#VAT Bill

[darrenwalleyconsultancy]

UK Streets are littered with Tax Bills

Photo by nattanan23 What do I mean by the “UK streets are littered with tax bills?” Last week we looked at the obvious taxes around income and the cost of living. This was written hoping that the people planning to come to the UK thinking going from zero to hero will be easy are made aware that it is so far from the truth. Here is something that I read on Facebook that, to be honest, sums up…

[nacksh0t]

tweaking.

AHH anyway Heinz dilemma bill x rewired au because chapter sixteen HELLO????

Anyway stupid snake guy + a funky lil doodle of ford🔥

(the Heinz dilemma by @electricalhuzzah )

:p

[gelarshiesprofruitboarder]

i have like one lemon demon song liked and at this point i probably gotta not have it be that anymore cause. Theyre. in it for like two seconds and any mention of them makes me ill

[arttsuka]

I want to get the book of bill now. Right now. Give it to me

[volfoss]

one of the really good parts about being a golden age comics nerd is like... you will start from the beginning with a super popular hero that is known for being really good and doesnt kill. and then in the golden age they are just killing 0 remorse

[tracknews1]

House of Representatives Passes Four Major Tax Reform Bills, Revises VAT Distribution

The House of Representatives has passed four significant tax reform bills aimed at overhauling Nigeria’s tax system. Among the key changes is a revision of the Value Added Tax (VAT) distribution formula, while the current VAT rate of 7.5% remains unchanged. The passage of these bills marks a crucial step in the federal government’s broader plan to modernize tax laws, improve revenue generation,…

[invoxa]

VAT Invoice: A Simple Guide That Saved My Business €10,000

A VAT invoice is more than just a receipt—it’s a legal document required for tax compliance and VAT recovery. This guide explains what a VAT invoice is, why it matters, and how using it correctly helped me save €10,000. Don’t risk fines or missed refunds! Learn the essentials and start issuing proper VAT invoices today to protect your business.

[gurutrends]

Tax reform bills: Stakeholders tackle govs over revised sharing formula on derivation, population, VAT

Tax reform bills: Stakeholders tackle govs over revised sharing formula on derivation, population, VAT MAJOR stakeholders, at the weekend, disagreed on the decision of the Nigerian Governors Forum (NGF) to tinker with the provisions on derivation and Valued Added Tax, in the tax reforms bill initiated by President Bola Tinubu that is currently before the National Assembly. While some stakeholders…

[morganablenewsmedia]

Tax Reform Bill: Northern Senators Seek Suspension

Tax Reform Bill: Northern senators seek suspension as it passed the second reading Various Senators from the Northern part of Nigeria have sought the suspension on the controversial Tax Reform Bills which has recently passed the second reading. The move was made on Monday amidst a meeting, highlighting possible adverse effects it might have on the North. It can be recalled that the members of the…

[acquisory]

E-Way Bill — A new Opportunity for Easy Transit

In the meeting of the GST Council it was decided and recommended that the e-way bill shall be introduced in a staggered manner from 1st January, 2018, and will be rolled out nationwide from 1st April, 2018.

E-way bill was also the part of VAT regime wherein it was created under the name of Delivery Note. This delivery note was carried along with the goods which provide the proof that goods being carried are already uploaded on the server of the department and hence no evasion of tax. The above system used to be manual system wherein the Delivery Notes were collected from the VAT department and later on its utilization statement is submitted.

Under GST, one system is being developed for the generation; cancellation etc. of E-way bill. If different states had separate systems for generation of E-way bill it would have resulted in difficulty to cross-verify of such E-way bill and also result in hindrance of movement of goods and free trade from one state to another.

“ E-Way Bill is an electronic way bill for movement of…

Read more: https://www.acquisory.com/ArticleDetails/65/E-Way-Bill-%E2%80%93-A-new-Opportunity-for-Easy-Transit

[fvckwithmefamo]

A Guide to Paying VAT to HMRC

Welcome to my guide on paying VAT to HMRC! In this article, I will provide you with all the necessary information and steps to ensure that you fulfil your VAT obligations correctly and on time. From understanding VAT registration and calculating VAT to making payments online through your HMRC online account, I’ve got you covered. Let’s make the process of paying VAT as simple and stress-free as…

[saeun]

⟡ 𓂃 SAME OLD HABITS . . . SAME OLD LOVE. ex!nanami kento ⊹ female reader.

exes? somewhat: your relationship with nanami now is... complicated. you aren’t together, but you’re somehow always with each other. your son is a factor, yes, but you also can’t refuse nanami. same goes for him.

