Racism against Indians is actually a little insane when you consider how widespread it is even among liberals and leftists . Even people who consider themselves to be progressive will laugh at call center or tech support jokes. All scammers are inherently indian. It’s okay to laugh at jokes making fun of Indians for their feelings towards animals or how they drive. India is inherently backwards and dirty so it’s okay to make jokes about getting food poisoning from even looking at indian food
HAPPY BIRTHDAY @theygotlost !!!!!!!!!! Original art by @flockdog !!!!!
Two little cameos featuring Ollie and Prudie of @utmostprudence fame!!!!
REALLY pleased with how these came out. I got the frames on AliExpress, popped out the pictures they came with, then created the templates in photoshop before printing them on 4x6 glossy photo paper. Scale is 1:12.
I plan on making ANOTHER set so keep an eye out for those. These two are for Austin though!!! Tiny picture time.
this file contains the following key words: fluff, established relationship, sleepy mumbling, gn!reader, can be interpreted as a qpp relationship/ace!reader but that’s up to the reader’s discretion
the sun was cracking through the slit in the curtains, gliding over his face and making him stir. dazai shifted onto his back in bed, his one arm trapped underneath your head and the other arm being tossed over his eyes to hide them from the orange-red sunrise. he groaned inwardly; another night of restless sleep, disturbed by the sun.
you, however, were still sleeping peacefully, despite the light starting to creep over your face. you nuzzled further into his side, seeking out a warmth he could provide. he dropped his arm from his face to look down at you, staring at your parted lips, at how your chest rose and fell in a steady pace that made him want to attempt to fall asleep again despite the light.
it wasn’t often dazai got a good look at you sleeping. he wasn’t necessarily an early riser, but you managed to sleep in until the last possible second before you both needed to be at the agency, so he almost always got up before you. this was a treat of sorts, considering how he had gotten home late from a mission you hadn’t been suitable for. he had dropped into bed next to you and promptly passed out cold. his limbs were even still sore.
he sighed softly and moved his hand to brush your hair away from your face, and that’s what got you to stir. you made a slight face in your sleep and your breath hitched, a sign of waking up, before your eyes slowly cracked open like the morning sun and caught dazai’s gaze.
you blinked slowly, like some sort of cat, coming to terms with the world around you before whining and shutting them again. “‘samu, what time is it?”
“too early, dove.” he chuckled softly, petting your hair oh so gently and pulling you closer with what little strength he had in his arm that was fast asleep under your weight.
you grunted as you turned over to pretty much be laying on top of him, pressing a sleepy kiss to his collarbone. “you woke me up last night when you got home, asshole.”
“i know, i’m sorry. it was exhausting.”
“did you get hurt?”
“me? get hurt? never. chuuya could barely land a punch to me last night. must’ve been thrown off his game.”
you snorted and curled an arm around him tighter in a half-hug, lifting your head to look at him with this gentle sort of gaze that made him want to shrink. “osamu.”
“hm?”
“i…” you furrowed your brows. you wanted to say something, express your emotions, make him understand that moments like this are a reason to live for you, just as much as they are reasons for him, but it was too early. you screwed your face up, and he had to bite his lip to stop himself from laughing. you huffed and smacked his arm before laying back down on top of him. “promise me that next time, you’ll at least give me a kiss goodnight if you need to wake me up that late.”
dazai watched as much as he felt you melt into him completely, threading his fingers through your hair. many things between you would almost always be left more implied than said.
