#Parcel delivery costs

[stuartm1962]

Parcel cost comparison

In the modern day world of global markets many businesses require an efficient, prompt, and reliable courier service to deliver documents and parcels to global destinations the next day after despatch. If your company has recently begun operating within the export of goods to global customers or will have/has a need to send documents or parcels worldwide for next day delivery or if you are an established in a global marketplace but your current courier service is letting your down then there is only one company to contact and that is Overland Express. Overland Express offer global next day delivery of documents and parcels through their trusted partner network which includes household names such as DHL, FedEx,and UPS and they guarantee to provide the very best customer service, a reliable on-time efficient delivery service at very competitive prices. The team at Overland Express are dedicated to working with you by understanding your business and your requirements from a courier service to enable them to provide the very best customer service and recommend the best method of delivery for your parcel, documents etc. For more information on sending parcels or documents, visit Overland Express at https://www.overlandexpress.co.uk/compare-parcel-prices

[gayspock]

im going 2 have wasted all my money again arent i -_

[xenmagmarketing]

The Role of a Transport Company in India’s Thriving Logistics Sector

The logistics and transport sector in India is a cornerstone of the nation's economy. With the rising demand for efficient supply chain solutions, the importance of a reliable transport company in India has never been more significant. At JDAC Logistics, we understand the challenges and opportunities within this dynamic industry, and we strive to be at the forefront of innovation and excellence.

The Growing Importance of Transport Companies in India

India’s economy is fueled by a vibrant mix of agriculture, manufacturing, and services. For this ecosystem to function seamlessly, the movement of goods across vast geographical terrains is critical. Transport companies act as the backbone, ensuring timely and safe delivery of goods, whether it's raw materials, finished products, or everyday consumer goods.

India’s diverse landscape — from bustling metropolises to remote villages — demands a well-coordinated logistics system. Transport companies bridge the gap between businesses and consumers, creating an interconnected network that drives growth and development.

Challenges Faced by Transport Companies in India

The role of a transport company in India is multifaceted, but it comes with its share of challenges:

Infrastructure Issues While India has made significant strides in developing its roadways, railways, and ports, gaps remain. Poor road conditions, traffic congestion, and outdated rail infrastructure often lead to delays in delivery.

Regulatory Hurdles Varying state-level regulations and taxes can complicate the logistics process. Although the introduction of GST has streamlined many operations, some regulatory challenges persist.

Technological Integration The logistics sector is undergoing a digital transformation. Many transport companies in India are still adapting to advanced tracking, data analytics, and automation tools to enhance efficiency.

Rising Fuel Costs Fluctuating fuel prices are a constant challenge for the transport industry, impacting operational costs and profitability.

Why Choose JDAC Logistics?

As a leading transport company in India, JDAC Logistics has risen above these challenges by embracing innovation, technology, and customer-centric solutions. Here’s what sets us apart:

1. Comprehensive Services

JDAC Logistics offers end-to-end transport solutions tailored to meet diverse business needs. Whether it’s small-scale deliveries or large-scale industrial logistics, we have the expertise and resources to handle it all.

2. Cutting-Edge Technology

We leverage the latest technology for real-time tracking, route optimization, and efficient load management. This ensures transparency and reliability in every delivery.

3. Nationwide Coverage

Our extensive network spans across India, ensuring seamless connectivity to urban centers, rural areas, and everything in between.

4. Sustainability Focus

At JDAC Logistics, we are committed to environmentally responsible practices. From fuel-efficient vehicles to optimized delivery routes, we aim to reduce our carbon footprint.

5. Customer-Centric Approach

Our clients are at the heart of everything we do. With 24/7 support and tailored logistics plans, we ensure a hassle-free experience for our customers.

The Impact of Reliable Transport Companies on Businesses

A dependable transport company in India can significantly enhance a business’s operational efficiency and customer satisfaction. Here’s how:

Timely Deliveries: Prompt deliveries foster trust and loyalty among customers.

Cost Optimization: Efficient logistics reduce transportation costs, increasing profitability.

Market Expansion: A strong logistics partner enables businesses to expand their reach to new markets, including remote and underserved regions.

Inventory Management: Smooth transportation ensures better inventory turnover and reduces warehousing costs.

Emerging Trends in the Indian Transport Sector

The transport industry in India is evolving rapidly, driven by technological advancements and changing consumer expectations. Some key trends include:

1. Digital Transformation

Transport companies are integrating advanced software solutions for better fleet management, route planning, and real-time updates. AI and machine learning are playing a significant role in predictive analytics and demand forecasting.

2. E-Commerce Boom

With the rise of online shopping, the demand for last-mile delivery services has skyrocketed. Transport companies are adapting to meet the fast-paced needs of e-commerce players.

3. Electric Vehicles (EVs)

The shift towards sustainable transport is encouraging many companies to adopt EVs in their fleet. This not only reduces environmental impact but also lowers fuel costs in the long run.

4. Multi-Modal Transportation

Using a combination of road, rail, air, and sea transport is becoming increasingly popular. This approach improves efficiency and reduces delivery times.

Choosing the Right Transport Company in India

When selecting a transport company for your business, it’s essential to consider the following factors:

Experience and Reputation Opt for a company with a proven track record of reliability and excellence, like JDAC Logistics.

