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[hhalfdoomed]

closed for roy harper // @haltedhopes​ !

it’s funny, almost, how everything tends to fall apart in moments when it absolutely shouldn’t; and so when there is a line of people by the door of the diner, it somehow doesn’t come as a surprise. once more, for good measure, dick checks his phone to make sure this is the right location, and then he has to very ungracefully squeeze his way through. he’s certain he can hear some complains while he does, but honestly, at this point, it matters to him very little because of two things. one, he’s starving, and two, he’s most definitely late. eventually, after having to turn around and look around the room, he finally spots who he is looking for, practically throwing himself on the seat across from the other. “i know i’m late, and i’m sorry, i could make up an cool excuse but i’m just back at not getting distracted and forgetting things.” dick raises his hands in surrender, leaning back against the chair. “hi. i am actually sorry.” 

[gxnetoosoon]

CLOSED STARTER || @haltedhopes​

Jo Harvelle x Dean Winchester 

Jo had been minding her own business, walking down the street, trying to get acquainted with the new place that she found herself. Memories of the life she had left behind were dancing behind her eyelids. She was so focused on them that when she saw him she almost thought she had imagined it. Jo was always a very confrontational and forward person. So it was no surprise to her that her feet carried her directly across the street, without looking for cars, until she was standing right in front of him. She studied him wordlessly, staring at him like he was some sort of enigma to her.  He looked like Dean, he walked like Dean, and yet something about him felt off to her. “Okay.” She said simply, as if that was enough of an explanation. “Now I know that I’m dreaming.”