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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.

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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. 

(I don’t know who this GIF belongs to. If it’s your work, good job! Claim it and I’ll give you credit)

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Clap clap.

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Welcome to the fandom, Man in the Khaki Jacket. Pretty sure you’re the only person in Poplar who needs these lessons, bless you.

(Don’t take notes on Dr. T’s sweater vests though. He’s the one that needs lessons there)

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Appreciation post for Trixie’s weirdly fashionable green dress, with its zigzag zipper front, which is clearly designed to distract Hot Prison Vicar from his dinner. 

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vivalaabsolution:

Also A+ for clothing effort this week Patrick

He’s come so far from this:

Slow clap.

(via nevermorecertain)

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greetingsdr:

sincerelyrobink:

Has anyone else noticed the parallel between this terrible movie and our favorite doctor?
In other news, I’ve completely given up on life.

BEST THING EVER

And pretty much every woman in Poplar with a pulse and most of the fandom.

greetingsdr:

sincerelyrobink:

Has anyone else noticed the parallel between this terrible movie and our favorite doctor?

In other news, I’ve completely given up on life.

BEST THING EVER

And pretty much every woman in Poplar with a pulse and most of the fandom.

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Dr. Turner attempts to teach sex ed, Part Two.

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aljohnsonwrites:

perfectlyappropriateties:

Sister Monica Joan: Not impressed.

Patrick: But I tried. I’m wearing a waistcoat and a halfway decent tie. Shelagh gave this tie a 7.

Sister Monica Joan: Not impressed. 

In which Sister MJ remains the one person immune to the charms of a good waistcoat.

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As a follow up to this excellent post from perfectlyappropriateties a little mini-fic….

“Seven.”

“Seven?”

“And that’s only just.”

“But this one follows the rules – it’s dark and the pattern isn’t too busy and the colours complement each other”

“It is indeed dark, and the pattern is indeed ‘not too busy’, and, as you have noted, the colours do complement each other.”

“So why is it only a seven?”

“The pattern is too big”

“Too big?”

“Too big.”

“Shelagh! How am I supposed to understand if you keep on adding rules?”

“Patrick, it is very simple. I can make whatever rules I like. You agreed.”

Shelagh smiled at Patrick, kneeling up on the bed and beckoning with her finger towards Patrick. He moved towards her, the black tie with the yellow patterning held limply now between his fingers. As his knees hit the edge of the bed he stopped, and Shelagh wrapped her arms around him, running her fingers through his already messy hair.

“I agreed to let you tell me what you thought. I didn’t realise it would be this, well, this brutal.”

Shelagh pulled Patrick closer, kissing him lightly on the lips. Patrick responded by deepening the kiss, his hands moving to wrap around Shelagh’s waist, the tie dropping to rest on the duvet. Shelagh broke the kiss and smiled at Patrick.

“Patrick, darling, I love you very much, but some of your fashion choices are, frankly, questionable. You have a position of standing within the community. I am just trying to ensure that you maintain your public image.”

“But only seven?”

“Yes”

“I thought this was one of the better ones.”

“It is.”

“Oh. But I haven’t shown you all the others yet.”

“Patrick, I have seen your others. We had been working together for some time. And over the last year, I may have become somewhat unusually focused on your sartorial choices.”

“Shelagh Mannion, were you admiring me from afar?”

“I’m not sure ‘admiring’ is the word I would use for those ties”

“You are….”

“I am, what?”

“You are, delightful” he exclaimed, kissing her once more. “So this one is acceptable to wear in public?”

“Yes. That one is fine”

“But not the red and green and cream one?”

“Definitely not.”

“But you said, you said that was ‘perfectly appropriate’ for the Board.”

“Stuffed shirts the lot of them. And I was being polite.”

“Polite! Did you lie to me? And you a nun!”

“Shocking Doctor Turner, shocking! What are you to do with me?”

“I’m going to marry you.”

“Oh good. How many days?”

“Four.”

“Yes, four.”

He kissed her again, and as they both willingly deepened the kiss Shelagh found herself gently manoeuvred onto her back, the high-scoring tie being crushed beneath her. As Patrick aligned himself next to Shelagh, she found her arms instinctively wrapping her arms around him, as they held each other tighter. Their kisses grew more languid, before Shelagh pulled back, raising one hand up to trace the line of Patrick’s jaw.

“Now, about your jumpers…..”  

Giggles.

This fic gets a 10….which is not the score Shelagh gave Patrick’s jumpers, by the way.

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Phillip Worth has only been in Poplar 2 seconds, but he knows what’s up. So does Hot Prison Vicar. Get with the program, Patrick.