Service Portfolio Ensure the company offers a range of services that align with your business requirements.

Technological Capabilities Advanced tracking and reporting systems are a must for efficient logistics.

Customer Support A responsive and proactive customer service team is invaluable during unforeseen circumstances.

Sustainability Practices Partner with companies that prioritize environmentally friendly operations.

Conclusion

A robust logistics network is vital for India’s economic growth, and transport companies are the driving force behind it. JDAC Logistics is proud to be a part of this transformative journey, delivering excellence with every shipment.

If you’re looking for a trusted transport company in India, look no further than JDAC Logistics. With our commitment to quality, technology, and customer satisfaction, we ensure that your goods reach their destination efficiently and safely.

Visit JDAC Logistics to learn more about our services and how we can support your business. Let us help you navigate the complex world of logistics with ease and confidence!

[worldpostday]

The true cost of the last mile.

Tally up the number of things you bought online in the last week? Pre-lockdown it might have been a few online deliveries, the odd supermarket shop and maybe a cheeky takeaway on a Saturday night.

learn more about the The true cost of the last mile.

[fineexcouriers]

Sending Parcels from Canada to India: Costs, Tips, and Services

Discover the essential information you need to know about international shipping and courier parcel delivery services when sending parcels from Canada to India. Learn about the factors that influence shipping costs, compare different shipping carriers, and find tips to ensure a smooth and efficient shipping process while navigating customs regulations.

[ship2anywhereuk]

Shipping Services From The UK To Australia In 2023

Ship2Anywhere UK tells you how much it will cost to Express delivery UK to Australia. This makes it perfect for times when you need information quickly. We take care of everything on the shipper's end, so all you have to do is schedule your service and have your pallet ready in the right way. We have already negotiated the prices of hundreds of shipping services with the most reputable companies, such as LTL, FTL, and large shipments. Because of this, we can offer you the best service for sending whatever you need to send, wherever it needs to go in the world, at the lowest possible price. With our tracking tool and dashboard, you can keep an eye on everything by pushing a button. Please don't be afraid to contact us if there is anything else you need to know about your shipment.

Ship2Anywhere UK makes getting your parcel to Australia from the UK easier, which is helpful if you need to learn how. You can send your suitcase anywhere in the world if you want to. But there are some rules for countries that aren't part of the E.U. If you live in one of these countries, we strongly suggest you ship your things in a cardboard box so that the logistics company doesn't refuse to take them. When you use the right materials to pack your items, not only do they get more protection during the trip, but your luggage is also more likely to arrive in good shape.

Ship2Anywhere UK makes it easy and quick to use logistics services to send shipping to Australia from UK. Our streamlined logistics dashboard, which is used by many businesses worldwide, gives you immediate pricing for logistics services, lets you book with the click of a button, and lets you keep track of all your processes in one place. The best thing about this service is that it won't cost you any extra money. We take the guesswork out of setting up shipping services from the UK. to Australia by matching you with the best provider for your needs and ensuring you get the best price possible. We connect you with the best service provider for your needs.

[gilverrwrites]

Meet Cute Uglies [Bruce]

AN: Shout out to @luckyarchaeologist whose comments inspired me to go a completely different direction to what I had envisioned.🩷 And everyone else who reblogged/comments/voted for a part 2! I hope it lives up 🩷

GN!Reader/Bruce Wayne, 1.6K Words [2/?]

Part One >[Here]<

CWs: Mild/nonexplicit threats of violence, teasing

His hands are soft, and warm, soothing the tension from your body as he uses them to cup your face and hold you steady as he pushes closer, pressing your body deeper into the wall with his broad chest. Up close you can see a smattering of his five o’clock stubble coming through, even under the dim slivers of moonlight breaking through the gloomy alley. You note a hint of coffee on his breath before his lips brush against-

Loud banging at your apartment door startles you awake. Tired eyes sluggishly take in the time on the nearest clock, you’re barely able to process the numbers before the knocks come again. It’s too early. It’s your day of for goodness’ sake and it sounds like someone is trying to break down your door with their fists. When you answer it’s an equally disgruntled delivery driver. They ask your name before bombarding you with a large box and snapping a proof of delivery photo. You ponder your unkempt morning appearance and pray the sender of this parcel doesn’t ever check that photo.

It was almost certainly not from you because you hadn’t ordered anything, especially not anything this big. You don’t recognise the logo, but it, the matte black tape, and the distinct florally smell permeating from the smooth white container tells you that whatever is inside is expensive. That or it’s a trap, designed to lure you in with its unsuspecting exterior, then BAM Ivy toxin or Joker gas. You’re not dumb, you’ve seen the PSAs.

30 minutes, one morning brew, one disposable mask, one sharp knife, 2 gloves, and a whole lot of nerve later you gently remove the contents from its packaging. It’s wrapped in a layer of security card and glittery tissue paper but it’s pretty evident what it is. It’s a very nice bouquet of flowers. A mix of carnations, hyacinths, and baby’s-breath, already sitting in a pretty crystal vase that probably cost more than your rent.  A gold envelope stands out amongst the colourful petals, and you fork it out to read despite being certain you already know who it's from. Nobody else in your life would spend this much money on flowers for you, even if it were a special occasion. The repercussions of telling your name to a stranger, even a famous stranger, who you’d known of all your life, but never known hadn’t occurred to you until you see it printed in foil against the high-quality textured card.

