#Imported Sauces

[kheratrading]

A World of Tastes: Embrace the Culinary Diversity at Khera Trading

In a world where culinary experiences are cherished as an art form, the allure of diverse flavors and ingredients reigns supreme. At Khera Trading, we take immense pride in curating a culinary wonderland that caters to the senses and nourishes the soul. Embrace the exquisite symphony of tastes as we invite you to discover a delightful assortment of products that celebrate the richness of the…

[inkskinned]

as we enter the start of a semester and the dreaded Hour of Making Friends us upon us... if ur ever at a loss for what to say in one of those weird social situations where you only vaguely-know people, one of my favorite questions to ask is "what is your favorite food crime." a food crime is like the food combination that you love that other people find revolting. press them to take it further than pineapple on pizza, that's rote. food crimes is a good topic that has many benefits as it turns out all people are degenerates and also it will give you some cool ideas to try out later in the privacy of your own degenerate kitchen

the other good thing to ask is "okay but has anyone here ever been someplace haunted" bc it turns out if you ask most people directly they don't believe in ghosts, but many people are like "oh yeah i lived in a haunted house. ghosts aren't real tho"

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Wei Wuxian eats a watermelon. Yep!

[bucketsofmonsters]

Deep Water - Part 4

cw: the ocean, animal carcasses, rotting, malnourishment, more tags to be added as the story continues

merman x fem reader

Word count: 3k

read on ao3

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

You woke up disoriented on an unfamiliar floor, the steady sounds of snoring filling your ears. 

You turned to see Finn, still fast asleep as you rose from your little spot on the floor. He was bundled up in blankets, his head just barely peeking out of them enough to breathe. 

You didn’t want to bother him. He’d done so much for you, the last thing you wanted to do was to disturb his rest. 

In your attempt to begin to get ready without disturbing him, you managed to get your feet tangled in the loose blankets below you and tumble back to the floor.

You quickly righted yourself just in time to see Finn begin to shift, waking fitfully. 

He groaned, eyes barely peeking open to look up at you. “Is… Oh. I forgot you were here.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

He tried to wave dismissively but in his half-asleep state, it looked more like he attempted to clumsily swat a fly out of the air.

He rose from the bed slowly, a little unsteady on his feet.  “I’ll find you some clothes.”

You took him in as he moved to the drawers beside the bed. He was a little scrawnier than the average man working on the docks and only a few inches taller than you, but still, you were sure that his clothes would fit you awkwardly, if at all. “You really don’t have to do that, my clothes are mostly dry now.”

“Nonsense, I have just the thing for you.”

And then he pulled out a dress, a practical one with reasonable skirts and allowance for movement. A dress you’d seen before. 

You reeled back a little as you asked, “Why do you have my sister’s clothes?”

It came out harsher than you’d intended it to. Maybe the shock was to blame, you weren’t certain. 

He deflated at your words, crumpling in on himself, his shoulders slumping as his face fell. 

“I should have told you,” he said, visibly mortified. “I know I should have. You just… you look just like her.”

The realization hit you instantly. “You two were…”

“I wasn’t trying to replace her,” he said, rushing in to cut you off. “I mean, I couldn’t replace her even if I did want to. It was just… it was nice to see you. I could almost pretend, just a little.”

The more he tried to justify it, the more your heart sank. “How long were you together?” you asked, your voice flat and distant.”

“Years. She was everything to me.” His voice was low and sad, sadness that you were sure was for her and not for you, standing betrayed in front of him. Why would it be for you? How selfish could you be?

You almost wished he’d yelled at you. Then maybe it wouldn’t make you feel so bad. He seemed devastated and apologetic and all the things he could be and yet now that you knew you could just tell. You could see him looking at you like you were her, with faux, unearned affection in his eyes behind the heartbreak. 

It made you furious. You wanted to throw something, to shout at him, to demand to be seen as a person, to be removed from her shadow. 

But he was grieving, just as you were. Probably more. 

The least you could to was be kind. 

So you gave him a half-hearted, soft pat on his shoulder and tried to paint as much sympathy accross your face as you could manage.

“You didn’t mean any harm,” you said, and you knew it was true. 

It still stung. 

And then you took the dress from his hands, his grip softening as you reached for it, and you left. 

