LONGING FOR YOU.

B E A S T B O Y ; BEASTLYGREEN garfield logan. ice cream master. beast boy. vibrant orange carpet with black stripes. running your fingers through the soft fur of a young puppy. the warmth of melted cheese and red sauce on top of a yummy, oven-baked crust. hard tracks of polyurethane wheels on asphalt roads.

[soups-art]

Casual Garfield

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[ scream ] my muse hears your muse scream and runs to them // @boomboombaby

Gar tumbles to the ground, landing on all fours, the sleeve of his uniform ripped and bloodied. His mouth fills with saliva as he rushes to get out of the way of the next blast of green light. The changeling doesn’t even know who he’s facing, since they blinded him with some kind of tear gas and now everything is nothing but fuzzy shapes in the darkness.

While mutant-crimes have gone down pretty significantly since things were rearranged as far as the Accords and Genosha, Gar has noticed that the ones that usually do happen are much more violent. There’s got to be something in the air, he thinks, dodging another blast while attempting to turn into some sort of rodent. There isn’t much of an offense to be played, when he can’t see his opponent, and he sort of wishes he was badass like Toph from Airbender, and could just kick butt while blind. If he were near water, he’d turn into a dolphin to hear their positions, and he doesn’t want to chance getting blasted out of the sky as a bat. Maybe a mole? 

He doesn’t have long to think before someone quite literally comes to his rescue. Gar really, really hopes it’s not Batman, because that guy scares the crap out of him, and he’s embarrassed around him enough. Before he knows it, from his position behind the dumpster he’s hiding behind, the faceless assailants are gone and there’s someone else in their place.

For a split second, the changeling recognizes that scent, and breathes and sigh of relief. “Tabs?” Gar takes green hands to wipe at his eyes, but to no avail. His vision doesn’t return and his sight isn’t anywhere to be seen. “That’s you, right?”

[artsyrosie]

Beast Boy with Raven’s powers in Teen Titans Go #24 Dec. 2005

[morememesforall]

word prompts compilation

complies THIS MEME // THIS MEME // THIS MEME

ADD ++ FOR REVERSE

[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention

[ wake ] for your muse to wake mine

[ cover ]  for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket

[ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc.

[ kiss ]  for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning

[ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair

[ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair

[ embrace ]  for your muse to hold mine

[ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room

[ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer

[ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger

[ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s

[ weep ]  for your muse to catch mine crying

[ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food

[ hit ] for your muse to attack mine

[ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance

[ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine

[ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap

[ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring

[ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually

[ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support

[ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm

[ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand

[ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did

[ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine

[ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap

[ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down

[ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away

[ dream ] for my muse to share dream with yours

[ nightmare ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare

[ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation

[ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury

[ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine

[ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger

[ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine

[ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine 

[ goodbye ] for my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye

[ secrets ]   my  muse  sharing/confiding  a secret

[ bloody ]   for your  muse  coming  to  my  muse  with  blood  stains 

[ drunk ]   your  muse  takes  care  of my very drunk muse 

[ bed ]  my  muse wakes up in  the  same bed as your muse with little  recollection  of  the  night  before

[ scream ]   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  runs  to  them

[ trail ]   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scars,  asking  them  about  it

[ piggyback ]   my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride

[ jump ]   my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs

[ carry ]   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house

[ lighter ]   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette

[ shot ] my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses for aid

[ wound ] my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten

[ fight ]   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else

[ arrest ]   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  

[ hospital ]   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened

[ betrayal ] my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them and  confronts  them  about  it

[ nude ] my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked

[ karaoke ]  for our muses to sing together

[ wet ]   your muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for my muse  to  join  them

[ crawl ]  for  your  muse  to  crawl  into  bed  with  mine .

[ flower ]  for  your  muse  to  offer  my  muse  their  favourite  flower

[ gift ]  for  my  muse  to  surprise  your muse  with  a  gift

[ homemade gift ]  for  my  muse  to  make  your muse  a  gift

[ bestow ] for your muse to give my muse a gift, bought or handmade ( bonus if you add what it is )

[ serenade ]  for  my  muse  to  sing  to  your  muse

[ caress ]  for  your  muse  to  gently  run  their  hand  down  my  muse’s  face

[ caught ]  for  your  muse  to  catch  my  muse  wearing  their  shirt .

