Your voice was really calm and sweet, and the tone of voice was pleasant to the ear. Despite your bad personality, you showed him that you, being yourself, and never take back your words is one of the good traits you have. I merely complain about what I see without knowing the story behind it. However, Fenrir, you can cry with joy, because I grow to respect you after knowing you story behind your actions.
You have a visible flaw but you also have visible talent that lingers around you. He finds it fascinating. Thank you for requesting me this cute headcanons! I hope you like this one! When you sneak around and get off the bed while sleeping with him, he realized it immediately but stayed in bed because of how tired he was. Might as well become a real soldier.
It seems that my little lady needs to be punished. Only your hair. Both MC and the chosen Ikerev suitors got their gender bends because of magic and lasted until the end of the day.
Those disgraceful people should pay with their lives! He even almost laughed when Lancelot was trying to protect you as if he was a jealous girlfriend and wanting her boyfriend for herself.
Just forget about them and come with me. He also laughed as if there was no tomorrow and wiped his tears off his eyes from laughing so hard.
You also slightly giggled in which you earn a light scolding from Sirius but you still laughed anyway. He worriedly asked while caressing your cheek gently. Though, it was hard to convince Seth about your well-being, you finally get through with his protective brother demeanor and continued the day. He spends the whole remaining day making fun of Ray for being a girl and always compares their height and teased him with every chance he gets. Ray always threatened that if Fenrir continues like this, he will do bad things to him.
Though, it does not faze Fenrir as he just continues his teasing. As for you, Seth imagines that you were more of the gentlemen and protective type in appearance and personality-wise.
Seth formed a rectangular shape in front of him with his fingers as a smile grew through his face. The moment he exclaimed that, you slightly blush while Ray was turning his head away from the shyness of the compliment. He only chuckled by the sight but still asked if Ray and you were alright with the chance of new genders which Ray and you replied with nodded heads. He smiled and was glad that his companions are alright and out of instinct, patted their heads softly.
He acts like he would care less about it and go back to his own things but deep down it was a massive shock for him on the inside. Sofia The First. The Muffin Song. Lancelot Kingsley, Jonah Clemence. Ray Blackwell, Lancelot Kingsley, Zero. Posts Following Ask me anything Archive. I know this is a long ask so feel free to ignore it. Filled with a stack of papers everywhere!
I see. That was his first impression. What are you talking about? Is it not to your liking? I love it! You really lived a lame life. Ikemen Revolution Lyric Prank Another lyric prank on my free time! This is your second request! Who looks weak but is strong-willed. Why did you ask me to do laps!? You look actually so beautiful. Edgar Bright : He slightly chuckled while gripping your shoulder firmly and observing both of you. To think this would be the one change of a lifetime I could get.
I saw her first! I should lead the way! Wait, why am I blushing madly?! Did they do something to you? Why am I like this?! Is this a side effect of the magic?! Know your place. How about that? Everything is going to be alright. Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal. One Direction. What Makes You Beautiful Live.
Thank you so much for getting this one to number one You're turning heads when you walk through the do-o-or Don't need make-up to cover-up Being the way that you are is enou-ou-ough Everyone else in the room can see it Baby, you light up my world like nobody else The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed You don't know, oh-oh You don't know you're beautiful If only you saw what I can see You'll understand why I want you so desperately Right now, I'm lookin' at you, and I can't believe You don't know, oh-oh You don't know you're beautiful, oh-oh That's what makes you beautiful So, c-come on, you got it wrong To prove I'm right, I'll put it in a song I don't know why you're being shy Everyone else in the room can see it Everyone else, but you Sing it!
He was a grand old man of English letters, a comic master, recipient of the Booker Prize, a Knight of the British Empire. He hated it, and resented his family, who suffered from a false sense of superior status, and a fear of losing a rank it never had in the first place. The only child of older parents, he was forbidden neighborhood friends who were deemed too common.
