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Sigh.

Let’s all take a moment to mourn the disappearance of Hot Prison Vicar’s abs, which seem to have been devoured by yet another atrocity of knitting.

Is that stain in the bottom right corner blood or communion wine? It doesn’t matter.

Really, Tom. You and Trixie only started dating a few months ago — you cannot afford to let yourself go yet. Trixie is an intelligent, beautiful, fashion-forward woman (just look at that fabulous little black dress. A+, girl).

I want your relationship to succeed, so…

You need to step it up, and take it off.

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Our very first introduction to Dr. Turner and his multicolored ties that never seem to match anything else in his wardrobe.

That must the reason that other doctor is giving him the side-eye.

….But the joke is on you, Dr. McSnobbyton, because while your bow tie may match your impeccable suit, you don’t get to marry a gorgeous ex-nun two series later. In fact, you never even make another appearance.

Should have worn a different tie that day, man. 

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Episode 4.1: Patrick Turner and the Perfectly Appropriate Cake Caper.

After a routine check-up yields less than stellar results, Shelagh is forced to make drastic changes to Patrick’s diet — no more sweets. But rather than give up the habit, Patrick dons one.

Well, at least it’s not another jumper.

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Now, if we’re talking fanfic prompts, The Hidden Talents of Tom Hereward sounds like a great smutty fanfic title. Any takers?

P.S.: Tune in next week when Patrick tries to impress Shelagh by employing his origami frog-making skills toward folding the laundry….and ends up with nappy duty for a week.

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doctor-shelagh:

😍😍😍 Cant wait for season 4!

If they’re filming the Christmas Special now, this means probably a heavy coat and some ugly knitted thing as well.
Oh dear.

doctor-shelagh:

😍😍😍
Cant wait for season 4!

If they’re filming the Christmas Special now, this means probably a heavy coat and some ugly knitted thing as well.

Oh dear.

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like-an-officer-and-a-sergeant:

I just realized a perfect solution to the horrible sweaters of Dr Turner. Just bring knitting to his brother The Other Doctor. He can provide better sweaters.

(via taracynara)

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Patrick Turner, asking nuns perfectly dangerous questions since 1958.
And it only takes him another three episodes to get the answer.

Patrick Turner, asking nuns perfectly dangerous questions since 1958.

And it only takes him another three episodes to get the answer.

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It’s called a smartphone…

I use it to get on the Internet…

Mostly to blog photos of Patrick Turner’s horrible fashion choices…



Timothy totally gets it and thinks it’s cool. Patrick and Shelagh…not so much.

It’s called a smartphone…

I use it to get on the Internet…

Mostly to blog photos of Patrick Turner’s horrible fashion choices…

Timothy totally gets it and thinks it’s cool. Patrick and Shelagh…not so much.

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smcganns:

this is like hipster!smcganns or something

Reasons Patrick Turner is having a bad day:

— His car won’t start

— He’s out of Henleys

— He’s got a stain on the front of his favorite vomit-colored jumper

— He thought a certain nun might have smiled at him that morning, but turns out she was smiling at Timothy instead.

— The Internet called him a hipster

— There are still approximately 250 days until the Call the Midwife Christmas Special

(Source: nevermorecertain, via bannatnd)

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"I’m sorry I’m late, I couldn’t find a decent tie."

annabatesinamaidsoutfit:

Someone needs to get rid of his ties and buy him good ones.

(Source: a-pudding-head-in-221b)

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aljohnsonwrites:

Costco offering Patrick Turner jumpers on special….

