a christmas tea party

The Folklore & Superstition of Tea and Cake

The superstitions revolving around teas and their rituals, along with certain aspects of cake are at times forgotten.

Tea

The supernatural use of tea:

  • Protection - dry tea leaves were sometimes scattered on the front-door step of a new home to protect it from evil spirits.
  • Tea can be used to predict strangers - If a single stalk floats on top of a cup of tea, it means that a stranger is coming - a hard, woody stalk indicates a male visitor and a soft stalk, a female. The length of the stalk tells you whether he or she will be tall or short. To find out when they will come, lay the stalk on the back of the left hand and hit it with the right. However many hits it takes to knock it off tells the number of days before they will stand at your door.
  • Fortune telling with tea leaves - To tell fortunes from tea cups, the tea must be brewed with loose leaf tea and poured into the cup without using a tea strainer. The person whose future is to be divined must turn his or her cup three times in an anticlockwise direction. To do this the cup should be held in the left hand and turned by the handle. Then it is tipped upside down to drain off the last few drops of tea. It is a bad sign if there are a lot of leaves left in the bottom of the cup. But it is a good sign if the leaves are scattered evenly over the bottom and sides. The fortune teller then analyses the pictures and images that are visible in the leaves in order to foretell the tea drinker’s fate. If the leaves are deposited in the bottom foretell the distant future. The sides of the cup represent the not-too-distant future, and leaves that lie near the rim predict imminent events.

Common tea herbs & their properties:

  • Chamomile - It is connected to the element of water. It helps cleanse the throat chakra. It promotes calm and tranquil energies, as well as a peaceful sleep.
  • Vanilla - It is connected to the element of fire. It is used for confidence, love, and prosperity. 
  • Thyme - It is connected to the element of air. It is thought to help evoke the ability of clairvoyance, as well as psychic development.

Tea superstitions:

  • It is a bad omen if boiling water was poured into an empty pot - that is, if the tea-maker forgot to put in any tea-leaves.
  • If the tea was weaker than intended, a friend will turn away from you; but if it came out too strong, a new friendship was on the horizon.
  • It is unlucky to stir the pot prior to pouring - it will result in a quarrel. It is also ominous to stir tea with anything other than a spoon.
  • To spill a little tea while making it is a lucky omen.
  • To put milk in your tea before sugar is to cross the path of love, perhaps never to marry.
  • Tea spilling from the spout of the teapot while being carried indicates a secret will be revealed.
  • Undissolved sugar in the bottom of your teacup means that there is someone sweet on you.
  • If the tag falls off the teabag while it’s in your cup, you will lose something within a week.

Cake


Birthday cakes:

  • The Ancient Greeks were the first to write Happy Birthday on a cake in edible writing - relating to the worship of the moon goddess ‘Artemis.’ Her birthday was celebrated by eating moon-shaped honey cakes with candles on the top. It was said that bad spirits were attracted to celebrations so it was very important to wish a person a 'happy birthday,’ blow out the candles and read any wishes inscribed on the cake as a kind of magical protection.
  • Many believe that candles blown in order to make a wish are only fulfilled if they areblown in one breath. It is said by some, that the smoke from blown out candles carries their wishes to the Heavens.

Wedding cakes:

  • The tradition of a wedding cake comes from ancient Rome, where revelers broke a loaf of bread over a bride’s head to increase the chances of fertility.
  • Legend says single women will dream of their future husbands if they sleep with a slice of groom’s cake under their pillows.
  • Eating the crumbs of a wedding cake will bring you good luck.
  • In the 18th century, newlywed couples would try to keep the cake until their first anniversary to prevent them from marriage problems in the future. This is one of the reasons why cakes in the 18th century were made of fruits and blended with wine.

Christmas cakes:

  • People tend to save a piece of Christmas cake for New Year because not doing so is said to bring bad luck in the subsequent year.
  • Cutting a Christmas cakes before Christmas Eve is said to cause bad luck.
  • The dumb-cake was made at midnight on Christmas Eve is prepared in complete silence by the bachelors and spinsters. One who made it left their initials on the upper surface of the cake. If the silence remained unbroken, the future partner was believed to come and leave their initials on the cake. If one walked backwards to bed after eating dumb-cake, a dream about a future spouse was sure to visit them.

Other cake superstitions:

  • A Victorian superstition states that placing a piece of fruit cake under one’s pillow will cause a dream of their future spouse.
  • If food is being served at tea-time, the person to take the last piece of cake from the plate will be the first to get married.
  • Tipping over a slice of cake while serving a guest is said to bring bad luck.
  • The ancients gave cakes away on days of new beginnings and celebrations, believing they had some magical way to guarantee fertility, good luck, riches and drive away evil.

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Tea and Envy

A late little Christmas fic for @thickerthanectoplasm, who wanted a little Future Fenton family bonding. Annie belongs to her and James is  @saisai-chan’s. 

