First, pre-heat the oven to gas mark 4/350F/180C and line a roasting tray with foil or parchment.
Cut the butternut squash into bite-size chunks, then line up on the tray and spray with a little cooking spray. Roast for 30-40 minutes until tender, stirring halfway.
Meanwhile, rinse the lentils before adding to a pot along with the stock cube and covering with cold water. Bring to the boil, then allow to simmer for 12 minutes.
Heat some cooking spray on a non-stick pan and add the onions. Fry until soft, then add the curry paste, tomatoes and coconut milk. Stir every so often as the sauce thickens (about 10 minutes). Meanwhile, heat up the naan bread in the oven.
Finally, add the squash, lentils and spinach to the curry and season to taste. Cook for another couple of minutes, then serve with the naan bread.
Notes: I adapted this (with little change) from a BBC recipe to cook for my mum on our vegan nights because we both LOVE curry and this was a hit!
Scott slows his pace during cross-country and falls back from Isaac to join Stiles at the rear of the group. “Hey, have you seen Derek recently?” Scott says, faux-casual like Stiles hasn’t watched him try to lie to their parents since they were five.
“Nope,” Stiles says. “Haven’t seen him in a week.” Unless he counts the Derek he dreams about on the regular, but if Stiles has learned anything from Lydia Martin and his umpteen-year-plan, it’s that the people in your dreams and the people in your reality are never one and the same.
Note: This is a fic I thought I’d never find again until I stumbled upon it when going through my AO3 history \o/
I suppose this fic would come under psychological horror and it’s very easy to miss what’s actually going on. I don’t know what else to say without spoiling it, I just implore you to give it a go! (If you get to the end and don’t understand what happened, check out the comments!)
Aside from loads of other wonderful surprises from 3x09, “The Present,” (which I’ll get to) I had to say something about that beautiful place Barry leased for WestAllen. After taking a closer look at it, this must be the new set that Candice mentioned she loves filming in.
The scale of it is magnificent, from the high ceilings to the open floor plan. Judging from the common area, the apartment might be at least 1,300 sf, if you also count the bedrooms and the bathrooms. Yes bathrooms, it looks big enough to have 1 and ½ baths. Another draw: the contemporary look with the whitewashed exposed bricks and the exposed beams, and the simple touch of the two columns at either end of the bank of windows. It’s definitely a place for a couple with modern tastes. I also think those are hardwood floors.
Light will come in from the windows, which flow almost from floor to ceiling. They don’t have spectacular views of the downtown, but that’s OK, because of those fabulous skylights. They will be spectacular in the day, and flood the living area in natural light. They even have a little terrace. It’s not a fancy balcony like Oliver Queen’s, but they can sit out there with a bistro table and some chairs. Iris sipping her prosecco or whatever, and Barry with his 1,000 proof rocket fuel, because that’s the only way his speedster metabolism can get a buzz.
That kitchen! That backsplash is the bomb, and all the appliances are new and modern. I love the fact that it features a peninsula, not an island. I know islands are wildly popular, and I see the draw, but I find islands to be a little “too” welcoming. During parties people flock around those spaces and crowd the kitchen, leaving the beautiful den and living rooms practically empty. They will be able to fit a table and some chairs in there, making it an eat-in kitchen if they want. And did you see the mezzanine level, to Iris’ left? That looks like it would be a great space for a home office, maybe with room for a pull-out couch, in case Wally wants to crash there after a late class instead of heading all the way home. (Wait, he’s a speedster now, so he can run home no problem. Nevermind.)
You did good Barry. You did real good.
BTW, that’s Barry putting a ring on it in the second picture. Yes, yes, it’s a key ring with keys to their brand-new place, but whatever. But that’s the second ring Barry has given Iris for Christmas. Third time’s a charm, people!
All these words, and what I’m trying to say is simple.
I want to love you like you deserve to be loved. I want to share your
triumphs, your burdens, your full moons and your new. I want you to be
as sure of my love as you are the phases of the moon.
I want to love you like the moon loves you.
(I told you that one day I would write you a love letter).
OR, Stiles and Derek, in letters, through the years.
Rec’d by @mad-madam-m who says:
I love, love, love epistolary stories, and I love how this one slowly
develops Derek and Stiles’s relationship from friends/allies to the
realization of their feelings and, ultimately, their romantic
relationship. It’s delightful and fluffy and so, so sweet.
Note: I don’t know what else I can add to that! Check it out!
Stiles picks up Derek on the side of the road. Post 3A.
This is one of the ones I’ve found after trawling through my entire AO3 history. The characterisations are perfect, such a joy to read, and there’s even a bit of bedsharing (who doesn’t like a bit of bedsharing?!)
My first full-length short story. I’m hoping to place future chapters of this story on an alternate history timeline, but for now there are no big-picture deviations from the original timeline. Comments and constructive criticism welcome.
Length: 22 pages and 7,300 words (not counting the title page, footnotes, or author’s notes at the end)
You had always been short, but you liked to call it being below average height. You’d never hated it, but there was something about Jason teasing you about your height that you absolutely hated. Maybe it was because he was a fucking giraffe.
You had been trying to get a bowl to eat your cereal in, but you couldn’t quite reach the top cabinet. You debated calling Jason for help, but decided not to since he’d just tease you. So you decided to climb onto the counter to reach the cabinet, and thankfully you did, once you got down you poured cereal in first and then added milk but what you didn’t know was that Jason was watching you ever since you climbed the counter. “You’re so short” you jumped and put a hand on your chest. “Jesus Christ Jason, you scared me” he gave you a pout before saying “Awe i’m sorry shorty, but you’re really easy to scare, and you could have just asked me for help to get that bowl” you groan while he smirks “i didn’t ask for your help because i knew you would make fun of me” he puts his arm around your shoulder and laughs “You know i don’t mean it, i just like teasing you, because you are short.” You roll your eyes and get up to go to the couch, “I’m not short, i’m below average height” he laughs and follows you “You know that is the literal definition of short right?” You groan once again. “Can you not”
You and Jason had been walking around town, because why not it was a nice day outside so you decided to do something active. You had only been walking for 7 minutes when you felt a weight on your head. You look up to see Jason’s arm on you. “Really Jason?” You glare at him. He just smirks and kisses your forehead “Oh you know I love you”