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Your Fave is Problematic: Constable Turnbull
Canadian
is named Renfield
likes country music
ASSASSIN SANTA
sleeps with a small plush wolf
takes secrecy orders very seriously
fails to ask Francesca out on a second date
manages to be less sane than Constable Fraser
doesnât look before crossing the street
Constable Turnbull: Everybody hit the deck! ASSASSIN SANTA COMING THROUGH!
Clearly this is a day out for the staff of the Canadian Consulate, but someone invited Ray along anyway.
((It was Turnbull.))
Your hair, Ray, is magnificent.Â
Using the new GIF function, search your faceclaim and post the first gif that shows up
End Of The Universe [Open Roleplay]
âGood because it looks to me as though Iâm going to baby sit you.â He grimaced. âNow. I donât believe I have your name. How rude of me.â He pulled a lever and the TARDIS gave a heavy lurch, travelling through the vortex quickly.
He didnât comment on that, used to that kind of dismissal. Not that he doesnât suspect that itâs accurate. âConstable Turnbull, sir,â he said, before keeping himself from falling over.Â
End Of The Universe [Open Roleplay]
âI have been told the End of the universe is a wonderful view.â Braxiatel spoke calmly, sipping his whiskey. He had been pushed over the edge. He wasnât the Time-Lord he used to be all those centuries ago when he had been exiled from Gallifrey. Enough was enough. âLetâs go and see it.â
âI donât know about that, sir,â the fresh-faced Constable Turnbull looked overwhelmed by the offer. âI do have duties to perform. Perhaps Inspector Thatcher might be better?â
âOh now, now.â Braxiatel tutted as he flickered his hands across the controls of his Type-80 TARDIS. âYou are here with me now. You cannot back out now, surely?â
He looked perplexed by the very question. âI was supposed to watch you, sir,â he said, finally. Which was an error in judgement on Thatcherâs part. But she probably wanted to get rid of him as she hit on the Spanish Ambassador.Â
Braxiatel studied the man more carefully. âReally? Are you my baby sitter now?â He gave a dramatic sigh. âYou know, I can take perfectly care of myself. I am quite capable of that thank you very much.â
He remembered how his last âbaby sittingâ job ended up with him tied up on the floor. The children were spirited⌠âAh, no sir,â he replied hurriedly. âIâm sure youâre capable.â
End Of The Universe [Open Roleplay]
âI have been told the End of the universe is a wonderful view.â Braxiatel spoke calmly, sipping his whiskey. He had been pushed over the edge. He wasnât the Time-Lord he used to be all those centuries ago when he had been exiled from Gallifrey. Enough was enough. âLetâs go and see it.â
âI donât know about that, sir,â the fresh-faced Constable Turnbull looked overwhelmed by the offer. âI do have duties to perform. Perhaps Inspector Thatcher might be better?â
âOh now, now.â Braxiatel tutted as he flickered his hands across the controls of his Type-80 TARDIS. âYou are here with me now. You cannot back out now, surely?â
He looked perplexed by the very question. âI was supposed to watch you, sir,â he said, finally. Which was an error in judgement on Thatcherâs part. But she probably wanted to get rid of him as she hit on the Spanish Ambassador.Â
End Of The Universe [Open Roleplay]
âI have been told the End of the universe is a wonderful view.â Braxiatel spoke calmly, sipping his whiskey. He had been pushed over the edge. He wasnât the Time-Lord he used to be all those centuries ago when he had been exiled from Gallifrey. Enough was enough. âLetâs go and see it.â
âI donât know about that, sir,â the fresh-faced Constable Turnbull looked overwhelmed by the offer. âI do have duties to perform. Perhaps Inspector Thatcher might be better?â
Welcome to Canada - JackyMedan
3D animation I made of a Mountie (looking like Turnbull) taking off his hat and bowing :)
There it is, I finally did it. I finally uploaded my geniusly as school assignment disguised 3D Mountie fanart to AO3. Iâm still pretty pleased with this (and silently cackling to myself, because my teacher loved it so much he gave me and A+ for it hahaha wow)
seascribe replied to your post:Okay, I looked at your Due South tag, and you did seem to like some episodes from Seasons 1 and 2. You also mentioned that Ray Veccchio deserves more love than youâve been giving him, and youâre right about that. Which is why I donât understand why you included Turnbull, and not RayV, in your â10 things I love about Due South that have nothing to do with F/Kâ list. And I think that some of those gifs in that list arenât from Seasons 1-2. I donât remember those scenes.
This is me, stealing ALL of your Turnbull gifs, oh yes. Sorry the anon is giving you a hard time. Sheâll go away if you ignore her.
