“Are you okay, Sam?”

“Huh? Oh! It’s just really nice up here, that’s all! Flying’s nice!”

As requested by thecartoonfreak.

Danny Phantom - Episode 11: Fanning the Flames

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Vlad wasn't sure who Alan Harper was, but he chuckled all the same. He walks a bit closer to Danny, albeit painfully due to his missing toed and sore feet. He clutches the front of his coat out of habit and looks back at Danny in the eyes, a gentle smile accenting his features.

"Thank you Daniel...I would...I would appreciate that, the offer I mean."

"Well.... You're welcome. It's amazing how often people aren't polite now a days. To avoid confrontation, you're gunna be on 2nd-Berard Wing. It's on the opposite corner from where the house was before we majorly expanded. We have like 3 or 4 bedrooms per wing. We're practically a small hotel.... Somebody should really talk my dad into downsizing since Jazz is moving out."

Hopeless. Have you ever felt that way before? That feeling as if every problem in your life is completely incurable, and your whole mind shuts down into despair. It’s not a pleasant feeling, I can tell you that. I was never subjected to this feeling growing up. My whole life I lived, well, with not many worries. For every problem that arouse I knew there was a solution. I had never felt hopeless. The day that I was exposed to that human emotion, however, it haunts me. Every time I think about it, it’s as if an ice cold glass of water has been poured upon my head, sending shivers straight down my spine. And each night I close my eyes I see it. I feel it. It’s like I’m back on that Lori, on the way there.

The first sign that we were getting close to our destination were the flies. First, only a couple. Then a couple hundred. Soon thousands of flies swarmed around us to the point where no one could even open their eyes. Every person covered their ears. The sound given off by their thousands of flapping wings was nearly deafening.

This was a place of work.

The second sign was the smell. This was the worst scent that has ever reached my nostrils. People tried to hold back their gags from this awful, mouldy, sweet-sour smell, however, all of them were unsuccessful with their attempts. It was absolutely sickening to say in the least. This was a place of work. Finally, we reached our last signal that we were there. We saw the actual piles. Piles stacked so high as if mountains, and it seemed as if these mountains had no end. As far as you could see there was garbage. Only garbage. Guilt washed over me like a tsunami because these piles of garbage, they weren’t anything unfamiliar. This garbage was completely made up of items we use back here in Canada on a regular basis. And these workers, they stood on top of these large piles. They dug through them with their bare hands. No protection whatsoever, but they still had no choice but to work. Half the workers were younger than the age of ten, some as young as four. Orphaned some way or another, they were forced to work. Others seemed as old as sixty, but had been there since they were six. I was horrified. I felt guilty. I felt hopeless. As if I wasn’t distraught enough when our instructors started to advise us to shove our pants into our socks so when we climb into these piles to help, the maggots wouldn’t crawl into our shoes and nibble at our feet. Immediately a little boy running barefoot catches my eye. Guilt. So much guilt. Hopeless.

