out; Rinny mun is a complete sap

“Love you more~”

“Oh yeah? Not possible~”

“I think it’s very possible~”

“Can’t be! I think you’re the greatest ever~”

“But you’re just as great! If not better!”

“Flattery gets you everywhere!” Sora erupted into childish laughter. “It’s great to see you, Rin!”

“Of course it does~ That’s why I do it.” She offered a wink, and chuckled. “It’s great to see you too, Sora. It’s been too long!”

“It really has! I’m glad you’re here now, though. You have to tell me what you’ve been up to!” With a luminescent grin flashed in gleaming enamel, he tipped forward at the waist to peer up at Rinoa; a curious

birdlike cant of his head with those wide eyes cheerful. “I hope you have some stories for me~”

“Well a lot has happened. As you know I was called back to Timber to help Zone and Watts with something, but ever since then I’ve been back in Balamb. Squall is off on another mission, so Angelo and I have been traveling to different parts of the world. It’s something to pass the time.” She smiled,

and clasped her hands behind her back. “What about yourself? What have you been doing?”

“Actually, that sounds like a lot of fun—traveling and all!” Straightening his posture into a full stand, both hands rose to pillow the back of his head. “I’ve been doing a lot of traveling, too. Did I tell you

about the Mark of Mastery exam?” A wistful smile followed the inquiry. “I was tested to see if I was a true Keyblade Master. That’s really all you missed. I mean, well…it’s kind of a long story.”

“It’s tons of fun! I’ve met a lot of new people because of it. Not all of them are nice, but most are!” The ravenette canted her head as she looked at him. “A Mark of Mastery exam? No I don’t think you

told me about that!” Rinoa smiled and leaned forward on the balls of her feet. “Did you pass? You had to! I mean you’re so good at wielding it! And why don’t you tell me? I want to hear it all!”

An awkward laugh passed through Sora as he swallowed just a bit of disappointment. “Weeell…see, Riku and I were both tested. We were supposed to complete this task we were given: go into the dream

worlds and wake up seven sleeping worlds. It turns out that I was a target by a man named Xehanort. He wanted to use me as a vessel…because he’s trying to start this war and he’s making an army.” Frowning, the keybearer’s attention fell to his feet. “Xehanort almost got me, too. If Riku hadn’t saved me…well, I really owe him a lot.” With a quick nod, he glanced back up at Rinoa. “I didn’t pass

but Riku did. He’s a Keyblade Master now,” and Sora was proud to say so.

“That war’s gonna happen, though. We’re getting ourselves ready for it, Rin. We have to stop Xehanort and his army from opening Kingdom Hearts.”

Rinoa placed her hand to her chin as she listened to Sora’s story. It seemed a lot had happened to him while they had been apart. And to hear that her best friend had almost been taken wasn’t something she liked to hear. But, she was glad that Riku had been there to save him. The ravenette lowered her hand and glanced at her friend.

“Well I’m glad to hear that you’re safe for now. As for Riku, I’m really proud of him, but I’m also very proud of you as well. You’re an amazing person, Sora. And I won’t let this Xehanort hurt you guys! I want to help you out! I don’t want whatever this man’s goal is to happen.”

She placed a hand in front of him, and shook her head. “And don’t try to stop me, Sora! I’m going whether you want me to or not! Friends stick together, and we will stop this!”

“But—”

And don’t try to stop me, Sora! I’m going whether you want me to or not! Friends stick together, and we will stop this!

“Rinoa…” There was a sense of finality in her tone that he knew he’d never be able to combat. Strong willed and stubborn, she would argue tooth and nail until she had her way. That was why, however, he felt

such a powerful gratitude towards her; she really was a wonderful friend.

With a slow nod, he closed his eyes and smiled in soft affection. “Thank you. I’ll keep you safe, I promise.”

Her hands were on her hips as she watched him try to refute her. There would be no fighting her on this; once she had her mind set on something, she wouldn’t be told no. That’s how she got into trouble at times,

but that didn’t matter right now.

She watched as his face ran through many types of emotion, but she knew that he wasn’t going to stop her. He knew that he couldn’t. When she heard him speak, her lips pulled into a small smile. She walked over to

him, and wrapped her arms around him tightly.

“I won’t let anything happen to you either. I promise. Just stay close to me, and we can do this. I know we can.”

Sora’s arms rose after a passing beat of hesitance, sliding around her waist to hold Rinoa against him with the silent desperation of the promise he’d made. With his eyes parted to slits, he wore a pensive expression

and offered a single nod of resolution. “You’re right.”