[ love letter ]  for  your  muse  to  give  my  muse  a  love  letter  they  wrote  for  them

[ boop ]  for  your  muse  to  boop  my  muse  on  the  nose

[ date ]  for  my muse  to  ask  your  muse  to  go  on  a  date

[ confess ]  for my muse  to  confess  their  feelings  to  your  muse

[ sleepy ]  for  my muse  to  slowly  fall  alseep  on  your muse

[beastlygreenarchived]

@hulkout / @beastlygreen / @himbogoblin / @hesatool

[beastlygreenarchived]

[ text ] –– structurally speaking, laughing and crying are nearly identical, which makes it difficult to know which one to do in certain moments. + @ofcosmicwonder

(  ✉️→ d-d-donna ): is that kind of like the whole ‘burp or fart’ thing? like, sometimes you’re not sure where your gas is actually headed (  ✉️→ d-d-donna ): oh! or like when you think you’re gonna sneeze but it’s actually a yawn. aw man, those are the worst. like, you gear yourself up for the amazing relief of a sneeze and BOOM.  (  ✉️→ d-d-donna ): hopes and dreams dashed, all in the blink of an eye. or in the time it takes to yawn. whatever.

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[ text ] –– stop letting physics and immutable laws of nature hold you back. you can do whatever you set your mind to. //  @rictorscales​

( ✉️ → rictor rictor rictor ): i’m gonna set my mind to becoming a cat ( ... ) ( ✉️ → rictor rictor rictor ): mission accomplished. now what? ( ✉️ → rictor rictor rictor ): should i do a turtle?

[taggedmemes]

TEXTING MEME ⟶ WELCOME TO NIGHTVALE TWEETS ( 2012 / part two ) always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

[ text ] –– there is plenty of cause for alarm, many reasons to panic.

[ text ] –– don’t let the teeth thieves strike.

[ text ] –– geography is a lie, maps are propaganda. oceans and continents are just tools to divide us.

[ text ] –– would you rather grow five fingers from your forehead or have no fingers at all?

[ text ] –– the illuminati issued a public apology today. they declined to say for what.

[ text ] –– ask your doctor if you’re even real.

[ text ] –– can’t sleep? don’t know how? don’t believe in sleep? never heard of it? doesn’t matter, not anymore. not ever again.

[ text ] –– help control the pet population by having your dog or cat digitized and transcoded as an ai twitterbot.

[ text ] –– it’s a good thing we’re unconscious when we sleep.

[ text ] –– follow your heart. you’ll need it.

[ text ] –– look, don’t blame the moon. blame those that put it there.

[ text ] –– let the stars remind you how small you are.

[ text ] –– the average person befriends 8 insects a year.

[ text ] –– paint a picture. it’ll take longer.

[ text ] –– haha wtf is water?? all wet and clear but also blue lol crazy stuff man.

[ text ] –– your existence is not impossible, but it’s also not very likely.

[ text ] –– fight crime with pistols and/or telekinesis and/or fire.

[ text ] –– you’ve been gone for so long you think this is your real life.

[ text ] –– the ghosts aren’t going away until you give them what they want.

[ text ] –– when a person dies and no one will miss them, the mourning is assigned to a random human. this is why you sometimes just feel sad.

[ text ] –– please calm down. to be clear, there’s absolutely no reason why you should calm down, but please do it anyway.

[ text ] –– if you’re afraid of flying, consider this: you’re currently flying on a big melty rock with no exits and its safety record isn’t great.

[ text ] –– it is better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to open one’s mouth and let the spiders escape.

[ text ] –– the future is what you make it, just know your supplies are limited.

[ text ] –– cooking tip: blood.

[ text ] –– did you fall from heaven? ‘cause you’re still buzzing, you smell like rust and potatoes, and radiation levels are spiking.

[ text ] –– medical breakthrough allows surgeons to remove organs without blades, anesthesia, patient consent, or reason.

