUCH AS HE’D NEVER come out with his own sexuality, hanbin had found himself full of insperation with his drawings and ideas for things. he was watching people around him enjoying themselves and he drew with what he had, smiling to himself. it had been so long since he’d felt at complete ease while outside with other people like this and he missed it. focusing on his drawing’s he smiles unaware there’s someone looming over him. 

Dexter played around with his camera. Huge social gatherings meant he would have the opportunity to capture a lot of memorable moments and the photographer felt like he was a bear in a field of honey. His redhair stuck out in the heat as he adjusted his lens and he made sure he would have the perfect stance for everything. He then noticed he was hearing noises that sounded like scribbling. He looked down and saw someone drawing. He offered an interested smile at him. “Whatcha drawing?” He asked. He put down his camera for now to be polite.

[kjapaland]

[queensdexter]

samanthcalcott‌:

There was almost a confounded jump when Sam’s foot landed on something that made a subtle, yet noticeable, crumpling noise. Lowering her gaze down, she noticed that it was a wallet—all abandoned on the arid ground. She bent down slightly to pick it up, taking a few seconds to ensure it wasn’t hers, then glancing around, trying to see if there was anyone who was looking for it. To no avail. She decided to approach the nearest person she could find, cautiously poking on their shoulder. “Uh, sorry, did you happen to drop this?” She raised the wallet, waving it around a bit. “Found it lying around here.” 

Dexter spun around when someone spoke to him. Blinking he ran his hands down his jeans to search through its pockets and found that he had dropped the wallet indeed. An apologetic smile appeared on his face as he smiled at the girl. “Yeah.. That’s mine. Thank you for that.” He said as he flashed a charming grin. “I should’ve been more careful. I tend to get a little hasty around this time.” He admitted.

[johnparri]

KJ Apa as Archie Andrews in Prom Night (Riverdale 3x20).

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