The weight of the situation threatened to bury, drown and suffocate, but where his thundering fear churned stood Rinoa with an extended hand and an encouraging air. That connection—among the others with which his heart was built—would keep him strong and in return he would do what he could to offer the very same.

“We’ll win this together, all of us,” and with a half smile, he constricted the embrace before releasing. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Her arms stayed firmly around her friend; the thought that she had almost lost him was enough to never want to let go. She didn’t want to lose him; she didn’t want to lose any of her friends. Rinoa refused to sit

around and watch her friends get hurt; if she had the power to save them, then she was going to use it.

She pulled slightly away from him, and poked his nose with a soft smile. “I know I am. I’m not gonna let anything happen to you, Sora. And if Riku was here I’m sure he’d say the same thing.”

Yes, this would be dangerous, but that didn’t matter to her. What mattered to her was doing all she could to help Sora, and Riku. This wasn’t going to be a normal battle, but she would provide her strength and

powers for this. A soft chuckle passed her lips, and she shook her head. “This is what friends do, we rely on each other. And that power is stronger than anything else! And you know I’ll always be here for

you, Sora. You don’t even have to ask.”

As if Sora needed further reason to appreciate the honest care he was being offered, Rinoa presented a thousand more crystalline vines of positivity; a beautiful array of iridescent smiles and opaque lines of

friendship connecting the two.

Regardless of the hardships, she would remain at his side. For better or worse, Rinoa was unyielding. In that moment, the entire relationship they’d established piqued and now, here they were, making a pact to

keep the other safe.

“The same goes for you, okay? I know sometimes we don’t see each other for a while but even if we’re separated, we’re still together in our hearts. You and me…we’ll always be a team.” The

soothing smile broke into a much brighter grin as the gravity eased. “Thank you.” Without warning then, Sora stepped forward to draw the sorceress back into a fond embrace as he gave a short laugh. “We’ll

knock ‘em all out!”

ooc: Originally, I did. It was an outlet when I started all of those years ago. I had no friends and was bullied at school daily, and for me, roleplaying was a great way to get away from life. What I’ve learned, though, is

that it’s not healthy for me to look at it that way. I can’t just turn tail and run when things get difficult.

Now, roleplaying is a hobby. It serves as stress relief, sure, but it’s more of a point of interest for me. I genuinely enjoy it from a writing aspect. Roleplaying is a creative outlet when my energy starts to rattle.

Thank you for the interest. <3

Kiseki smiled gently at the other's antics. It was adorable.. every action he made.. every smile and every look he gave him though he would never admit it, fearing the male's outburst of 'I'm not cute!' and other similar cries, though Kisa would probably just cover his mouth with his own to silence him, every kiss lasted forever in his mind, sending him into exstacy of pleasure. "Your going to force me into loving you for eternity?... No problem there cu- hun.. I love your smell.. don't change it..." he mumbled nuzzling into his neck affectionatly the red head freezing at the comment a sigh escaped his lips as he pulled away trapping the male against his chest "I'm not hungry.. it just feels good.." he whispered chuckling melodically.

"NO! I DON'T WANT TO GET NAKED AND SPOIL THIS MOMENT! Continue talking with me... tell me about your day.. tell me about what you did.. who you talked to.. where you went.. everything! please..." he whispered burying his face into the other's head of blonde hair "You dyed your hair?" he mumbled taking in the other's scent in one large breath. Kiseki slid out from his boyfriend's hold, laying on his stomach as he began to open the boxes of rice balls that the other had made "I know.. I know.. feed it to me baby..." he chuckled winking at the blonde and shaking his behind as best as he could in the odd position.

"Your ador- manly.."

//goodnight..

Dusk had fallen and the raven haired vampire was nowhere in sight, usually he could be found pestering his beloved for food or to spend the night in his bed however tonight he wasn't even within five meters of the home. Instead the prince was out in the clearing within the forest, the very clearing that his boyfriend had once set up a picnic mat for a romantic evening under the stars. This time it was his turn to do something romantic and show his beloved that he wasn't an entire dick.. in fact he was aiming to prove to not only his boyfriend but everyone that he wasn't such a bad guy after all.

As evening began to fall quicker the raven worked hard on setting up a tent within the clearing the male holding up the instructions in front of

himself a sof sigh escaping his lips "How do I connect piece five.. with piece twelve?" he had asked himself before seating himself by the pieces he had already set up, Kiseki chuckled and began circling specific areas within the instructions his gaze suddenly shifting to the mobile phone that sat untouched beside his tennis bag full of candles. Crossing his legs Kisa began to text his beloved his co-ordinates, making sure he emphasized the situation as... urgent. It read..