You found an empty room to change in and went off to work as quickly as you could.

The next few weeks passed quickly, settling into an easy routine. Without Finn hovering over your shoulder as you worked, you were free to move quickly and mindlessly, doing your job exactly as intended and no more. 

You stopped by to see Simon almost every day. The days you couldn’t, held up late at the docks, he no longer threw a complete fit. There was huffing and pouting but he hadn’t kindaped you again and you considered that progress.

In fact, after the stunt he’d pulled, he seemed hesitant to even get near you, like even his presence was tainted now. He was more careful than he’d been, asking before he did anything. 

You supposed it was preferable over the alternative. 

You and Finn had grown distant. He was clearly trying to give you space but you couldn’t quite breach that gap and bring yourself to talk to him so instead you let him fade away, sharing quiet polite smiles when you saw one another and nothing more. Your only real friend here now gone. Other than your monster that you still caught glimpses of below the docks, no matter how many times you warned him that it was ill-advised.

You didn’t mind going to see him. There was very little understanding between you but it felt nice, having him so eager to meet with you every day, shifting uncomfortably in shallow water that he braved for you. 

It had been a bad day. 

Nothing had happened, not really, but that awful ship was back. Every time you saw it, a wave of nausea overtook you, brought back to you kicking and screaming on the deck, inhaling rain as you huffed in breaths. 

Finn had shot you a concerned look or two as he apparently read your nerves off your face, but he had kept his distance, respectful and stomach-churning. 

You wanted him to come check in on you, something he clearly wanted to do, but you still refused to go speak with him first. You couldn’t do it, couldn’t return to him like a dog with its tail tucked between its legs, offering yourself as your sister’s replacement if he’d just speak to you.  

So instead, at the end of an awful day, you scurried off the docks to your spot, content that you’d at least get to see your siren. 

On the shore, where you usually sat, lay the tail end of a sea lion, bloody with bones sticking out, looking almost rotted.

You looked into the water to find amber eyes staring back at you, wide and expectant. 

You knew instantly he’d brought it here, though you couldn’t fathom why. It wasn’t a fresh kill, instead looking like it had been pulled off a beach somewhere where it’d washed up. 

A sense of shame flickered in his eyes, fighting back a grimance as you noticed it. 

“Do you want it?” he asked, head nodding towards the carcass.

“No,” you said, and he reeled back, not looking surprised but seeming upset all the same. 

“It’s the best I could do,” he said, eyes downcast. “I’ve been trying to find something better but I’m not built for this.”

His voice was tinged in a sense of bitterness and frustration and you wished you knew what he was talking about so you could comfort him. Or at least understand why he was upset. 

“Built for what? Why is this here?”

“It was supposed to be food,” he said with a huff. “I have nothing for you. I can’t provide you anything.”

“Provide me… You don’t need to provide for me, I can get my own food.”

“You shouldn’t have to. I want to… I want to show you I can keep you safe but I can’t. Couldn’t even keep you fed.”

As he spoke, you really took him in, sitting behind a rotting carcass that wasn’t fit for anyone to eat. 

What had he been eating if after weeks, this was the best he could bring you?

And then it struck you, the way he’d begun positioning himself in the shallows, stomach carefully down, arms in front of it, shifted away from you. 

“Come here,” you said, trying to keep your words soft. 

He looked like he was about to cry but he shifted forwards all the same. 

You fought back a gasp as he finally let you get a good look at him. 

He looked emaciated. Where soft, plump skin used to be, it instead had begun to pull taught over ribs that looked sharper than the human ribs you were accustomed to. 

With the new context, you could see it in his face too, his full cheeks beginning to bow in.

“What happened to you?” you asked, cursing yourself that you could have missed this, could have let him keep his distance and hide this from you so easily. 

“I’m not good at hunting,” he said, rufusing to meet your gaze. 

“You were fine before, what changed?”

He shifted and you could see a war waging inside his head, the conflict written accrosss his features. 

You waited, owing him patience at least. 

Finally, he seemed to come to a decision and he spoke, still sad and low but with a sense of finality rising behind it. 

