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Lust's passion will be served; it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes. - Marquis de Sade

Lust... one side of me calls it such a base emotion. Lust is hardly better than fear, in the opinions of the Bene Gesserit. It is something that makes humans scarcely better than animals, driven by instinct and passion instead of reason and intelligence... lust is something barely to be considered. And I have seen its ravages take my aunt, tear her away from everything she had been into the terrible grip of her overshadowing --

I don't want to think about that. About the way that the lust for continued "life" helped my maternal grandfather take my aunt ~~how it almost allowed mother to take me. If Leto hadn't helped push her back-- but he did. He always will.~~.

...and yet I am also Fremen, and Fremen passion runs hot and strong, always. It is a most careful walk on the dunes of emotion to take, balancing the truth of one side, while not abandoning the other.

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40.2

Cock and Bull...

That's a phrase I hadn't heard in a while, and it takes me back. To about 1952, and a day that pretty permanently changed my life.

Why?

I think that's the second thing I ever heard Wintergreen say. "Pardon me for joining in, Yanks..." over the sound of a damn good punch into Fenster's jaw was the first, then "but I haven't had a good scuffle since the last Boxing Day rout at the Cock 'n' Bull."

He has to be the only man that would apologize even as he's kicking someone in the face... but then, probably only that he was cross-service saved him from some serious trouble over pulling me out of that beating. I spent a good eight months in his debt, before I got to return the favor.

God only knows if he was joking about that fight more than the obvious, but either way, it was a damn lucky thing for me. Of course, he spins pretty good cock and bull tales, too...

You Are Combat Boots

You are a complete and total rebel. You refuse to do what you're told, and you're quite stubborn.
You really don't care what other people think of you. You are tough and often ruthless.

You are independent, iconoclastic, and countercultural. You resent authority figures.
You are very headstrong. No one is going to pressure you into being someone you're not!

What Kind of Boots Are You?

Some of the choices... irritating. But the result amused me. I haven't worn true combat boots in years, though they are the base for mine...

"Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?" (Who watches the watchmen?)

...You know, haven't I made my opinions on this topic (or the like) clear often enough? Do I really need to go into it again? I swear, some days these seem like they're just out to irritate me.

As far as I can see, the answer is rather plainly no one. Including the arm of the government that is tasked with doing just that.

Which is more than obvious by some of the fairly recent situations. Since if anyone had been keeping an eye on some of those holier-than-thou, hypocri --

Well.

Trying to make the world run on if-onlys is a damn fool's game.

And despite my old friend's opinion on the same, I'm not sure I'd care to deal with Waller that closely. Especially after some of the other things I've heard recently -- and with a few of the JSA tied up in Checkmate, now -- it's not likely any of that is going to change.

New day, same old broken systems.

Anyone actually surprised?

272: Pets

Well, Wintergreen already went on about the pups Raven gave us for the holidays and he's doing most of the training with; and Stone made the joke about Logan's shapeshifting abilities (calm down, Logan, I did say joke), so it seems as though both of the routes I might have gone with this one have been taken. My own fault for leaving it so long, I suppose.

Other than the pups from Raven, I never was much of a pet owner. Hunting dogs and working horses I grew up with, of course, and Frannie didn't seem to ever think it was much of a house if she didn't have a couple of cats running around to keep the mice to an acceptable level.

I spent most of my time in the military, then all over the world working... We've never exactly had a lifestyle that would make keeping pets easy, or a decent thing to do to the animals.

Title: Another Chance, part eleven
Co-writer:

merfilly
Fandom: DCU/Pern Crossover
Characters: Slade Wilson, Dinah Lance, Roy Harper, Dick Grayson, Vic Stone, the entire cast of Dragonsdawn by Anne McCaffrey
Word count this part: 4,189; 55,381 words total
Warning/Notes: You all know us. You know our OTPs. Hopefully by this point you know who's in the verse. We still really hope you enjoy it.
Note the second: Any "misspellings" or altered words are deliberate, in order to mimic language drift, and no disrespect is intended towards the canonical birth culture of our favorite redhead and brunette.
Note the third: Um. We have an issue or two with McCaffrey. Sorry?

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

part six

part seven

part eight

part nine

part ten

( part eleven )

So, a bit ago I got tagged in that "I'll tell you five things I associate with you, you post and tell me all about them" meme.

I finally got time to write out the answers.

( shardsofblu tagged me with Slade, Obama, Missouri, books and libraries, fanfic )

( and trillsie tagged me with politics, role playing, fantasy, comics, and fanfic )

[locked from his son]

( 34.3, 36.1 )

Write about a time you were outsmarted.

Sure.

Be glad to talk about one of the best things that ever happened to me.

I was twenty-six years old, the year was nineteen sixty-one, and I'd made Major years before. My COs didn't want me going much past that rank -- they'd have to chain me to a desk, and everyone seemed to already know how bad an idea that would be. I wasn't made for a desk job. But things were heating up all over the world, so there was some advanced training they wanted to put me through. I'd had the orders to ship to Camp Washington for a few days, and been there about fourteen hours. We'd finally been set at that first obstacle course -- damn the thing -- and I thought I was just about home free, with how far I'd made it. Tricky course, I already wanted to meet the mind behind it because they'd set up some nice traps, but I though I had it beat. Just had to get through that water and I'd be to the objective... quick check didn't show me anything in it, and --

Best laid plans. I hadn't been in that rib-deep water for more than two minutes when my world went sideways and these strong, fast hands had my gun out of my hands and then had me. I couldn't believe what I saw once I could get the water out of my eyes and here was this soaking-wet woman in uniform standing there with this knife of a smile on her face. "Bang, Major. You're dead."

Yeah. I was. Just not in the ways she meant when she proved just how good she was. Tricky, cunning, brilliant professional.

...I sound like a besotted teenager. I wasn't that when I met her. --Alright, alright. I was infatuated, but I wasn't a teenager anymore. Hadn't been in... over a decade. The topic was being outsmarted, not your lady, Wilson.

We wound up breaking down just where I'd screwed up, how she'd gotten me then, and then she said the damnedest thing. "You're good, Major. I can make you better."

She did, too. Half of the things the Titans have cursed me for over the years, I picked up from Captain Kane, US Special Forces. I have had moments to wish I'd taken the lesson about arrogance and assuming I know what's going on a little more to heart, but then... I am that damn good.

She made sure of it.

[locked]Start something?

What haven't I started, recently?

Proposing to Adeline at Christmas was... god, we embarrassed Joe so badly, though Rose and Logan seemed to enjoy the event. I still can't believe Raven bought us those dogs – I'm glad Wintergreen decided to take on training them, and that they'd be best off in Africa. I need to be spending more time there, before he finds some way to let these new responsibilities get him in over his head ~~again~~. Good thing his daughter's there so often.

Work... there's always a new contract coming through, even if I am sticking to the more legal jobs. Someone always wants something handled, something finished off so something new can begin. It's... interesting, trying to put my people and Addie's so that they're not at each other's throats more than they're working together. J's still better than anyone she's got.

Ought to get back into the habit of going to the theater, if I'm going to be in New York so much anyway. ~~Logan's going to have that role soon, after all~~. Dating my wife again – what an idea? Yeah. Doesn't sound like a bad choice at all.[/locked]