“As you understandably didn’t allow me the chance to apologise last night, please accept these as a token of my penitence. Regards, B.W.”

You’re not sure which irks you most, him cornering you in a dark alley in the first place, his seeking you out to apologise in an unsettlingly short amount of time, the absurd display of wealth, his pretentiously unironic use of the word ‘Penitence’, or the fact that you kinda liked it. The fact that you’d spend the night dreaming about slivers of moonlight and soft hands that didn’t exist. In actual fact, the remainder of the scene had been clumsy and anticlimactic.

“Who are you?” He demands. “And why are you following me?” You squint to read his expressions, barely able to make him out under the faint light of apartment windows high above your figures. There's a disconnect between the upper and lower halves of his face that adds to your already heightened nerves. His jaw and lips remain in an ever-present scowl, but steely blue eyes seem to soften as you tell him your name. “I'm not following you.” Your voice is stunted, weak due to the unrelenting pressure actual billionaire Bruce Wayne is applying to it. “I swear! It’s a coincidence.” He seems to believe you, or at least, he doesn’t consider you much of a threat because his grip loosens enough for you to find your footing again. Before he can change his mind, you scramble out of there, almost tripping on your accidentally discarded bag on the way. Whatever is up with him is not your problem. “I-“ “Save it.” Creep. You’re not interested in his apologies or excuses. You’re just an average person trying to make their way in the crime capital of the world, probably. It’s a miracle he didn’t put you in an early grave due to a heart attack. You could see the headlines now: ‘Playboy Billionaire Charged with Manslaughter: Officials unsure why he corned innocent Gothamite’ which is to presume a man with as much wealth as Bruce Wayne would ever be charged with a crime. Rich, ill-mannered, paranoid, handsome, creep. “Just stay away from me.”

As you stand motionless, relaying the events of the previous night in your head, it occurs to you that there's still something in the envelope, something slightly smaller and thicker than the apology card. You slip it out and flip it between your fingers, a gift card to the coffee shop you’d first seen him in, with a pre-paid value high enough to keep you and all your colleagues caffeinated for the rest of the year, if not longer.

The remainder of your day is spent relocating the two gifts between errands and relaxation time. The gift card is inserted and removed from the card section of your wallet so many times you’ve probably incidentally rubbed off its magnetic strip. Accepting it, and using it wasn’t bad, not really. He wasn’t buying you or your forgiveness it's just a show good intent, not to mention it was basically pocket change to a man with that much money.

But it did feel a little bit like being bought.

And the flowers reminded you of that conflict every time you looked at them, so they made their way onto every feasible surface and counter until you found a spot with enough light to keep them alive that wasn’t in plain sight 90% of the time. Maybe you could sell or donate the vase once the flowers are dead. It really did make the rest of your living space look shabby-er in comparison.  Or maybe you could paint it to match the rest of its new home, cover it in acrylic paint and use it to hold anything else. If you ever see Bruce again you could show him a photo, see if he really did give it in good faith to be used however you pleased, or if it makes him uncomfortable.

In fact, on your next day back at work you’re scrolling through Pinterest for design inspiration as you queue up for the first of many Wayne-funded drinks when you sense it. Him. The enticing scent of his cologne clueing you into his presence. You cast a look over your shoulder and there he is, smiling at you with perfect white teeth. He seems more casual today, his hair still perfectly styled but appearing free of any products, his suit traded in for just the slacks and button-up. Once again, you’re reminded of his player image, it’s not hard to tell why so many people swoon all over him.

“Oh, hello.” He greets, raising his hand as though to wave at you. His fingers don’t look nearly as soft as you’d imagined. They look sturdy and calloused, strange for a man who guzzles champagne and stands behind a podium, smiling for photographers more days than not. Paperwork does not account for skin that thick. “I was hoping to run into you here.”

“Really?” Internally you’re suspicious, but your voice comes out an octave higher than usual, your skin growing warm under his gaze. It’s stupid to think that he’s pursuing you, flirting with you. He’s probably just looking for closure on his apology, ensuring you don’t slander his image by selling the story to the papers. He really is buying you. Your silence. “Why?”

“I was hoping I could buy you a drink.” And without your confirmation he sides steps around you, joining you in your spot amongst everybody else waiting to be served.

“You’re already buying me coffee.” You flash him the gift card he’d paid for. “Or did you forget casually dropping this much cash?”

He laughs at that, like you’ve made a joke. He’s deflecting? Maybe. But he sounds so genuine, so hearty it’s contagious. Your laugh isn’t as cheery as his, but it slips past your lips regardless.

“No, no. I didn’t forget. I couldn’t forget anything about you. Especially not after seeing you in that delivery photo.” He finishes with a wink. That was flirting, definitely flirting. Or maybe an insult. Either way, you’re feeling just as nervous, if not more than you had been that night in the alley. This is just a different kind of nerves, it’s the butterflies in your belly instead of the pit in your stomach kind. “What’s one more between new friends, huh?”

“Friends?” You raise your brows. He does not have the decency to look sheepish under your dubious stare, he just looks back at you calm and collected, just like he is on the TV. A few days ago, you might have bought it, but you’ve seen him lose his cool in person. Something feels off.