While he was loved and pampered, he was also smothered. His mother did everything for him, down to feeding him by hand, even when he was thirteen, setting the stage for a man who was hopelessly helpless, who could neither drive a car nor use a telephone.
His school career was unremarkable until he was ten when a new teacher introduced him to Shakespeare and poetry. Amis wrote a poem of his own, and found that he liked it. When he was twelve, he attended the City of London School where boys wore uniforms and striped pants, and read Greek and Latin. There he discovered G. Chesterton and American jazz, and continued to write poetry that he later called pieces of appalling pretentiousness and affectation.
His wickedly funny impersonations of teachers and other boys guaranteed his popularity. He won a scholarship to Oxford and started there in the spring of War cast a low-key atmosphere over the school, hardly what he had expected from novels about the school. Rationing made all sorts of things scarce, from sugar to gasoline, and he stood in long lines for extra food and cigarettes. It was in such a queue that he met fellow student Philip Larkin.
The two discovered they shared a love of movies, jazz, and drinking; more importantly they were savagely uninterested in the same things, and the two became lifelong friends. Despite rationing, Amis managed to find enough sherry to get drunk for the first time in his life, an event which left him vomiting into a chamber pot. He also arranged for his first sexual encounter, through a friend who knew a woman who was willing but had a couple of requests: that he first read a marriage manual, and next, that he lay in a supply of condoms.
By the summer of he could no longer put off joining the army. Basic training and military routine were tedious, but eventually he was transferred to the Signal Corps where he fared a little better. Eventually he was sent to Normandy, where he served as a radio operator, dispatching and receiving messages. There was no beer, and of course no whisky even if I could have afforded it. But there was some stuff called burgundy. While in Belgium, he drank a cocktail called Gin and French, three parts gin to two parts vermouth.
In , he was focused on one young woman in particular. Hilary Bardwell was a seventeen-year-old art student when he saw her in a tearoom. She was not at all sure that she was interested in the threadbare English student in the baggy suit, but she allowed herself to be pursued. And she likes me. She was also incredibly understanding.
In the late s, a man would have always escorted a woman home. Not so Kingsley Amis. His terror of riding a bus alone and entering a dark room meant that Hilly took him to his place first, then saw herself home. The end-result was that Hilly was pregnant late in Their parents reluctantly attended a short wedding service in January , then took the couple to tea.
They soon had a cottage, a dog, a cat, and a son, Philip, named for Larkin. While Hilly stayed home with the baby, Amis took the bus to Oxford where he attended lectures by J. Hilly was left isolated, with no transportation, a baby, and another soon on the way. A little more than a year after their wedding, she found that he was cheating on her, not with one woman, but with many, some of them her friends.
While he obtained a degree, he failed to defend his thesis for a higher degree to an antagonistic examiner he had insulted. Lecturing at the University College of Swansea was secure, but the pay was so small that he had to grade extra papers on the side while Hilly worked cleaning up the local theater.
Their house was small, with primitive furnishings their new baby, Martin, slept in a drawer , and Amis was forced like Lucky Jim to ration his cigarettes. Even though he was a popular teacher, his views on literature confounded his colleagues. In Hilly inherited some money and they bought a house, a car and a refrigerator. The demands of teaching left Amis with little time and his first novel had failed to find a publisher, but he was determined to keep writing.
The new house had a room for him to work in which children were not allowed. Other people looked after all that for him. A new novel was born on a visit to Oxford in Philip Larkin was teaching there, and one morning Amis accompanied him to the staff common room. In , National Public Radio chose Jim Dixon as one of the greatest literary characters since It was published in January , the same month his daughter Sally was born; Amis was thirty-two.
America, however, did not know what to make of the book. Its distributor in the States offered a money-back guarantee to readers who did not find it funny, and in doing so lost a fortune. Many people assume, wrongly, that Lucky Jim is autobiographical.
Amis did draw some characters from life: Jim Dixon is a lecturer at a small college who rations his cigarettes due to economy and whose hatred of pretension tends to get him in trouble with authority.
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