Kim Il-sung meeting the Hungarian communist leader János Kádár in 1984. Kim Il-sung, founder of North Korea, had a baseball-sized growth on his neck. Official photos of him were therefore taken from a leftward angle to hide the growth.
At the same time, (General Douglas) MacArthur had attacked the imperial mystique when his staff released the famous picture of his first meeting with the Emperor (Hirohito), whose impact on the Japanese public was electric as the Japanese people for the first time saw the Emperor as a mere man overshadowed by the much taller MacArthur instead of the living god he had always been portrayed as. Up to 1945, the Emperor had been a remote, mysterious figure to his people, rarely seen in public and always silent, whose photographs were always taken from a certain angle to make him look taller and more impressive than he really was. No Japanese photographer would have taken such a photo of the Emperor being overshadowed by MacArthur. The Japanese government immediately banned the photo of the Emperor with MacArthur on the grounds that it damaged the imperial mystique, but MacArthur rescinded the ban and ordered all of the Japanese newspapers to print it. The photo was intended as a message to the Emperor about who was going to be the senior partner in their relationship.
idk why i’m posting this here but,,,,,,,my choir went on a little tour a couple of months back and i just got a hold of one the videos my roommate took when she came to see..(catch a solo from ya girl at :48) anyway it’s a really pretty song and i just…yea lmAo ok i’m just gonna post this and stop rambling.
Summary: Reader and Chris Evans have been childhood best friends. After a kiss shared between them, Chris is called away for some meetings with his publicists, leaving the reader to worry herself to death.
A/N: I promised you smut, but that’s gonna have to wait for a bit till we address all the angst…Your feedback is always welcome :) This fic has received so much positive reactions that I am fueled to write it!! THANK YOU! Also, if you want to be added to the tag list of this fic, let me know!
sometimes i see those gotham city sirens instagram edits and they always make ivy’s account look so pretty and polished
but let’s be real—ivy’s account (plisley180) only has one photo on it and
a little bit of her finger is covering the camera lens. it’s probably captioned something like, “i’m not really sure how this whole ‘instagram’ thing works, but here is a picture of me and my plants” and it’s taken from that awkward mom-angle that makes your face look like you moisturize with pizza grease.
it was posted three years ago and got two likes—one from harley and one from selina. no comments. she hasn’t posted since.
A/N: Hello! Sorry for the delayed scenario. I actually changed the idea a bit, I’m sorry if this isn’t what you wanted :-( I haven’t been having inspiration and I’m still busy preparing for examinations recently. Nonetheless, thank you for your request and enjoy reading! ❤️
Word count: 939 Style/ Genre: Scenario/ - Date posted: 22/07/17
“You sure nobody’s home, Renjun?” You whispered to Renjun, who was beside you, as both of you sneakily entered NCT’s shared dorm.
“Yes, I’m sure. But just in case…”
Renjun and you entered the empty dorm house, much to both of your relief. Lucky for both of you, the rest of the NCT members decided to go out to have a shopping trip out while Renjun and you decided to spend the well-deserved rest day the company gave NCT for a couple day out.
Renjun and you rested on the couch lazily, letting the soft and comforting fabric engulf both of you.
“Renjun-ah, I’m tiredddd” You said, letting out a yawn. Renjun had decided to take you out to the amusement park you had wanted to go for a while, and while you were ecstatic upon hearing the plans Renjun had made for you, you had drained all your energy from excitement. By the time both of you collapsed in the dorm at 4 pm, you were exhausted.
“Sleep then, I’ll call you up later,” Renjun said lovingly.
“No buts. If you’re tired, sleep. I’m not running away you know~” Renjun chuckled, pinching your nose.
Unable to rebut, and considering that you were already exhausted to the brink, you closed your eyes and let yourself fall deeper into a void of black as Renjun sang a soft lullaby to you. Soon enough, Renjun unconsciously found himself joining you in a land of dreams.
Hey can I req for a scenario where Kise's ex gf (the one from teiko) wants him back however he already has a gf.. so she keeps bothering his new gf. Thank you :)
The sound of your phone going off as an incoming text made its way to your inbox went ignored. You knew for a fact it would be the same girl texting you, sending what was probably another unflattering picture of you she’d found
or maybe she’d taken them herself, the stalker
just to get you feeling dejected. Of course, with every text she sent, her methods proved to be working.
You were ugly in every picture. Whether it be taken from a bad angle or heavily photoshopped to look so, you couldn’t help but feel like every picture was being sent to you to prove a point. It all hit home whenever you’d exit the nasty texts only to be greeted by Kise’s beautiful face as your wallpaper.
