#Parcel Paper

[packagingnow]

Printed tapes are becoming a trend among companies looking for creative  styles to efficiently handle their packaging conditions. These packing tapes are much more than a tool for sealing boxes; they’ve  numerous other uses that can greatly ameliorate operations. They are highly beneficial for businesses these days, especially for the emerging ones who want to create their strong hold in the competitive market by establishing a strong brand identity. In this article we shall be looking at some of the important benefits of packaging tapes which are customised and printed.

[elkshed]

for the one millionth time —

if there aren’t trash cans in the stalls, it’s not a gender-neutral restroom

[jewish-elphaba]

the velveteen rabbit be like "folks I actually do need to BeReal"

[murumokirby360]

Hello, April! Another parcel had recently delivered to my doorstep! I'm so excited, am I?! 😁📦🏠

"What's inside?" My paper dolls said. Well as always, I have my recorded video, and go check it out! ↓ 😃✂️

I'll review it next week so, that's all for now.😊

Tagged: @lordromulus90, @bryan360, @carmenramcat, @leapant, @rafacaz4lisam2k4, @alexander1301, @paektu

[howlpendraig]

for me adulthood is owning so many different types of tapes and scissors

[r0bee]

Just did such a good job wrapping my sister's birthday present with handmade(?) wrapping paper. No cuts no tape just ribbon and the roll of paper. So good.

[lovphobic]

bwgdkxjdkfnf why the fuck did my moms perfume come without a cap

[packagingnow]

We are living in an era of global boiling and to protect our environment from further depletion, we are opting for a sustainable approach towards life. This will not just benefit us but to our environment as well in so many ways. In this quest for leading a sustainable life, a revolutionary change is taking place in the packaging industry, which is an important sector in the era of internet and eCommerce business. Online shopping is gradually increasing day by day, thus, giving rise to the establishment of a lot of eCommerce businesses. The more eCommerce businesses flourish, the more packaging materials will be needed. Keeping in mind the well being of the environment, many packaging industries and eCommerce businesses are switching to sustainable packaging options. These packaging are not just strong and sustainable, but are also versatile, flexible and customisable. These packaging materials are not just protecting the items and the environment, but are also helping in boosting the brands of the business owners across the world. One such packaging which is on trend these days are newspaper offcuts.

[belteppismo]

Summary of my day: I got up and ready, studied, went out to catch the bus, found out at the bus stop that my first lesson had been cancelled, went back home, studied some more, had lunch while watching tennis, got ready to go out again, got toothpaste all over my shirt, had to change, ran to the bus stop

[gameofspice]

Elevate Your Dining: Discover the Divine Oven Baked Barramundi!

I’m thrilled to share an absolute gem of a recipe with you all today. It’s time to tantalize your taste buds and nourish your body with the most divine Oven Baked Barramundi! Trust me, this dish is a game-changer, and I can’t wait for you to try it. So, let’s roll up our sleeves, get our aprons on, and embark on a culinary adventure together! The Beauty of Seabass/Barramundi – A Nutritional…

[disgustingtwitches]

MDNI

141 as your drug dealer boyfriend

Ghost- Let's be real with ourselves, Ghost is not a good man. He doesn't care who he hurts, as long as he gets his. He will do anything to get what he wants and there is no stopping him. It's what made him a great soldier, and it's what makes him a great kingpin. He moves weight to put it lightly. There isn't a moment where an uncut key is unmoving; from a warehouse, to a plane (or car, or train), to a distributor, to a pusher, to up someone's nose. He'll try to do some damage control, make sure things aren't cut with fent, but that's only to make sure customers keep coming back. He likes to keep his hands clean, in the sense that he'll never be the one to pull the trigger on anyone that's out of line. Living up to his name, no one knows what he looks like. Hell, a lot of people don't even think he's real.

But when it comes to you, Simon's a different man. No talk about work, just you and him. Other than the multiple hidden guns around the house and Glock he sleeps with, life is normal with you. Holiday homes in the French countryside and Bahamas. Designer everything. Sports cars in all your favorite colors. You want for nothing. It's the life he wanted for you. After all those years of crying and hurt when he was away for weeks or months, you deserved the world. Want the new Hermès bag? You got it. Can't choose between the black or white louboutins? Get both. Stop eating you out because you can't feel your toes anymore? Sorry love, only thing he can't do for you.

Soap- Johnny is a small business owner. Weighs everything out by his own hand. Presses his own pills. Let's you help baggie everything up. A social butterfly, this man is at every concert, rave, or music festival. Sometimes he has a friend help push his stuff when he just wants to stay home with you, but for the most part he's his own salesman. And a damn good one. Never has overstock. No matter how much he brings with him, he'll always sellout.