( ﹫note 2 self : dont fuck ur ex who’s also ur baby daddy! )

+ love, ‘un: results may vary if u try this at home with ur ex ⸝ fngering and f!receiving oral: mature content, 18↑ only! ⸝ son’s here for a bit (he's 3)

Text me when you’re finished.

You sighed at the pop-up notification, contemplating whether to reply or let it collect dust.

Your relationship with Kento withered throughout the years. The differences between you two were akin to the final pieces of a jigsaw puzzle: in theory the pieces snug together perfectly, fitting into the curves of each other, yet in practice both pieces weren’t for each other; edges colliding instead of interlocking.

Kento pursued you — it was a known fact to anyone who’s made connections with him. He wasn’t embarrassed to deliver bouquets during your working hours, he never hesitated to make reservations for the table awarded with the best view, he was never ashamed to show his devotion towards you. Chivalry’s embedded into Kento. He’s the textbook definition of a gentleman, be it to strangers or friends. It’s one of his qualities that drew you into him.

Kento was yours, proudly, and you were his. The time spent with him left an imprint on you. He witnessed your highs and lows, he took everything from you and gave it back in abundance. A part of you believes that Kento tied his soul to yours, stealing a piece of your own when he left. It had to be — it’s the only plausible explanation.

It was a “mutual” breakup, both agreeing on co-parenting and scheduled visits. Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t colour Kento’s history with you black and build a new painting over it. There was a three-year-old boy tying you to him — not just in name, but in blood as well. He resembled his father in every way possible. He’s a respectful young lad, waving to passersby with a cheerful “hello!” wherever he goes. He was sociable — much more than Kento — it’s at least something he got from your side.

“Mommy, I want yogurt too.” Little Kento said, pointing at the iron man packaged yogurts in the chilled section.

“We’ll come back for it after mommy’s cleared her list, okay?” You reassure him, ruffling his hair.

You keep your eyes on the phone screen, extending a hand out to grab the closest bologna sausage. During the monthly restock you never leave your son home. Despite skyrocketing your bill with his unnecessary snacks, he helps keep your mind busy with constant chattering or ignoring his requests to be put down instead of sitting in the trolley.

Simply guiding a trolley through lanes and filling it with items costs you $500 — VAT excluded. Everytime you’re met with the consequences of not restocking until a month later you promise to never let it happen again. Deep down, you know it’s just a white lie to ease yourself.

Readjusting your handbag on your shoulder, you gather the handles of the plastic bags together, giving the lightest one to your son before you walk away from the cashier.

“Sweetie, come here,” you called out to him, halting your movements and placing all the bags down at your feet.

He listens without fail, copying what you did. However, standing still isn’t a child’s favourite thing. He fidgeted until he couldn’t — running in an oval shape around you to entertain himself while your fingers hovered over the screen, hesitating to press send.

Hey, we're finished. How long till you’re here?

Ten minutes. Wait at the front, I’ll be there soon.

Your eyebrows raised, you weren’t expecting Kento to reply within milliseconds. Shoving your phone into the back pocket, you bent down for the bags, lifting it up with an exhale. They’re heavy, but manageable.

“Let’s go, daddy’s coming.”

—

Kento’s used to picking you up after your errands. What he’s not used to is not being able to replace your name with a petname. It’s been 2 years yet his habit remains the same. You never corrected him, unsure of whether the action comforts you or not.

“Put him in the car seat, I’ll finish packing.” Kento says, swapping the bags from your hand to his. Due to the height of his vehicle, it’s a challenge for Little Kento to do it himself.

You obeyed, lifting the younger one into his carseat, securing the seatbelt before giving him a peck on both cheeks.

“Do you want anything before daddy closes the trunk?” You asked, tilting your head towards Kento’s position.

“No. I wanna watch Paw Patrol.” He indirectly demanded for your phone, even stretching his palm out for the device.

Sighing, you give in, switching YouTube to kids mode so he doesn’t accidentally stray far. Once Little Kento’s comfortable, you seat yourself in the front, immediately pulling the sun visor down from the windshield to do a quick check in the mirror attached.

Compared to when your son’s absent, the drive to yours isn’t silent. In terms of talking, no one’s talking but the radio and silence from you and Kento is overshadowed by a Paw Patrol marathon booming at max volume. It’s not awkward — you’ve spent years with Kento, but you also don’t feel like engaging in meaningless chitchats after a grocery run.

