#johns jumpers

[consult-sherlockholmes]

What is your favorite jumper of John's? Or if you hate them all what clothing do you think he looks best in?

My favourite jumper of John's would be this one:

However, I do prefer him in other outfits, something more formal like a well-fitted suit or a uniform.

[ringosmistress]

[paulic]

September got me acting like this already

[autistic-danieljackson]

John: Ford isn’t allowed to name anything.

Also John: These are our wraiths Bob and Steve.

[arthur-lesters-spinal-cord]

@saturn-star-light

I dont know if you meant pants as in trousers, but my british brain read it as pants as in underwear so..

This too shall pass boxers be upon ye

[javelinbk]

The Beatles in India, 1968: A collection of photographs. From the Pattie Boyd collection at Christie’s

[mindblowingscience]

The 2024 Nobel Prize in chemistry recognized Demis Hassabis, John Jumper and David Baker for using machine learning to tackle one of biology's biggest challenges: predicting the 3D shape of proteins and designing them from scratch. This year's award stood out because it honored research that originated at a tech company: DeepMind, an AI research startup that was acquired by Google in 2014. Most previous chemistry Nobel Prizes have gone to researchers in academia.

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[wdymidekn]

BEBE!!!!

LOOK AT HER!!!!

[khorazir]

Inspired by the fabulous The Wizard of Baker Street by @calaisreno in which Sherlock is a down-on-his-luck wizard and John a cat (at least some of the time).

[helloliriels]

Sherlock: Rough day, John?

John: ...

[lulublack90]

Prompt 18 - Jumper

@wolfstarmicrofic December 18, word count 588

Sirius had met the most amazing guy while he was out waiting on a date that didn’t show. The man was tall in a lanky sort of way. He had sandy-coloured curly hair cropped short, and the most beautiful honey-coloured eyes Sirius had ever seen, and not a single person in the entire bar was looking at him. In Sirius’s opinion, that was outrageous, but it probably had something to do with the most granddad-looking jumper he’d ever seen that the man was wearing. More fool them, he thought.  

He abandoned the table he’d been holding and went to sit beside him at the bar. 

“Hi,” He said, flagging the bartender down at the same time. The man looked around for whoever Sirius was talking to, then looked at him in confusion. 

“Sorry,” He said, his voice a little rough, like he was getting over a cold. “Are you talking to me?” Sirius grinned his most dazzling smile. 

“Of course. I’m Sirius. Are you waiting for someone?” The man looked taken aback. 

“Oh, em, my name’s Remus and er, no, my friend just cancelled on me,” Remus stammered. Sirius found him absolutely adorable and was well on his way to being smitten after only a few words.

“Well, I’ve been stood up, so why don’t we keep each other company,” Sirius suggested, willing Remus to say yes. 

“I find that very hard to believe,” Remus scoffed. 

“What?” Sirius asked, confused. 

“That someone’s stood you up,” Sirius let out a loud bark of laughter, that drew the attention of more than a few fellow patrons. 

“It happens more than you’d think,” He confessed. Sometimes, people heard something about him or his family and then decided he wasn’t worth it or worth a phone call or a text to say they weren’t coming, apparently. “So, Remus, what do you do then?” He wanted to steer the conversation away from his dating life. 

“Oh, nothing exciting, I work in a little bookshop my parents own.” He shrugged but Sirius could tell that Remus loved that job. 

“Sounds lovely. What’s it called? Maybe I’ll pop in and buy something.” Sirius watched as Remus’s cheeks flushed pink.

“It’s just called Lupin’s. But don’t feel like you have to come in, I mean we’ve literally just met,” Sirius smiled at him. He could tell Remus was babbling, so he decided to give the guy a break. 

“It would be my absolute pleasure to visit your shop. That is unless I scare you off before the end of this date,”

“D-d-date?!” Remus swallowed as he blinked rapidly. 

“Well, that is if you want it to be. We could just be two new friends getting a drink together if you’d prefer?” Remus looked at him wide-eyed, but then a smile spread across his lips and he nodded. 

“Yeah, I’d like that. The date part.” He added hastily. 

“Good, in that case, might I suggest we finish our drinks and go get something to eat?” Sirius suggested. He wanted to get to know Remus better, and the noisy bar wasn’t the best place for that. Plus, he knew a lovely, intimate restaurant not far from here that had the best chocolate and honeycomb cheesecake he’d ever had.

“Sure,” Remus answered, grabbing his beer and downing the remainder of his drink. Sirius’s mouth went dry as he watched Remus’s Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. Remus put his glass down and gathered his things. Sirius followed suit, and then they headed for the door to continue their date.  

[consult-sherlockholmes]

@consultjohnwatson it's freezing, so this requires desperate measures...

Can you crochet me something as well? Something to wear, I am freezing my arse off, maybe some pants. That or I will just steal borrow one of your jumpers.

[emziess]

John Rider Appreciation... Alex Rider, S03E07

[ghostofnuggetspast]

"Ugly Christmas Jumper Contest"

(to the tune of "We Three Kings of Orient Are")

"DEEP, deep in the heart of London, children, under the cover of night, there came together dozens of dark figures to a place of brooding and swilling. A 'pub', they say in whispered curses when they think no-one can hear. The figures' murky, nefarious purpose was revealed in the dim light within. A crowd of gibbering watchers lined the walls with their nasty, foaming libations in hand. They were waiting for a spectacle. They were waiting for a crucifixion. Each poor soul thereafter who entered the 'pub' walked with intention as though stepping through thick shame to a place of execution. They stood on the dais, open to the cat-calls of the public, wearing their badges of dishonor with what pride they could muster. Until finally, the Adversary Donovan called the rabble to still their hateful laughter to begin the ritual .... " "Oh, for fuck's sake Sherlock, it was just an ugly jumper contest. You are such a drama queen," John laughed, and he poked the side of the wet cat that was Sherlock. "You had fun! I know you did. You got to see Mycroft ...." Sherlock burst out, "SNORT! Haha, very well, John. Yes, that was worth the whole evening of torture and scratchy wool. Mycroft will owe me soooo many favors for not releasing these pictures. I can't wait to show him." "One more thing you learned from Irene," John thought and shook his head fondly.

(Solemnly, solo violin)

1. Ugly Christmas jumper contest: Choose which one you think is the best! Is it Gerry's, plastic cherries bobbled all o'er his chest?

Chorus: O-oh! Jumpers made with utmost care By a festive, sleepy bear? Or a speeding grandma needing Extra light with loving flair?

2. Sherlock's wearing one with a scowl. It looks like a bright lit-up towel. Shapeless draping, odd landscaping -- Sporting some kind of fowl. (Chorus)

3. Then there is the jumper on John! Each guy in the birth scene's a prawn. Underwater, baby otter Swims in the seaweed lawn. (Chorus)

4. Mrs. Hudson is not immune. Her red top with rhinestones is strewn. They spell "JOLLY" and then "HOLLY" With tinsel gilt festoon. (Chorus)

5. Mycroft's proudly shaking his tum, Wearing coins that drape to his bum! Sequins, patching, gold yarn thatching Someone has spiked his rum. *coughgregcough*

Last Chorus: O-oh! Everyone is good and drunk. Every jumper was pure junk! But there's cheering, more than jeering, This whole contest's a slam-dunk!

@helloliriels @friday411 @totallysilvergirl @calaisreno @naefelldaurk

[ineffablesheets]

John, glaring: Sherlock, you’ve ‘borrowed’ my jumper again, haven’t you?

Sherlock, wearing said jumper: It’s soft, John. It understands me.

[mystery-star]

Russell Crowe as John Biebe in Mystery, Alaska (1999)