Camp Here and There Imagines

Imagines based on characters from the comedy horror podcast Camp Here and There

[chntimagines]

imagine:

sydney makes a ur mom joke to jedidiah while lucille is in the room unaware of the implications 😱😱😨😨

.

[chntimagines]

imagine

agony

oh wait, sorry, you don’t have to imagine! 

[chntimagines]

Imagine

You send your Child to Camp Here and There every Summer for the, er, unique holiday cards.

[chntimagines]

Imagine

You are given the task of convincing Camp Counselor Joshua not to get an NFT. (Whether this image is Camp Counselor Joshua or the NFT is unknown.)

[chntimagines]

Imagine

you are in medical school and elijah volkov is your group project partner. you text him, saying “hey dude I need you to do your half of the citations this paper is due on tuesday”. he replies with a selfie of him digging up worms in the campus botanical gardens (which he has already been banned from twice) captioned “I’m busy.” you sigh. this is the fourth time this week

(thanks to @lyricdissonance for the submission!)

[chntimagines]

imagine

ORANGE PARTY

[chntimagines]

imagine

you pass by some twink in an elephant mask and suddenly you have the raw energy and power it takes to kill god. this is normal.

[chntimagines]

imagine

you see the unknowable object and it becomes the knowable object. the whole camp is saved.

[chntimagines]

imagine

you’re in cabin dungbeetle, and you commit a little arson because why not. but this time you’re met with a “don’t be such a chav, it’s a chewsday, there’s no need to lose your plot. i know, i know, daft little rule, but lucille is always throwing a spanner in the works.”

you can’t take it anymore. you sprint away as juniper yells to you. “no need to leg it! i’m on your side here!” he yells as he stays entirely still and lets you run away from him. that evening at dinner you find yourself begging for fish and chips with a side of tea and crumpets from matthew and referring to yourself as nigel smith. “blimey!” you exclaim to yourself. the transformation has begun.

[chntimagines]

imagine

you try to give adam a handshake and oh god oh freak chomp chomp chomp chomp. your hand is gone. 

[chntimagines]

Imagine

you partake in today’s camp activity: JUMPING

[chntimagines]

imagine

you and yvonne enjoy each others company. youre constantly laughing, smiling, feeling bubbly around each other, which is great. you’re not exactly sure how you managed to set the entire denny’s on fire, but what really mattered was the giggles that came out of both of your mouths as you stare into the dancing orange light. no one was inside, so did anyone really care that the denny’s was soon going to be burnt to the ground? your better instincts soon tell you to run as 6up 5oh blasts (when did that start playing? who cares?). life is good. 

[chntimagines]

imagine

the elephant man and you have bonded over the past few months (whether he is fascinated by you or actually enjoys your company is anyone’s guess, but no matter what, the man is drooling.) the elephant man, being the gentleman he is, invites you over for tea. when you get there, dirt and worms are piled onto fancy china. in the middle of the two of you sits a container filled with various liquids. the one directly in front of you is viscous and red, the one to its left is unidentifiable in every way. “eat up, darling.” the elephant man commands. “we’re running out of time.” the elephant man looks to the sky when he says it, then gestures to your plate. before you know it, the dirt is in your mouth and you savor every last bit. by the time you wake up with abrasions all over your neck, you are trapped in a resplendent state of being. this is fine. you are content.