[ text ] –– confused? not sure what life means? irrational undirected hate can help.

[ text ] –– insomnia? try a glass of warm milk, deep breaths, and leaving your life to join the religiously-unaffiliated zealots out behind the big lots.

[ text ] –– ouija boards are twitter for ghosts.

[ text ] –– they created mathematics to keep us from knowing what the numbers really mean.

[ text ] –– pain is just pain entering the body.

[ text ] –– stop letting physics and immutable laws of nature hold you back. you can do whatever you set your mind to.

[ text ] –– wolves were invented when artists learned how to draw them.

[ text ] –– tip: lower your expectations.

[ text ] –– happy kill your doppelgänger day!

[ text ] –– ‘go big or go home’ so I chose the former and never left.

[ text ] –– structurally speaking, laughing and crying are nearly identical, which makes it difficult to know which one to do in certain moments.

[ text ] –– all the world’s a stage and all the men and women merely players, being watched by a silent, faceless audience, and we can’t leave the stage.

[ text ] –– some things are real, some are unreal, some are overly real.

[ text ] –– I scream, you scream, we all scream. we just keep screaming. no reason to stop screaming.

[ text ] –– tonight you will be visited by three ghosts. they’re all from the civil war era and want to know how iPads work. I gave them your name.

[ text ] –– shoutout to all the spiders hiding in dresser drawers.

[ text ] –– be the change purse full of blood and teeth that you want to see in the world.

[ text ] –– before you go gloating that the world didn’t end, just ask yourself: are you sure?

[ text ] –– ask your doctor if living decomposition is right for you.

[ text ] –– am I even me or am I just the sum of the microbes that live in me?

[ text ] –– ask your doctor if unlocking the memory of your death is right for you.

[ text ] –– it’s a dog eat dog world. it’s a cat eat map world. it’s a tarantula eat doritos world. it’s a goose eat staples world.

[ text ] –– no farm no howl.

[ text ] –– soon it will be 2013, after that 2014. after that the eternal wallowing, and then 2053.

[ text ] –– ask your doctor if the moon is causing all this.

[ text ] –– hail satan, rain demon.

[ text ] –– there’s no proof you exist, only evidence.

[beastlygreenarchived]

@hulkout @himbogoblin @beastlygreen

[aimeecarreros]

What I wanna be is a Titan.

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maidenxfmight​:

“Uh…” Kara weighed which member of the bat-family she would least like to fight. She really hoped it wouldn’t be Jason, or the Bat himself. (On second thought, Jason would find this absolutely hilarious). She was fast enough to out-fly just about any of them, but what they lacked in speed they made up for in tenacity and creativity.

She would have to skip the planet entirely, rebuild on Starhaven. There was enough unrest there to keep her busy, and not a single bat in sight. It wouldn’t be too bad, right? It always smelled like cinnamon rolls, and Alex might even be willing to come along. She was so good at starting over, anyway. What was one more time?

She reached forward, pressing lightly against the dent, something about pressing in the right way, possibly forcing the dent to undo itself and– there was a pop, and a new dent appeared.

“Ah! No, no no. They’re really gonna notice.” She stepped back, hands pressed to her chest. Of course she’d make it worse. “You’ve signed our death warrants, you know that, right? We’re going to have to go into Witness Protection, right as I was getting my career on track…”

.

Gar watched in horror, gritting his teeth when the dent spawned a new one. He wasn’t sure what he expected, really. The good ol’ Logan charm never ceased to amaze him, or failed to make an appearance. “This is their fault! They should have never trusted us with this!” Spinning around with wild arms, Gar pointed to his suit-covered chest, green skin tinged a brown-red, “Do I look like someone who can drive a car?!” Nervously, Gar stabbed at the dent with suddenly-gorilla hands, furry and green, the dent only worsening further with a sickening crunch.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god.” Stepping back from the vehicle entirely, Gar pointed to one of the corner cameras he was sure was hidden somewhere in the parking garage. “That wasn’t me! Er, us! It was a ghost. A new villain! Please don’t kill us?” Pouting, Gar looked to his friend, slowly putting a hand on her arm. “I call being Tim Drake. We’ll confuse them by using their names.”