Has a supernatural sense of being shorted. Can tell if a bag is even a few grams off just by holding it.

"Ye'r an idiot if ye think ye kin short me."

And when the other party denies, he always keeps a pocket scale on him, setting the parcel on it. And sure enough, he's always right.

He'll come home with a few grand, the only job you have is to sit there and look pretty. And roll his spliffs. Sitting in his lap, tucking the rolling paper into itself and licking it closed while he counts out a fat wad of cash. He hands you a fat stack,

"A've never bin good wi' money. Ye know how to spend it better than me."

He never touches the stuff he sells, no need to when all the dopamine he needs is right between your legs.

"Ten times better than any o tha' shite, anyways."

He pants in your ear while folding you in half, firm grip on your throat.

Gaz- When it comes to psychedelics, Kyle is your go-to man. He's a fucking genius, synthesizes his own DMT and LSD in a lab. It's a state of the art facility, clean with the latest and greatest equipment available. He supplies the whole Northeast. If it's a hallucinogen, it's most likely Gaz's product. And if it's good, it's definitely his. He has a cozy set up with some "organization" that he cooks for. Steers clear of actually selling to people, no need to when his clients line his pockets so well. Never brings work home, he even wears different clothes when he's in the lab.

He has a set schedule he has to adhere to but sometimes he's able to take vacations with you. And that's how you ended up bent over a balcony watching the sunset in Punta Cana,

"I work so hard to make you happy, now it's my turn yeah?"

A breeze sends a shiver up your spine while he kisses your shoulder,

"I know a private beach where you can even out those tan lines,"

Of course he doesn't give a shit about that, he just wants to fuck you silly on the seaside (and show off to anyone who might be watching.)

Price- Caring and nurturing, the man naturally has a green thumb. And alongside his prized heirloom tomatoes, he grows really, really good weed. Has a whole growroom in his basement, decked out with proper ventilation, ACs, UV lights, the works. The man grows medical grade weed that private clinics buy from him. He's legit. And of course he serves the public as well under the table, sells only to people he knows and established clients can refer others to him. He treats his plants like his babies, even going as far as to play music for them (according to him classical music helps them grow better???). You don't know where he finds the time, but he also made you rose garden for your anniversary. He brings up the idea of a family every so often. He'll finish as deep inside of you as possible,

"Let's replace that plant nursery for a real one, yeah love?"

Gonna write actual stories for each one if y'all like this ( . * 3 * . )/`

[jadenvargen]

queue for traditional commissions open!

Hello! I'm opening slots for traditional commissions for summer.

Examples:

Price is 300 USD flat rate no matter motif excluding shipping from sweden. (Usually worldwide shipping will be 11 USD including parcel.) 

Will be working in gouache on approx. 15 x 18 cm (6 x 7/8 inches) heavy paper. Can be requested bigger or in acrylic with price changes.

Please fill form: https://forms.gle/hhS5TBw6gzzp9oAJ7

[wnine]

if i can give you one single piece of advice is to always run your tracking number through a 3rd party tracking website if you’re having issue with an order

[murumokirby360]

Hello, February! Another month for another parcel to open! Not to mention, another product for UGREEN, of course! 📦😊🟢

"What's inside?" My paper dolls said. 🤔 Let's find out! 🙂✂️

Pls watch my video, and I'll see you next week for this month's review! 😉

If you haven't seen my previous review, then please [CLICK ME!].

Tagged: @bryan360, @lordromulus90, @carmenramcat, @leapant, @rafacaz4lisam2k4, @alexander1301, @paektu

[my-castles-crumbling]

tree - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 449

"Hi," James's gentle voice greeted Regulus, rousing him from his slumber, and he rolled over to find the other man sitting back onto the bed of the small cottage they'd rented for the next week.

Still sleepy and tangled in blankets, Regulus blinked up at his new husband and gave him a confused pout. "Why're you up? Come back to bed, then."

"I couldn't wait to give you your surprise," James explained, holding out a flat, rectangular parcel.

Intrigued enough to not be angry at being awoken, Regulus sat up. "I thought we'd already done gifts before the wedding?" he asked, leaning back against the pillows and allowing James to put and arm around him.

It was true. Yesterday morning, before their wedding, they'd exchanged gifts by way of Sirius, so they didn't see each other before the 'big day.' James, it seemed, was not done with surprises, though.

"This is just little," the taller man murmured, placing a kiss on Regulus's curls.

Frowning and wondering if he should have gotten something more for the other man, Regulus began to rip at the paper, interested to find a frame. But it wasn't holding a picture. "It's...?"

"I don't know if you'll like it, or think it's stupid!" James said quickly, looking very nervous, now. "I just...I remembered how upset you were. When your Mother..."