“I’d like to be friends, or I’d at least like to apologise in person. If you’ll let me.” For a man so bent on making amends with you, there isn’t a hint of sorrow in his tone or posture.

It’s almost your turn at the counter, you have seconds to make your decision.

The barista gestures for the next customer, as you answer. “Okay fine, let’s be friends.”

“Excellent. You just made my day.” And then his hand cups the small of your back as the two of you step up to order. He does it so casually that you almost don’t notice, you’re not sure if you’re just susceptible to his moves, or if he’s practised them to perfection. Maybe you’re reading too much into it, maybe all pretty boy billionaires act like this, maybe it’s all strategy to keep his image clean, or maybe there’s something shady about Bruce Wayne and his weirdly hard, slick hands. Maybe he's hiding something, and whatever it is, you intend to figure it out.

If you should enjoy the view along the way, well, who could blame you?

[chismeando-con-el-barrio]

Cómo se conocieron Frank y Eddie? 😭💖

🚛 [contexto] 📻;; Frank siempre ha usado paquetería particular, siempre, y dada la mala fama de los servicios públicos de mensajería se negaba a usar dichos servicios para sus materiales, y más con un desfile de moda en Milán al cual había sido invitado y para el cuál quería hacer unos diseños exclusivos con telas especiales. En las prisas de alistarse para todo lo que tenía que hacer, Frank le pidió a Wally que alistara el envío, confiando que QUIZÁS su amigo pagaría una mensajería particular, pero la neta es que puro pedo, a Wally le valió tres palos y lo mandó por Correos de México, en donde Eddie trabaja! :D

Cuando Eddie llego a la zona, en alguna parte de Polanco— pues todo está bien lindo, bien bonito, bien pipirisnaiz y pues toca la puerta y TRAS, que sale el aclamado Hugo Lombardi hecho muppet, perfumadito y luciendo una cosa pero boniiita! Y Eddie, para qué mentir? Quedó flechado a primera vista! :D

📂 Eng. Version. 🌐

🚛 [context] 📻;; Frank has always used private parcel delivery, always, and given the bad reputation of public courier services, he refused to use said services for his materials, especially with a fashion show in Milan to which he had been invited and for which he wanted to do some exclusive designs with special fabrics. In the rush to get ready for everything he had to do, Frank asked Wally to get the shipment ready, trusting that MAYBE his friend would pay for a private courier, but the bottom line is that it cost Wally three bucks and he sent it. by Correos de México, where Eddie works! :D

When Eddie arrived to the area, somewhere in Polanco— well, everything is very neat, very nice, very cute and when he knocks on the door, SHOOKA, the acclaimed Hugo Lombardi (please, look up this character, I love his sassyness) comes out, turned into a muppet, perfumed and looking pretty! And Eddie, why would we lie? He was fascinated at first sight! :D

[yaekiss]

#MailroomOpen! hi hi my darling qi this is the promised letter to my Special Little Guy!! letter delivery for yandere tartaglia with a nsfw reply back and also a meme reference for number 25 if it's alright? pet names are a-ok, encouraged even. ok here goes, thank you so much for doing this!!! i am cringe but i am free ♡

(The letter that arrives is black with gold borders and purple ink, with a purple lipstick kiss mark on the back of it. There are doodles of stars, moons, skulls, and hearts in the margins. The penmanship is neat and playful, every i and j dotted with either stars or hearts, depending on the subject matter. A small box of the same color as the letter comes with it, inside is an ocean-blue collar with a tag that says "My Ajax". It looks expensive.)

My lovely Ajax,

It's only been a few weeks since you left, but in my opinion, any time away from you is too long. I miss your presence, your conversation, your cooking, and some more...intimate things. I'm sure you feel the same. I really wish you didn't have to leave so often, sometimes I think you might care for your Tsaritsa more than me~ Hehe, I'm only joking, of course. I know you're very loyal, and love me very much... (There's a furious scribble over the next words, but you can just barely make out that it says "maybe more than you should") Anyway, moving on, this letter should arrive with a collar. I picked them out special just for you; blue like your eyes! There's a matching leash, but I kept it with me so we can use it when you get back, hehe ♡. Make sure to show me how pretty you look with it on, okay puppy~? ...And come back safe. I'll be patiently awaiting your return, hopefully soon.

~Your darling

꩜ Letter Content: Dom! GN! Reader x Yan! Sub! Tartaglia, no gendered terms for reader, Tartaglia calls you "dearest exalted", mentions of blood, unhealthy and obsessive relationship from Tartaglia, worshipping (reader receiving), collar and leash (used on Tartaglia), masochistic Tartaglia, mentions of mirror sex, Tartaglia calls himself puppy once, lmk if I missed out anything ! ꩜ Delivery Notes: Weird, as soon as he handed his parcel to me, he started booking it to your address, like damn it's not a race?! ꩜ Wanna write a love letter yourself? Check out it out here!

A medium-sized parcel finds its way into your possession, placed in front of your doorstep. The box is made of smooth varnished timber and the intricate details are inlaid with gems and shards that match the stunning shade of your eyes. Judging by all the elaborate carvings and the overall quality of the trunk, it must have cost him a pretty penny, especially if it was commissioned just for you. 

