When I was 10, there was this long hiatus during the first season of Danny Phantom and I waited so patiently for I don’t know how many months only to find out that I had to go with my parents to do a thing the day the new episode came out…I don’t remember what… and I REMEMBER CRYING FOR LIKE 5 HOURS BECAUSE I WANTED TO SEE THE NEW EPISODE SO BAD.
SERIOUSLY I’M PRETTY SURE THAT WAS THE MOST EXTREME DEPRESSION OF MY CHILDHOOD. Danny Phantom was my entire life when I was 10.
At the time I thought that once I miss a new episode it wouldn’t replay for a long time, so I was devastated. xD
Happy 10th Dannyversary! I can’t believe I’ve been in this fandom for a decade, geez. Have some angst.
Pain slid across his chest—blood, warm and thick, soaked into his T-shirt. Danny’s mouth parted in a silent scream. Claws slammed him into the concrete on either side of him. Curling his fingers into a crack in the floor, Danny arched himself upwards, pushing the ghost back. Its jaws snapped shut inches from his face.
He yanked up one knee close to his chest. His ribs protested the movement, but he ignored it and kicked out hard. His foot landed somewhere solid behind the slashing claws and limbs. Satisfaction flushed through him as the ghost yelped in pain. It toppled backward, thrashing like a cockroach that had been stomped on.
Danny dove for the thermos that had been knocked out of his hands just seconds before. His outstretched fingers were only inches away when its tail lashed into his back. His skull smacked painfully against the cement.