Sam stopped at the threshold between the kitchen and the living room, taking in the subtle little differences since she’d gotten up to fetch a tray of tea.

“Danny, why is our daughter on fire?”

Utterly enveloped in blue flames, Annie threw up her firsts and proclaimed: “I AM THE FIRE LORD!”

“Let’s be honest Sam, she totally gets this from you.”

You knew what you were getting into when you told him to propose, Sam reminded herself. 

Jake rubbed the back of his head and gave her a sheepish grin full of fangs. “Don’t worry, Sam. The dragonfire’s totally harmless.”

James, who definitely had not been in ghost form when Sam had left, crossed his arms and swished his ghost-tail like a dismissive cat. “My fire-hair is cooler.”

“SILENCE PEASANT!”

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Survey 156

Reblog | Bold what applies;

Have you ever….

1. Taken the blame for something you didn’t do?
2. Stayed up all night by yourself?
3. Stayed up all night with other people?
4. Drank something from straight out of the carton?
5. Felt like you were going to die?
6. Made up an excuse not to hang out with someone?
7. Was forced to have sex/was raped?
8. Burst into tears for no apparent reason?
9. Eaten a whole pie or cake by yourself?
10. Waited an entire night for someone to call?
11. Got stood up on a date?
12. Fell asleep in the movie theaters?
13. Let your friend borrow more that $50 from you?
14. Spilled a whole bowl of burning hot water on yourself?
15. Spent the entire day on the computer doing surveys?
16. Looked through old photographs?
17. Felt sad just because you heard someone else’s name in conversation?
18. Started reading a book that was so terrible you couldn’t finish it?
19. Lost your voice for more than a day?
20. Spilled a drink on someone else?
21. Watched a marathon of your favorite TV show?
22. Done the 5000 question survey?
23. Had a wish come true?
24. Had a miracle come true?
25. Someone said something you didn’t think was true but agreed just because they’re cool?
26. Or something else stupid like that just to get more people to like you?
27. Partied so much you couldn’t remember what happened the night before?
28. Screwed up with someone so badly they haven’t talked to you since to this day? (he screwed up with me, does it counts)
29. Spun around until you were dizzy and fell over?
30. Peed your pants past the little kid ages?
31. Known/know someone with a terrible disease?
32. Babysat for the most annoying kids in the world?
33. Enjoyed yourself doing something you thought would be boring?
34. Threw a fit because you didn’t get your way?
35. Got a Christmas present you hated?
36. Had a tea party when you were younger?
37. Had your period leak through in public?
38. Screamed something perverted out to a total stranger?
39. Did a dare that got you in trouble?
40. Wrote a sappy love song or love poem?
41. Given a fake phone number to someone?
42. Carried more than $500 on you at once?
43. Found out your parents read some of your text messages?
44. Made up your own language?
45. Worn underwear for more than a day without changing it?
46. Bought something without trying it on & then ended up hating the way it looked on you?
47. Felt bad about telling someone the truth, so you lied?
48. Ripped your pants while trying to do the splits?
49. Were so scared that you had to talk to yourself to feel better?
50. Went on a walk late at night?

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Bell, Cat and I did our winter gift exhange/ tea party yesterday! I put together most of the things for it and I think it turned out really nicely n_n Turns out putting a tea party on at home isn’t too hard at all.

I also made them polyclay figures of their favourite animal crossing villagers :> (complete with a holiday dress-up set) and received a cute toothless figure from bell!! 

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Casa Susanna

“Some time ago, while at a New York flea market, inveterate collectors Michael Hurst and Robert Swope discovered a large body of snapshots: album after aged album of well-preserved images, taken roughly between the mid-50s and mid-60s, depicting a group of cross-dressers united around a place called Casa Susanna, a rather large and charmingly banal Victorian-style house in small-town New Jersey. The inhabitants, visitors, guests, and hosts used it as a weekend headquarters for a regular “girl’s life.” Someone—probably “Susanna” or the matriarch—nailed a wonder board on a tree proclaiming it “Casa Susanna,” and thus a Queendom was born.

Through these wonderfully intimate shots—perhaps never intended to see the light of day outside the sanctum of the “house”—Susanna and her gorgeous friends styled era-specific fashion shows and dress-up Christmas and tea parties. As gloriously primped as these documentary snaps are, it is in the more private and intimate life at Casa Susanna, where the girls sweep the front porch, cook, knit, play Scrabble, relax at the nearby lake and, of course, dress for the occasion, that the stunning insight to a very private club becomes nothing less than brilliant and awe inspiring in its pre-glam, pre-drag-pose ordinariness and nascent preening and posturing in new identities. It is not glamour for the stage but for each other, like other women who dress up to spend time with friends, flaunting their own sense of style. There is an evident pleasure of being here, at Casa Susanna, that is a liberation, a simplification of the conflicts inherent in a double life.” [Amazon]

Discussed in Episode 3.13 with Shannon Taggart

Mortar of a Kingdom

One day, every man will look back into the folds of his own mind and be forced to remember a girl he will wish he could erase. There will always be at least one. The memory of her will be too sharp, too sour to merely pretend to forget; he will be too disturbed he ever did what he did in the first place to manage to ignore the recollection ’til it disappears. He will keep the secret in his chest and it will bleed silently through his body. It will rise like bile in his throat with a burning, lingering aftertaste. It will haunt him and remind him that he’s not the man he has managed to convince the world he is.