The only time you do talk with Kento is after you’ve settled in and packed the groceries where they belonged. Kento offered his assistance but you refused, urging him to check on Little Kento instead. Somewhere along the drive back he fell asleep, the Paw Patrol marathon being used as background noise to lull him to sleep.

“Finished already?” Kento questions, softly closing the door to the boy's room and planning his steps to stand beside you.

“Mhm,” you nod, stretching your arms upwards to relieve tension.

He remains silent, soaking in your physical appearance instead. Your eyebags are what his eyes remain on — the most obvious sign of exhaustion. You can’t lie your way out.

“You should get some rest.” He suggests.

“I don’t want to sleep yet.”

Kento deadpans. You’re denying the easiest way to get your energy back. Although you’ve both grown, you kept your old habits — something he’s secretly thankful for.

“Want me to help?” He offers his services, making eye contact with you.

Your mind runs into the past, remembering how Kento usually dealt with your stubbornness. You want to deny it, arguing that a shower would rejuvenate you, but an agreement already slipped past your lips without thought.

Kento’s quick on his feet, muttering a “jump,” so he can wrap your legs around his waist. Your hands clasped behind his neck, head laying on the crook of his neck while your fingers played with his hair.

Your house is relatively new, yet he’s already familiar with the layout. The walk to your bedroom came naturally, and so did the locking of your room door. Kento gently sits you down on the edge of the bed, placing his hands on your shoulders to lightly massage them. Your head leans slightly to the side, a content sigh being your only vocal response.

“Can I take this off?” His hand lowers to the hem of your shirt, slipping his thumbs underneath.

You nod, raising your arms to allow smooth sailing. Once off, he navigates behind your back, undoing the hooks of your bra to remove it. Kento eyes your body, making a mental note of how your bare upper half looks. It’s been several months since you’ve last fucked, his memory got a bit hazy.

“Lay down, sweetheart.” He orders, removing his glasses from his face and placing them near your face-down phone on the bedside table.

You somewhat obeyed, leaning back but propping yourself up with your elbows. Your eyes tracked Kento’s movements, landing on his not-so-hidden bulge.

“Already?” You tease, surprised at how easily he gets excited with you.

He doesn’t bother responding, instead sliding the sleeves of his sweater above his elbow before he kneels down in front of your dangling legs. You keep your eyes on him, pressing your cheek against your shoulder. Kento’s hand parts your legs wide enough for him to shuffle in between. He works his hands around the waistband of your jeans, pulling them completely off along with your underwear.

A chill runs through your body. You’re completely bare while he’s fully clothed; not to mention, you’re already wet. You attempt to press your thighs together, but Kento’s body prevents it.

He lifts a finger to press it on your clit, dragging it down until he reaches your hole. Slowly, he pushes it in until it’s halfway covered. You clench around his finger, sighing at the loss when he pulls it away. Eyeing his finger, Kento watches it glisten under the light, bringing it into his mouth shamelessly.

“You’re dirty.” Your eyes widen.

“You’re sweet.” He hums, moving one hand to lift your thigh onto his shoulder while the other faces its palm upwards before entering two digits. He argues the repositioning allows him to finger-fuck you deeper.

His eyes attach to your core, watching his digits disappear and reappear coated in your slick each pump. You couldn’t resist grabbing his arm, nails digging into the skin to ground yourself. His free hand moves from your thigh to your clit, rubbing gentle circles and synchronizing both hands to how you like it.

“K-kento, ‘m close.”

You didn’t need to voice out anything, Kento knows your body like it’s his own. From the way your eyes screwed shut, mouth slightly opened, and hips twitching upwards tells him that you’re nearing an orgasm.

Your thighs squeeze against his body, nails digging into your own palm and Kento’s arm simultaneously as you whimper the closer your orgasm comes. It’s not long before it dominates, your juices coating Kento’s hand, damping the bed sheets. Your bottom lip is caught between your teeth, a desperate attempt to soften your moans. Kento kept thrusting his fingers in you slowly, urging you to ride out your orgasm but all it does is overstimulate.

“W-wait,” you say breathlessly, tapping on his bicep three times — the safe word (that’s not a word) you settled on.

Kento slides his fingers out, giving you some time to calm down from your high. He watches your chest rise and fall, guessing that you’re trying to stabilise your breathing — which you are. You’re also clenching around nothing in a rhythm similar to a pulse, already missing the feeling of his fingers filling you.

