“Ah, there’s some debate with that, as I was always ‘solving’ cases from a young age, whether there were mysteries to solve or not. I do recall the first case in which I assisted, but my name was not involved in the official paperwork, so I won’t mention that here. Rest assured, it resulted in a successful arrest.
"The first official case in which I was actually named was one of a serial bank robber. I was fourteen, still short and ‘squeaky,’ having not yet "lost my spots,” as my mum would say, and recovering from some time in the hospital at home in front of the telly. Much of the time was spent watching movies and catching up on series that I’d been neglecting, but the rest of the time was dedicated to the news… which is how I caught the inconsistencies being presented about a serial bank robbery case.
“I find it fascinating how the different media groups will present the same information in completely different lights. Spin doctors, every one of them. It makes it difficult for the lay person to follow any particular story with complete accuracy, especially as they’ll usually stick to the newscaster that best represents their own bias.
"This is why I tend to switch between all channels, gathering bits and pieces of story in an attempt to compose a more complete version of the story from the differing viewpoints. Adding in research from the internet and some additional phone calls, as well as my own personal experience with the layout of London, I was able to catch on to a handful of startling things that were being missed or misrepresented in the reports… and so called Scotland Yard.
"Of course, they weren’t interested in listening to a young boy with his theories, though the receptionist did take my information down – or at least pretended that she was. I tried to contact them several more times, but was met with nothing but red tape. So, I did what any young detective would do, and left home on my bicycle, took three buses and then the tube up to Scotland Yard, and snuck in to yell at the police chief, myself. And I did, for the better part of ten minutes, with flushed face, clenched fists, and about every colorful word I could think, expressing my frustration.
"Looking back on it, I’m somewhat mortified at my conduct, but of course Mr. Hale decided to humor me and listen – such a splendid man – took notes, allowed me to point out the fallacies on which the police were operating under, and… to my surprise, he called in his team and asked me to explain it again.”
“Long story short, my observations were instrumental in proactively circumventing the crime spree, and all of the culprits were arrested without further complication. Chief Hale commended me in an interview and gave a strong PSA about trusting what you see on the telly, suggesting that everyone ought to give critical thinking a try.
"From then on, I was welcome in Scotland Yard as a sort of honorary detective, and it wasn’t long before they began calling me to help with some particularly difficult cases. I ended up becoming an intern there… probably for tax reasons, though they liked to joke that I didn’t quite have Sherlock Holmes’ ‘consulting detective’ status yet."
What is their family history like? How does it affect them? On the paternal side, the Hakuba family is small, but industrious. They take pride in blazing new trails in whatever field interests them and own their accomplishments duly. Each member of the Hakuba family is expected to take life’s reins in their own hands and be in control of your own destiny! …as long as you fit into society and are fully Japanese and respectable and not poor, etc. etc. etc.
The maternal side is actually quite similar, though they have a much larger focus on family. And while they are also rich, snooty, proud people, they don’t really care where you come from so long as you don’t cause a scandal. Oh, and you should probably be Catholic, too, but Grandmum Wickham isn’t going to ask for your records so it’s fine if you lie about it. Heaven help you if you do something that requires it, though, because she will claim ignorance and throw you to the wolves…
All of this makes Hakuba extremely conscious of his conduct in society because he doesn’t want to get ire from either side, which is so easy to stir. As frustrating as it would be to deal with bad press for himself, he is WAY more concerned with not wanting his parents to have to deal with the backlash on either side for something HE did or didn’t do. Alas, in order to be a great, self-made man, you have to take risks that can easily bite you in the ass, so there’s really nothing he can do but be perfect 24/7. No pressure, right?
How do they feel about their family? Even though he and his father have a very strained, one-sided relationship, Hakuba greatly admires his father and becomes more and more like him each day. He would like him a lot more if Hakuba Sr weren’t such a flake, though he does understand that it’s due to the excessive tunnel vision and dedication to the Japanese police force that keep him so occupied.
He has very tense feelings in regards to the paternal grandparents, meanwhile. Almost every interaction with them has been unpleasant and markedly distant. He claims he would be content to never have to see them again, but I think that’s a lie, and he really wants to make them proud. Somehow. If that’s even possible.
