if I knew myself, I'd run away.
Was watching “Last of the Mohicans.”
Had an image.
John the rugged long-rifle-toting frontiersman, raised among the Mohican. Sherlock the sheltered general’s younger brother, brought to the colonies during the French and Indian War.
YOU DO NOT KNOW HOW MUCH I NEED THIS RIGHT NOW OH GOD SOMEBODY WRITE IT BECAUSE I CAN’T TOO MUCH OTHER WRITING TO DO.
DON’T MAKE ME BEG.
This really ought to exist, yo. Ficcers, start your Muses!
STOP IT. STOP IT. STOPITSTOPITSTOPIT.
Fun fact: did you know that Sherlock already calls John “Hawkeye” in my head, in several different versions of head!canon?
For those of you watching, there will not be a new chapter of “Performance in a Leading Role” this weekend. This chapter is going to be REALLY FRICKING LONG (it might even have to be posted in two sections) and I’m not as far along on it as I’d like to be. I’ve been semi-sick this week and haven’t been very productive. I’ll hope to finish it over this weekend and then with a few days for editing it might appear mid-week next week, but NO PROMISES.
But just as a bit of a tease, here are a few things that are true about this chapter:
- Christmas happens.
- There is Mycroft.
- Something really bad happened between the previous chapter and this one.
- John’s family makes an appearance
- There are nominations, but not for Oscars
I’ll be over here in the corner, rocking. and waiting. and not at all stalking MadLori.