#kiltlock

[inevitably-johnlocked]

do you have any fics where john/sherlock wears a skirt (or kilt) or lingerie?

Hi Nonny!

I have some Skirts/Dresses/Kilts (Nov 2019) on that community recs list, AND my own list of Lingerie / Undergarments (Sexy Fics)! I also have a Crossdressing Community Recs list you can check out :)

Otherwise, anyone have any recent fics they’d like to suggest?

[lapuslazulli]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 25/25 Fandom: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mycroft Holmes/Original Character Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mrs. Hudson, Patrick Singh, Cousin Violet - Character, Mycroft Holmes Additional Tags: The Edinburgh Problem, Awkward First Times, Hurt/Comfort, Sherlock is a Mess, John is doing his best, Shameless Smut, Sherlock's Past, train shenannigans, Scotland, Poison, Holmes Family, kiltlock, Dancing, Angst, terrible twins, The formidable Antonellis Series: Part 2 of Scotland Summary:

“What are we, now?” John mused aloud, once they were in a cab heading back to Baker street. It was a cool, damp afternoon and Sherlock was studying the passers-by with detached interest. He glanced over at John with a raised eyebrow, his fingers idly worrying at one of the buttons on his coat.

“Nothing seems quite right. What would you call me, if somebody asked?” John waved a hand vaguely at the space between them. “What do we call… this?”

Sherlock stared at him for quite a while, his brow furrowed. John began to feel a little self conscious. The taxi lurched as they turned a sharp corner, and he flung out his arm to steady himself. Sherlock caught his wrist, and held tight.

“Everything.” Sherlock said quietly, and after a moment he let go and resumed his study of the streets outside. John barely even heard the words, he said them so softly. “Everything. That’s what you are.”

John stared at Sherlock’s profile against the cab window and exhaled slowly. After a long moment, he reached out and touched Sherlock’s long fingers where they were fiddling with the button on his coat. The tall man didn’t look around again, but his fingers slowly unfurled before curling deliberately around John’s hand.

[merindab]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms, Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson Additional Tags: Kilts, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Outdoor Sex, Party, Fear of Discovery, Clothed Sex, Secret Relationship, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot Summary:

They're at a gala in Scotland so of course Watson wears a kilt.

Because @beltainefaerie showed me this and suggested I write something

[221booksinthetardis]

Hey! For the otp quotes challenge: 32!! :)

Quote 32 was: “y-you look.. you look very nice.” :))) 

[im-just-glad-to-be-alive]

To me this kinda looks like Hamish with a John-sweater and you know the kilt bc it’s John HAMISH Watson so.... imagine Sherlock dressing their son like John because he just loves it so much... ;)

[inevitably-johnlocked]

I saw OHMSS Bond today, and you've reblogged a tweet from MG saying it's his favorite Bond/mollydobby Bondlock meta. So Bond dresses up like Sherlock, and "This can happen to men and women. They burn the heart out of themselves by living too greedily. And suddenly, all is finished." o_O Also, best use of a kilt? More people should be running their fingers up his inner thigh, under the table, to write their room number in lipstick under the kilt in movies. And fanfic. And, just, in general. Dang.

Hey Nonny!

Okay, firstly... I... dunno what OHMSS Bond is 😫 ;  I seriously don’t know which meta you’re talking about or tweet because I’m a tit and my memory is spotty these days at best, though I found Molly’s bondlock meta series here (thought she could have updated them post S4). It’s been a long while since I thought I reblogged any bondlock, LOL

Anyway, Yes. I like a good kilt fic. Dang indeed LOL. Good quote, nonetheless, end me LOL LOL.

[7-percent]

Burns Night    25 January

A good reminder that to be British is different from being English!  Robbie Burns is the national poet of Scotland, as central to the culture as the kilt is. Tonight it the 263rd celebration of his birthday. 

He was born in 1759, at a time when Scots could still remember that it had only become part of Great Britain in the Act of Union in 1707. More important,  he was born only 14 years since the Jacobites, led by Bonnie Prince Charlie, invaded England and were defeated at the Battle of Culloden. The English took a dim view of the Scots invading from the north, and retaliated by breaking up the Highland clans, and even banned kilts in an effort to curtail symbols of patriotism. So, he was a Scottish nationalist, celebrating all the aspects of the culture in a typically Scottish two-fingered salute to the Sassenachs. That’s what the Scots call the English, which is Gaelic for “Saxons”. 