Hakuba and his mother get along very well, though, and they’re close despite the turbulence and his reluctance. He has no siblings, but adores his four uncles, and is able to put up with his overbearing and controlling grandmother without much difficulty.
And, though Baaya isn’t family, technically speaking, Hakuba is closer to her than anyone else. So much love and adoration for her!
How does their family feel about them? Hakuba Sr couldn’t be prouder of his son, even if he doesn’t really know how to express this in a way that Saguru will accept. He’d do anything for him (if he had the time), and will ALWAYS love and accept him for who he is, even the controversial parts, though he sort of hopes he never has to deal with that because…
Grandparents Hakuba, as mentioned in previous posts, still don’t even recognize Hakuba Sr and Marion’s marriage, let alone his ‘bastard’ halfer son. They don’t consider him part of the family, at least officially, though I strongly suspect that they are aware of Saguru’s achievements and accomplishments and are just waiting for him to stand up to them before they finally relent and accept him…
Marion loves Saguru to bits and pieces and thinks he’s just the greatest and should move back to England and be happy. She often fights with her mother about it, though, since Grandmum Wickham seems to think that Hakuba should come back, settle down with some nice girl, have tons of kids, take over the world… which is exactly what Marion thinks, but that makes her mad because no one should control his life and he should be free to do what he wants but he should probably want to do x, y, z anyway because CUTE GRANDKIDS~!
His uncles adore him and treat him like a little brother, and just like having him around.
Baaya worries about the young master constantly, since she knows more about what he’s going through than anyone else, and just… does all that she can to support and comfort him within appropriate means. Like insisting that she drive and regulating his cigarette supply…
What are some of your character’s more notable merits and flaws (including physical, mental, emotional, spiritual, etc.)? How did they develop? How has this helped or hindered them in the past?
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Merits:
Physical: Hakuba, despite being on the thin side for his height and body type, is strong. I’m not sure if it’s the stubbornness or what, but he’s got crazy endurance; definitely more of a marathon runner than a sprinter. This is why he’s got those amazing thighs, though. He jogs every morning he has the chance, and will play tennis for hours at a time when able. As Spider said, the detective is persistent~ (yes, please imagine Hakuba and Spider playing tennis against each other in those cute little shorts, it’s an amazing visual.)
Mental: Like many INFJs (which is what I’ve typed my interpretation as), Hakuba is very good at connecting even obscure and abstract pieces of information together and using them to come up with some very unusual solutions. He manages to maintain a ridiculously successful balance between Occam’s Razor and intense hypothetical deductive/inductive reasoning for the problems he faces, and it’s served him very, very well… even if most people can’t follow the logic train along with him most of the time, since it probably left 3.22~ days ago, before anyone knew there was a need for it.
Emotional: Despite popular belief, Hakuba cares immensely for people, how they feel, what’s going on in their lives, what motivates them, what pains them, etc. He’s a humanist and he’s far too invested in idealist attitudes for it to be healthy, but it makes him very compassionate. He won’t show this openly, of course, but underneath all of that armor, he’s a bleeding heart who invests a good deal of his time attempting to make the world a better place, even if it’s just providing some semblance of closure, one case at a time.
Spiritual: Sort of related to the previous topic, Hakuba tends to be fairly open-minded about most things, even if he doesn’t say so. He’s already straddling the line between the Western and Eastern world, and has to admit that he has strong ties to both, even though he’ll identify as a Christian first and foremost. His travels and experiences with a huge variety of people have made him more pliant when it comes to accepting different ideas and beliefs. This extends, even, to things of a supernatural nature. Of course, he applies logic to it, preferring to approach it from a scientific angle, but in the end it becomes more of a matter of “well, we can’t disprove that it exists, so I suppose that it might,” rather than “we can’t prove it’s real, therefore it cannot exist.” He feels it best to err on the side of caution, anyway.
