Iran and Dude India during the seventies… because I wanted LOUD SHIRTS ON INDIA.
And Iran’s miniskirts.
(And India’s Mustache is there for A Reason.)
Iran lifting India with love.
Their relationship is my favorite as far as comfortable and sweet goes.
I’ve been playing with Iran’s skin tone again, courtesy of my super bro Sophy and this picture. So I’m… trying it lmao.
IranxSyria because pink, cute girls
Another brainchild sprung forth from twitter conversations with Sophy.
Last week, Iranian president Hassan Rouhani was in New York for the United Nations General Assembly, delivering an address that reiterated Iran’s commitment to the Nuclear Non-Prolieration Treaty and it’s rights under the aforementioned treaty, as well as reiterated Iran’s critique of it’s own main critics: the United States and Israel. All-in-all, stuff a regular Iran watcher would have expected and known about. (But much of it was reported in the American news like this was new? Bleh.)
Much was made of the thirty minute conversation between Secretary of State John Kerry and the Iranian Foreign Minister Javad Zarif, which is arguably the highest ranking talks between Iranian and American officials since Iran’s revolution 34 years ago.
However, that same week, Rouhani and Obama had a short phone conversation before Rouhani went back to Iran.
The storm is passing over, my friends.
(The rest of the context is how Iran can and does destroy America’s ego with a text, and there was talk of knitting.)
(Quoth Sophy: “Iran knits him a sweater one day and, after painstakingly having it inspected by the FBI, America opens the box and sees “Great Satan <3” on the front.”)