BST question

I posted this to my FB but haven't gotten any information yet, so I'm asking here:

Does anyone have any experience with any of the buy/sell/trade apps, like 5miles or Letgo? I've been trying to research them, since I'm just now learning that they exist, and while I'm willing to try them and do a comparison if they're free to use (because I have loads of stuff that someone else might actually enjoy,) I'd like to find out a bit about them first and make sure that there are no hidden traps in the processes themselves. I'm not sure that Wallapop operates in my neck of the woods (it looks like it might be a northeast/LA/Miami thing thus far.) If there are more such apps, I'd like to know that, too. It sounds like a lot of fun and potentially a blessing for a smart seller, buyer, or barterer. I would do cash-only, no shipping, and only meeting at a safe site. I just don't want to get myself into an expensive mess, especially since my job just moved to a different state, and I did not.

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The Seed of Memory
Rated G
Crossover - you tell me which two fandoms you think I used and who the main character is...

What if home is not where you always assumed it to be? Not all those who wander are lost... and not all that is lost is gone...

She remembered.

Floating in the expanse between galaxies, with no task more urgent than to be patient whilst her silly bipedal made his repairs and took a bit of a rest from everyone, she slept. And sleeping, she dreamt.

And remembered.

It had been so far ago, so long away, before she had even properly taken root; she’d been just a seed, really, carried by her mother. She couldn’t have said what had brought it into her consciousness now—perhaps a sound, like the birth of a breeze rustling leaves too long left to sleep, or perhaps a scent, like the breath of wood and loam or the slightly spicy cologne of fir. Or perhaps it had been nothing, simply her imagination. Whatever the trigger, she welcomed the dream, rode its currents and explored its shadows.

She first found herself in the sky, the pristine sky of a young world without star or satellite, and when she looked down, she saw hills and valleys and canyons and mountains and water and wood—oh, so much wood. She drifted down to smell of the boughs and the sweet zephyrs that danced amongst the crowns of trees, trees that touched more sky than ground. A part of her longed to sink her soul into the rich new earth that, even from above, called to her on a whisper, but she wasn’t quite ready to leave the freedom of the air to be stationary again. For a while, she was content just to float languidly, more comfortable in this place that she’d never known than in most other parts of the universe. Well, universes. Well, multiverses.

She was just starting to idly wonder how she could see with no sunlight, and then the understanding, the memory, came to her—that her eyes, such as they were, had not been fashioned to need a governing star. Her limbs, for here she had so many limbs, had not been fashioned to need radiation from a ball of gas in order to grow and to cover themselves with leaves, an uncounted number of individual works of art. Her roots had not been fashioned to require a sun’s warmth to feed the rest of her being, nor had she need of solar energy for photosynthesis. She had been grown, yes, but she had been Made, first. She had been Made, here.

She had barely digested that revelation, the wonder and joy of it, when she floated up out of the treeline again and saw something with her clean, silvery green vision.

The forest Moved.

No, she hadn’t imagined it. A whole section of the forest was moving, ploddingstridingwalkingMOVING, toward one point from different directions, and at a steady pace. The trees passed under her, and she zipped down to follow them, feeling like a sapling rather than a fairly ancient traveler. She shadowed them all the way to their meeting point, for that’s what it turned out to be—a meeting. These trees Talked, with proper voices, and though everything they said took a long time, their voices were like music to her, and she wanted nothing more for a moment than to let them wash over her for the rest of time.

There were many kinds of trees at the meeting, and many different timbres of voice, but when she realized that they were all masculine, she decided to tune in to the conversation. After some time and patience, she learned that the owners of those lovely deep voices were worried—it seemed that someone was missing. Or lots of someones. She could hear their sadness, their bewilderment and loneliness, and she started to reach out, to offer some meager comfort… but they couldn’t hear her. They didn’t see her. She wasn’t there, not really. She’d spent her whole life hiding in plain sight, her own little slice of reality, and now that she wanted to be in their reality, she couldn’t be.

But Someone saw her. She found herself in low orbit ‘round this world that should be dark but wasn’t at all, and this time, she wasn’t alone.

He whispered to her, called her His child, and offered to answer one question. He waited patiently as she thought it over, and minutes or centuries later, she slowly and carefully asked, “Why must they be left to grieve?”

Her question must have pleased Him, for she felt a soft warmth surrounding her as he began to speak in her soul, words-that-were-not-words painting a fluid picture of a number of majestic trees growing restless and asking for something different, only to find themselves taken away to another world that soon filled with complacent bipedals; she gasped as she recognized the world she’d known for most of her Growth, and how her mother and sisters and aunts had all but asked for it, asked to be planted elsewhere, and how elsewhere had turned out to be a world where they were used and discarded like machines. She also saw that, back here, the husbands and brothers and fathers would wait and hope and search for them, through the dawning of a new star and a new moon and several kinds of people, and how that search would bring their paths to intersect with bipedals who would inspire them to Move once more to help save this world. The story had many subtle shades, but she could see that, even on distant planets, the Tender knew what His creations were up to; it made her sad to realize that she, just a seed from this world, was the only one left. That had never especially bothered her until now. Now she wept, for the wives who had run off and the husbands who were left behind to wonder; she even wept a little for herself.