“We’re not hunters, we’re not built for it. Not fast enough or sharp enough. We’re built to lure in prey but… you’re a person. If I hadn’t stopped to talk to you, you’d just be gone, drowned and devoured, and I wouldn’t even have known that it hurt, let alone… I can’t do it anymore,” his words had shifted from sad and low to frustrated and sharp. “I can’t hunt so I can’t eat fish but I can’t do it anymore. Every time I look at them I keep just seeing you.”

Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes at the thought that you had done this to him. The revelation that he’d been eating humans fell by the wayside at the sight of sad eyes on a gaunt face that used to be warm and soft.

And you couldn’t even do anything about it. You didn’t have the resources to get him fish, not after the measly few weeks you’d spent here. You had barely managed to find yourself lodgings in a grimy old inn, barely eating enough to keep up your strength. 

But you had to. You couldn’t just leave him to this, in this situation that you’d dragged him into when you’d gotten thrown off that ship. When on the worst day of your life, he saw easy prey in front of him and decided to be kind. 

And then an idea came to you. An awful idea, sure, but the only one you had. 

You muttered a quiet “wait here” before you stood up and sprinted back to the dock, knowing you had to catch him before he left. 

Finn’s face lit up when he saw you nearing him, relief pulling the tension out of his shoulders and bringing a soft smile to his face. 

You grabbed his hand and with a soft noise of confusion escaping him, you dragged him down to your isolated little spot on the beach. 

The whole time you pulled him along, as he followed you without question, you tried to think how to explain any of this to him. 

You kept moving as you wracked your brains, needing to solve this, needing to know it could be fixed, and you came up with nothing.  

Anything would be better than just bringing him in blind, a fact you realized seconds too late, arriving at your spot on the shore. 

You saw the panic in Simon’s eyes seconds before disaster hit. Right before Finn noticed him, he was being snatched into the water, pale arms hooked under his armpits, holding him down in the shallows. It seemed mainly like shock and confusion that kept Finn down. Submerged in deep water he wouldn’t stand a chance, but here, in the shallows, against a malnourished and emotional siren; he could’ve taken him easily.

But he didn’t, instead thrashing a little with eyes wide and he tried to take in the simultaneous facts that sirens were real and that one had just dragged him into the water. 

“He’s here to help, drop him,” you snapped, shooting a harsh look at Simon. 

“I didn’t even do anything wrong,” he said, a grouchy look crossing his face as he let Finn go, drifting nervously back into the water. You recognized it for what it was. He was preparing for his escape, just in case. 

You didn’t blame him for the instinct. To be honest, it was a good one. Blind trust like that in anyone could get him killed. 

You hoped this wouldn’t be one of those times. You hoped you’d prove him wrong. 

Your hand snapped out to grab Finn’s wrist as he tried to stagger away, eyes wide and frightened.

“Finn,” you said, keeping your voice measured and level. “This is Simon. He’s a friend.”

You didn't think you'd ever seen such panic and betrayal in his eyes, his face normally light and happy. He was breathing heavy, eyes darting between the two of you like he couldn't quite believe he wasn't about to get pulled back in.

Finn looked down at your hand encircling his wrist. He tested his strength against yours, almost pulling away before deciding to let you keep him there. Ever patient, he didn’t take the out, he didn't run. He waited, by your side, nervous but steady.

His breaths slowed, taking stock of Simon in the water.

You weren’t sure who looked more frighted, both sizing one another up, ready to bolt should the need arise. 

You left them to it, terrified that any sudden movement would shatter the tentative peace that was forming between them. 

He nodded slowly, eyes not moving from Simon, shivering slightly in newly wetted clothes. “And why exactly,” he began, eyes locked onto Simon, “did you want me to meet this friend of yours?”

“Um. So he wants to stop eating people,” you said, wincing as you heard yourself and the reality of what you'd just said sunk in.

“He eats people?” Finn asked, his voice spiking up in panic as his head whipped towards you.

“And he would like to stop. If we can’t help him, what do you think he’s going to start doing again?”

“It’s not my fault!” Simon huffed from the water. “The fish don’t hate you for eating them, why do you get to be mad at me?”

“The fish aren’t people,” Finn insisted, arms wrapping around himself as he shivered in the cold air. 

“And you aren’t sirens. I thought you were stupid anyway, like fish.”

“You thought we were like fish?”

Simon shrugged. “Not like fish. But the difference from you to fish is like the difference from you to me. Or… I thought so. We might have been wrong. I don’t know, I just eat.”