[jamsmemes]

(     *     VALENTINE’S DAY PROMPTS   !    

send a symbol from your muse to mine.   add  ↪  for a reverse from my muse to yours !

🍳   :   cook breakfast in bed for my muse.

💝   :   give a box of chocolates to my muse.

🍿    :   watch a rom-com with my muse.

💐   :   give flowers to my muse.

👙    :   buy lingerie for my muse.

💌   :   leave my muse a card from a secret admirer.

🍽️   :   take my muse out for dinner for two.

❤️   :   give a gift to my muse.   (   specify.   )

🐶   :   surprise my muse with a puppy.

🐱   :   surprise my muse with a kitten.

💔   :   break up with my muse.

🏩   :   book a valentine’s trip away with my muse.

💍    :   propose to my muse.

🔥    :   flirt with my muse.

😳   :   confess your muse’s love to my muse.

😘   :   kiss my muse.

🐻   :   give my muse a valentine’s teddy bear.

💃    :   dance with my muse.

🚫   :   spend valentine’s day with my muse platonically   :   no partners allowed !

[beastlygreenarchived]

@himbogoblin @beastlygreen @hulkout

[jamsmemes]

(     *     VALENTINE’S DAY ALPHABET   !    

send some letters to find out more about my muse   !

A   :   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

C   :   CHOCOLATE.   does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

D   :   DATE.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

F   :   FLIRT.   is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

G   :   GIFT.   is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

H   :   HEART.   is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

I    :   I LOVE YOU.   does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

J   :   JEALOUSY.   does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

K   :   KISS.   is your muse a good kisser? why / why not? 

L   :   LOVE.   who does your muse love?

M   :   MOONLIGHT.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

N   :   NAUGHTY.   what is your muse like in bed?

O   :   ODE.   does your muse have a way with words?

P   :   PARTNER.   what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

Q   :   QUESTION.   would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?

R   :   ROMANCE.   is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

S   :   SWEETHEART.   did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

T   :   TRUE LOVE.   does your muse believe in true love?

U   :   UNREQUITED.   has your muse had their heart broken?

V   :   VALENTINE.   how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

W  :   WEDDING.   would your muse get married? why / why not?

X   :   XOXO.   does your muse use / like pet names?

Y   :   YOURS.   does your muse get protective easily?

Z   :   ZZZ.   how many people has your muse slept with?

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boomboombaby​:

/

“I can toss you into the fucking sun if that helps,” Tabitha said, soundly far too cheerful at the idea of it. Would she do it? The jury was out on that one. (The chances were heavily in favor of her following through at the slightest provocation.)

What else did she like to do? “Drink,” she said with a single shoulder shrug, trying not to force Gar to fall off her shoulder. It was funny though, he asked her if she liked ice cream and she had to think about it. Was there a flavor she liked — or was it just milk and sugar to her that made her want to sigh because it wasn’t anything else. “Peanut butter is pretty good. The ones with the chocolate cups in it.”  But then she frowned again. “Why do you fucking care anyway?”

Gar chirped happily, jumping from his position on her shoulder and back onto the bench beside Tabby. “We have some rum raisin? That’s sort of like drinking.” In the blink of an eye, Gar was back to his human form, grinning widely like a small child. “I work at an ice cream shop, uhduh.” 

Pulling out his phone, Gar opened an app, showing a printed ice cream logo on a vectorized newspaper. “See? The Scoop!” 

Cheeks heating, Gar shrugged, shoving his hands and phone into his hoodie pocket. “Thought maybe you’d wanna go get some? I get free ice cream whenever I go in.”

[crownedcams]

Okay, you’re uh… You’re awake.

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goinrogue​:

&

She wasn’t his mother. She definitely wasn’t his boss. Hell, she was barely his customer. She just wanted a double scoop of mint chip, sugar cone, chocolate sprinkles in the middle of January (hey, her hands were already gloved; her fingers could handle the cold), and she found the green-haired kid behind the counter going at the toppings bare-handed, and something kicked in. Maybe she’d been gone too long; her people skills had gotten rusty.

