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You know who would make the perfect wedding date? Nanami Kento. Even if you’re not together, he treats you like someone he could spend a lifetime beside. He's the type who shows up early, dressed sharp but with his sleeves rolled up, offering to iron your dress without a second thought - just wanting to be helpful, to be close.

He's the type who sits through hours of dress try-ons, calm and attentive, offering quiet praise with that soft look in his eyes. You don’t see the way his fingers twitch when you smile at yourself in the mirror. You don’t notice how he lingers on the little details - how the color of your dress brings out your eyes, how your laugh makes the room feel lighter.

He brings over his whole tie collection, more invested than he’d ever admit, just to match with you. And when he hands you your favorite coffee that morning, there’s a small note on the lid in his handwriting - just a simple “You’ll be beautiful today.” He acts like it’s nothing.

He even shows up with a bottle of nail polish, a shade he spent far too long picking out, and offers - half shy, half serious - to paint your toes for you. His hands are steady, but his heart isn’t.

At the reception, he holds your purse while you dance with your friends, watching you with that quiet, wistful expression he tries to hide. He doesn't let himself hope for more , but when you reach for him during a slow song, when your hand slips into his and he pulls you close, he lets himself pretend. Just for a little while that he will always be your plus one.

y’all gotta start writing reiner like the PATHETIC LOSER he is and not this macho man🙄🙄😭 . make him whimper and moan a lil damn ‼️

The Double standards , The ugliness and filth of this world , The vilest human era throughout the universe

can someone please change the fucking prophecy

there is just so much beauty in dry humping

Very urgent

The situation is very dangerous. My children’s lives are in danger. Their skin is melting and peeling from diseases. There are no medical points or doctors to treat them. There is no food available for them. Israel is killing us. Please do not help it with that, but rather help me. I have nothing left but my children. After I lost my family, my home, and everything I have, I have no hope left but you. Imagine that you In my place. Please, with a heavy heart, I ask for your support

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extra desperate

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

fuck jk rowling & her funky ass harry potter books.

I need to know Lady in Waiting's response to Knight Aizawa being "married" (a mighty need)

A flair of disappointment hits you as you realize Eri is alone. Her dress is haphazardly pulled over her head, her poor little arms barely pulled through the sleeves. Her hands are still halfway through the openings and fumbling with the front ties of her dress, picking and pulling at the silk clumsily. You rush over and immediately start adjusting.

"Is Sir Aizawa not with you today?" you ask. The dresses aren't his Forte, but he at least knows enough to not let her struggle by herself or to wait for you to arrive.

"He's with my dad," the child explains. The knight and the king go back all the way to their childhood. After the war, when Toshinori rose to power, Aizawa was appointed as guard to the princess- a relatively easy retirement gift.

"Is this going to be the dress I wear to the ball?" Eri asks as you free her hands.

"No, your dress is going to be yellow and much bigger, remember?" Last year, when the princess wore pink, Aizawa was forced into a dashing suit and a matching rose colored pocket square. You wonder if this year will be the same; he's rather dashing in yellow, it brings out just how dark his eyes really are.

"Is your knight going to be at the ball, Eri?"

"Mhm, he always lets me dance on his feet." She lets you tie her ribbons into giant, looping bows. "But last time, he said I was getting too big!"

That's the real reason you've fallen for the man. Despite everything, despite how he wants to appear, he's soft and loving. He treats the princess as if she were his own daughter.

You're aware it's a ridiculous crush; the man has treated you kindly, of course, but there's very little chance that he would ever pursue you. Unlike most Ladies in Waiting, your lineage is not very noble. Your father was a general in his day and the King gave you this position after his death to make sure you were cared for.

"You're getting older. When you're my age, you'll get to dance with whoever you want."

She thinks about this for a moment. "But I only want to dance with my knight."

That pulls a laugh from you, even as your chest aches. "Me too, Princess. He's a very good dancer."

The princess giggles along with you for a long while, helping you finish smoothing her dress.

"Do you know if Sir Aizawa is married, Eri?" you ask suddenly.

"Yeah! He is!"

"Oh, that's very good for him." You pull your lips together to keep your smile despite how your chest suddenly aches, "Is she pretty?"

"I dunno-"

"Say 'I don't know.'"

"I don't know." She stresses her correction, "But Mr. Knight is pretty, so his wife is probably pretty too."

Your heart sinks even farther. Of course, he would have a beautiful partner. Your longing and wondering now feels immature; who are you to be wanting after someone of such a status anyway?

"Wonderful." You pinch a smile on to your cheeks, "That's wonderful for him."