Minorikawa

Marry in hopes that I can live the comfortable life of a house husband.

Suede shoes

How is it this thread can only be resuscitated with still more killing? Alas, I release the rope, and the piano drops upon the poor Leo.

New hire

Not guilty. I don't think I've ever had Thai, actually. The next poster is going to be afraid of stepping on the scale after their weekend plans.

They say it's all the little things that add up, and there's so many individual little things that make a big difference when writing with love_and_poprocks. She is very open to hearing her partner's ideas even when working on her plot idea or story seed, and while she definitely has an intent in mind with the story, she's open to change if she believes your ideas will help make it better or more enjoyable for the both of you. This rolls into how accommodating she is, checking to see what sort of kinks or ideas her partner wishes to explore. However, what really grabbed me was the manner in which she conveyed her character's personality. As I said, it's the little things that add up, and love_and_poprocks knows how to describe the facial expressions, the way in which her character walks, sits, or gestures, and many other little bits of information that clearly communicate the loveable personality in my brain. It's one thing to select a hot photo reference for the character, it's enough to convey a personality that makes one eager to interact each post, yearning to see how she'll respond. These elements persist both outside of and within the smut. Taking the lead in a scene can be difficult as it depends heavily on your partner's ability to respond (though, in turn, the partner's ability to respond requires you offer enough to lead). It was intoxicating witnessing the picture painted by her prose, visualizing and hearing every bit of pleasure her character experienced. Those same bits of body language and expressions are just as important here, and they truly helped sell the scene as a passionate one. I was admittedly nervous and anticipating love_and_poprocks to be too busy or to reject me when I reached out, but I'm so glad I took the chance because she is the model of an ideal partner. However, I must caution that this means she certainly deserves a top-class partner herself, so be ready to push your own abilities to the limit to help provide excellent characters, story ideas, and details for her to work with. It is a partnership, after all.

Guilty, and I hate that I know this. The next poster unironically enjoys the 1998 Roland Emmerich Godzilla movie and is proud of it even if I am silently judging them for it.

Guilty. So, so guilty. Though really, no one does Godzilla like Japan. The next poster was always more of a Gamera person than Godzilla person.

Does the crack jiggle when smacked?

Fuck. Them titties, in particular.

Ever since Izzie asked for instrumentals I've been listening to this soundtrack, this track on repeat in particular...

(I thought it was the title of my autobiography...) Misunderstood youth

Not guilty. I have such awful luck that I'm the one bound to get the faulty equipment. Or to get eaten by a shark. Or fucked by a dolphin on the sea floor. The next poster is old enough to have seen Free Willy in theaters, or at the very least on VHS tape.

Marry, with the expectation I'll be killed for the life insurance money.

Last bump in a while I swear. Some stories seem to have vanished from under me. Revised with more concrete story ideas, emphasizing the desire for a concrete goal to work towards.

Risky pleasures

Not guilty, but I probably wouldn't mind with the right people. The next poster likes amusement parks but hates roller coasters.

Space warp

Guilty and I hate it. It's one of those bucket list items, but I'd need to see an old style campy sci-fi movie for it to be truly special. The next poster believes Hollywood's best years were in black and white.

...from scratch? Not guilty, I've never cooked from scratch. Bought at the store? Guilty, but largely because you just boil it. The next poster has a food they used to love but cannot stomach any longer.

Car bomb

Hat thrown into the ring.

Cherry Blossoms

Not guilty, and it... kind of sucks. Either I've done the thing so many times that my memory has been over-written, or I more remember the feeling of something, but most "first times" that are memorable are only memorable because they ended in disaster or led to disaster. This includes romance and relationships. Wait! Guilty. I still remember the first time I had crab cakes. They were awesome. The next person has a guilty pleasure food no one else seems to understand.

Come again?