#forgive me tea

[yourstrulyray]

(for safety reasons this is all satire and for shits and giggles please dont cancel tea plea)

i apologize for my absence, but i have an urgent announcement to make.

THE @tea-cake2 CALLOUT POST

since the day i had opened my askbox, the majority i have been receiving were creepy asks. i could smell the stench from where i was sitting. 🤕

i am merely just another person on the internet, minding my own business... until this person, @tea-cake2, existed. i finally built the courage to expose and, hopefully, fully get rid of this weirdo permanently off the web.

this person is absolutely DISGUSTING. filthy, if i may. not demure, not mindful, not cutesy at all. how could you drool over a fictional character that would know better than you!? unbelievable. you should be ashamed of yourself. ms woodstone herself would know better. (you're also probably irish... 🤢)

and that's not the only issue I've been facing behind closed doors.

it added up.

there was more, more, and more of her asks... and it was all just about hetty... what the sigma?

i was practically spiralling. how could such a person ever obsess with a character that does not even coexist with us? there were more productive things they could do, such as clean their room, take a bath ...touch some grass... and honestly, i did try to lean on the brighter side. maybe this was only a short phase and they would get over henrietta.

but i was wrong. very wrong.

did you see that third ask? our... lips were locking...??

this was an invasion of privacy.

no way in skibidi this creep virtually made us kiss... when was the last time they had ever communicated with a person in real life? again its virtual but i can imagine it REEKS from the other side of the screen...

at a reasonable distance so i wouldnt get the plague, i dmed them asking to leave me alone.

nnoooope.

they sure were persistent.... and.... scented.....

i thought this would have all ended because for a short while they stopped sending me asks. not even a single one. so i thought, "oh my cod, is this the end of skibidi hell? am i free?"

oh. my. COD

END MY FUCKING SUFFERING

I CANT LIVE A PEACEFUL DAY WITHOUT THE ONE INSANE HETTY SIMP BREAK INTO MY ASKBOX AND HAVE THEIR SIMPING PRACTICALLY PLAGUE MY ASKS

IM NOT EVEN KIDDING I ONLY HAVE 32 ASKS BUT OUT OF ALL THAT SHE MAKES UP 25 ALONE

25 OF MY ASKS. ARE ALL FROM TEA. OH MY ACTUAL FUCKING COD

WHY

I MAY HAVE LOST THE BATTLE BUT IM NOT LOSING THE WAR

WATCH OUT TEA. I HAVENT RIZZED MY LAST GYATT YET

also, trevor lefkowitz would NEVER do that. you are straight up mischaracterizing a fan-favorite character. he is a proper, composed, very demure, very mindful man, and you treat him like he's a drug addict, an alcoholic, and a ladies' man. i can't believe we watch the same show. 🤦‍♂️

also he's dead he cant really.do that

[hinamie]

post-graduation trip airport looks

[revenantghost]

Greetings for new creative year! Orange officially began 2025 production. As well as Trigun Stampede’s 2nd year anniversary, we’d like to celebrate with a greeting. This year we have Trigun Stampede Exhibition in Japan and continue tour efforts in production of Stargaze.

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[buttercup-barf]

The lore reveals @/stringsnwires provides frighten me to no end.

[thinwhitedoc]

STARTUP | Martin Freeman as Phil Rask

[love-and-doom]

So the rings of powers creators admitted that nenya is galadriel wich means that galadriel is nenya wich in turn makes that scene of sauron/annatar kneeling before galadriel (with his eyes so big as if he were that girl from fallout) in complete awe of nenya's beauty totally platonic, rigth ?

[pocketgalaxies]

beau: wait caduceus!

cad: what?

beau: i wanna help you make some tea.

cad: oh ok

beau: CALEB! were you napping?

caleb: no i'm standing right here

beau: do you want some tea?

caleb: of course i want some tea, thank you.

[borgialucrezia]

"He's spent the entire time being picked upon and bullied by the family. I think personally from where Juan stands he sees the hypocrisy in the family, how they can do one thing and say another. As far as Juan is concerned he's always had the best interests of the family at heart, however misguided that might be and doesn't quite comprehend why nobody understands that. Nobody seems to understand that what he does, he does for the betterment of the Borgia clan and never waivers from that. He does that in ways that perhaps aren't sanctioned by the church or sanctioned by family law."

