Don't want your jibber-jabber A*Team summaries, fool

[valis2]

• [Summary:] What is the ATeam doing in Germany? Will they survive it to stay on a ponyfarm for over a week? You will find the answer here!
  
  Is there anyone, anywhere in the world, besides this author, who has ever asked the question, "Will the A*Team survive on a ponyfarm for over a week?" My guess is no.


• [Murdock:] “So, Hannibal’s God-Daughter eh? What’s that like?”
  
  For some reason this makes me think of God Emperor of Dune, and I'm now imagining a giant girl's head superimposed over a huge snake, smoking a cigar.


• The following couple of days at the cabin were fairly easy going. Face avoided Murdock like the plaque.


• [Summary:] Basically, Murdock has a new thing: swans. I was observing one the other day...ya. Look what happened. Well, it's my first ATeam fic I've actually written. Quick and pointless.


• [Face's] Shocked blue-green eyes started into [Hannibal's] blue ones searching for lies and deseed, but instead he only found love and fear directed at him.
  
  I don't even know which makes me scratch my head more, the deseed or the love/fear mix.


• [Face] turned and walked out, back ridged, and slammed the door, walking straight past everyone and up to his room.
  
  It took me three tries to figure out that it's supposed to be "rigid."


• After a few minutes of slow walking, they finally reached the door entrance.
  
  And then the fic found itself in the Bad Synopses Summaries Excerpts.


• [The femme fatale, addressing Face:] “How many times have you got yourself into trouble? How many times should you have known better? And how many times have you let the heat in your groin overwhelm the cool thoughts in your head?” She ran her tongue across her lips.
  
  Further into the story:
  
  Face jerked as his control seeped away and oblivion rushed in to claim him. With perfect timing and just as his awareness tottered on the brink, [the femme fatale] thrust home her mortal blow. “Stepford! My surname is Stepford or is it Stephens!”
  
  Um, Miss Fatale? You might want to figure that out before you actually perform your Villainous Monologue. I'd advise a few practise runs next time.


• Hannibal had a kind of photographic memory when it came to listening to people


• So, Face h/c stories are quite popular. There's one author in particular who writes quite a few. What fascinates me is the mix of canon and fanon that they've developed, and that this mix of fanon and canon has somehow been adopted by other writers. That just intrigues me to no end. There are several components: a) Hannibal (or others) crooning "You Are My Sunshine" to an injured Face, b) mentally ill villains abducting Face, clothing him in Army fatigues, and abusing the hell out of him, sometimes going so far as to drag him all the way back to 'Nam to do it, c) having to be very careful while waking him up because HE IS A GREEN BERET AND CAN KEEL U DED WITH HIS BARE HANDS OMG, so often Hannibal or Murdock will grab his wrists before attempting to wake him. There are more things that I can't recall off the top of my head, but these are the top three. I'm just so intrigued by this--especially how this has developed into its own little ficverse, with other writers showing up.


• Apparently unnoticed by the others in the smokey, smelly bar, [the femme fatale] danced [Face] out of the cramped cantina and around to the flimsy shack, chased out the chickens and lit a sweet smelling candle before manoevering him towards the blanket on the floor. It smelt of wood, and warmth and wonder. He felt his overwrought senses realing
  
  Imagining making love in a space just vacated by the chickens is making my senses reel as well.


• They were met at the door by the elongated, grey figure of Andre, the Maitre d’ who looked them up and down a bit and then shook his head. “Gentlemen, we are closed for the evening,” he said in his best funeral voice.
  
  BA growled. “Don’t want your jibber jabber food!” he spat, pushing past the askance man.


• I just read an A*Team songfic that used a Leonard Cohen song.
  
  I'll give you a moment to let that sink in.


• [Summary:] The A-Team somehow manage to arrive in the future...now what in the blue hell do I do with them? Mild swearing.
  
  The A*Team fandom must have frightening flamewars over cussing, that's all I can say. It's amazing how often there are warnings for it.


• Face’s thoughts strayed to the past, back to Vietnam. He remembered a gay couple in a unit that Hannibal had been commanding. Everyone knew about the two men. He remembered a gay couple in a unit that Hannibal had been commanding. Everyone knew about the two men, even if no one spoke about it, they all knew.
  
  Is this the fanfic version of Groundhog Day?


• ‘Wonder how Jack’s doing at the hospital.’ Face said as he loaded what looked like some sort of makeshift canon with banana’s, ‘It can’t be anything worse than concussion, my guess is mild, he’s probably out by now.’

Comments

[todayiamadaisy]

they finally reached the door entrance

That must be some door, to have its own entrance.

Will they survive it to stay on a ponyfarm for over a week?

Pony farms can be vicious places, you know. Kicking and biting and running away... and that's just the pre-teen riders. :-) The A*Team might just have met their match.

some sort of makeshift canon with banana’s

With banana's what? :-)

[valis2.livejournal.com]

That must be some door, to have its own entrance.

Pretty amazing, isn't it? Only the best for the A*Team.

Pony farms can be vicious places, you know. Kicking and biting and running away... and that's just the pre-teen riders. :-) The A*Team might just have met their match.

I don't know. Considering that B.A. is the size of pony...

With banana's what? :-)

The mind boggles.