He seemed uncomfortable with having to explain himself, shifting in the water as he glanced at you every few seconds. 

It took a moment for you to realize what he was looking for. It was approval, you could see him searching for it in your eyes. 

You weren’t sure you could give it to him. Your stomach churned at his words but you could feel how earnest he was, could hear the confusion and distress in his voice.

He hadn’t thought he was doing anything wrong. Why would he? He was just doing what sirens had always done and now he wasn’t so sure about it any longer and his whole past was filled with deaths he didn’t know if he could justify anymore. 

How would you feel, you wondered, if you met a fish one day and that fish told you it was afraid? If it told you that it told stories to its young about your kind and how they’d snatch it up and cook it over an open flame. 

Would it be your fault? Would those deaths be on your conscience?

Would you ever have the presence of mind to see a fish, alone in strange waters, and save it? Could you even do what Simon had done, take that first step?

Your heart hurt for him, alone in his crisis, with no one to talk to about it. His only options were his kind that depended on these horrible deaths to survive and you. And his prey. 

Finn pulled you aside, far from out of Simon's earshot but it seemed to settle him a little bit to at least feign privacy. 

“What do you want me to do here?” Finn hissed.

“I want to help him. He saved my life and… and even if he didn't, is this not for the best? He wants to do better, we can't just not help him.”

He nodded, hesitant but willing. “Okay, so what now.”

“I don’t know. He can eat fish, we know that for sure. Maybe other food too? Do you think he can eat human food?”

Finn pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes. “I don’t know. How would I know? I guess I can get him fish, we could sneak a couple out and buy some before we leave at night. Would that be enough?”

You shrugged. “I have no idea.”

He sighed. “Great."

“I’m sorry I dragged you into this, I just didn’t know anyone else I could go to.”

He gave you a soft smile. “It’s the least I could do. Now, I’m going to go scrounge something up, you keep your little siren company.”

You shot him one last grateful look before settling down on the beach, water lapping at your shoes. 

Simon pulled himself out of the water a bit, trying to get closer to you.

“I’m sorry,” he said, voice barely audible over the sound of the waves. 

You took his hand from where it lay, shifting nervously over some rocks, and gave it a gentle squeeze. 

“I know.”

[eddiegettingshot]

“i guess so” was so insane of buck to say. what do you mean you guess so. there was no reason to respond like that. why not just say yeah. YEAH. YOUR ATTENTION. what was the point of i guess so. he looks soooo relieved to have an answer for his feelings but he’s saying i guess so. girl what. what! you’re guessing? you still don’t know for sure? he’s standing in front of you and you still can’t conjure up an emphatic yes? you’re acting in ways so strange your sister is baffled? you don’t even know why your father figure would approve of your relationship? you don’t know what you’re ready for? you don’t know why you lied to your best friend or why you hurt him? you’re just not certain of anything? “i guess so” WHAT DO YOU ACTUALLY KNOW!!!

[starheirxero]

Multiverse's most mentally stable Sun

He's fine 😁 (lie)

[dailydndadsdoodles]

happy dndads tuesday

[lavenoon]

Sharing the blanket <3

@naffeclipse I continue keeping the bounty hunter out of trouble by sleeping on him and I will not apologize

*self insert is not a girl (he/ she)

og detective au by sunnys-aesthetic!

[kheratrading]

A World of Tastes: Embrace the Culinary Diversity at Khera Trading

In a world where culinary experiences are cherished as an art form, the allure of diverse flavors and ingredients reigns supreme. At Khera Trading, we take immense pride in curating a culinary wonderland that caters to the senses and nourishes the soul. Embrace the exquisite symphony of tastes as we invite you to discover a delightful assortment of products that celebrate the richness of the culinary world. From premium Canned Vegetables to decadent Cheese Products, aromatic Coffee to refreshing Frozen Treats, and vibrant Fruit Crushes & Syrups to the finest Imported Sauces and more, our store is a treasure trove of gastronomic delights. Join us on a journey through culinary diversity as we unlock the secrets of extraordinary tastes.

