Whenever I Send An Ask, Anonymous Or Not, It Feels Like Sending A Confession Text To A Crush. My Immediate

Whenever I send an ask, anonymous or not, it feels like sending a confession text to a crush. My immediate reaction is to throw my phone and run in the other room. Every notification is excitedly checking to see if they responded. Every possible scenario is running through my head for their reaction.

Just a pretty sky pic! <3<3<3

Ok, so I just read a really really really really (thats 4 reallys) good 2012 tmnt fic and I wanted to comment so bad but I got nervous.. It was one of those "If The Power Inside Her went differently" fics and I LOVED IT!!!!

I was gonna say that it was really hot and sexy of them and that I'm making out with them. Passionately. On the mouth.

But I got nervous and worried little random things like "what if they don't get it?" "what if they're uncomfortable?" "What if a child wrote this? I can't call a child sexy that's awful! What is wrong with you Axton? Why are you calling children sexy?" I'm not by the way. I never sent the comment and I did not know they were a child. Possibly. It is not confirmed whether or not a child wrote it.

The fic was great btw! If the writer of the fic happens to see this, it's fantastic, I loved it, I'm adding it to my list of favorite fics and I'm looking forward to the next fic in the series!

HOLY SHIT UPDATE BEFORE I EVEN SENT THIS I CHECKED THEIR THING AND THEY HAVE 15 YEARS OF EARTH EXPERIENCE!!!!

Anyway, Master of Rats, I am not kissing you but the fic is great, have a nice day!

On the topic of planes, how do they stay in the air? When I was little, I used to believe they harvested clouds, but I don't think that's true anymore.

It could be. I'm not a plane expert. What's my place to call my child self wrong.

Quit being a hater, Axton.

I wonder what it's like to be a tree.

Trees live long enough to see the world change, they are homes to so many different kinds of creatures, they provide shelter, shade, sometimes food. I think it'd be really cool.

But at the same time, they can't move. They're stuck. They can't defend themselves from people cutting them down. They can't get away if things get too much. They're just there, stuck, forever until they die.

Some trees get cool outfits. Some come inside for holidays, some get little houses in their branches, some get swings, some get markings from the people they meet.

Some trees have special meanings to people. Some trees are landmarks. Some trees are transported miles and miles away.

The trees get to watch the stars every night, they get to stretch tall, sway in the breeze, change colors.

I kind of wish I were a tree, but at the same time, I'm happy enough just watching them.

Ollie and Lucky update! I made a series name, "Ollie and Lucky Against the World"

Brief description of what to expect: It's about these two 19 year olds who are best friends on this journey of figuring out what comes next. Lucky seems to have it all figured out, while Ollie is struggling and falling behind. Ollie is working on making a cartoon and has since high school, and together, the friends go to this 6 try to get the show idea more popular and find themselves trapped.

I don't know if it will be written or in little comics. My plan is to start it next year because next year is the actual start of the story, in that universe.

The feel of it is supposed to be unsettling horror, transitions, and family. The relationship between Ollie and Lucky is brothers. Both of their families grew up next to each other, and they were raised as siblings.

I thiiiink that's all I'm going to say about them for now, I hope to draw them after I finish Christmas gifts (which im procrastinating on..).