“Don’t ya have spoons for that sort of thing?” Rogue teased, looking from the perpetrator to the scene of the crime and back again. The green-haired kid. Who was he? They hadn’t met, had they? “I don’t think so,” she said, pushing a piece of her bangs out of her face. They was distinctive (less now that the girls on the internet had coopted her style); people thought they knew her an awful lot. Usually, they knew her from the photographs. No use hiding. “It’s probably the hair.” 

( BB )

Grumbling, Gar swallowed his chocolate prize and leaned forward in his seat, elbow to the counter, “If I use a spoon, I can only get like 10 chocolate chips max. And don’t even get me started on the little cheesecake pieces!” Green fingers pointed to a bin down at the bottom of the line, clearly in one of the more visible spots as a popular topping, “My mouth is way bigger than 10 chocolate chips, dude,” Gar opened his mouth as wide as it would go, sticking out his tongue like a dog, elongated canines on full display. “Sh-lee?” 

Gar gathered himself back together, standing from his position and meeting her on the other side of the glass with a grin, “Right. I feel like I kind of know everybody, so, don’t take it personal that you probably look like someone I’ve met before.” Shrugging, Gar pulled on a pair of transparent gloves, readying himself for an order.

“What can I get you? I’d say I recommend the chocolate chips, but you probably already know that,” He grinned, toothy and wide.

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tatturmemes​:

+ Headcanons Meme +

Send in one or more numbers and my muse will answer it/them!

Send in “??” and I will go to a random generator and randomly generate a number for my muse to answer. If it is a question already answered, I will re-roll. 

Pay it forward! If you reblog this, please leave something in my ask box as well! 

What’s your dream vacation/trip? 

List a favorite breakfast, a favorite lunch, a favorite dinner, a favorite snack, a favorite drink, and a favorite dessert. 

Put your itunes/music playlist on shuffle and name the first ten songs that come on.

Do you believe in ghosts or aliens? Why or why not? 

What’s a sound you hate and a sound you love?

List three smells you love and three smells you hate.

What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?

Do you tend to hold a grudge against anyone whose done wrong to you?

What are your sleep patterns? How often do you sleep and for how long?

What is one of your favorite wild animals and why? And what is one of your favorite pets and why? 

If you could be anywhere now, where would you be? 

List five random facts about yourself. 

Describe two highlights in your life and two lowlights. 

What was one of your favorite past relationships and why did it end? 

List three hobbies you have. 

What would you call a perfect first date (or something close to it)? 

List three things you love about your favorite season. 

Describe your tattoos. If you don’t have any, describe a tattoo you’d want to get. 

How excellent is your memory? What are some things you wish you could forget and some you never want to? 

Describe how your first kiss went? If you’ve never been kissed, what has delayed it? 

When was the last time you’ve been sick? What was it like? 

What was or would be your favorite subject in school and why? 

How many languages have you learned? How easy is it to learn a language? If you only know one language, what’s one you want to learn? 

List five things that make you happy. 

Who are the top three people on your speed dial/which three people do you call/text the most? 

Describe a recurring nightmare you’ve had. If you’ve not had any, describe one bad dream you’ve had. 

When was the last time you cried? What was it about? 

What are three t-shirts you have in your closet and three that you want to get? (Post pictures?)

What band/musician have you seen in concert? If you’ve not been to one, which band/musician would you want to go see in concert? 

What theater play have you seen that speaks to you most? If you’ve not seen one, what play would you want to see?

If you created an alcoholic beverage to represent you, what would you include as the ingredients? 

Have you ever been in a car accident? If so, what happened? 

What are five things you want to try/do before you die? 

Describe your sense of humor. What are some jokes you almost always find funny? 

If you could change one thing about your personality, what would it be and why? 

List two skills you have that you’re proud of and one skills you have that you’re ashamed of. 

How technologically savvy are you? 

What was the worst/most painful injury you ever sustained and how has that affected you over time? 

List five things one can find in your room. 

Name one person you trust the most. What makes them so trustworthy? 

List three places you do not want to go to and why you want to avoid them. 