Yeah.. if Iâll get any more replies that indicate that he/she clearly doesnât understand/care where I stand on the matter and that they wonât âagree to disagreeâ, I will probably just proceed to ignore them. I just needed to vent my opinion on the matter a bit, but I believe I have made my point quite clear now, so⌠Iâm done.
Those werenât even ALL of my Turnbull gifs btw:
I think that about covers the ones I left out of the anon replies.. I have an unhealthy amount of Turnbull gifs.. but somehow it still doesnât feel like I have enough.. :â)
sproid replied to your post:Donât you like anything about Due South except for F/K?
Excellent things to like about due South! AND you are perfectly entitled to prefer to draw F/K slash and have them be your OTP (thought Iâd throw that in there as probably unneeded reassurance).
sproid replied to your post:Okay, I looked at your Due South tag, and you did seem to like some episodes from Seasons 1 and 2. You also mentioned that âŚ
TURNBULL. I started out finding him annoying, but he grew on me. Everything you said about RayV, RayK, and loving the show regardless of which one of them you ship with Fraser is 100% right by the way.
Thank you :3
In the first episode Turnbull makes an appearance he really is quite annoying haha (even Fraser is clearly a 100% done with him even though he is usually patience personified, lol) but he is annoying and weird in an adorable way :â) I mean.. look at him:
with his stuffed animal
getting all emotional
looking fierce
poor bby <3
with his yellow rubber gloves omfg haha <3
covered in ratatouille
with his face - just agdasjf I canât <3
being used as a place to hide the key to the consulate
loving his picture of the queen
running around in his underwear in front of tourists
I just love him so much
Iâm sorry.. I canât stop spamming Turnbull pics agdsghf
More Turnbull - requested - [part 1]
This is like theatre of the absurd, only genuinely really funny rather than just perplexing in a way that makes you ask yourself long, hard questions about the French and the philosophical gulf that forever separates us.
yesssss this is awesome thank you thank you thank you!
(Also, deputyâs comments are A+ per usual)
If Turnbull is just fucking with him or if heâs genuinely asking Fraser a question, Fraser does not have time for this shit.
((I think it's a little of both? I think it's mostly hypothetical 'what if, though?' and he hasn't noticed that connective bit of logic that means the question is mute. He knows he doesn't need to ask the question though.))
Happy Birthday, Dean McDermott! :3
Open roleplay - Amalthea
She shook her head, bemused. âI do not understand you, or this world. I used to believe I knew all I needed to know. But nowâŚnow I know nothing.â She put up a weary hand to her forehead, to the place where her horn used to be. Now there was just a small pink mark.Â
Her hand came down again, and she took the cup in both hands.
"Thank you."
She sniffed it cautiously first, through her dulled human sense of smell, before taking a small tentative sip.Â
No one ever does. Turnbull was used to being told that they don't understand him, usually pitying him at the same time. There didn't seem like he can do anything about that. "Then I guess you can learn all over again!" he smiled cheerfully. Despite his dyscalculia, he enjoyed learning. It felt to him like arming himself against the world.
"You're welcome, ma'am," he replied, waiting for her verdict.
Open roleplay - Amalthea
"I have had many years to appreciate the world, and to watch as the things I appreciate die and wither and fade. And now I am dying and afraid. What good is appreciation now, when I am to die, unless it can help me not die? I do not understand. Is that something mortals do? Be thankful for the things which are of no use to them when they are dying?"Â
She gave a quick nod. âIf it is a good as you say, I shall try it. Thank you, Constable.â Â Â
"No, ma'am, they get famous," he replied. "Or infamous. But the world isn't here to be of use to you. It's here because it is here. If people would stop valuing things through how useful it is to them, maybe they'd be better off."
Turnbull pulls out a flask and hands her the plastic cup before pouring out the tea. "Here you go."
Open roleplay - Amalthea
"But how does that knowledge help me? I shall die either way. Unless you are suggesting I should try to turn myself into jellyfish?"
She did not smile back. She saw no reason to be happy, though her expression did not seem too troubled either. Her fear was caged inside her, like the unicorn was. Her eyes showed no fear and no tears. Only her shaking hands and fragile voice gave her away.Â
But she had changed back before. The unicorn was not gone, just lost. She could get her true shape back again. She held onto those thoughts, for they were the only thing which so far gave her comfort.Â
"Tea? What is tea?" she asked, confused. If she recognised that word, she couldnât remember what it was, or where she had heard it from before.
She nodded, âThis body loses warmth far more easily than my old body,â she replied. âYet I do not mind it.âÂ
"Ma'am, you need to appreciate the world you're a part of, not dismiss it if it's not of use to you," he replied.Â
She has clearly been deprived. "Tea is a wonderful drink! It's hot and it makes you feel better. Tea will also keep you warm."