[tofangirlonly]

🤝

[bruciemilf]

If you haven't already, can you speak more on the Waynes (Martha & Thomas)?? I just want to know how their older teenage years were shaped and how it looked. If they went to college/uni the what kind of shit did they get up to? The pictures just make me so immersed in their world 💗

I know I rave a lot about Italian Thomas, but consider: His family's from Texas or Georgia and he's just weird enough that he fit in Gotham right in.

I picture him as a football or hockey manager who's got a big heart and the worst temper. This post is brought to you by Battinson, an emo bitch, saying "y'all" by accident around Clark and that boy's brain damn near gives

[dapurinthos]

peering suspiciously at cavan scott for naming dooku's sister 'jenza' because it's basically the female equivalent of 'yan/jan'.

ioannes > john / jens (danish) / jános (hungarian & various other former kievan rus' territories*) > jane/ jensa / janka

[jammyjams1910]

When you have to act all excited for new years but the stupid fucking damn fireworks outside give you a meltdown so intense you can barely breathe

[harpyladyval]

Kaiba: Yugi's the leader, Honda's the muscle, Ryuji's the gambler, and Anzu? Well, she's the girl. Now what are you supposed to be?

Jounouchi: I'M BROOKLYN!

[bitchkovsky]

wanted to share something really funny that's been cracking me up - ive received this lovely sweet comment on one of the gay little patho stories i've written in 2021 domesticating dankovsky like a wet stray cat and all i could think is bless u reader but if you think playing this game is Anything like the cozy ass feeling i was cultivating here you are in for a Harsh vibe check. the first time i played artemy's route i nearly had a panic attack and spent the whole afternoon thinking shadows are following me

[literallyneurodivergentandaminor]

could u draw...a twitblr.......Smiles

hope u like this im having silly fun i havent interacted in this fandom in a long time

[youngpettyqueen]

ummm um fic recs….in a horrible turn of events garak and bashir have to babysit the ds9 kids?

ive been wracking my brains over how Garak and Julian would end up babysitting a bunch of the kids and I had a hard time figuring out something that would work with Jake and Nog, since theyre older and dont really need a babysitter, so I went with them babysitting Molly and Yoshi! I hope that's alright <3

Garak isn't sure what to expect when he the door to the O'Briens quarters slides open. All he knows is that Julian told him to come, and his only answer to Garak's many questions was to repeat himself with a don't ask just do it tone.

So, Garak had. He'd come. In the middle of the work day, something he's not planning on letting the Doctor forget. He'd come, and he steps inside as the door slides open, and he doesn't know what he was expecting to find here, but it certainly wasn't... this.

Julian is sitting on the floor by the coffee table, the infant Kirayoshi cradled securely in one arm. He also has what appears to be a plastic crown on his head, which is several sizes too small, and perches awkwardly atop his hair. The older of the O'Brien offspring, Molly, is sitting beside him, in what Garak would guess is a human princess costume, all shiny fabric and very, very pink.

Garak comes to pause, considering the scene before him. There are little plastic teacups and plates set out. A few larger plush toys are also around the table, with teacups and plates of their own. It's quite the little set up.

"Good morning, Doctor. Molly," He greets, turning a quizzical raised brow on Julian, "Might I ask why I was called here?"

Julian gives him a look that is very, very tired. "Good morning, Mr. Garak," He replies, "You were called here because you have been invited to Princess Molly's tea party." He informs him.

"Tea party?" Garak echoes.

"I'll explain later," Julian tells him, "Just come sit." He gestures to an open space at the other end of the coffee table.

"Wait!" Molly pipes up, quickly standing. Julian winces at her volume, quietly shushing her as he looks at Kirayoshi, who appears to be sleeping. Garak turns his attention to the child, who holds her head up high and informs him, "You have to bow first."