What would your dream job entail? How much would it pay? 

What was one thing you lost that you can never get back? 

What are some things that haunt you? 

How jealous can you get? What was one of the pettiest things you’ve done out of jealousy?

Who would you want to play 7 Minutes in Heaven with? Who would you NOT want to play that game with? 

List five things that you like about yourself. 

List two weapons you prefer and two weapons you dislike. 

What’s one aspect about yourself that you struggle living with? 

If you could change one thing about the world you live in, what would it be and why? 

@beastlygreen​ @himbogoblin​ @hulkout​

[beastlygreenarchived]

itsbxtgirl​:

People didn’t tend to take to Steph all that easily. Long before Tim was a part of her life she didn’t form friendships very easily. The friends she had she was glad for, like Daisy or Cass. People she actually clicked with. She wanted to click with Tim’s friends, but didn’t know well exactly that’d go over now after having fought Kon over some drugstore robbery. Maybe Bart would be less likely to be impartial, but she knew it was less likely with Cassie. She couldn’t blame her. She’d probably do the exact same thing if the roles were reversed and Cassie fought Tim. 

So maybe admitting that she was in an already punchy, agitated mood wouldn’t help, but really she was trying to warn Gar. His leg bouncing up and down was making her want to grit her teeth and practically bubble over the already heightened anger. 

“Even I know it’s Kid Flash now.” Steph quipped simply. “You really think I’d want to fight Superboy?” Been there, done that. Didn’t go so great. It wasn’t exactly what she had planned to do, but of course it happened anyways. “No, but if you keep shaking your leg I’m going to stick you outside.” She said in a flat tone, entirely too ready for Tim to finish up so they could leave. She should have just went with him.

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Gar tumbled into a humanoid form onto the floor, staring up at Steph under dark bangs. “Listen, I’m just proud of myself for remembering not to call Tim, Robin - Bart has always just been Bart. Tell everyone to stop changing their names.” With an awkward chuckle of laughter, Gar slowly pulled a rubber ball from his pocket. He wasn’t really sure how the physics worked when he changed forms that everything in one form was able to modify itself too, but really, he didn’t have the capacity to question it. Maybe he should have asked Tim at some point too.

“You wanna play?” Gar held up the ball, slowly scooting back to make some more room between them in the hall. Maybe it was childish, but maybe it was also an olive branch he could extend to the girl. “I’ve heard some about you, but since I’ve been off the team, me and Tim don’t talk so much. You two an official team?” He put emphasis on team, since couple seemed even more awkward to say than he already was.

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The second he turned into a squirrel to dodge her fists, Tabitha brought up her feet and tried to stomp on him. Was she really trying to get him? Or was he very lucky he moved faster than she had in that moment? (And did the answer to either of those questions matter since he lived? They probably mattered to someone.) “Listen here, fuck face—” not her most original insult, but she was willing to use anything that might hit in the middle of her frustration.

But Gar as a squirrel was worse than any cat any day. His little claws were digging into her leg as he climbed up her pant leg, and she wasn’t sure if he meant to dig in that deep or if it was just the unfortunate way, he had manipulated his form. But either way, Tabby was not pleased. Tabitha grabbed Squirrel Gar by the back of his neck, pulling him off her clothes and then perching him on her shoulder.

“You do that again, you little shit, and I’ll blast you into a tree.” He could easily transport himself into something that could resist her blasts — and something that could soften the landing on his way back down, but still, the threat hung in the air with some edge of seriousness. “I do other things than punch.”

Gar squeaked loudly, dangling from Tabitha’s fingers, before finding purchase on her shoulders, much more careful of his claws. It always surprised him, when she allowed him anywhere near her. Usually it only came in one of his animal forms,  but still, it was something. It meant something.

Nestling into her hair, Gar chittered against his tiny little hands, “You just tried to stomp me - I guess that sort of counts.” Laughing softly, Gar laid flat over her shoulder, little chipmunk belly resting right in the middle so that he could lay his front over her collarbones and his back over her’s.

“What else do you like to do?” Another lazy chitter, “Do you like ice cream?”