Flipping the lid of the box open at its hinge, your eyes are greeted by the sight of the sheer amount of items he sent to you. Ajax is nothing but a generous lover and it's definitely evident with all the gifts he prepared for you this time. Starting out, there are a few neatly packed food containers imbued with a charm that helped to preserve their contents perfectly over the lengthy delivery trip. Each one is labelled with the name of the dish it holds and after looking through the various containers, you realise they’re all your favourite dishes, lovingly made from scratch by Ajax.

To a side, there’s a hefty drawstring pouch. Tugging the bag open, a large pile of mora shimmers back at you. You should’ve known he would spoil you like this even if he were away. Tucked underneath the bag of mora, is his letter.

The envelope is a version of the one typically used for fatui matters, except this one is a lot gaudier than usual. …It’s the kind used for letters addressed exclusively to Her Royal Highness, the Tsaritsa. Just the look of it is expensive: A frosted gold border lines the front of the envelope and his wax stamp seals the letter shut at the back, away from prying eyes. Surely using an envelope reserved for the Tsaritsa for you is more than a bit… blasphemous. Nonetheless, you try not to think too much about it and gingerly open the letter up to read his reply.

His handwriting is scrawling and slightly messy as always but you know that it’s just from the eagerness that he seems to constantly have while around you, like some sort of oversized puppy. Present is a tangible tenderness in all his words and you can just about picture the silly little smile he had on his face while he wrote this letter to you. Additionally, there are hearts blotchily drawn in a rusty red around in the margins to match your love letter sent to him. His response reads:

“To my highest divinity, my owner,

It’s so so so good to hear from you, dearest exalted! Ah, I can’t believe you’d miss me, I’m swooning, at least now I know I’m not the only one left longing. I saw you mention that you missed my cooking so to remedy that, I prepared some of your favourite dishes, I didn’t quite know which one would be the best to send to you, so I just sent all of them, haha. Please let me know if they’re to your liking, dearest exalted. Regarding missing my presence… there’s only 1 solution for that which you’ll see soon enough!

I saw your scribbled-out words. ‘Maybe more than you should.’ My reverence for you must not be enough, and that’s why you still doubt me, doubt my love for you, right, dearest exalted? Although the Tsaritsa may be important to me, however, even the loyalty I have for her cannot hold a candle to the utmost adoration that I have for you. Far, far, far from it. What you see right now is but a mere glimpse of my endless devotion and love for you, dearest exalted. There is so much more that I would do for you. Just say the word, that’s all you’ll ever need to do, and I’ll carry out any of your orders till the end of my days. Even in death, I’d still be yours to command. Beyond the grave, that’s how much you deserved to be loved, dearest exalted. (His paragraph drips with festering lovesickness in the way the ink looks to be redder than the one in his inkwell.)

Ahem, moving on! Thank you for the collar, it sits wonderfully around my neck and fits like a glove. Really brings out my eyes too, was that intentional? And the tag… oh, the tag. I must confess, I’ve imagined what it would be like, to have you attach the leash to it and tug me in front of the mirror, making me watch through the reflection as you have your way with me. I would let out all the sounds you said you liked hearing from me, my moans or whines or screams, I’d give you anything you want. You could be as rough as you’d like to too, pulling harshly on the leash as you take your frustrations out on me, you know I love whatever you grace me with, dearest exalted.

I’ll end my letter here, my remaining words can be relayed when I’m back soonest, I promise! Remember to tell me if anyone has wronged you, I’ll gladly rid you of them, dearest exalted. Can’t wait to be under you again! 

Your most devoted puppy,

- Your Ajax -”

That’s certainly… a reply worthy of your contemplation, to say the least. Inserting his reply back into the envelope, you wonder what else he could’ve left unsaid in a letter that’s already chock full of the rawest form of veneration towards you. Sitting in pensive silence, your mind reels. Fortunately for you (or perhaps it’s the contrary), your answer arrives frighteningly fast, disrupting the stillness. 

There’s a knock at your door, a familiar keening whine bleeding through the wood.

Thanks for reading! Consider supporting me on kofi if you enjoyed this or check out my other works hehe ♡

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for (kind of) porch pirating?

I live in an apartment complex with shared outdoor hallways, and about a month ago a huge box containing an entertainment center was dropped off beside my door. It didn’t appear to belong to me, so I left it there assuming whoever would come get it later. Two weeks passed and it was still there. The leasing office started sending out emails to the community saying we’re not allowed to use the hallways for personal storage, and obstructive items will be picked up by management and discarded if left out for an extended period of time. So, I decided to check the box for any kind of identifying label. I couldn’t find any… so, figuring that management would probably throw it out, I took the entertainment center inside and unpacked it, figuring it was probably abandoned by this point. After doing so, I found a tiny shipping label addressed to an upstairs neighbor. I’d already opened it, so I figured the safest option was to get rid of the box + label and just keep the thing, hoping my neighbor reported their package as misdelivered and got a refund/replacement. I looked the item up and found it costs about $400 so it’s not cheap.