And this; this was a place of work. It wasn’t the regular place of work we are used to experiencing in Canada. No, nothing like that. There were no clean floors and white walls. No computers located in tiny work cubicles or black clothed chairs that spin. No. It was a garbage dump. And the workers there weren’t hired, they didn’t have a choice. They were stateless. Stateless children and adults that were sent there and bound to this hell on earth because quite frankly, without a state, there is no other option. In Canada, we are so accustomed to having options. Hardly anyone realizes that without options, every thing appears hopeless. And I, realizing that these people; these wonderful people, don’t have any other options. The despair crushed me. I felt hopeless. We were then told our job. Find a worker, find a bag, and help fill up the bag with recyclables. Easy enough, right? Well these bags weren’t anything ordinary either. These blue plastic bags were humungous. Ten times the size of the children who dragged them. For each bag filled they would receive only a penny, and during an average 9 hour work day, 3-4 bags would be filled. We were there to help them exceed that average, at least for one day. So we all set out to find a worker. The moment we stepped off our bus, however, we were surrounded. Not only were we surrounded by the awful smell of decaying and rotting items, but immediately we were swarmed by workers begging and pleading for our gloves and some water. Some even tried to physically take gloves off our hands. It was overwhelming. We were told not to succumb to their cries and pleads, we were told to stay strong. I couldn’t. It was so overwhelming, the smell, the garbage, the people, the children. In the midst of the chaos a lady, no older than thirty, came up to me. Instead of yelling, screaming, or begging, she placed her hand lightly onto mine, felt my glove, and lifted up her free, dirty, roughed up hand. She lifted one finger and suggested politely, “One. Just one.” Of course I gave my glove to her, and later, I’d be giving my other. After the chaos died down I went to go help a man. He was young, couldn’t have been older than thirty himself. His entire body was covered in a layer of dirt. His hands were so dry and cracked it looked as if they could fall apart at any moment. He wore a ripped up tank top, and pants that were much to large for his small stature. I walked up to him, and when he noticed me, he looked up and smiled. It was a smile of complete graciousness, like nothing I’ve ever seen before. His eyes shined with pure kindness. You could see the good nature of all man kind peer through him, and it was incredible. He glowed. After this kind man acknowledged me, he placed his gigantic, blue, plastic bag onto the ground and starting digging in a pile. He found a closed garbage bag and teared it open. As he did so, out poured half-eaten fruit that was so rotted the smell almost blinded me. Forced to breathe it in, I gagged. A lot. This made me feel petty and terrible, considering he was completely unaffected by this awful stench. He then bravely pushed his, dry, roughed up, unprotected hands into this repulsive bag of fruit. He proceeded to pick up certain pieces and examine them. I was perplexed in that moment. Weren’t we supposed to be looking for recyclables? Confused, I started to inspect a different bag where I found two bottles. I came back to the man and tapped his shoulder. Not able to communicate due to the language barrier, I held up the two plastic bottles and pointed to them. He responded by shaking his head, “no” and returned to exploring the fruit. Unable to figure out what this man was looking for, I set off the find the translator. I asked the translator to discover why this man was looking through maggot infested fruit, and not for bottles to fill his bag? The translator asked and the man replied. The translator then touched this man’s back and shook his head as if giving condolence, and then told me the kind Haitian man’s response. “He is looking for food for his new baby.” My heart dropped to the very pit of my stomach. Food? This? I looked back down at the bag. Fruit that was once a vibrant pink was now a dark shade of brown. Fruit that was now sharing its space with yellow maggots that crowded and nibbled at what little was even left on the core. This was his families dinner tonight. Hopeless. It was a problem I could not resolve. People always ask me, “How was your trip?” I guess I’m a bit selfish with my experiences as I say every time, “It was good.” It’s not that I don’t want people to know, because I do. I want nothing more. Half the population doesn’t even know what the word “stateless” means let alone what it means to the people actually living in that situation. I keep this memory locked up in my mind because I feel as if I could never do it justice. I mean, it was the first time I felt true hopelessness. How can I possibly explain that to someone? As I stared at these people, people no different from you and I, I realized that we did this. The human race did this to it’s own kind, and why? Because of racism? Our bias’? These incredible people are now trapped because governments, made “by the people and for the people”, choose to pretend they don’t exist. How could humanity sink to such a low. It was the first time that humanity seemed irredeemable to me. How can I possibly explain that to someone, and how can I possibly come back from that realization? In that moment, I felt hopelessness for the first time. And ever since then, it is a feeling that hits me quite often. Once you realize something it is impossible to change that truth. Although these sorrowful thoughts of humanity, and these thoughts of the stateless people that I have met and have grown to absolutely adore consume my mind and send me into deep depression, I wouldn’t have it any other way. These people may not exist to the government but they sure as heck exist to me, and I wouldn’t give that up for the world. I haven’t yet been able to shake this feeling of hopelessness, but a quote we were told to write in our books the other day acted as a ray of light. “There are no problems, only solutions.” -John Lennon. I now am fortunate enough to be educated of this problem in the world, and I’d give anything to be able to fix it. Perhaps I will. Perhaps there is hope. But until I find that ounce of hope in the hopelessness that consumes me, many of my memories and stories of these trips I take will remain a bit of a secret. I’ll be ready one day though, and one day I will resolve this problem. One day I’ll change the world. Well, at least, I can hope.

Courtney, you have the most beautiful soul I have ever seen. If anyone had half as good a soul as you, it’d be a better world…. It’s so easy to be ignorant so that we might continue on with our convenient lives. This is an inconvenient truth, and I believe we very well could deal with it- we’d just rather spend the money on plasma screen TVs and the new iPhone This scares me on an all new level, because I honestly believe that something could be done- but I’ve spent my whole life having people NOT listen to me, that I’m almost afraid to try. You, however babe, you’re gunna change the world, I can feel it. Maybe there will still be major issues in africa, but we can at least bring it to a humane level….

LOKI!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

This should be TUMBLR’s official beer… (for those who are of legal drinking age of course)

w-w-what is this

WHAT>!

WHAT WHAT WHAT HAWT HAWTH WATH WAHT AHWT HWAT

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I don't care about them! I'm only here to humiliate YOU. 

"But how am I humiliated? It's not an easy thing to do, trust me. I've been caught on film in my underwear more times than the typical person can count, and that was just moderately embarrassing..."

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Danny ‘Phantom’ Fenton: My Next Plan

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You do know they’re mutated ghost gators right? *The gators use their heated breath to melt the ice*. You’re more than welcome to try better. Muhahaha. 

