My fandom: Harry Potter and the Last Airbending SuperWhoMerLockian Hobbit Comics…that I chose from professor Oak when I was 10 because I wondered in the tall grass on the other side of my wardrobe where I met a fawn named Katnis by a lamppost hiding from the Snow Queen, Elsa.
There are very few non-Disney cartoons I like. There are even less, among those, I like more than Pokemon. Even less, still, fandoms that I rank as high as that of the Harry Potter fandom. It is a very competitive world…the world of story telling through movies and tv shows. It is much harder to do so through the art of animation. Many attempt…few succeed. The makers of Avatar: The Last Airbender managed to give us a story that showed bravery, friendship, and forgiveness. It taught us that it is never too late to do the right thing. That if you believe in yourself (even if the odds are against you) you can change the world. It teaches that even if a person “deserves” death it is not our place to kill them. This series shows character growth better than most movies and gives hope and a sense of wonder to the viewer. That is why I, personally, am going to dub it: Most Underrated TV Series (Because It Is A Cartoon and People Think Those Are Only For Children)
And he said, Take heed that ye be not deceived: for many shall come in my name, saying, I am Christ; and the time draweth near: go ye not therefore after them. Luke 21:8.
Gentlemen of the jury, the best friend a man has in this world may turn against him and become his enemy. His son or daughter whom he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us—those whom we trust with our happiness and good name—may become traitors in their faith. The money that a man has he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it most. A man’s reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our heads. The one absolute, unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world—the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous—is his dog.
Gentlemen of the jury, a man’s dog stands by him in prosperity and poverty, in health and sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow, and the snow drives fiercely, if only he can be near his master’s side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer; he will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounter with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens.
If fortune drives the master forth an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him to guard against danger, to fight against his enemies. And when the last scene of all comes, and death takes the master in its embrace, and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by his graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even to death.