Culinary Symphony: A Symphony of Flavors

As you step into the enchanting world of Khera Trading, you are greeted with a symphony of flavors that represents a diverse range of culinary delights. Each section of our store is meticulously curated to offer the finest quality and authentic products, sourced from trusted suppliers and producers from around the globe. Our commitment to excellence ensures that every ingredient and product in our store has been carefully selected to elevate your culinary creations to new heights.

1. Canned Vegetables: A Symphony of Convenience and Freshness

In the aisles dedicated to Canned Vegetables, you will find a medley of culinary essentials that embody both convenience and freshness. From luscious tomatoes and tender corn kernels to flavorful mushrooms and artichoke hearts, our canned vegetables are a culinary treasure that allows you to create gourmet dishes with ease. The convenience of canned vegetables offers versatility in your kitchen, making them a popular choice for both home cooks and professional chefs.

2. Cheese Products: Savor the Richness of a World of Cheese

Prepare to be enchanted by the cheese paradise that awaits in our Cheese Products section. Indulge in the creaminess of brie, the sharpness of cheddar, and the delicacy of feta. From familiar classics to rare finds, our selection of cheese products celebrates the art of cheese-making from different regions. Whether you are crafting a cheese platter, baking a sumptuous lasagna, or simply relishing a cheese board, our diverse cheese offerings cater to every taste and preference.

3. Coffee: A Journey Through the World of Aromas

For the coffee enthusiasts, our Coffee section offers a sensory journey through the world of aromatic delights. Delve into the captivating aromas of freshly roasted coffee beans and ground coffee sourced from renowned coffee-growing regions. From the invigorating kick of dark roasts to the delicate subtlety of light roasts, our coffee selection is a testament to the passion for the perfect cup of coffee. Sip and savor the world of coffee with every brew.

4. Frozen Products: Convenience and Quality at Your Fingertips

In the aisles of Frozen Products, we present a cornucopia of culinary convenience without compromising on quality. From pre-cut fruits and vegetables that streamline meal preparation to ready-to-cook entrees that tantalize the taste buds, our frozen range is a testament to the art of preserving flavors and textures. Explore the joys of culinary creativity with our selection of frozen products, perfect for busy kitchens and culinary experiments.

5. Fruit Crushes & Syrups: A Burst of Natural Flavors

Quench your thirst and sweeten your desserts with the natural goodness of our Fruit Crushes & Syrups. From the vibrant tang of mixed fruit crushes to the sweetness of berry syrups, these delightful offerings elevate your beverages and desserts with a burst of natural flavors. Whether you're stirring up refreshing mocktails or creating delectable desserts, our fruit crushes and syrups infuse your creations with an essence of freshness.

6. Imported Sauces: A Global Taste Expedition

Transport your taste buds on a global taste expedition with our Imported Sauces section. Experience the tang of Mexican salsa, the aromatic richness of Italian pasta sauces, and the exotic flavors of Asian dipping sauces. Our collection of imported sauces allows you to bring the world's culinary diversity to your table, turning every meal into a flavorful journey.

7. Oils and Fat: Enhancing Culinary Excellence

Enhance the flavors and textures of your dishes with our premium selection of Oils and Fat. From the rich robustness of extra virgin olive oil to the versatility of cooking fats, our oils and fats add depth and character to your culinary creations. Whether you're sautéing, frying, or drizzling, our oils and fats are the essence of culinary excellence.

8. Pastas & Noodles: A Canvas of Culinary Creativity

Explore a world of culinary possibilities with our collection of Pastas & Noodles. From classic Italian pasta shapes to authentic Asian noodles, our range caters to a myriad of culinary creations. Whether you're crafting comforting pasta dishes or experimenting with noodle-based delicacies, our pastas and noodles are a canvas of endless creativity.

9. Sauces & Spreads: The Finishing Touches of Flavors

Complete your culinary masterpieces with our delectable selection of Sauces & Spreads. From savory spreads that elevate your sandwiches to sweet sauces that crown your desserts, these condiments add the perfect finishing touch to your dishes. Let your taste buds dance with joy as our sauces and spreads take your culinary creations to new heights.

10. Specialized Herbs & Spices: An Aromatic Adventure

Embark on an aromatic adventure with our collection of Specialized Herbs & Spices. From aromatic herbs to exotic spices, this section is a treasure trove of flavors and aromas. Enhance your culinary creations with the finest herbs and spices sourced from around the world, adding a delightful tapestry of tastes to your dishes.

