Raffles & Giveaways
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TOPIC | ALL OUT
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have two images couldn't decide so you get both
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(HAVE A THING I CAN ETERNALLY LAUGH AT)
(HAVE A THING I CAN ETERNALLY LAUGH AT)
 The Candlemaker: Hiatus... |
~ Silva ~ Scorpio ~ She/Them, Bi ~ Steadily growing Pixel Artist ~ Stuttering, starting law student |
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Why'd the chicken cross the road?
To get to the idiot's house
*Knock knock*
Who's there?
THE CHICKEN
*INHALE* AHHHHHHHHHH
To get to the idiot's house
*Knock knock*
Who's there?
THE CHICKEN
*INHALE* AHHHHHHHHHH
Why'd the chicken cross the road?
To get to the idiot's house
*Knock knock*
Who's there?
THE CHICKEN
*INHALE* AHHHHHHHHHH
To get to the idiot's house
*Knock knock*
Who's there?
THE CHICKEN
*INHALE* AHHHHHHHHHH
LIGHTING FLIGHT
@JasperDragons
May this bring the best of laughs.
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Picture it.
It’s a lovely summer day, the sky bright and the air carrying a soft breeze. The grass is beneath you as you rest on the hillside. Your friends and fellow campers sit in loosely arranged rows, waiting for the notorious camp photo. You wait, listening to the chatter of others, as the photographer fiddles with the capricious camera. A girl makes a humorous face, mimed by the boy next to her and then passed about by the others around you. You laugh and try it for yourself, knowing the look was unflattering but continuing for the sake of laughing. The game continues. Then you hear it.
Click. Click. Click.
Your eyes fix upon the photographer. He snaps photos absently, not even facing the camera but instead fidgeting with a lens cap. You smile for the distracted cameraman. The session ends, the campers disperse, and you think nothing else of the incident. Surely, with so many children making unflattering faces, the camera-weilder would not choose any that showed you making a strange look.
You are wrong.
The end of camp comes, and the photo waits for you at checkout. Your mother excitedly asks you if you enjoyed your stay, to which you reply accordingly. She picks up the 5’x10’ photo, scanning over it before coming to a stop. There you are. Second row. Making, for all the world to see, a hideous, but humorous, look. The friends around you smile prettily on the inked page, and you wonder what went wrong. Your mother hangs the evidence on the fridge. Your photograph stares back at you for the following two years, shaming you for what you had done.
It’s a lovely summer day, the sky bright and the air carrying a soft breeze. The grass is beneath you as you rest on the hillside. Your friends and fellow campers sit in loosely arranged rows, waiting for the notorious camp photo. You wait, listening to the chatter of others, as the photographer fiddles with the capricious camera. A girl makes a humorous face, mimed by the boy next to her and then passed about by the others around you. You laugh and try it for yourself, knowing the look was unflattering but continuing for the sake of laughing. The game continues. Then you hear it.
Click. Click. Click.
Your eyes fix upon the photographer. He snaps photos absently, not even facing the camera but instead fidgeting with a lens cap. You smile for the distracted cameraman. The session ends, the campers disperse, and you think nothing else of the incident. Surely, with so many children making unflattering faces, the camera-weilder would not choose any that showed you making a strange look.
You are wrong.
The end of camp comes, and the photo waits for you at checkout. Your mother excitedly asks you if you enjoyed your stay, to which you reply accordingly. She picks up the 5’x10’ photo, scanning over it before coming to a stop. There you are. Second row. Making, for all the world to see, a hideous, but humorous, look. The friends around you smile prettily on the inked page, and you wonder what went wrong. Your mother hangs the evidence on the fridge. Your photograph stares back at you for the following two years, shaming you for what you had done.
Picture it.
It’s a lovely summer day, the sky bright and the air carrying a soft breeze. The grass is beneath you as you rest on the hillside. Your friends and fellow campers sit in loosely arranged rows, waiting for the notorious camp photo. You wait, listening to the chatter of others, as the photographer fiddles with the capricious camera. A girl makes a humorous face, mimed by the boy next to her and then passed about by the others around you. You laugh and try it for yourself, knowing the look was unflattering but continuing for the sake of laughing. The game continues. Then you hear it.
Click. Click. Click.
Your eyes fix upon the photographer. He snaps photos absently, not even facing the camera but instead fidgeting with a lens cap. You smile for the distracted cameraman. The session ends, the campers disperse, and you think nothing else of the incident. Surely, with so many children making unflattering faces, the camera-weilder would not choose any that showed you making a strange look.
You are wrong.
The end of camp comes, and the photo waits for you at checkout. Your mother excitedly asks you if you enjoyed your stay, to which you reply accordingly. She picks up the 5’x10’ photo, scanning over it before coming to a stop. There you are. Second row. Making, for all the world to see, a hideous, but humorous, look. The friends around you smile prettily on the inked page, and you wonder what went wrong. Your mother hangs the evidence on the fridge. Your photograph stares back at you for the following two years, shaming you for what you had done.
It’s a lovely summer day, the sky bright and the air carrying a soft breeze. The grass is beneath you as you rest on the hillside. Your friends and fellow campers sit in loosely arranged rows, waiting for the notorious camp photo. You wait, listening to the chatter of others, as the photographer fiddles with the capricious camera. A girl makes a humorous face, mimed by the boy next to her and then passed about by the others around you. You laugh and try it for yourself, knowing the look was unflattering but continuing for the sake of laughing. The game continues. Then you hear it.
Click. Click. Click.
Your eyes fix upon the photographer. He snaps photos absently, not even facing the camera but instead fidgeting with a lens cap. You smile for the distracted cameraman. The session ends, the campers disperse, and you think nothing else of the incident. Surely, with so many children making unflattering faces, the camera-weilder would not choose any that showed you making a strange look.
You are wrong.
The end of camp comes, and the photo waits for you at checkout. Your mother excitedly asks you if you enjoyed your stay, to which you reply accordingly. She picks up the 5’x10’ photo, scanning over it before coming to a stop. There you are. Second row. Making, for all the world to see, a hideous, but humorous, look. The friends around you smile prettily on the inked page, and you wonder what went wrong. Your mother hangs the evidence on the fridge. Your photograph stares back at you for the following two years, shaming you for what you had done.