Perhaps that man will be thinking of me.

I’ve always admired the way a woman can bring the world to its knees without getting on hers, not that I’ve lived long enough to see it firsthand. I’ve watched the women of the older generations plan tea parties and Christmas feasts, listened to them fret over their husbands’ dress robes, endured their chattering about dowries and etiquette and hemlines. I’ve been witness to an entire heritage of females brainwashed and reduced to wives in pretty frocks with perfectly coiffed hair, shrouded in expensive perfume and cigarette smoke, presence announced by the click of heels on parquet floors. I’ve heard the ring of barely-detectable defeat, subconscious even to them, as they’ve announced themselves as Mrs. Husband’s Name, the rubble of who they’d been as girls powdered away in floor-length mirrors. I’ve looked for heroes in a room of satin gowns and lipsticked smiles and measured, choreographed laughter and found nothing but traitors that surrendered their talents and voices and aspirations for disgusting, simple, arrogant, worthless men who strut around trying to feel important, who’ve dictated this world so long that women accept their own subjugation with polite smiles and thank yous.

It didn’t use to be this way. About the only thing I admire about Muggle women is that they risked their own burning rather than crawling on their bellies like vermin, sacrificed their lives for the chance to tell the pompous local authorities right where to stick it. They fought and fucked and refused to be some pawn, some smiling little wife, in favor of razing the world with their ire. Women who took the sword in their hands and plunged it into the chests of the self important, stabbed them between the ribs in broad daylight, drank poison into their bodies rather than living under the rule of the unlawful, hypocritical, despicable. The women who drowned themselves in rivers rather than letting a priest affix the leash of matrimony around their necks. They told the world that they hated the world of men more than they loved life.

I want to walk through the chambers of the mind of a man and admire the ruins of his memories. I want to trace my fingers against the remnants of what once was and remember how I pillaged everything he thought he knew, how I crippled the facts of their world and brought them to the brink of breaking before I took victory for my own. I will only let them remember how they coveted my smile, my body, and how they let that decor of the Trojan horse distract them as I smuggled my wrath in my veins like a bacteria so I could infect them with the thing they could never survive, the thing that would choke them until they were nothing more than blue-lipped bodies that will become the mortar of my kingdom.  

Things that make me happy!!!!!!!!
  • Hyper Light Drifter
  • Cave Story
  • Making games
  • Drawing
  • Science
  • Marnie the dog
  • my own dog
  • my parents
  • .flow
  • Yume Nikki
  • upcoming homebrew indie games like Sealark, Undertale, OMORI
  • Ruby Quest
  • Ruby Re:quest
  • Cucumber Quest 
  • my friends!
  • all my followers through the years. love you! <3
  • the fact that GIR is coming to visit me next week!
  • music
  • baking
  • NO MORE PNEUMONIA NO MORE BLOODTESTS
  • CHRISTMAS
  • NEW YEARS
  • FRIENDS VISITING
  • TEA PARTIES
  • IM GONNA BE OK MORE THAN OK

alwayslittleprincess-deactivate  asked:

Do you think you'll ever make a fic list for Henry & Abe fics? They are my favorite and I can never find very many! :)

Sure! Here’s a rebloggable list of all the completed Henry and Abe fics I could find on ffnet. I’ll be posting a separate AO3 list in a few days. Feel free to add any others as you reblog.

A Novel Celebration by Iona Nineve

As Soft as Piano, as Loud as Forte by Aikakone

A Son’s Love by WashingWater

A Thousand Smiles by Iona Nineve

Branches by Iona Nineve

Connections and Comfort by Books In The Blood

First Words by LaughingLadybug

Goodbye For Now by VanillaJ1967

Happily Forever After by Rumpy

Hickory Dickory Dock by Hannah Lynn McDonald 

In Case of Emergency by LoneTread

Learning to Swim by Hannah Lynn McDonald 

Love You Forever by Books In The Blood 

Merry Christmas, Abigail by CarnageKiller

Nightmares by Books In The Blood

Of Sons by rockpaperscissor

Only One by Lucillia

On the First Day of Christmas by Hannah Lynn McDonald 

Scathed by Vintage Tea Party 

Someone New by Vintage Tea Party

The First and Only Time by Vintage Tea Party

The Right Reasons by Vivid Escapist

To Those Left Behind by Lynyrd Lionheart

Who Knew? by ForeverFanatic1779

Wine and the Rooftop Terrace by Shanfourteen