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Originally posted by netflixsense8gifs

Wolfgang meets Kala’s parents for the first time. they’ve visited to see if daughter’s doing well in Paris. when Wolfgang introduces himself and shakes hands with Sanyam, Kala senses his anxiety. while her parents put food and tea they’ve brought all the way from India on the dining table, Kala stands beside Wolfgang and holds his hand…reassuring him it’s going to be fine. Wolfgang quietly nods with a faint smile and heads to kitchen to help Sanyam.

after dinner, Kala and her mother sits next to each other on a sofa in the living room. two women drink tea together as they watch their men drinking tea at the balcony. Sanyam talks about happiness that food can bring to people, joy of life, mistakes he has made, challenges he’s faced, lessons he has learned in life, how much he loves his family and his daughter. Sanyam gives a glance at his daughter ‘do you love her?’ Wolfgang nods ‘very much, sir’. a soft smile appears on Sanyam’s face.

Kala and Wolfgang return to their apartment after they took Kala’s parents to the hotel near the Eiffel Tower. Wolfgang lets out a heavy sigh. Kala rubs his arms ‘you did well out there’. Wolfgang chuckles and shakes his head ‘I’m not sure about that’. Kala smiles ‘they liked you’ Wolfgang looks down and holds her hands ‘how do you know that?’ she puts her arms around his neck ‘because they saw something good and beautiful inside of you, just like I did’. Wolfgang puts his hands around her waist and says ‘you are blessed to have a father like him’. she pulls him closer to her and kisses him on his lips ‘and I am blessed to have a man that I love standing right before my eyes’. Wolfgang kisses her again. with his forehead touching hers…he says ‘god I love you so much’.

Thanks sp/shikamaru hiden for making me hate shikatema T T

Am I the only one to prefer this temari

Originally posted by doujinshi

Over the blushing, boring, girly stereotype.   ((aka fangirl/hinata))

Originally posted by narvhina

Temari was a good character.
She had an awesome attitude, and made fun of shikamaru when he started to cry like a little bitch…. 
And now in the novel/recent series, Temari cries like a little bitch!!!! 
WHAT HAPPENED!!!!

fan: she slapped shikamaru….
me: Ohhhh, you mean the bitch slap……T T 

I read the story, and all it comes off to me is making temari into some fangirl/groupie who is completely useless.. 
Shikatema could of happened without destroying temari’s character!!!… 

Whats even more sad is alot of shikatema fans like the fangirly temari!!!
WHAT THE HELL!! DO ANY OF YOU KNOW THE CHARACTERS!!??!

Again, thanks SP/novels for making me hate every moment with shikatema…
Whats next, you going to make temari into some house wife, get her to join the other women with drinking tea and goss—-  


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Originally posted by wenimation

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Photographic work coming out of Iran isn’t necessarily a rarity. But the vast majority of the work is either focused on political photo ops or, when it tries to go beyond that, depictions of anti-Western sentiments (billboards) or just street scenes filled with veiled women or men drinking tea and smoking hookahs. Francesca Manolino’s work is different, though. It is quiet, intimate and poetic. She traveled to Iran and went beyond the usual things we see. In Sight spoke to Manolino to find out how she did this.

Manolino said she was inspired to go to Iran some 10 years ago after seeing the movie “Persepolis.” In college, she studied anthropology, and Farsi calligraphy began to fascinate her. Later, when she was studying for a master’s degree in photography, she became enraptured by the work of the Iranian visual artist, Shirin Neshat. Fast-forward to last year when Manolino began following some Iranian photographers on Instagram.

See more: These stunningly beautiful photos show what ordinary life in Iran is like

Libyan Jewish women drinking tea in traditional clothes. Photo by Orr Shalom.

Tea drinking is a much-loved, often elaborate tradition in Libya. Family members sit cross-legged on a carpet to laugh, chat, and discuss life events over small glasses of tea. The tea is typically thick, and is served in three rounds; at the end of the third round, roasted peanuts and almonds are infused into the tea. The distinctly Libyan-Jewish striped fabric worn by the women in this photograph is usually adorned with heavy jewelry and fastened with a crescent-shaped brooch.

Here go Hillary Clinton drinking bubble tea pandering to Asians in Flushing.

How dare she try to buy votes with a sweet drink.  Obviously, eating stuff in a voter’s neighborhood is the surest way to convince those folks that you’re up to date on issues in their community and I can’t believe she would use that universal truth to try to convince voters that she actually cares about them or has their best interests at heart.  I’m so glad the press has picked up on her evil tactic the same way they do when every other politician eats food on the campaign trail.

Like when Scott Walker had some pork on a stick…

…because he needed to appeal to voters in Iowa who saw that man eating fried pig and knew he could relate to their concerns.

Or when Rick Perry ate a corn dog…

…because why would a millionaire ever eat a corn dog at a state fair other than pandering to poor people and rural yokels? 

Or when Bernie Sanders sat down with a rapper for some soul food in Atlanta…

…and of course everybody erupted with indignation because he was trying to buy the Black vote with fried chicken and greens.

Except, none of that happened, and it’s only pandering when Hillary Clinton does it.  She didn’t just want to try a treat in a neighborhood where she was campaigning.  Rich white women would never drink bubble tea and its popularity just randomly went on the uptick without any outside influx of new customers.  I know the one time I tried bubble tea I was obviously trying to pander my way into this girl’s pants because I knew if I tried something she liked, then I would automatically get the drawls.  Had nothing at all to do with being curious about new things based on a recommendation from someone whose opinion I highly regarded.

Well.  I guess bubble tea has magic powers because Hillary won New York and I did get the panties.  Go bubble tea, long may you reign.

Mrs. Duffee Seated on a Striped Sofa, Reading (1876). Mary Stevenson Cassatt (American, 1844-1926). Oil on panel. MFA Boston.

Cassatt settled in Paris in 1875 and became the only American invited to exhibit with the Impressionist group. Like her friend Edgar Degas, she was a figure painter, attracted to intimate views of modern life. Cassatt focused on depicting the domestic and social lives of upper-class women, showing them drinking tea, attending the opera, crocheting, or reading.

wow they are really serious about the whole “men drink coffee, women drink tea” thing in the land of his and hers gifts! i didn’t actually think i could understand straight people any less but here we are