Etc: This is really just reiterating from the above, but I’ve wanted to put this into writing for a long time. Thus: unlike some other detectives, Hakuba refuses to see someone as nothing but a criminal. A crime is an act that a person commits, but it is not who they are. "So a person steals something,“ he says, "but does that negate the entire rest of their existence? What of their other talents? Hopes? Dreams? What of their families and friends? Recompense is in order, certainly, but a person’s life is far more complex to base their worth or value on their crimes alone.”
Flaws:
Physical: Hakuba could probably go on and on and on about his “flaws” when it comes to his body, but let’s talk about how he doesn’t take care of himself. He tries, from time to time, but he’s just not consistent enough. It’s only a matter of time before his lack of care turns into hypoglycemia and then diabetes. He pushes himself too far, too fast, and doesn’t give his body enough rest or the calories that he needs. Also holy crap cut down on the drinking, man… your liver is not industrial strength like you seem to think it is.
Mental: Depression and anxiety are something that he has severe struggles with. I realize that this is more of a disease than a flaw, but I’m listing it here, anyway. He’s high-strung and easily gets worked up, and since he’s very privately introspective about his thought process, he often comes off as being very cold, callous, calculating, and cruel. It’s usually just that by the time he’s forced to relay information that he doesn’t want to share, it’s been boiled down to its most precise and harsh form, and that often presents itself like a slap in the face.
Emotional: Hakuba tends to be very reactive to people when it comes to expressing his emotions. Again, he’s intensely private about his thoughts and feelings (except when it comes to harmless – and oftentimes pointless – trivia), so he will share or not largely based on how others around him conduct himself. He’s a veritable chameleon in most situations, changing himself so that he’s able to drift from scene to scene without being noticed unless he wants to be. This is a double-edged sword, though, and he doesn’t even realize that he does it. On the one hand, if someone is polite and civil toward him, even in an intense situation, he will respond in kind. On the other, if someone blows up over something that he sees as insignificant and yells or gets violent, Hakuba is very quick to SNAP and pull out the big guns (in the form of words specifically designed to tear the person apart) in retaliation. Hence the whole thing with Heiji during the Koushien.Though, this does mean that if you’ve seriously hurt him, he’ll be very receptive if you act submissive to him. He finds it exceptionally difficult to be intentionally rude to someone who is being kind to him, which… often leads him right into trouble.
Spiritual: Double-standards abound. It’s fine for everyone else to be godless heathens, and sin is just a social construct (within reason), but he holds himself to an incredibly high standard and easily finds reason to loathe himself for any occasion. Basically, he believes he’s going to Hell, there’s no saving him, and he deserves to suffer, while everyone else, he’s quite sure, will be just fine and dandy in heaven or nirvana or in their next lives, and are perfect sunflowers just the way they are.
Etc: Hakuba is far too good at explaining away behaviors and justifying things as long as he has any sort of reason to. As such, he has far too many little ‘Boscombe Secrets’ lying around, and if it were to come to light, he would… uh… probably be an accessory to far more crimes than he even wants to think about. Oops.
Ohhh goodness. I’m not sure what you were hoping for, specifically, but uh… here is a huge thing I wrote with links (and not all of them even exist yet but are drafted).
With canon Hakuba, we know very, very little. Uh. Here’s a not quite exhaustive list of what we know from canon. SO I have invented 90% of his history based on the little details from the manga/anime. I’m assuming that you’re asking about that, specifically, so here is a general breakdown, in chronological order:
In Japan: Saguru James Hakuba was born in Tokyo, Japan a couple of years after his parents eloped. They lived there until he was about 7 years old, with frequent travelling (mostly spending summers and Christmas in England), then relocated “permanently” to the UK when his mother could no longer stand the racist comments/behavior directed at her son. Especially since his paternal grandparents refuse to acknowledge his parents’ marriage, and do not acknowledge Saguru as part of their family.
In England: Hakuba started going by his middle name, James, as many had difficulty pronouncing ‘Saguru’ which resulted in a lot of teasing that he did not appreciate. He gets a Golden Retriever named Sherlock, is obsessed with dragons, and spends a good deal of his time reading anything he can get his hands on and playing out in the nature preserve behind the garden wall of his mother’s estate. He’s a chatterbox, very excited about learning, and studies the bible like a good little Christian boy, which pleases the grandparents on his mother’s side very much.