For context, I frequently get my neighbors’ Amazon packages mistakenly delivered to my door and always redeliver them to whichever unit is on the label. No one has bothered to do the same for me when my parcels go missing, and people do sometimes outright steal my stuff—I know this because the delivery email shows a picture of the package at my door, then it’s gone when I go to retrieve it. If I’d found the shipping label before taking the entertainment center, I’d have left a note at my neighbor’s door informing them where the item was delivered. As it is, I kept it and have no intention of giving it back. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[stuartm1962]

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[wisesnail]

Hello friends!

It's time: my Hannibal, Sandman, Lucifer, The Untamed and Good Omens 2024 calendars are here!

All details below 💙

1) The calendars are A4 size and cost £25 + shipping (more on it in a sec)

2) You can order one or more by sending an email to wisesnail dot art at gmail dot com (until the 15 November).

3) In your email, please provide your full name and address, and your PayPal email address. Please state clearly which calendar you'd like to order.

4) All payments must be done via PayPal, by 15 November (so that I have time to coordinate the shipping). I will send a PayPal invoice to the email address provided in your order.

5) Please note that I ship from the UK and there might be extra charges if you live in Europe, compared to how things worked in the past.

6) I will ship the calendars using Royal Mail, with the trackable option. According to their website, the difference in costs between tracked and untracked shipping is not much, and I don't think it's worth to risk it for such a small amount. Sorry if this causes any problems.

Please note that I ship worldwide :)

Below some examples of the prices - feel free to email me for more info if your destination isn't among the below <:

Shipping to the UK (signed for) £3.75

Shipping to the UK (Special Delivery): £7.65

Shipping to Europe £9.55

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Prompt #16: Third-rate

Bloody, dirty, and sore, Locke marched across the room and dropped the pouch full of Gelmorran flowers on the counter. Even cut from their roots and taken from their garden, their blue petals pulsed, flashes of scarlet light leaking from the pouch’s opening. “Rough go of things?” Odranne asked, though her face only briefly showed concern. It soon dissipated, replaced by a smile as her eyes fell upon the pouch. “Not so rough you didn’t return with the flowers, it seems. Well done.” “Only just.” Locke dropped into a chair and groaned softly. It was immediate relief for his feet, even if it did nothing for the rest of him. “Don’t think you should send anyone back there though. Whatever you’re doing, make it work just with what I brought back. Dangerous down there.” “What did you find?” She looked back up from the petals, seemingly curious. “An annoying but chivalrous ghost.”

Odranne lifted her eyebrows. “Oh?” “They kept mentioning ‘Her Highness.’ We robbed a dead princess, I think.”

“Long-dead,” Odranne said. “Centuries ago, back when Gelmorra had monarchs and nobles and, well, people. But her garden endures, fortunately.”

“In large part because of her knight, I think. They were more than happy to kill to protect it.” Locke ran his hand through his hair, brushing bangs stiff with sweat and dirt back from his face before rubbing his eye. The headache still throbbed behind it. Experience told him it was there to stay, at least until he got some food in his belly and a good night’s sleep.

“You dispatched this annoying but chivalrous ghost then?” Odranne asked.

“Nah. Not really suited to killing ghosts. Blades and bullets don’t work so good. Fought them to a draw instead.”

A draw was a generous interpretation of their duel, considering the knight had made him look like a third-rate swordsman, but they weren't present to argue that fact. Locke wondered if they had managed to save the garden, but only for a moment, then he shoved that worry to the back of his mind. It wasn’t his problem.

Odranne nodded wordlessly. Was that disappointment there, in the gentle downward turn of her mouth? Or a trick of the light? It was gone when she looked at Locke again.

“Oh, well. You brought back more than enough flowers. With a little luck, this will be all I’ll need. We can call this a success.” Odranne rose from her seat and retrieved a package wrapped in brown paper and a coin purse the size of Locke’s fists held together.

“This,” she said, holding up the parcel before handing it over, “is our friend’s medicine. Do be careful with it.”

Locke wrapped the package up in his cloak and set it at the top of his bag. Barring another woodland incident, it seemed safe enough.

“And this is your pay.” She set the purse on the table; its contents clicked and jingled pleasantly. “You seem accustomed to, ah, shall we say less than ideal conditions? I expect you’ll make it last.”

Locke tilted his head to one side, unsure of what to make of Odranne’s comment, but in the end he decided it didn’t matter. After a quick peek into the coin purse — it was, in fact, real gil — he stowed it away in his bag and stood up.

“Pleasure doing business,” Locke said, though he didn’t think he meant it.

“Likewise. Safe travels, delivery boy.”

Locke nodded and made his way across the workshop. Behind him, he heard the clink of glass bottles and the click of a pestle and mortar as Odranne assembled her equipment. He opened the door and stepped through, leaving her to her work.

He walked through Gridania, head down and eyes forward, avoiding crowds when possible and pushing his way through them when it wasn’t. He briefly entertained the thought of visiting the botanist’s guild and bartering for a bit of wood, but his tools were in the nook he’d found for himself up in Ishgard. Fixing his prosthetic meant heading north again or wasting money on a set of tools in Gridania. Anything of quality would cost him coin he wasn’t willing to spend.

It was Coerthas or rebuild his arm with shoddy equipment.

In the end, he chose neither.