“Hmmm…… Well what’d they do in lake placid? I guess we could just nuke them, but that would cause a mess. It’s too bad Skulker’s not here, I bet he could fix this for me. Oh, there we go,” Danny snapped his fingers and quickly flew off. It didn’t take long for him to come back with a gigantic dumptruck of fish. He dumped the whole load onto the monsterous gators.

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WHAT? NO!! Stop eating the fish and ATTACK HIM! Listen to ME! Arg, curses! Okay, plan B. *aims the canons at Danny and fires three canonballs in different directions. 

"Somebody's a littler cranky today. Don't worry it'll all be over soon...." Danny got on the radio and send a tidbit to city control. They alerted the residences in the facinity of the oncoming projectiles so as to at least get them out. "Human endangerment. I can handle a little property damage, but some on man, if they die they'll only come find you in the ghost zone."

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You do know they’re mutated ghost gators right? *The gators use their heated breath to melt the ice*. You’re more than welcome to try better. Muhahaha. 

"Hmmm...... Well what'd they do in lake placid? I guess we could just nuke them, but that would cause a mess. It's too bad Skulker's not here, I bet he could fix this for me. Oh, there we go," Danny snapped his fingers and quickly flew off. It didn't take long for him to come back with a gigantic dumptruck of fish. He dumped the whole load onto the monsterous gators.

Releasing my pet gators on the halfa’s town! Don’t they look playful?

(The green/green-yellow is supposed to represent...

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Well good for you then. Let's see if it involves my gators! *releases them from the cargo of the ship* ATTACK!

"Wait wait wait..... I'm half ghost, how is this even a problem?" Danny froze the water then looked over at Youngblood with a satisfied smirk. "Your move, kid."

Releasing my pet gators on the halfa’s town! Don’t they look playful?

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Throw me in? HA! They’re my pets. They wouldn’t harm me. 

“You can’t make pets out of wild animals, I couldn’t even control a dog and he had a collar.”

Well, I guess animals just hate you then. 

Alternate universe Jasmine the cat likes me. Kujo likes me too, he's just..... Wild. Vlad's the one whose bad with animals. Or was.

Releasing my pet gators on the halfa’s town! Don’t they look playful?

(The green/green-yellow is supposed to represent the bogs in the Ghost Zone, I don’t have Photoshop, so MSPaint I did all I could. And the green on the...

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Throw me in? HA! They're my pets. They wouldn't harm me. 

"You can't make pets out of wild animals, I couldn't even control a dog and he had a collar."

My Next Plan

Releasing my pet gators on the halfa’s town! Don’t they look playful? 

(The green/green-yellow is supposed to represent the bogs in the Ghost Zone, I don’t have Photoshop, so MSPaint I did all I could. And the green on the gators teeth is supposed to be ghost blood.) 

……..Well THAT sounds lethal… Could you please not? A teacher once told me a really bad story about those guys from when he went to Australia and now I’m a little turned off from them.

But why wouldn’t I? It would be fun humiliating you again! 

"Fine, but if they're in water, I'm throwing you in. Those guys can sense it- the vibrations I mean. They almost broke a fence because someone on the otherside slightly twitched. God just thinking about that gives me the shivers. I guess I could just freeze them, but just.... They're even worse than spiders. Yeah spiders I could handle."

My Next Plan

Releasing my pet gators on the halfa’s town! Don’t they look playful? 

(The green/green-yellow is supposed to represent the bogs in the Ghost Zone, I don’t have Photoshop, so MSPaint I did all I could. And the green on the gators teeth is supposed to be ghost blood.) 

........Well THAT sounds lethal... Could you please not? A teacher once told me a really bad story about those guys from when he went to Australia and now I'm a little turned off from them.

I Have to reblog this everytime. 

Thats about right

lol

it’s bACK!!!

I don’t know what’s funnier the fake porn library or the bubble wrap room where they put rory.

“The bubble wrap room to put Rory in when he sleeps so he won’t die at night.”

“The bubble wrap room to put Rory in when he sleeps so he won’t die at night.”

The one thing I want to do with my money and the world says it's impossible..... Figures.

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Vlad opened his mouth to protest, but then closed it when Danny made his point on it being "hard to believe". Vlad shook his head warily, still holding it in place. 

"I'm sorry...it's...it's just been awhile. I...it's a little hard to take things at face value these days when practically everything you see or hear is just some delusion to give you false hopes...but...I guess I don't need to completely explain myself when we both know how deluded I was before..."

He shook his head again and looked up at Danny again, eyes wide with uncertainty, worry, but a glimmer of hope.

"But...do...you really think they would respond as well as you have now?"

"As first not very likely, but given you current state it wouldn't take very long to forgive and forget. They might think it's just a sham just to let you into their home again at first but I mean clearly you're not faking any of this. You're not an Alan Harper (2 and a half men reference) or anything. You aren't out to get anybody, I know you well enough to see that."