White Chapel Academy: As smart as the little bugger is, he’s accepted into the prestigious (and very religious) White Chapel Academy boarding school and begins attending at age 9, which worked out well for his parents, as they’re dealing with martial problems and decided it would be a good opportunity for a trial separation. Hakuba Sr goes back to Japan, and Saguru is none the wiser. Unfortunately, it doesn’t take long before Mr. Know-It-All gets himself in trouble with the headmaster, Father Ramson, who turns out to be an abusive creep. It take nearly two years for Hakuba to get himself out of the situation.
Aftermath: Once the police got involved, the school was temporarily shut down and all children sent home. Little S. J. Hakuba realizes that his father hasn’t been living there, that his parents have been lying to him, and destroys all of his dragon army. For one year, he barely talks to anyone, and attempts to committ suicide. Baaya stops him, saves him, and keeps his secret, which is why she is the only one permitted to even touch him. He is eventually introduced to London’s Aviary Rehabilitation Institution, where he eventually meets Watson. His uncles also help, including Saguru in their annual deer hunt every autumn. He spends his summers helping Uncle Arthur with the horses, and goes to Paris with his mother at the end of August. They get him involved in a lot of classes, and he kisses a girl for the first time at the age of 13. At 14, he falls in love with John, another White Chapel victim, and they secretly go out for a month, only for things to violently fall apart. In the depression spiral that follows, Hakuba briefly lets himself be used for drug money, starts drinking, smoking, and a lot of experimentation.
Losing His Spots: After a second suicide attempt, though (also stopped by Baaya), Hakuba is ordered bed rest for recovery, and spends his time watching the news and reading books about law. He catches an inconsistency in a national scandal and informs Scotland Yard, who decide to let him help from time to time from then on. He also volunteers at the Sherlock Museum, and eagerly tells them of his solved cases any chance he gets. That summer, he goes through a massive growth spurt, and at 15 is invited to start going to his mother’s high society parties to woo the girls.
There, he meets Laura O’Kello, who teaches him about The Game, which is a mutually beneficial agreement between the rich and privileged but tragically captured youth, allowing them to seduce each other at these boring events without any strings attached. He becomes very good at this game, and the practice he gets at being charming aids him in gaining favor with the media. By the time the car bombing incident happens, he’s beloved by England, has a gigantic fan following, an agent, photoshoots, and pretty much everyone adores him. He also buys a car out of pocket with money he’s saved from his detective work.
It’s also during this time that Hakuba meets Spider, and becomes obsessed with the assassin after a drug bust goes poorly and one of his former friends — who happened to be connected to one of Spider’s sources — is murdered in the process.
Return to Japan: Hakuba’s father begs Saguru to come back to Japan for a year abroad. This is partly because his mother says that he doesn’t care about their son, and partly because Kaitou KID has resurfaced but he’s too busy to investigate, himself, even though he STILL thinks there was something suspicious about Kuroba Toichi’s death. He tempts Saguru with piles of cold case files (his favorite) and promises of far too much power for someone not a part of the police force, but ultimately, it’s news of Spider’s targeting Kaitou KID that gets Hakuba to leave his comfortable life in London to become utterly lonely and despised in Ekoda.
It’s, of course, during this time that he begins to investigate KID, finds out that he’s actually his classmate, decides to keep this boscombe secret after Nightmare, investigates the Sunset Mansion, is invited to the Koushien — which turns out to be a LIE — and falls for that stupid thief while feeling like it will never happen, not in a million years.
White Knight Widow: This is technically the “current” arc that I’m doing with Hakuba in this timeline… I imagine that this is going on concurrently with The Call of the Raven story, since that focuses on Kaito and Conan teaming up, while Hakuba does his own thing… which just happens to be further drug investigations and the hunting of Spider, up until it crosses over into that story (which includes Hakuba and Akako being a couple for like a month).
holy moly this is long let’s put it behind a read more.
