#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

[putridcrow]

years later he continues to babysit him

took inspiration for sherlock's hat from @barachiki

more self indulgent john in an ushanka under cut

[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

[autistic-danieljackson]

John: Ford isn’t allowed to name anything.

Also John: These are our wraiths Bob and Steve.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 23 - First Birthday

@wolfstarmicrofic January 23, word count 829

Remus’s birthday was fast approaching. It would be the first of his small group of friends that he’d be celebrating, as he’d been in the shrieking shack on Sirius’s birthday and missed the celebrations. But for his birthday the moon would barely be a sliver in the sky, so he could celebrate all he wanted.

James had promised him a cake. He’d asked his mum to bake and send one just for Remus, in his favourite flavour, chocolate, of course. Remus couldn’t wait. 

The day arrived, and while he still had to go to class, he didn’t mind so much as he had Transfiguration, Charms and Defence Against the Dark Arts, all of which he was quite good at, and no potions. So far, it was a pretty good birthday.  

“Happy Birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, our dear Remus. Happy birthday to you,” Sirius, James and Peter chorused around him after they’d dragged him up to their dorm room and sat him on a cushion on the floor. James had a massive chocolate cake in his hands that he shoved in Remus’s face so he could blow out the candles. Sirius cut them big slices, and they balanced the plates on their laps while they dug in messily with their fingers. 

Once they were finished and had cleaned up, Sirius plonked himself down in Remus’s lap. It had taken Remus a while to get used to how touchy-feely Sirius was. James had told him he thought it was because Sirius was a bit touch-starved and was overcompensating, now that he’d figured out he could hug people. He basically draped himself over James any chance he got, sometimes in class. So Remus had made the effort not to tense up every time Sirius touched him, mainly for Sirius’s sake, but also because he secretly craved the light touches. For too long, the only person who’d hugged him or touched him was his mum. 

“I’ve got you a present,” Sirius beamed at him as he summoned a box from under his bed. Remus took it off him and awkwardly balanced it on Sirius’s lap, lifting the lid to reveal a whole collection of wizarding sweets. 

“Wow, Sirius, thank you,” He grinned, his hands already opening a chocolate frog box.

“Glad you liked it,” Sirius told him, wiggling in his lap so he could rest his head on Remus’s shoulder. Remus found it oddly comforting having Sirius’s weight on him. But all that went away when James shoved Sirius aside and dumped a box of Dr Filibuster's Fabulous Wet-Start, No-Heat Fireworks into his lap. 

“Wow, these are amazing, thank you, James,” Remus said, brushing his fingers over the image on the box. They’d find a good use for these over the next few weeks, he bet. Peter shuffled forward and held out a lumpy package wrapped in brown paper. 

“Mum made this for you,” He mumbled, and Remus tore off the paper. It was a brown jumper with an intricate cable pattern on the front and around the cuffs. 

“Wow, Pete, this is, this is, wow, I love it,” He told Peter, pulling his robes off so he could put the jumper on. 

He hugged himself, appreciating the soft wool and the warmth it brought him.

“Do you really?” Peter asked in surprise. 

“Yeah, I really do. Tell your mum thank you, will ya?” Peter nodded profusely. Sirius dumped the fireworks on the floor and took his place back on Remus’s lap. 

“Godrics beard, that jumper is soft,” He nuzzled into Remus, knocking him over as he tried to feel all the jumper at once. 

“Get off you nutter.” Remus laughed as Sirius started tickling him. 

“Hey, Pete, why didn’t I get one of these for my birthday?” Sirius asked in mock outrage. Peter turned bright red. 

“Er, erm, er…” He spluttered. “I can ask Mum if she’ll make you one too?” 

“Aww, would you? Such a treasure. For now, I’ll just steal Remus’s,” He declared as he tried to get inside it with Remus still wearing it. 

“Will you get off? James!” Remus called out for help and James dragged Sirius out, threw him on his bed and rolled him up in his duvet. Problem solved. Remus dug around his box of sweets and pulled out some peppermint imps and chewed on them while James told the story of the time his dad tried to sew his mum's favourite dress back together after they’d accidentally ripped it, and he’d sewn it to his robes and had to wait for his mum to get back to help so they didn’t ruin the dress further. 

Remus went to sit next to the slightly disgruntled-looking Sirius and fed him Fizzing Whizzbees to cheer him up. 

When he got into bed that night, it was with a smile on his face. He’d loved every second of his birthday and couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have friends like he did. 

[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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[malpractisnt]

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

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

[wdymidekn]

BEBE!!!!

LOOK AT HER!!!!

[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.

[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: ...

[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

[mystery-star]

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