VAIN!!COME QUICK!CLEARING WHERE WE HAD OUR DATE.

With that he sent it and returned to his task of setting up the romantic scene, which also included unfolding the mattresses and sleeping bags from yet another tennis bag.

Finally Kiseki had finished setting up the romantic scene, candles had been placed about the tent setting off a faint glow. The tent had been split into two separate rooms.. the first a small bedroom which Kiseki had made sure was small enough for there to be only enough room for the both of them to snuggle and fall asleep touching. The other room was a small room that Kiseki had filled with pillows and blankets, designed directly for eating dinner in the candle light., it wasn't until another group of campers had arrived that the vampire had wished he had hired an RV for the night.. maybe this idea really was stupid.. biting his lip the vampire wondered how long it would be before his beloved presented himself and just how long it would take him to clean up and hire the said RV.

Deciding against it the vampire sat himself down within the surprisingly comfy bedding, looking out at the family that had only just arrived a light smile tracing his lips as he waited patiently for his boyfriend.

1.) What would you do if Kiseki got hit on?

“You say that like it’s never happened before. Hah, well, I try not to overreact but sometimes it annoys me…so I get kinda, uh—heh, never mind!”

2.) What do you fancy the most about Riku?

“Everything! I mean, I really don’t have one thing I really like about him because…I just love Kiseki. Everything that makes him up, like his strength of heart or his intelligence? I don’t know, it’s

everything. But, y’know, I really like it when he smiles.”

3.) What are your fears?

“Um, right now? I’m…kind of…afraid of this year’s swim completion. We’ll win it, we will, but I’ve never had an group beside me and I can’t let anything happen to anyone.”

4.) Is Kiseki ever a jerk to you?

“That’s not even a question. Yeah, of course he is! I’m a jerk to him, too.”

5.) What does Kiseki do when you’re a jerk to him? or are you not a jerk?

“I wish I wasn’t a jerk. I can’t always help it? Heh, uh, anyway, we argue sometimes. It’s always over stupid things, too, but we’ve always sorta been butted heads.”

6.) How many roleplaying accounts do you have?

ooc: I use to have three, but I deactivated one. Apparently Trainer Red is extremely popular with..rape? No it was just a lot of drama.

7.) What is Vain’s best feature?

ooc: Physically? I love his eyes because I find them incredibly emotive. Personality-wise, though? I love his optimism. At times he’s remarkably naive but to me, it’s endearing. Anyone who can go through what

he has and still find reasons to smile is a hero in my book.

8.) Believe in love at first sight?

“I guess it’s possible? The heart does a lot of really powerful things…”

9.) How do you feel about everyone wanting rape your admin?

“WHAT? No one’s raping anybody!”

10.) Favourite school subject?

“…lunchtime!”

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//To Wri te Love o n H e r Ar m s:

I’ve seen a post going around that’s attempting to take away the validity of this day. As someone who’s dealt with both self-harm and thoughts of suicide, I want to speak up and say:

FUCK YOU

You’re right, writing love in pen or sharpie isn’t going to save the universe but you know what? It’s about awareness. It’s like wearing a ribbon for cancer—the act in itself isn’t meant to save, it’s meant to organize.

So you dislike the people in charge of this? That’s great, then don’t donate to them and don’t participate since you’re associating this week with them. No one is going to force you. (Although, these claims aren’t supported with facts and articles so I won’t pass judgment one way or the other.)

But how dare you try to dismiss this entirely?

When I was told that someone very important to me was going to be writing love on her arm for me, I can’t express how that made me feel. So you’re right, maybe it won’t save lives, but maybe, just maybe, it’ll make some people feel supported.

I did it and I’m proud.

—— He thought for a moment and stared up at the clouds for a while before coming to a decision. “Well, whatever you want, really,” he allowed quietly. “Just name it. We can egg students from the shadows if you want or just—” he scratched his head, unlikely of his answer. How fleeting were his words. They had no more thought or caution, firing off whenever they pleased. “…relax and do absolutely nothing for the rest of the hour or until your classes resume.” Not that he was expecting her to go to them or whatnot.