It was a small, intricately-drawn image of a family tree. Starting a few generations back, it flowed through James's great-grandparents and grandparents, leading down to Euphemia and Fleamont, then to James Potter, who was connected to...

"I'm on here," Regulus murmured, fingers tracing over the words Regulus Arcturus Potter.

"Yes," James nodded, looking hesitant. "I...I know it's not the same. As the one your Mother took out off of. But I wanted you to know. You will always be a part of my family, Regulus. Our family."

Warmth flowing through his chest and making him want to sob, Regulus shakily handed the frame to James. "I need you to take this," he said softly.

"Oh...why? Is it that bad?" James asked, immediately taking the frame with a concerned expression. "Shit, I'm sorry, love, I just-"

"No," Regulus frowned and sighed, interrupting his fretting. His hands were shaking with emotion. "It's perfect. And I need you to put it over there, far away, because I'm about to snog you absolutely senseless and I don't want to break it." He began to move his hands to James's shoulders, grinning a watery grin as James broke into a smile.

"Oh! Alright! I can-" James began, turning to place the frame on the floor and facing Regulus again. "But you really-?"

He was interrupted by Regulus's lip on his.

[latin5mamii]

camera

warnings: fluff yet a bit smut

genre: Jude Bellingham x reader

summary: You two really needed a camera that holds all of your memories, even the intimate ones...

author's note: late night thoughts pt.2 😉

“For my favorite photographer,” Jude announced as he breezed into your bedroom, a large parcel cradled in his hands.

You looked up from where you were lounging on the bed, a book splayed open on your chest. The soft afternoon sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a dreamy halo over everything in the room. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you set the book aside and propped yourself up.

“What’s this?” you asked, curiosity dancing in your eyes.

Jude’s grin was both mischievous and affectionate as he settled on the bed beside you. His hand found its way to your thigh, sending a shiver up your spine. “Just open it. I’m sure you’ll love it.”

You could barely contain your excitement as you tore off the wrapping paper. There, nestled inside the box, was a beautifully crafted, leather-bound camera. Your breath caught in your throat, and you looked at Jude with wide, delighted eyes.

“Jude, it’s amazing!” you exclaimed, your heart fluttering with joy.

His smile deepened, and he leaned in, his eyes locked onto yours. “I thought of you as soon as I saw it.”

Moved by his thoughtfulness, you leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to his lips, your heart swelling with affection. “We have to try it out right now,” you said, pulling back with a playful sparkle in your eyes.

With a laugh, you both began to experiment with funny poses. The room soon filled with peals of laughter as you struck goofy poses and made exaggerated faces. Jude mimicked you with his own brand of silliness, and the camera clicked away, capturing every joyous moment.

But as the minutes passed, the atmosphere in the room shifted. The playful energy began to morph into something deeper, more intense. The smiles lingered a bit longer, the touches became more charged with a burgeoning desire.

Jude’s fingers brushed against your arm, the touch electrifying and intimate. He leaned closer, his voice a low, velvety murmur that sent a thrill through you. “I think it’s time we tried something a little different,” he said, his gaze filled with a promise of unspoken things.

A shiver of anticipation raced down your spine. You nodded, your eyes meeting his with an unspoken agreement. “I’m all for it.”

Jude’s arms slipped around your waist, pulling you close. His breath was warm and tantalizing against the back of your neck, and his fingers traced the curve of your shoulder before sliding slowly down your arm. The touch was feather-light, sending a cascade of tingles through your skin.

With a playful tilt of your head, you looked at him, your lips curling into a teasing smile. “Let’s make this special.”

He cupped your face in his hands, his gaze unwavering as he locked eyes with you. The camera clicked, capturing the tender moment before his lips descended onto yours. The kiss was deep and passionate, a merging of warmth and urgency that made your heart race and your breath catch.

The camera continued to click, each photo freezing the fervent intimacy between you. His hands roamed over your body with a mix of tenderness and fervor, and the kisses grew more intense, more desperate. The camera captured every moment: his fingers tangled in your hair, your bodies pressed close, the way his lips moved against yours with increasing intensity.

In one photograph, Jude’s hands were wrapped around your waist, his lips barely brushing yours as he gazed at you with an expression of pure devotion. In another, he lifted you effortlessly into his arms, his eyes shining with adoration as he held you close.

You ran your fingers through his hair, pulling him even closer, deepening the kiss. His hands traveled up your back, guiding you gently to lie down on the bed. The camera flashed again, preserving the tender moment as you both lay side by side, your faces flushed with passion and joy.

Jude’s voice was a soft whisper as he cupped your face,

“These photos are going to be my favorite memories,” he said, his voice thick and low.

You smiled, your heart overflowing with love as you kissed him deeply, you murmured against his lips,

 “Mine too”