I’m the ghost with the most babe.

beverages

butterbeer

caramel apple hocus latte

chai, cider and caramel fall drink

dates hot chocolate

deluxe hot chocolate with marshmallows

homemade hot chocolate

hot apple pie punch

lemon and ginger tea

moroccan style white hot chocolate

mulled apple juice

mulled tea

pumpkin juice

pumpkin nutella hot chocolate

pumpkin spice latte

desserts

apple and cinnamon loaf cake

apple crumble cake

apple hand pies

apple and honey challah

apple pancakes

apple turnovers

autumn cheesecake

butterbeer cupcakes

caramel apple bars

carrot cake balls

carrot and sultana cake with creamy orange frosting

chewy oat cookies

chocolate pistachio fudge

cinnamon roll pancakes

date and walnut cake

honey cake

maple sugar pie

mini apple and almond cakes

mushroom meringues

patterned pumpkin swiss roll

perfect apple pie

pryaniki

pumpkin spice cupcakes

pumpkin spice muffins with cream cheese filling

pumpkin spice scones

soft pumpkin cookies with cream cheese frosting

toffee apple muffins

vanilla and nutmeg baked rice pudding

dinners

aubergine and mozzarella bake

beef cheek and butternut squash broth in sourdough bread bowls

butternut squash curry with cauliflower rice

chicken, leek, and mushroom pies

coddle with pearl barley

irish stew

kiki’s delivery service fish pie

lamb casserole with aubergine

leg of lamb m'hammar

mushroom omelette

one pot creamy mushroom pasta

pumpkin risotto

sausage and bean casserole

sicilian pasta with tomatoes, garlic, and almonds

spicy root and lentil casserole

stuffed eggplants

vegetable pizza

veggie pot pie

dips, preserves and sauces

apple and blackberry jam

apple sauce

aubergine hummus

bessara

blueberry butter

country apple sauce

date jam

jumbo chilli sauce

plum jam

soups

borlotti bean, tomato, and spinach soup

chicken and barley stew

chicken and brown rice soup

chicken soup

chicken wild rice soup

curried carrot soup

garlic broth

good vegetable soup

harira

hearty irish veg soup

hearty white bean soup

lentil, chickpea, and paprika soup

minestrone in minutes

pumpkin soup

potato leek soup

speedy seafood supper

stuffed pepper soup

sweet potato soup

starters, sides, etc

butternut squash, sage, and crème fraîche mash

champ

chinese dumplings with mushrooms and butternut squash

creole aubergines

colcannon

mhencha with spicy ground beef (you can get the kiri cheese from any middle-eastern run store).

moroccan potato salad

mushroom hand pies

naan bread

polish mushroom pasties

sweet potato wedges

tuna and beans

“It makes your heart race. It turns the world upside-down.”

I am concerned about this culture of combing through years of people’s social media accounts, looking for “problematic” shit they’ve done. I am concerned with the whole culture of using “call outs” as a tool to harass and ostracize users large and small. I am concerned about the malice we spread behind people’s backs, in screenshots and posts they aren’t able to see. I am concerned with this culture of demanding apologies for things said years ago, things already outgrown and regretted, and of ignoring those apologies even while pilling on more censure. I’m concerned about this whole culture of accusation and misinformation, where the most outrageous claims and holier-than-thou performances are rewarded with notes and views, even as facts are ignored and context removed. I am concerned about the lack of accountability, the way the accused is given no opportunity to defend themselves from the onslaught, the way their responses and explanations go ignored, the way any charge can be made at any time on any evidence, with no ability to appeal or exonerate. I’m concerned about the way this culture targets minority users and turns their own communities against them. I’m concerned about the actually harmful and predatory behavior that gets lost in the bog, and how we have lost the ability to distinguish between shades of gray with any level of sanity. And I am concerned by the sheer number of people who fail to realize they are perpetuating bullying and harassment.

I am enormously concerned with the way people who are “called out” are never forgiven, never allowed to make amends, never allowed to grow, how their efforts to learn and do better are ignored even while strangers callously repeat and reblog and retweet the same criticisms ad nauseam.