As usual, I’ll move on to the next sequential number for ones I’ve already done.
1: Talk about the first time you watched your favorite movie.
Jurassic Park came out in 1993, a time when the Pioneer Crossing drive in was still around. My family loved that thing in the summer. Fun Friday night, get all of the kids into a double-feature for cheap, bring your own snacks + lawn chairs + snuggly comforters and pillows and plushes if you needed them. I have such fond memories of that time, before there was so much drama and everyone grew up and some of us grew apart…
But, man, Jurassic Park… I remember being so crazy impressed with the CG, which I was incredibly picky about even then as a little kid. And drive in screens are SO HUGE so that dinosaurs were just GIGANTIC (as well they should be!). And we actually got rained on during the t-rex scene, though it was just a little bit of sprinkling so of course we weathered through it… gosh it was cool. Best ever. Movie magic, right there. *swooning sigh*
6: Talk about the worst birthday you’ve had.
An ex friend of mine forgot that she told me she wanted to plan a big party for me until, like, the day before and got mad at me and told me to do it. I told her we could just go out to dinner instead and she was really upset. :/ I started planning my own parties from then on and just invited people. No more of that.
7: Talk about your biggest insecurity.
I’m really good at finding elements that I like about people/things, and I can talk myself into pretty much anything… but I’m afraid that it makes me seem insincere… and I have had people tell me that no one can be that nice/accepting/enthusiastic, so they can’t accept my compliments or feel like I’m trying to get something out of them when I just genuinely like complimenting people. :|||
9: Talk about little things on your body that you like the most.
Uhhhmmm… people tell me that my hands are tiny and cute?????
12: Talk about the worst dream you’ve ever had.
IDK I’ve had a lot of horrible dreams. In high school especially, it seemed like every night I was having a dream where I was being hunted down, raped, and then murdered. I honestly don’t know where they came from… and it definitely did NOT help me want to go to bed.
15: Talk about the time you were most content in life.
Maybe 10th grade? I was finally applying myself in school and getting good grades, doing tons and tons of drawing, roleplaying every day, discovering how much I loved writing, in a capella choir in school, had a couple of friends, an online boyfriend, saw my then-best-friend once or twice a month for fun weekend hangout binges, cooked a lot for my family, was exercising after school on my own terms, and was really really excited about the future. Good times. Very self-motivated, very productive. Lots of time to myself to think. Friends without a ton of social pressure. Worked part-time as a substitute janitor so got to explore the school at night, which was cool. I listened to a lot of Offspring, and learned about Commercial Art and why it’s so amazing.
I miss that.
22: Talk about your worst fear.
Forgetting things, probably… Back when I had cancer stuff, I was severely hypothyroid a lot of the time, so there are these huge gaps in my memory, and that really, really freaks me out. Ever since, I have been prone to forgetting about stuff unless I’m really careful. I mean, I’ve always had attention problems, but not having a thyroid gland really does NOT help that at ALL. I’ll sometimes be talking to someone and forget what I’m saying halfway through and it just… ugh. No.
I watched my grandma completely forget about everything over time when she was diagnosed with alzheimer’s… to the point where, at my dad’s funeral, she kept asking my aunt who died… that’s terrifying.
32: Talk about a place you remember from your childhood.
When we lived in Texas, there was this park just around the corner with a playground and this swampy area with huge bamboo shoots.. my brothers and I used to go and play there, but we weren’t allowed to go down near the water. My dad would cut down bamboo poles for us to fight each other with, though, since… you know, we were ninja turtles or something. It was rad.
34: Talk about the worst physical pain you’ve endured.
I’d say it was the cancer recovery because hyperextended neck and throat cut open holy shit but no I’mma go with ovarian cyst rupture in high school where I was rolling on the floor, vomiting from how bad the pain was, and not even lortab touched it. I just had to wait it out. That sucked.
37: Talk about someone you thought you were in love with.