And then the Tender dried her ears for her, and reminded her that she would never be invisible to Him, no matter what.

And then she woke.

And, waking, remembered.

And she began to search.
ten echoes

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Subject: Day of the Week: Theme

Hello, everyone. I’m cascadewaters and today's theme is 'yo mama.' Prompts can be funny, angsty, sappy, crossover, purist, pretty much whatever, as long as they have something to do with mothers.

The rules still haven't changed:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
No spoilers in prompts.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.

Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...

Once Upon a Time, Snow+Emma, all the things they should know about each other

Hunger Games, Katniss, the Games aren't the only reason that Katniss is terrified of the idea of having kids

Sherlock, Sherlock+Mrs Hudson, something she says catches him off-guard and leaves him doubled over in helpless laughter

Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Visit the lonely prompt archive and brighten someone’s day. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.

tag=yo mama

DIY do I do these things to myself??? ;)

So now I'm researching options for making my own shampoos, lotions, body wash, depil creams, etc.  I found mention of a depilatory solution made of honey, golden syrup, and flour, with a lemon juice rinse.  Does anyone know anything about how well that works/how it leaves the skin, or about alternatives to that?  I do have fairly sensitive and persnickety skin, but I'd love to save money by doing some 'greener' things, and I do like the idea of not using much stuff on my skin and hair that I wouldn't be willing to ingest.  I'd also like some ideas for making body wash/shower gel without any shampoo, after-shave skin care, and hair cleanser that won't leave my thick, fine hair a rat's nest for weeks while my scalp gets used to it.

Who all makes any of this stuff for yourself?  Do you have any recommendations or favorite formulae?

I swear, sometimes it's like, if I didn't like the cool sensation of having smooth(ish) legs, I would almost give up on caring about shaving, etc.  I wonder how long it's actually been since society first started caring about this.

Yoinking this brilliant meme from erinm

Give me two characters from different fandoms you know I'm familiar with, and I'll give you a dialogue happening between the two of them. Without justifying how the crossover would work, how their worlds clashed, or how they could even meet each other. Just a silly crossover conversation with no backstory, for fun.

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Comment with your favorite color (or a color you really like, if you don't have a favorite) and I'll respond by asking you five questions so I can get to know you better. Update your journal with the answers to the questions. Include this explanation in the post and offer to ask other people questions.

tunnels_of_loce asked me:

1. Is there someone (can be someone you know irl or someone famous) whom you really admire?

Long list, really.  I'm gonna start with Jesus Christ, but then there are so many I admire, in my life or otherwise; just for something different to say, Christopher Eccleston (who walked away from a dream role because he wasn't willing to accept how someone else was being bullied on-set, and then chose not to spread bad blood about it.)

2. Favorite place to eat?

Hmmm.  ATM, one of our local Chinese/Mongolian buffets, and a sushi place close to work.

3. If you could choose a word to describe yourself, what would it be?


4. What's your favorite animal?

Toss-up - panda and turtle

5. Do you have any pets?

Do the voices count? ;P  Nope, no pets.
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this army actually

FIC: On the Same Page 1/2 (White Collar, posted by request)

On the Same Page

By firechild

Rated PG-13

Disclaimer: The code is mine. The characters are not. L

Warning: Do I really have to mention that this contains the non-sexual corporal punishment of adults? Seriously? And yes, I said adults—as in, plural.

A/N: This is a tag to ‘By the Book,’ written partially at the request of halo and partially because the boys just seemed to be asking for it in the episode.


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It's a good idea for everyone to do this periodically, regardless of health or age, because you just never know, and because we all need to remember to count our blessings:

- Write a will.  Even if you can't afford a lawyer or legalzoom, etc, write a will.  Write it out *by hand* and sign it with a date because in some states, in the absence of a filed will, a verifiable handwritten document with your signature will serve.  You don't have to have a lot of financial assets; you'd be surprised what all you have to divvy up or bequeath even without the issues that come with monetary wealth.  Your clothes, electronics, accounts of various types, collectibles....

-  Keep an updated list of all of your log-ins and passwords, for everything from your computer and phone to your regular bills, so that whomever might need these things in the event of your death/incapacitation/disappearance can get to them in a timely manner. 

-  Make sure that your keys actually go to locks;  if they don't, and they're not attached to a specific memory, why keep them?

-  Keep tax and major purchase records in some sort of safe place.

If you've got more tips, I know that I would appreciate them.  No one really enjoys thinking about planning for his or her own death, let alone that of a loved one, but if you make decisions and get things in order during calm times, when something does happen, the process will be somewhat easier for you or your loved ones.