Locke set off southward, back in the direction of the old hermit’s hut. Were he rested, fed, not suffering a clairvoyance-induced headache, still in possession of a functioning left arm, and in the mood to potentially be hunted by a wolf-like thing with too many mouths, he’d have chosen a shortcut through the deeper parts of the forest.

Instead, he did the sensible thing this time and stuck to the road.

Not a bell before nightfall, he found himself approaching a ramshackle little inn. Grimy lamps stood guard over a worn down sign just outside, the name illegible to literate travelers, the little picture above the name eroded by time and weather until it was illegible to Locke. He ventured inside, reserved a bed for a pittance, and purchased a meal of watery vegetable soup with a chunk of stale bread on the side.

By the time he’d dunked his head into a shallow basin, wolfed down his dinner, and passed several ticks listening to two old stablehands argue about chocobo racing, he should have been ready for bed. The previous night had been long, spent delving into Gelmorra’s halls and journeying back to Gridania, and everything ached. He needed, and wanted, rest.

But before he knew it, his feet were carrying him outside and off to the side of the inn. A gentle breeze ghosted across his skin, the light chill a relief against his newest wounds. It was a clear night, perfect for stargazing, though he hardly spared them a glance as he shed his outermost layers and drew his sword.

He had eyes only for the memory of the Gelmorran knight who’d bested him.

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Bonfire Night (Dad Van)

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November’s a way off but I still have a few Dad Van headcanons to post // What could possibly go wrong if Van and Larry are in charge of the fireworks at your family bonfire party?

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💥 It's a family tradition that you visit a local fireworks display every year on Bonfire Night, you've been doing it every year since Grace was born.

💥 This year however, Van decides that you should change things up. "Reckon we could put on just as a good a display at home. What d'ya reckon love?"

💥 "I don't know about that..." you scrunch up your face in disagreement. "Fireworks cost a fortune and at least it's safe for the kids going to a public one."

💥 "I can do safe!" He argues whilst you scoff and remind him why you've got a mini fire extinguisher under your kitchen sink. You purchased it after he'd nearly set your stove on fire the year before in an unfortunate egg frying incident.

💥 "Go on love, I'll make it really special... and extra-safe, I promise ya! It'll be bigger and better than that boring display we usually go to... and the neighbour's one too."

💥 That explains things.

💥 "Oh right, that's what it is then is it? You're in competition with next-door again are you?" You smirk at him teasingly whilst he hotly protests.

💥 "Nah it's not that I swear! But ya know, Craig was going on about buying this 40 shot exploding rocket thing online for a hundred quid. He says it's even better than the biggest ones at the display. Dead smug about it he was!"

💥 You roll your eyes but there's little point in trying to argue with Van. He's so stubborn when he gets an idea in his head it's pointless trying to talk him out of it.

💥 Your kids are beyond excited about the bonfire party, and Van's been hyping it up at every chance he gets. Larry's involved now too which raises concerns but you decide to give the lads the benefit of the doubt.

💥 "Daddy says we're going to have bigger rockets than NASA!" Grace squeals with excitement to anyone who'll listen. Before you know it all the mums on the school playground are sidling up to you, fishing for an invite. It's the talk of the town in no time.

💥 "Van... please tell me you're only buying fireworks that are suitable to use in a back garden," you worry as Van quickly snaps the laptop shut as you try to peer at the screen to see what he's purchasing.

💥 "Don't worry babe, it's all under control," he replies, but you don't miss the shifty glances him and Larry exchange.

💥 "I've got loads of experience Y/N," Larry pipes up. "Steve even put me in charge of health and safety on the last tour."

💥 This does absolutely nothing to quell your anxieties.

💥 "Daddy go BOOM!" Leo giggles, clapping his hands in delight as Van jumps up on the sofa, riling up the kids even further.

💥 "That's what I'm worried about," you groan, shaking your head in consternation.

💥 Over the next week you take delivery of several mysterious parcels which Van whisks away immediately before you have a chance to open them.

💥 For saying he hardly ever sets foot in the garden shed apart from to smoke a sneaky spliff away from the kids, him and Larry have practically set up residence in there. You've been banned from going in whilst they plot in private.

💥 Grace wants to make a guy to put on the bonfire out of Van's old clothes but he won't part with anything, even his old shirts with holes and rips in.

💥 "You're not burning my old stage gear Gracie, it's got sentimental value. Wore this shirt the first time we played Reading." He holds up what resembles a black rag.

💥 "But mummy says you need a wardrobe refresh!" Grace pouts, making a grab for the shirt which Van holds up out of reach.

💥 "Your mum doesn't know what's she's talking about, that's a bit of rock 'n' roll history there!" He counters, smirking at you.

💥 November 5th rolls around and the excitement in the McCann household is palpable. Despite your worries you can't deny how infectious it is and you get swept along with the preparations.

💥 You prepare a feast of hot dogs and burgers and jacket potatoes and there's marshmallows to toast on the bonfire. Everyone's in great spirits.

💥 You and the kids get wrapped up warm in your big winter coats, snuggly scarves and hats whilst the lads insist on braving the cold coat-less. It's a beautiful clear night and the stars are twinkling like diamonds and there's a cold nip in the air that paints little noses and cheeks pink.