I had this internet boyfriend from Canada that always made fun of and corrected my spelling/grammar (which is probably why I’m okay at it now, honestly), and forced me into debates about my religious beliefs and stuff all the time. He was a smart guy who got into a fancy liberal college at 16, so it was all sorts of ego and I think he liked that I was so willing to jump through hoops for him. I don’t know why I was so desperate for his approval, but I was.
I studied hard to get better at writing so he wouldn’t be embarrassed by me, and I did a SHIT TON of research about my opinions on all things ethics so that I could match his debates… all while he talked about all of these girls he kept seeing around campus that he really wanted to date and whining to me that they weren’t interesting and I wasn’t allowed to feel upset about it because he agreed to be my boyfriend as long as we both remained “objective” about the fact that it was long distance and the chances of us actually being together were slim, so we should take any opportunity to date in RL if it came up.
But man. After I helped him through several tough rejections from other girls, he decided he really did like me and talked about how we should meet in person and how he really wanted to kiss me and I was struck by the fact that I thought that was really gross and I DID NOT WANT TO KISS HIM NO SIR.
And the only time he ever seemed to show approval was when I was willing to compromise my own feelings for whatever he wanted. I remember one of the only times he told me that he loved me first was when he asked if having kids some day was a requirement, and I said “well I really want kids, but that would be something that would have to be mutually decided on between me and whoever I marry” and he was like “I love you” and I was just like :/
Soon after, he asked me to give him an ego stroke (like literally, he asked me to compliment him a bunch so that he could feel even cooler about himself that day, I guess he was having fun), and after I came up with a list of objective qualities (because he was always very picky about the compliments I was allowed to give to him; they had to be just so), he asked if there was any reason why I wouldn’t want to be with him forever and
uh
I dumped him
oops.
3: Talk about the person for which you’ve had the most intense romantic feelings.
COMPLETELY DIFFERENT THAN THE AFOREMENTIONED PERSON IS AARON, that guy that I totally married and have been with forever and he is just amazing okay like
During the whole cancer thing people were all “omg what are you going to do about your boyfriend” and I was all ??? and they said “Well people don’t want to stay with someone who has cancer!” and then Aaron was like “WTF??? I’M NOT GOING TO BREAK UP WITH HER BECAUSE SHE HAS CANCER WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH YOU” and so on
like the notion, to him, was completely absurd.
He is the best person in the entire world and I love him to bits and pieces and aahhh <3 <3 <3 <3 such a cutie and so smart and he gets all embarrassed when I compliment him and he does things like go to the store to get something and also get a little thing of peanut butter m&ms because he knows that I like them but I almost never ever buy candy for myself
and he’ll wear the Detective Conan shirt that I bought him and he won’t even be embarrassed
AND AND AND
WHEN HE GETS A CAN OF SODA he almost ALWAYS puts it against my cheek because he knows I think it’s SO CUTE that Shinichi does that to Ran and then he always laughs at me when I squeak because it’s COLD and he is just so amused and
Most of my dreams are weird and/or nightmares, but there was this one dream that I had in my junior year of high school where my little brother and I were traveling together covertly to escape from religious persecution (???) and ended up in ancient Jerusalem… at which point, like, I ran into Jesus and he basically told me that I was gonna be okay. Which… is really weird feeling for me to be telling people about but it sure stands out even after all of this time. I guess it was just really nice and comforting.
And I’m serious that most of my dreams are nightmareish. I guess even in that dream, there were people trying to kill us, so… … … yeah. Why am I always being hunted?
36: Talk about your guilty pleasures.
Neon Genesis Evangelion.
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don’t talk to me.
38: Talk about songs that remind you of certain people.
Everyone’s got a different sort of song-feel to them for me. Sometimes it takes a really long time to pick up on what it is. That said, I don’t really want to name names because I know too many people and their songs. 8) SO INSTEAD I’m going to pick some of my muses and list ONE song that I have on their individual playlists:
I like to believe in a sort of… karma/reincarnation thing because it’s totally rad. Where you die and you are like “Woah I’m back in the game room” and there are your friends and stuff and they’re plotting out their next lives like an RPing session and they’re like “hey it’s about time you showed up!” and you all high five and talk about the stuff that happened in your last life and then you get stuff ready and welcome your other friends when they come over and then BAM LET’S DO A NEW LIFE THIS WILL BE INTERESTING~
IDK what death is really like but I’m gonna go with that.