Would you ever be pretty enough for him?
Gathering some courage, you plucked your cellphone from your bag and opened up the newest text. What you saw made your stomach drop and your heart ache.
Kise was kissing that girl, his ex from so many years ago, in the picture; there was a perfectly content smile on his face. You knew the photograph had been taken years ago, back when the two of them were still together, but the image still made you feel sick. Almost like she had been waiting for you to see the picture, a new text came in instantly.
See how happy we were?
Before you could respond, you found your phone being snatched from your trembling grip. You looked up to find Kise standing next to you, a disgruntled frown on his face as he looked at the photograph himself. Maybe it was your imagination, but he looked a little green as well.
Without saying much of anything, Kise sat himself next to you as close as he humanly could. One of his arms found its way around your shoulder, bringing you in closer to him as he leaned forward. His other hand was holding your phone out of the way as he came close to your face. It was an immediate response for you to reciprocate the kiss he landed on your lips, making it a bit deeper.
The shutter of your phone’s camera went off and, despite your blissfully closed eyes, you could see the flash.
When he was satisfied with the kiss
which happened to be a few minutes after he’d taken the picture
Kise pulled away and turned his attention back to your phone. He tapped out a quick message, showing you the wonderful picture he’d just taken along with the caption he’d given it before he pressed send.
Making it your mission to make Edwin smile during outfit of the day shoots ‘cause he’s always so serious
Him doodling you whenever you’re not paying attention to anything, just lost in your own little world
Him leaving the doodles all over your room, books, even your luggage sometimes and you put them on your wall (your entire wall above your desk is a collage dedicated to Edwin’s art works of you)
Getting a lot of poems written about you posted on his insta and the fans always making cute edits of pictures of you guys together put next to poems Edwin writes for you
“Yes, my dear omelette?”
“Oh god, no.”
“No to the omelette? How about scrambled eggs?”
“Yeeaah….it’s still a no.”
“Hmm, I don’t know. I think I’m on to something, omelette.”
Him trusting your opinion 10001%
This resulting in texts at 1 am, spammed by outfit pics taken from different angles, with different filters and the caption: ‘which one do you like baby??’
your reply: babe what the fuck its 1 am go to bed
But you don’t mind when it’s a bunch of short covers of amazing songs he’s currently obsessed with and he’s asking you which part is the best for instagram
‘This one’ ‘wait no’ ‘definitely this one’ ‘wait’ ‘ugh’ ‘cant you just make this endless torture stop and post the whole thing on youtube :(’
Going to concerts and festivals together
Fans spotting you at said concerts and asking for pictures with you before him because they think you’re absolute “goals”
They probably even motivate you to make your own youtube where you do outfit of the week videos because they think your style is to die for
Edwin and the other boys instantly being your #1 supporters and always filming/editing/taking pictures for you
Edwin being your ‘director’, Brandon your ‘music supervisor’, Austin your ‘editor’, Nick and Zion your ‘hype men’ and designated ‘holders of (y/n)’s things’
Gym dates aka him making you try all the weird machines and you making him try yoga/zumba classes
Him kicking your ass in zumba and going harder than all the middle aged ladies in the class
You’re always there in all of his random little livestreams and the fans just get used to it so they ask you questions too
“Hey babe! @prettymuchwoohoo wants to know what your favorite song is right now.”
“Baaabe, someone’s asking what that lipstick shade you wore at the VMA’s is called”
Him taking you to New York and being super proud ‘cause he’s a tour guide and you’re such a tourist
“And here we have….babe? Are you paying attention? Are you on snapchat right now? Ohmygod, if you don’t get off your phone right now i’m not gonna’ get you any pizza.”
But of course all it’ll take is a little frown and Edwin will break, kissing your frown away
Meeting his family in New York and getting to see all the monumental places Ed grew up in
“This is where Ed had his first kiss, but he thinks we don’t know about it so we never really say anything.” his cousins would say, shrugging innocently.
“Wait, what?!” Edwin’s eyes would widen.
Him always inviting you to the PM house for dinner dates and he’d have to bribe all the boys with different things to get them out of the house for at least a few hours
You always asking for kisses becauseHIS LIPS
Him complaining about how ‘clingy’ you are but secretly loving it when you ask for kisses, especially when you’re lying half-awake in his bed, hands outstretched towards him with a sleepy pout on your lips as you ask, “kiss?”