They were having a special!: A short Call the Midwife AU modern day fanfic
Angela wouldn’t stop crying. She’d been bawling for nearly an hour — ever since Patrick and Tim left for the store — and Shelagh couldn’t figure out why. She was just about to give up and start crying herself when she heard the front door open and saw her husband and stepson returning, shopping bags in hand.
"Oh thank goodness, you’re back," she said, shifting the screaming baby to her other hip. "Did you get the nappies?"
"Yep and the formula and…" Patrick reached into the bag and pulled out a stack of jumpers with a flourish. "These. They were on special."
Shelagh sighed. “Oh, Patrick. I thought we agreed — no buying clothes in bulk. You’re a respected doctor, there is no reason for you to wear clothes from Costco.”
"They’re not that bad," he said, slipping an odd-colored brown one over his shirt.
"It isn’t even straight at the bottom," Tim said, making a face. "And one of those sleeves is shorter than the other."
"Well, they’re just for around the house," Patrick said. "Angela was sick on the last one and ruined it."
Ruined is a strong word, Shelagh thought. The jumper had been close to vomit-colored already. But she was too worn out to argue. “All right. Can you hand me a nappy? I think she needs a change.”
"Let me take her. You look worn out, love. Tim can put away the rest of the shopping." 
Shelagh gratefully handed Angela over to her father and the child instantly quieted.
"See?" he said, slinging a bag of nappies over his free arm. "She just missed her daddy."
Shelagh watched him coo over his daughter as he disappeared down the hall to the nursery. For that, she loved him, odd jumpers and all.  
She collapsed on the sofa. “Thank you, Tim. Why didn’t you watch him?”
"He ran off while I was getting crisps. I can’t keep track of him all the time."
"I thought I’d gotten rid of all the bad jumpers," she said, yawning. "But they never end, do they?"
Tim plopped down beside her with an open packet of crisps. “Don’t worry Mum. Angela got sick or dribbled milk on the last three. Maybe she’ll ruin these, too.”
"Perhaps you’re right," she said, taking a handful of crisps.
On cue, they heard Patrick’s frustrated groan from the nursery. “Oh, Angie. This was new.”
Shelagh smirked. “That’s my girl.”

aljohnsonwrites:

Costco offering Patrick Turner jumpers on special….

They were having a special!: A short Call the Midwife AU modern day fanfic

Angela wouldn’t stop crying. She’d been bawling for nearly an hour — ever since Patrick and Tim left for the store — and Shelagh couldn’t figure out why. She was just about to give up and start crying herself when she heard the front door open and saw her husband and stepson returning, shopping bags in hand.

"Oh thank goodness, you’re back," she said, shifting the screaming baby to her other hip. "Did you get the nappies?"

"Yep and the formula and…" Patrick reached into the bag and pulled out a stack of jumpers with a flourish. "These. They were on special."

Shelagh sighed. “Oh, Patrick. I thought we agreed — no buying clothes in bulk. You’re a respected doctor, there is no reason for you to wear clothes from Costco.”

"They’re not that bad," he said, slipping an odd-colored brown one over his shirt.

"It isn’t even straight at the bottom," Tim said, making a face. "And one of those sleeves is shorter than the other."

"Well, they’re just for around the house," Patrick said. "Angela was sick on the last one and ruined it."

Ruined is a strong word, Shelagh thought. The jumper had been close to vomit-colored already. But she was too worn out to argue. “All right. Can you hand me a nappy? I think she needs a change.”

"Let me take her. You look worn out, love. Tim can put away the rest of the shopping." 

Shelagh gratefully handed Angela over to her father and the child instantly quieted.

"See?" he said, slinging a bag of nappies over his free arm. "She just missed her daddy."

Shelagh watched him coo over his daughter as he disappeared down the hall to the nursery. For that, she loved him, odd jumpers and all.  

She collapsed on the sofa. “Thank you, Tim. Why didn’t you watch him?”

"He ran off while I was getting crisps. I can’t keep track of him all the time."

"I thought I’d gotten rid of all the bad jumpers," she said, yawning. "But they never end, do they?"

Tim plopped down beside her with an open packet of crisps. “Don’t worry Mum. Angela got sick or dribbled milk on the last three. Maybe she’ll ruin these, too.”

"Perhaps you’re right," she said, taking a handful of crisps.

On cue, they heard Patrick’s frustrated groan from the nursery. “Oh, Angie. This was new.”

Shelagh smirked. “That’s my girl.”

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It’s Friday, and on Fridays we wear the dancing waistcoat.

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Appreciation post for Shelagh’s adorable skirt suits. Now that she’s most likely a full-time mother, we probably won’t be seeing them anymore — and that navy one was so cute.

Not as cute as Baby Angela’s toes, though. 

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