#toawk

Old steam train on tracks that are no longer there?

Old steamboat that stops at docks that washed away decades ago?

A carriage the driver of which you can't make out?

A plane that landed without sound and whose sheet metal side gleams in the cloud filled night as the door on the side swings open?

Horseback riding in a valley you can't see the end of?

Which ever you pick 'adventure' awaits.

Aplogies if I've already asked you this.

Why do I feel like no matter what I pick I’m going to die by the hands of demonic spirits???

^the vibes you’re giving off right now.

But probably the horse for the girlish whimsy of it all, the loyal companionship, the snack when I slowly start starving to death, the guilt that comes with that festering betrayal, the corpse to cuddle once it finally becomes too much and the valley consumes us both.

Old steam train on tracks that are no longer there?

Old steamboat that stops at docks that washed away decades ago?

A ship whose sails are filled by phantom winds?

A carriage the driver of which you can't make out?

A plane that landed without sound and whose sheet metal side gleams in the cloud filled night as the door on the side swings open?

A Zeppelin motoring overhead silently on its slow wonderings of the sky above?

Horseback riding in a valley you can't see the end of?

A palanquin moving through forgotten streets on phantom steps?

A battle chariot steering you toward your rightous battles?

A cozy blimp sized for friends and family taking you to meadows for early afternoon tea and fairs at sunset for an hour of fun in the golden-pink light of dusk?

A single seater orinthopter pushed through the skies by an engine that hasn't turned over in nearly a century. Carrying you ever Westward?

On a dogsled pulled by dog of snow and ice that come and go as they pull you across an endless canvas of snow.

Which ever you pick 'adventure' awaits.

Good Morning. I'd chose:

Krakens are real and they’re called Colossal Squids.

yes, it’s a bit down in my #comics tag but here’s the link to my reblog. which you could go to the original poster if you prefer!

Someone decides to have a drama club Robin play. All the Robin's (former Robin's included) believe the play is about them. They pack in to watch and BLAM it's about Carrie Kelley the author's self-insert character she uses to help deal with the issues in her life all of the villians are obvious personifications of what she is going through.

One of the Robin's (Tim? Seems like Tim would) pulls strings to get her an Arts scholarship to Gotham Academy.

This idea did start all funny with the Robin's arguing who the silhouette is suppose to be just for it to be Carrie Kelley but then I had to go think of what the play had to be about.