Burns was something of a literary rebel, with his steadfast commitment to writing in Scots dialect and his passion for collecting and publishing local folk songs and ballads. His undaunted spirit of Scottish nationalism is what makes Burns Night special, celebrated all over the world, wherever there is a diaspora. 

There are RULES about the dinner.  There’s nothing spontaneous at all about a gathering that follows an official Standard Order, including regulated bagpiping (the best kind), poetry, recitation, and formal toasts. 

The guests are piped into the dining room (and GAWD a bagpipe indoors is LOUD).  After the host welcomes the guests, someone stands up to give the Selkirk Grace, so called because Burns gave it at a party held by the Earl of Selkirk.  "Some hae meat an canna eat, / And some wad eat that want it; / But we hae meat, and we can eat, / And sae the Lord be thankit."

The centrepiece of a traditional Burns Night is a Burns supper, which can be as lavish or low-key as desired, generally involves three crucial elements: haggis, Scotch whisky and (of course) the poetry of the man himself.

Most suppers start off with a soup: the Scotch broth if you’re being traditional, sweet with barley and lamb or a creamy bowl of Cullen skink with plenty of finnan haddie (smoked haddock) if you’re a wee bit fancy. An alternative is cock-a-leekie if you want to honour the (semi) official soup of Scotland, happen to have a lot of leeks in your vegetable patch, or you just like saying cock-a-leekie, and who could blame you?

While I  like all of the above soups, am partial to a fine single malt whisky (always spelled WITHOUT an e, BTW), and I love the tatties and neeps mix of potatoes and turnips mashed, the haggis is something of an acquired taste. It’s a mixture of oats, minced up sheep offal (liver, kidney and lungs), with suet, spices, and (gasp) sheep’s blood, slow cooked after being stuffed into the sheep’s stomach. Think of it as a rather big blood pudding sausage, that is boiled until done. 

At proper Burns’ night suppers, a piper will precede the entry of the haggis which is paraded about the room. 

You cannot eat before being saluted by a recitation of Burns’ Address to the Haggis: 

Fair fa' your honest, sonsie [beautiful] face, Great chieftain o' the puddin-race! Aboon them a' ye tak your place, Painch [stomach], tripe, or thairm [intestine]: Weel are ye wordy o' a grace As lang's my airm.

There are eight stanzas which means by the time the haggis is cut into slices (sometimes by a sabre) and gets to your plate, it’s not likely to be hot. 

Dessert might well be cranachan (CRA-neh-kinn). A cranachan is a very quick, easy recipe that includes oats, raspberries, cream, malt whisky, and honey. The ingredients are then layered, as you would with a trifle, for a pretty presentation.

In olden days in January, the raspberries wouldn’t be fresh, but rather “bottled”. These days they are frozen or imported.

Following the meal, whisky usually takes centre-stage in an (increasingly raucous) series of toasts, building up to the “address to the lassies” and “reply to the laddies”. As with most Scottish parties, it will end up with dancing, but not to pop music. 

Scottish country dancing has a LONG history. Take a look at the best source I’ve found on the subject, which will help you keep your reels separate from your strathspeys and your hornpipes. Click here! 

Kiltlock being a thing in the fandom (Well, Watson is a Scots name, after all), you want to do your research! A fic reccie is @anyawen​’s kiltlock series, Traditions.  

On a personal note, as I am one quarter highlands Scot, when I was a little

girl I learned the sword dance that is shown in the photo above. My great grandmother spoke Gaelic and was a Campbell from the Western Isles. My grandfather always said I inherited my red hair from her - no one else in the family has red hair. 

Happy Burns Night!

[brokenlibrarygirl]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 20/20 Fandom: Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle, Sherlock (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Sherlock Holmes & John Watson Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mummy Holmes, Sherlock's parents, Mycroft Holmes, Gregory Lestrade, Mary Morstan Additional Tags: Arranged Marriage, Regency Romance, Bodice-Ripper, Romance, Kilts, kiltlock, Johnlock - Freeform, Sherlock AU, 1800s scotland, No Period Typical Homophobia, watson tartan, Scotland, Virgin Sherlock, Smoll, past depression, Minor character suicide, Talk of Suicide, mary Watson mental illness, Mary Watson miscarriage, minor character miscarriage, Depression, Sherlock is smoll, Some say Sherlock is so Smoll he's out of character, Johnlock Roulette Summary:

After her son is caught in a compromising position, Victoria Holmes must make arrangements for a quick marriage between Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.