💥 Van's eager to get stuck right into the main event and begin firing up the big rockets straight away but you pull rank and declare that you're starting off small, producing a pack of sparklers which you start handing around. "You can't have a bonfire party without sparklers!"

💥 "Sparklers?" Van huffs, turning up his nose, but you remind him that this is Leo's first bonfire night and he might get scared by the loud explosions that'll follow later on.

💥 "Think of everything don't I love?" He grins, placing a big set of ear defenders on your little boy.

💥 For saying Van was happy to dismiss the sparklers he certainly seems to be enjoying himself now, him and Larry spelling out swear words to each other with the fiery sticks in the darkness.

💥 "F for fish... U for umbrella... C for cat..." Grace calls out as she watches them, until you realise what she's spelling and you quickly distract her by stepping in front of the boys whilst drawing some pretty star shapes.

💥 "You're in the way mummy," Grace complains, trying to peer around you. "Daddy and Uncle Larry are helping me with my phonics!" You glare at the boys who are sniggering like naughty little children.

💥 As soon as the proper fireworks start being lit you attract the attention of your next door neighbour who seems to be matching Van and Larry's efforts by letting off progressively bigger and louder rockets as the night goes on.

💥 There's definitely some male posturing going on over the garden fence as the lads compete, bragging about how much they've spent on pyrotechnics and the decibels of the explosions.

💥 You can't deny they're impressive though. There's plenty of "oohhs" and "aahhs" as the night sky is filled with glittery showers of silver and gold and cascades of shimmering reds and greens.

💥 Leo's not phased at all by the deafening bangs and pops, screeching in delight as he points and claps. Grace is utterly mesmerised, speechless for once as she gazes upwards, mouth hanging open in awe.

💥 It's all going so well, a minor disaster quickly averted when the catherine wheel Van attached to the fence flies off on to the grass but Larry's there to quickly douse it with a bucket of water he has on standby.

💥 The lads seem to have it all in hand. Maybe you were too quick to judge. You feel a swell of pride and affection for your husband and a tiny smattering of guilt for ever doubting him.

💥 "It's been amazing," you tell him as you nuzzle up behind him, wrapping your hands around his waist. "The kids have had a great time and I have too. We should do this every year."

💥 He grabs hold of your hand, pulling you around so he can tuck you tight into his side, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. "Told ya I could pull it off didn't I? But it's not over yet... we're saving the best for last. Just you wait till ya see this last one!"

💥 "You mean there's more?" You gasp, wondering how they can top an already sensational display.

💥 His eyes are sparkling with excitement as he nods enthusiastically, then he's trudging towards the shed to emerge a few seconds later holding a huge box. You can just make out the word "ARMAGEDDON" splayed across the side in the torchlight.

💥 "Van honey, are you sure that one's safe?" You call, stooping to pick up Leo and grabbing Grace's hand, backing up towards the house, suddenly nervous.

💥 "It's all under control love!"

💥 Those are the last words you hear before an almighty thunderous cacophony fills the air and a dozen huge bursts of glittering trails shoot up from the ground like heat-seeking missiles.

💥 They don't all shoot upwards though. Several fly off at random angles, a fiery projectile heading straight for your neighbour's patio doors and another for your garden shed and you scream out in shock as it smashes clean through the window.

💥 "Fuckin' 'ell get the kids inside... QUICK!" Van cries, running down the garden at full pelt with Larry hot on his heels.

💥 All hell breaks loose as you all sprint up the garden amidst a shower of sparks and the loudest ear-splitting screeches that you've ever heard. It feels like your garden's under siege and you're fleeing a war zone.

💥 You watch on from the safety of your house as all the other fireworks Van and Larry have been stockpiling in the shed catch alight and start to explode all at once. Your poor garden shed doesn't stand a chance, flames quickly taking hold and licking up hungrily into the night.

💥 "Look what you've done!" You fume at Van who's staring down the garden slack-jawed, eyebrows singed off with a blackened face. Apologies tumble from him quickly whilst Larry stands frozen in shock.

💥 "I'm so sorry love, this wasn't supposed to happen. I'll buy ya a new shed I promise!"

💥 "The shed's replaceable but you and the kids aren't!" You admonish him, grabbing your phone to call 999. Van's offering to battle the blaze himself with your kitchen fire extinguisher but you refuse to let him go back out there.

💥 The excitement of having real-life fire-fighters at your home soon overshadows the panic and the kids are beside themselves watching them putting out the flames.

💥 "Mummy I want to be a fire-fighter when I grow up now, being a singer's boring!" Grace announces.

💥 Van and Larry get a strict telling off for their irresponsible use of fireworks in a family garden and you've never seen him so apologetic and subdued. Then one of the firefighters recognises him as he's a huge Catfish fan and the stern lecture turns into an impromptu photo-shoot with Van signing autographs for the whole squad.

💥 Grace gets a tour of the fire engine and Leo gets to sit in the driver's seat whilst he proudly wears a helmet. All of a sudden your husband's the hero of the hour despite the carnage he's caused and he's loving it.

💥 "I swear you'd fall into shit and still come up smelling of roses!" You laugh, finally seeing the funny side now you've calmed down and everyone's safe.

💥 "At least it'll be a night to remember!" Van chuckles, taking you into his arms. "And I promise I'll never do anything like that again. I love ya babe... you and the kids are my whole world."