Conclusion:

At Khera Trading, we celebrate the culinary diversity that enriches our lives and nourishes our souls. Our store is a sanctuary of flavors and ingredients, where every aisle presents a journey through a world of tastes. From the convenience of canned vegetables to the richness of cheese products, the aroma of freshly roasted coffee to the refreshment of fruit crushes and syrups, and the global flavors of imported sauces to the essence of specialized herbs and spices, our store caters to every culinary desire.

As you embrace the culinary diversity in our store, we invite you to unleash your creativity and embark on a gastronomic adventure. Each product in our collection is a testament to our commitment to quality, authenticity, and culinary excellence. Let Khera Trading be your culinary companion, empowering you to craft extraordinary dishes that resonate with flavors from around the world. Savor the experience of embracing culinary diversity in our store, where every ingredient is a world of tastes waiting to be discovered.

[lesbianshadowheart]

the lack of fandom insanity about aloy hzd is crazy to me.....she was literally born of immaculate conception to be the saviour of a world that doesnt want her. she was the loneliest girl in the world the first and last of her kind. while gay

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Someone asked why my cat guy was in a bikini, and the answer is: Men and them can wear bikini’s too!

To demonstrate, here’s Lan Wangji and his brunch friend Elle Woods at their weekly summer hangout.

[teatitty]

One thing Naruto fandom does that pisses me off is when they act like being a Chuunin makes you automatically weaker than a Jounin when its a proven fact that Jounin ranks aren't that common at all. Most shinobi are chuunin rank. You become a Jounin either by taking an exam [as Temari recommends to Shikamaru] or the village just collectively decides that you're The Fucking Shit and elects you for it so no exam needed [Kakashi is the best example]

Sakura and Shikamaru are both chuunin with jounin level capabilities. The ongoing gag of Shippuden is that Naruto is still a genin despite basically being a god. Your rank does not equal skill or power level, the only difference is whether you take on S-Rank missions by yourself or not. That's literally it. The only time a "superior officer" matters is in the fucking field when you have a team captain leading the mission [and it's entirely possible for a chuunin to be the captain instead of a jounin depending on experience and who is better suited for that role per mission]

Iruka arguing with Kakashi at the chuunin exams wouldn't be shocking in universe because he's yelling at a jounin it'd be shocking because it's Kakashi who is super famous and feared the world over. I doubt most people are really ballsy enough to get in his face about something just because of his reputation, and that has nothing to do with his rank and everything to do with who he is [I could make a whole separate post about that argument and how neither of them are wrong or right here for different reasons but I won't]

In short: chuunin are the ones who run the village, not jounin, and a ninjas rank is not indicative of their power or skill. Stop that shit

[joycondrip]

Been a few days, here's an unspoken but VERY important Tumblr tip for migrants I havent seen empasized enough:

If you see some cool art/creative work offsite you didn't make but wanna have on your blog, beit a funny drawing, someone's cosplay or craft work, a piece of writing, etc. take a few moments to check and see if the original artist/creator is on tumblr and has uploaded it here already, then reblog that post.

Avoid reuploading others' content youself if there's a chance its been posted originally on here first, and REALLY avoid reuploading things that aren't yours without any credit to who originally made it.

We all get the same amount of access to the same tags. Dozens of reposts of the same unsourced meme or artwork is what turns this site into the kinda unbearable content slog you get on other platforms, and actively detracts from boosting the users who make that thing you think is cool to begin with. If you have something to say or add, you write it on the original post.

[bloodsadx]

photos from nothing matters since you left the world hot sauce by kaho matsui (ft. hot sauce miku) captured on a film camera of my friends wearing my clothes

[braceletofteeth]

Just White's stuttery, panicky voice

[mercless]

🗡 dozing off writing replies but im curious how others go about writing out stuff/the order you write particular parts, and if you have a different way of writing depending on if it's a reply, ask, or a drabble 🤔 in most cases I find I write out any spoken words first, then the tones or actions done while talking, and then depending on the writing purpose add trains of thought, other actions or specific actions that convey emotions. stuff I looove getting lost in writing include describing scenes, settings, environments, food or the time of day! for drabbles I usually start with these descriptive elements to get into the mood of it.