“Ready?” He softly asks, massaging your leg.

You hum in response, laying flat against the bed. The after effects of the high left you unable to keep yourself propped up on your elbows.

This time Kento places both your thighs on his shoulders, wrapping his arms around it and dragging you closer until you can feel his breath on your core.

A shaky breath leaves you, eyes closed and head turned to the side as you feel Kento’s tongue lick a long strip against your heat. Your hands wrinkle the bedsheet between your fingers when he latches onto your clit, sucking at the bundle of nerves like it’s his first meal within months.

Your hands find themselves on his head, fingers tangled in the strands of blond. Your back arches off the bed, a mewl of Kento’s name going into his hair and translating straight to this dick. This time he doesn’t allow you to move as you like, his arms tighten around your thigh, significantly stopping your squirming. Occasionally, his tongue slides into your hole to refresh the taste of you.

“Kento, Kento, Kento.” You chant his name, voice dripped in honey and bliss as you tug his hair, unsure if you’re trying to pull him away or push him closer.

Kento continues sucking on your clit, using his fingers to fuck you once more. The combination of him working on your clit like he’s making out with it and his fingers pumping in you, you couldn’t stabilise yourself. Your hips thrust pathetically into his mouth, chasing the euphoric feeling the faster your second orgasm builds up.

In seconds it washes over you, making your already sensitive body twitch violently. One hand moves to fist the sheet, then to grab Kento’s bicep, digging new crescents into his skin.

Your hand on his hair falls limp, eyes closed as you free your now bruised bottom lip from between your teeth. You try to catch your breath, ignoring your hair sticking to your forehead and the sides of your face due to sweat.

Kento removes your thighs from his shoulders, placing them down to grab the towel. With gentle swipes against your skin, he cleans your wetness from your thighs, the sweat from your face, then your slick from his own face. The sheets and clothes can be dealt with later. Once you’re cleaned up to his standard, he leans down to you, planting an arm at the side of your head.

“Should I run the bath,” he cuts himself off, caressing your cheek after he moves some of your hair behind your ear. “Or should we continue?”

“Huh?” His question falls deaf on your ears. You’re still recollecting yourself after two back-to-back orgasms.

Kento laughs, planting a kiss on your forehead, “Bath it is then.”

[tillandbed-travelingvlog]

Bill and Ted in a vat of sour cream with Rarity and Prince Achmed (The Tiger Fucker)

bill and ted are there!

[was-that-a-pun]

I have two thoughts; one of curiosity and one of me being evil and cruel.

1: If the Doey Dough in the vats at Play-Co is still intact, could he assimilate/incorporate it into himself? Then again, it might not mix with the sentient dough making up Doey. Plus he'd probably couldn't go near the vats without having flashbacks that could rival that of Vietnam.

2: What if. . . When Susan is out of sight/off doing something or when Doey is alone, the Prototype uses her voice against him/threatens her? Or did so over the years, if only to torture him?

I shall be rubbing my hands together evily, awaiting your response.

1) Ooohhhh I love that idea. Yes I think he could incorporate it into himself, I just imagine it's stored way up on the upper floors and at least in Love Him Till The Day That You Die I have them never making it back up into the factory any farther than playcare. He'd also definitely have some not so great memories of the area too for sure O_O I know my version of Susan when breaking in avoids that area like the plague for the same reason.

But If they did make it up there oooo DOEZILLA gonna get them out of there no problem! X3 Giant Doey just carrying everyone out in his palm

2) OOooooo that'd be so cruel, you deserve all the evil hand rubbings.

Cause until she shows up in safe haven Doey thought he'd killed his mom just like in canon but the Prototype, even if he hadn't had direct run in's with her in her multi year assault, would at least be aware of her and if they were able to put two and two together, watched her from afar for a bit, he could really mess with Doey's head.

Parroting things she'd said in solitude or to another toy as she's searching for him, in a voice that's steadily changing with age, and Doey is sure the Prototype is only doing it to prey on their guilt over her death then finding out years later it was mocking them about her being so close but so far.

After she shows up he could probably only get away with it once each, It'd pretend to be Susan in peril and Doey would panic and rush to protect her, but with so much force they'd immediately ditch the plan and bugger off. They do the same pretending to be Doey in trouble and you just hear the Kill Bill sirens XD

[rosalette-roxburgh]

Wanted to make my own version