“When Sherlock arrived in his suit, at ten till seven, he wasn’t expecting the sight that met his eyes. He’d fully expected John to dress in a suit, to eschew the old trappings of omega dress. What he found was John resplendent in expensive, well-cared for ‘silks’. A misnomer, really, as John’s silks were made of soft, high thread-count cotton. The blues, greens, and yellows of the Watson tartan brought out John’s eyes and skin tones in a way that had Sherlock’s breath caught in his throat and his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth.
John’s smirk said he knew the exact effect the tartan layered and wrapped around his body had on Sherlock. He shifted the wide swath of fabric that went over his right shoulder, nearly brushing the floor behind him. The long tartan kilt hovered at his ankles, revealing delicate sandals.”
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Colored sketch commission for amphigoricsymphony, companion to their omegaverse ff x (omegajohn/alphasherlock)
Oh my goodness. Guys this is John from The Fly-half in Silks one of the AU Exchangelock pieces I did solo. Oh my gosh. If you aren’t following Risah, you should be… Everything is amazing!
This will always remain my favorite vintage lesbian art… Do I even have to break it down for you?
I just thought it was a mermaid trapped under ice
the caption says “Are Parisian women becoming more thrifty? Seeing a lot of different types of panties this year!”
presumably half those girls are commando or wearing thongs. this is totally lesbian pinup ads.
If it were just a mermaid trapped under ice, there would be no reason all the skaters above the ice are wearing skirts and are presumably women. also look at that mermaid’s smile she knows what’s up.
I feel the need to correct the French translation, primarily because I’m garbage, but also because the actual translation has a significantly different meaning than what is written above.
The French says, “La Parisienne deviendrait elle économe ? … On voit beaucoup moins de pantalons, cette année ?” “Are Parisian women becoming thrifty? Seeing much fewer pant(ie)s this year!”
I know I’ve reblogged this 5000x before but 1. Never with that corrected translation and 2. I don’t care
this is a great ad but how is she smoking under water?
Lesbian mermaid magic
The cigarette indicates it’s sexual too.
Although I agree that it being usable underwater is a baffling detail
I think the cigarette is to make damn sure you know it’s sexual.
Cigarettes were often used in movies and art to indicate that that woman is a lesbian!
Also see how she has 2 fins not one? It symbolises trousers instead of a skirt, another way to hint at the woman being a lesbian in artwork at the time.
I’m just incredibly relived for the corrected translation, the nonsensical-ness of ‘thrifty = more pants’ has troubled me for a while now.
GUYS.
Although it is made to look like a cigarette–look at the box next to her. It’s a sardine box. She is holding her last sardine like a cigarette. So it actually makes more sense than a cigarette under water….
(Obviously the sexy cigarette imagery is still there, it’s just a clever way to work around the water bit)
this post is just the gift that keeps on giving.
I can’t even imagine being SO STRAIGHT that I’d think this was “just a mermaid trapped under ice” smh
I look over and see Sherlock standing in front of the fire looking down at the flames, swayin’ slightly like he’s got his eyes closed. Except I don’t know his name is Sherlock. Not yet. An urge comes over me, and I take my foot out the stirrup where it was waiting to push me up and walk up behind him instead. I step up on the little log behind his feet so my head is up higher than his, and then I wrap my arms tight around his chest.
“Sleepin’ on your feet like a horse,” I say in his ear. He hums and leans into me, lets his head rest back on my good shoulder.
I let my fingers stroke up and down the front of his wool jacket over his chest. We stand there together for a silent moment. I breathe in the scent of the campfire from his hair as I feel the solid weight of him in my arms.
“Time for bed, cowboy,” I say into his curls, and then I pat the front of his chest and run my nose across the side of his forehead before walkin’ back over to my horse. He turns his head to watch me disappear into the moonlit trail, and I feel the warmth of him up along my whole body all the way ‘til I get to the meadow.
I’m still speechless about this, so I will recycle the words I used on twitter:
Well, now I can finally say I truly understand the meaning of the phrase “burst into tears.”
Was NOT expecting this AT ALL and it literally took my breath away – it keeps taking my breath away every time I look at it again.
Brought me right back to the mountains in seconds, the cold, sharp air, the warm scent of the trees, the way their campfire smoke permeated the walls of the safe little tent, Sherlock’s harmonica and John’s rough voice.
@willietheplaidjacket I’m forever in awe and grateful beyond words. As I admitted to you once I finally stopped screaming at you how much I love this, I’ve always secretly wanted to see art of my Brokeback Sherlock and John, and then BAM HERE IT IS OUT OF NOWHERE BY A FUCKING INCOMPARABLY TALENTED ARTIST.
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