Garak considers her for a moment. He catches Julian stop himself from laughing in the corner of his eye. Of course, Garak knows about royalty systems, so he knows what a princess is. And he can't imagine himself bowing to one, but Molly has a very stern look on her very little face, and he has a feeling he's in for a fight if he doesn't comply.

He bows. Dramatically, with a flourish. Molly giggles, and the sound is... pleasing.

"Thank you for the invitation, Princess," Garak bids her, continuing to play along as he straightens himself, "May I...?" He gestures to the open seat.

Molly, to his surprise, shakes her head. "Not there," She tells him, "You have to sit with Uncle Julian. Miss Flutterhooves will move." She gestures at the plush sitting on Julian's opposite side- an equine, if he remembers his Earth animals correctly, except this one is... purple, and it has a shiny silver horn protruding from its forehead.

He goes with it. Why not, at this point? He's clearly not getting out of this. "Of course," He says agreeable, stepping closer. Since the plush toy can't move, for obvious reasons, he gently picks it up, "Pardon me, Miss... Flutterhooves," He shoots Julian a quick glance, who nods approvingly, and he proceeds with moving the toy to the open spot at the end of table, and then going to take his own seat beside Julian. He shuffles in as much as possible, awkwardly crossing his legs and trying to keep his knees from tucking under the table, "There we are. This is... very lovely." He compliments as he settles into a somewhat-comfortable position.

"Very lovely," Julian agrees, looking at Molly, "You've done a wonderful job, Princess Molly."

Molly gives Julian a pleased little smile. "Thank you!" She squeaks. Then she suddenly perks up again, like she's heard something, "Oh! I have to go get the tea. It's done sleeping." She stands and, tucking up her skirts like a proper lady, she hurries off to go and... wake the tea, apparently.

"Steeping," Julian offers, as Garak gives him a confused look, "She means steeping."

Garak nods. That doesn't explain... anything else that's going on here. "Tea party?" He asks. Again.

"An old Earth game, of sorts," Julian replies, "Human children commonly pretend to hold tea parties, usually with their parents and their toys involved. Hence," He gestures around the table with his free hand, "All this."

"I see," Garak says, "And I was invited, why...?"

Julian suddenly won't make eye contact. "Molly insisted," He tells him, quick and clearly not the entire truth, "And I just got Kirayoshi to sleep for the first time all day, so I wasn't about to risk Molly getting upset and waking him," He does look at Garak again, this time with a surprising amount of desperation for a man sitting in front of a plastic teacup, with a plastic crown on his head, "He cried for three. Hours. Garak." He stresses each word, exhaustion and desperation oozing from every syllable.

Garak knows of the infant's tendency towards tears. He has no idea how Kirayoshi manages to wail for so long, considering how tiny his lungs are, but he's been able to hear the shrieking from across the promenade.

"I'm not sure the Chief would approve my being here," He points out, "Or Mrs. O'Brien, for that matter."

"I won't tell if you won't. Just play along," Julian implores him, "That's all I ask, just play along. Molly is very sweet, and also very stubborn, and I promise you I'll make it up to you if you just humour her." He's very nearly begging.

Garak has seen Julian less desperate in active crisis situations. He sighs, making a point to be melodramatic about it. "Very well, my dear," He agrees, "I suppose I can find it in myself to play along with the whims of a little girl. What's the worst that could happen?"

"Don't invite that on yourself," Julian warns, "You haven't seen her when she's cranky."

At that moment, Molly returns. In her hands she carries a teapot that matches her teacups, and she proudly brings it to the table and sets it down in the middle of everything. "Ta-da!" She announces, prompting Julian to gently shush her again, "Tea time!" She does not heed his shushing, "Want the first cup, Uncle Julian?" She asks, holding the pot out to him.

Just like that, Julian is smiling again. "I would love the first cup, Princess Molly," He says. He holds the teacup up, and it's comically small in his hand, "Thank you very much."

Molly tips the teapot forward. No actual tea comes out. Still, she holds it like that for a few seconds, before she tips it back. "There you go!" She chirps. Right, pretend. She turns her smile on Garak, and offers him the pot, "Tea?"