33: Talk about what you do when you are sad.
Depends on the reason why I’m sad. A lot of times I will make sad puppy eyes at my friends online, or browse tumblr hoping for some sort of spark. Other times I will lie on the floor and stare at the ceiling. Sometimes I will write destructive stories. Or draw sad things. Or cuddle my cats and cry.
Usually it involves moping and hoping someone will notice me…??? 😐
39: Talk about things you wish you’d known earlier.
Goodness, there are a lot of things… One of them being that it doesn’t actually matter if I want to use the same attack over and over and over again in my pokemon games; the NPC trainers aren’t going to get mad at me for it. It would have saved me hours, probably.
…then again, I don’t think it would have been nearly as satisfying…
40: Talk about the end of something in your life.
I went to university to become an animator, but I realized by the end of the 2nd semester that it was not going to work, which crushed my heart and soul. BUT… with Disney saying “no more traditional animation,” my arm’s tendinitis flipping the heck out, and my animation major friends routinely calling me crying because of deadlines and wanting to kill themselves, I guess it was for the best in the end.
You can’t be a successful animator and a procrastinator, as it turns out. :S
Okay, here is the ultra cheesy story. I was 17, just graduated from high school, and my then online boyfriend flew out to visit me. We’d been dating online for 2 years by that point, and we met in person – for the first time!!! – two days before our anniversary of becoming a couple. Anyway, picking him up at the airport, we were both super shy.
And it stayed that way the whole trip UNTIL!!!! we went on our ePIC ROMANTIC DATE for our anniversary, and then I dropped him off at his hotel room after (and did NOT go in the room because that was so against the rules), and he hugged me to say goodbye and then just… touched my chin and tilted my head up and kissed me and it was ultra magical and I was shaking and my legs were weak and I buried my face against him and the asked if he could kiss me again and it was just – ahh <3
We finally did say goodnight, though, and I went home all sorts of stupid happy.
btw I married him 3 years later and we’ve been happily together ever since.
17: Talk about someone you want to be friends with.
Oh gosh. Do they have to be a person living today? Because I would love to hang out with Mark Twain or Walt Disney and just like talk about all of the things. Or do you mean the qualifications that I look for in a friend? People who are passionate and understand that flaws do not make a person bad, they just make someone INTERESTING.
IDK I make friends with most people that I meet because I love people usually… uhm… There are some people that I wish would notice me, sure, but I am way too shy to name names.
18: Talk about something that happened in elementary school.
My birthday is at the end of August – the 28th, specifically – and the cutoff date for the year is September 1st for schools in the area. So I just barely squeaked by and was the youngest of everyone in class. And because I freaking love dogs and horses and am totally demi and wasn’t with my typical age group talking about how hot guys were without their shirts on (omg why would you have a poster of that in your room ugh), my parents thought that I should be held back a year. Immaturity or something.
Anyway, they gave me all of these tests to see if they could hold me back but alas, I was TOO SMART and the school board determined that it would be detrimental to make me retake 2nd grade so I continued to not relate to my peers for the rest of my school career. My friends were almost always either a lot younger or a lot older than I was… and I always had more male friends than female. SHRUGS.
24: Talk about something someone told you that meant a lot.
Once upon a time, I went to a week-long writing conference and was an author assistant and it was fantastic. Part of the time involved critiques, though, by said author and the classmates, and even I had to submit some writing. Most of the comments on my piece were very positive, but there was debate about whether it should be classified as YA or MG, given the story elements inherent in my outline. It was a good critique, but for some reason it dissolved into an argument amongst the class about whether I’d portrayed the male protagonist well enough (or if he seemed too girly), and finally one person said “Don’t listen to them; I think it’s fantastic and I would go buy a copy right now if I could, AND I’d want my son read it because the writing is so spot on.”
I mean, everyone’s comments were valid and they are certainly entitled to their own opinion, but that totally made my week.