—— He didn’t mean it, but then again, the moment was asking for it. Len should have expected it shortly after suggesting the thought of throwing eggs at people. Ah, but how he remembered that night when he went through all of her homework. It was hard work, alright, but, fun. He liked doing those things anyway.“Alright, let’s see what you’ve got!” he encouraged readily.“Let’s see if your results are even better than the last few sheets I saw back then ~”

—— Slowly sitting up and stretching cautiously like a cat, Len could feel the sudden stiffness he endured while being suppressed in that position for a very long time. He took the papers from Deja without any suspicion whatsoever and neatly stacked them in a pile, placing them on the grass where it was dry. He then took the first slip of paper from the top and began to happily read it carefully. Towards getting to the bottom, his brows came to furrow, as if in careful concentration, eventually running a finger along the page.

—— “This one’s good!” he commented, suddenly pulling into a smile. He then took the next slip and read through again as he had done before.

He continued through with pleasant contempt, humming the notes every now and then without concern or awareness of doing so. Sometimes Len would take the pencil and circle a few things lightly, not saying a word as he did. Silence, the two sat in. Only the light humming he would make every so often in reflection to his notes would sound out every once or twice per page. It turns out that a ton of homework had been placed out since the time he had gone.

—— It was funny that Len did not pay any sort of attention to anything else, being bounded by Deja’s homework he was too well engrossed with them to realize that his friend had fallen asleep. He diligently worked through each piece, forgetting to mumble one or two words every now and then to assure that he was still aware of his surroundings which in the end he came not to prove as truthfully, humming candidly to himself every now and then pleasantly without a care in the world. It was not until long periods of time later when he turned to Deja with a cheery smile.

—— “I finished!” he called out. But the boy silenced himself, chuckling quietly to see her away from reality, deeply in slumber. Had he bored her that much, he thought? It didn’t seem to matter, however. It was not a bother to him whatsoever.

10m mens platform diving preliminary round

Armstand – a platform dive that begins from the hands.Platform – a fixed diving board, at least 6m long and 3m wide. In Olympic competition, it’s 10m above the water.Pike – a diving position for which the diver bends the body at the hips, keeping the legs straight. Springboard – a flexible diving board, at least 4.8m long and 50cm wide.Tuck – a diving position in which the diver curls up into a ball, holding the shins towards the body.

Garcia and Sanchez performed the hardest dive ever executed in Olympic competition, doing an inward 4 1/2 somersaults in tuck with a degree of difficulty of 4.1. The Mexican team also had the highest total difficulty at 18.9, a whopping 1.0 point higher than Great Britain at 17.9.

1.) 200 m Butterfly (8) 1:30 pm Rome, Italy September 24, 20122.) 4×200 m Freestyle relay (3) 5:00 pm Rome, Italy July 24, 20123.) 4×100 m Medley relay (3) 5:00 pm Rome, Italy September 25, 2012

YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL! I want you to remember you’re sweet, nice, kind, and caring; I want you to know that you shouldn’t change, for anybody. You’re one of a kind, you’re YOU, you’re flawless, and even if you make mistakes, it’s okay, it shows that you’re human; stay strong and beautiful and pass this to the first 10 people you see on your dash! #thebeautifulproject ♥ :D

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According to Vain, the swift diving motions had to be precise, being the perfectionist that he was when it came to swimming. –Everything had to flow flawlessly. The Academy Pool was where the teenager would be found, spending the better part of his day working hard to perfect his techniques. However at the moment swimming was not on his agenda, the young swimmer had developed a trifling fever due to frosty exposure to untimely nights and early crack of dawn water.

Lying down on an extensive divan within the walls of his bedroom, and silky crimson covers wrapped around his small frame, Vain blankly gazed up at a pallid ceiling; Shaping of mature glow-stars perceptible. Many thoughts had roamed about here, filling

his head with faint tumors as he coughed softly and shifted to his side. How long was it since he last spoke to his boyfriend? Three days? Maybe a week or two? – It felt like infinity to the human. Finding himself in a desperate need to hear his beloved’s easeful voice he picked up his phone and dialed the first two familiar digits. A little hesitant as he pressed the next number, Vain sighed and slowly closed his cell phone before he had a chance to punch in the last few digits. He had been meaning to tell Kiseki all about the current events that kept him from seeing the other, but every time he had and opening to converse with the other, something would unfortunately come up ruining his explanation.

It had seems as if all faults were on Vains side. Telling his boyfriend wasn’t an selection he desired, hed rather face the financial bills by himself rather than have to ask for his boyfriends step fathers money. So he did, right after swim practice Vain would go straight to work—If you could even call it that? Since the old hour the blonde was able to work was little, he had go around doing little errands people and also The fifthteen year old had gained experience within the marketing in