Garak delicately picks the teacup up by the handle, which he has to pinch between two claws. "I would be honoured," He says, laying it on thick. Molly pours the pretend tea into his cup, and he gives her his most winning smile, "Thank you, Princess."

Molly goes around the table, pouring tea for the other guests. Garak resists the urge to comment on the teapot apparently being bottomless, and instead glances at Julian. "Uncle Julian?" He questions, an amused smirk curling on his face.

"I'm her favourite uncle." Julian grins.

"I'm sure," Garak murmurs. Molly retakes her seat, and he turns to her, "Ah, Princess, allow me," He reaches across the table to take the teapot, and he pours her her own cup. He's not sure of the exact method to this, but he counts to 3 and then stops, and she looks satisfied, "Could I ask you a question, Princess?" He asks as he sits back, setting the pot down.

"First, cheers," Molly insists. She thrusts her cup up into the air, and Julian raises his, so Garak follows their lead. They clink their little teacups together- literally, "Clink!" She says.

"Clink." Julian echoes.

"Clink," Garak adds. Then Molly sips, and so does Julian, so he follows. When that's done, he inquires, "May I ask my question now?" Molly nods, and he smiles, "Ah, thank you. Yes, my question is, what made you invite me to the tea party, Princess Molly?"

Molly sets her teacup down. "For Uncle Julian." She replies.

Garak can see Julian looking pointedly away from him in his peripheral. "I see," He says, "And why was I invited for Uncle Julian?" He follows up.

"Cause you're married." Molly replies, like it's the most obvious thing in the Quadrant.

Julian chokes on nothing. Garak's eyes widen. "Married?" He echoes. He turns to Julian, who's gone a truly impressive shade of red, right up to the tips of his ears, "Married?" He repeats.

"Yeah!" Molly says, apparently an expert on the subject, "That's what grown-ups do when they're in love! Like my mommy and daddy. You," She points at Garak, "And Uncle Julian are in love, so you're married."

"She's 5." Julian hisses under his breath, just loud enough for Garak to hear.

Garak needs to take a deep breath. He's not often truly caught off guard, but that... he feels like he's just been knocked flat on his back. Alright. Married. He can go along with that. He's certainly gone along with far worse things.

Suddenly he understands Julian's exhaustion and desperation a few moments prior.

"Well, it was... very polite of you to invite me, Princess," He manages to get out, trying to slot back into his role here, "It's nice to spend time with my... husband." That makes Julian turn even redder. He looks like he's about to start glowing.

"Mommy and daddy wanted together-time today," Molly tells him, looking oh-so-serious for a girl of 5 years old, "So you and Uncle Julian probably want together-time, too. That's what married grown ups want." She explains.

Garak can't help but chuckle. "You're very wise," He says. Because she isn't... wrong. When it comes to him and Julian, at least, "I did want together-time with Uncle Julian today." He admits. They were supposed to see each other for lunch today, but then Julian got called away to babysit the O'Brien children, so it was to be rescheduled. And, soft as it makes him, those lunches are truly about... the only thing he looks forward to, so, yes. He did want together-time, as she put it, with Julian.

Molly glances at Julian, and then she leans over the table. "He did, too," She whispers, except it's very loud, and Julian can obviously hear her, "He told me he missed your lunchtime."

Garak glances at Julian, who's again very much not looking at him. He can't help but melt, just a bit, just enough to soften up. "Did he now?" He hums, "Well, that's alright. We have this tea party, don't we?" He puts his hand on the table, holding it out to Julian.

Julian looks at his hand. Then looks up at him, all round eyes and surprise. And then he smiles, all warm and affectionate. "That we do." He says, taking Garak's hand and giving it a squeeze.

"Ew," Molly pulls a face, "You're being gross like mommy and daddy."

Julian snorts a laugh. Garak chuckles. They let go of their hands and go back to their teacups, following Molly's lead as she sips at air again. Then she insists on refilling their cups, and they sit back and let her.

Julian's hand finds his on the floor. Garak takes it, brushes his thumb over Julian's knuckles. They exchange a private look, a small smile, Julian still red in the cheeks.

Maybe this isn't such a bad way to spend an afternoon, after all.