And I see this everywhere, happening to anyone. And yes, this applies to larger accounts and youtubers and “influencers,” and a bunch of content creators who may or may not be making a decent living off of their work, but who are certainly not “rich and powerful celebrities.” (Because apparently we spend so much time in online microcosms that ya’ll can’t tell the difference???) Christ, my blog isn’t nearly as large as some people seem to think, it’s obscure by most measures, and still I’ve been the target of mass harassment for years. I’ve seen bad and watched others go through worse, seen users with far larger and far smaller followings driven off of this and other platforms—driven off with a violence and bloodthirst that had nothing to do with making a community safer and everything to do with a toxic culture gone wrong. Fucking fix this already.

Y/N: I’m not gonna take crap from someone who cosplays as a fucking bird!!!

Miranda: how dare you!!! You insolent degenerate!

Y/N: *throws bread crumbs on the ground* c’mre birdy! Come and get your dinner!!!

Alcina: Y/N, shut up!!

Miranda: I’m going to kill you!

Cassandra: what

Summary: what Nat doesn’t know, won’t hurt her, right?

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Bedsheets

You flung your non-dominant hand over your mouth, hoping to silence yourself as your other hand palmed your clit underneath the blankets. A strange dream had pulled you from your sleep in the middle of the night. You couldn’t remember what you were dreaming about, but it was enough to leave you in a pile of sweat and in soaked panties. Thankfully, you hadn’t woken Natasha up, who was curled away from you with her feet under your calf.

Your first reaction was to just go back to sleep. Nat had plenty of rules regarding masturbation, and you touching yourself was a hard no. Desperate to please and having hope that she’d relieve you in the morning, you laid on your back and urged yourself to ignore the throbbing between your legs.

Time moved painstakingly slow and after twenty minutes of aching, you considered waking your girlfriend up subtly. She’d have to notice your desperate state, and she’d be sure to take pity on you.

Quickly shaking that idea away because Nat would definitely not pity you, you relied on your only logical option. You could rub one out: just a tiny one to take the edge off until the morning. All you had to do was stay quiet, and that wasn’t hard for you considering your girlfriend’s favorite thing was to fuck you in public spaces.

The bed shifts underneath you as you spread your legs wider, slipping one finger into your cunt with ease. You quickly pushed a second in, exhaling through your nose as you swallowed a moan. Screwing your eyes shut, you started at a leisurely pace, lazily pushing and pulling until your heart was beating in your ears.

Natasha stirred next to you and you snapped your eyes open. You hand froze in your underwear as you watched her turn over and snuggle further into the bed, still asleep.

You were so thankful you could have cried, and decided not to press your luck any further. Pulling your fingers out, you pressed firmly against your clit and rubbed in quick circles. You exhaled a heavy sigh into your hand and pushed your head back. The thread you were on was thinning as your orgasm approached and you desperately willed your fingers to move faster, to press harder.

“Is mommy’s girl gonna cum?

Color drained from your face. You pulled your hand out of your panties, wiping your slick on the bed sheets as you turned over. Natasha was staring at you; verdant eyes were blown with lust, and you knew you were in for it.

Stuttering over your words, Natasha slapped her own hand over your mouth, effectively cutting you off. “Shh baby,” she husked before flipping the covers off your body.

Goosebumps lined your skin, and your nipples perked up at the sudden exposure. The cool air sent a shiver down your spine but you quickly heated up when Natasha grabbed your wrist and pulled your hand back to your panties.

Natasha’s fingers hovered over your own and pushed them against your cunt, encouraging you to continue. Mindlessly, your fingers followed orders and swirled in tight circles over your clit. You sighed, electric in your whole body as you relaxed into the bed sheets and under her piercing eyes.

“Good girl,” Nat purred as she leaned into you, warm breath tickling your neck. “Is your pussy wet for me?”

You hummed, desperately nodding your head as you sped up.

Her free hand grabbed your jaw, squishing your face and forcing your gaze to meet her’s. “Say it.”

“My pussy’s wet for you, mommy!”

You cried out when she rewarded you with two fingers slipping into your cunt, pushing and curling until your hips were bucking. She nipped your neck, soothing it with her tongue when you gasped.

“Pretty little slut,” your girlfriend pouted, mocking you in a sickly sweet tone while her fingers pounded into you so hard that you couldn’t bear to touch your clit anymore. “So fucking wet, so fucking desperate to cum. You’re gonna soak mommy’s hand, huh?”

“Yes, mommy! Please, I- please!”

“Go ahead.”

Her permission had you shaking, grinding your hips against her hand as you came with her name on your lips. Those skilled fingers slowed to long strokes, stretching out your orgasm as much as she could before you collapsed against the bed.