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swearronchanel · 7 years

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4.03 to kill some time

I’m so stressed *no surprise* and I’m very much over this semester even though there’s 6 more weeks lol but I’m going to do what I do best before I go to my last class: avoid my problems and responsibilities & watch call the midwife (4.03 won the episode roulette) and post my trash commentary™..

How many series has Fred been in charge of these volunteer whatever’s and I still don’t know the proper name/title??

LOL @ the shrieks but I feel, rats are nasty af. There’s so many in the train stations in nyc it’s gross

Phyllis !! back when I didn’t really like her omg I was a fool

Sister MJ so pure lol, she doesn’t wanna poison the rats

fuck that tho kill em all

Here comes Trixie 😍 my bby & her fabulous pyjamas. I want them 😭

Ivy from downton abbey out here, I forgot she was Mrs Amos

Imagine if someone actually relevant from downton guest starred on ctm? That’d be lit

Hey Pats

“Baby at the surgery?” LOL Phyllis was such a bitch to my bby Shelagh in the beginning tbh 😂😂 it’s fine all is forgiven, i love her now. BESIDES THEY HUGGED & SHELAGH CALLED HER A FRIEND & IT WAS SO SWEET

Angela is so precious w/ her ears that stick out lol

Dysentery yikes

Phyllis gets shit done though. I love it

Noted: Patsy says “garage” funny & Patrick says “recourses” funny. Idk if it’s just the accent and I’m a childish American or if they just say it weird?? prob the former

I hate watching this online because there are no subtitles 😭😭

like I know this random bitch in the clinic just said something rude about the Irish family but it’s not clear !

my bby shelagh so precious even explaining how to properly wash your hands

but I hope they burned that blue dress though. She’s too pretty to wear ugly clothes !! 😭😍

Shelagh’s so nice & patient 😂like if I was her I would’ve told Phyllis to keep it pushing and that I got it covered

Helen George slays every hair style, I freaking wish

Oh shit I forgot Tom & Trixie were engaged here haha

I’m slightly uncomfortable 😂

I forgot about this storyline, I feel so sad for the Mcavoys

Patsy’s outfit 😍 I love it

sister MJ out here trying to capture the rats to set them free 😂

I still don’t really get what the Rose Queen thing is/how it works

this poor Irish family can’t catch a break

Oh shit wait this is when Tony gets set up right, well it seemed like a set up.

damn though Tony was really about to get it with this guy in a public bathroom?? hm never mind

But it was so suspicious that the guy didn’t immediately break away & then didn’t even say anything, just blew that damn whistle?? no coñfio

I swear it was a set up but anyways

I knew you could be arrested for being gay at the time in the uk but it’s still wild to me when I watched this episode. Like how fucked up? To be deemed a criminal for wanting to be with someone of the same sex. I’m pretty sure it’s still like that in some countries too. Insane

But still fucked up of Tony, like you’re married. Can’t defend cheating

See Trixie agrees, we don’t like cheaters

“No dark secrets girls, not if you value your life”

Marie’s dad said “garage” the same way, maybe it’s the accent

Aw my bbys are back on screen

“Surely with nurse crane on the warpath, dysentery doesn’t stand a chance” hell yea, Phyllis👏🏼can👏🏼take👏🏼on👏🏼 anything

But I’m glad Shelagh solves the mystery because it was rather dull when she wasn’t doing much & she’s too good for that!

“I thought I might assist you in a manner of a Dr Watson” SHE’S SO CUTE 💖

yea okay lady you tell yourself it’s a decent street bc there’s no Irish

prejudice boils my blood

“..I’m always very careful, especially with an accent” lol um you all have accents ???

I forgot for a second that they prob don’t consider anyone to have accents because they live there lol, same way I swear I don’t have an accent until someone that’s not from nyc calls it out😭 But Shelagh’s accent is obviously different too ?? Besides I think the Irish family is easier to understand than some of the local people ?? Hmm. I’m not even going to bother figuring it out, whatever. The woman lied and you’re still perfect Shelagh

But I approve of the navy blue suit. Her lighter blue dress wasn’t a look

Babs was kind of irrelevant here tbh lol

Tom whispering “I’m in love with you” to Trixie like same, who isn’t. Beatrix is a dream

“Who knows what undesirable will be purged next?” *clenches fist* aghh, I wish it was the nasty stale cheeto running my country

Lol omg Fred’s small glasses

Aw sister Julienne, she hasn’t been in this episode much 😭

Jenny Agutter is so great and I’m still not over the fact that she loves rap & especially Eminem. Like I need a video of her singing “shake that ass for me”😂😂 I’d die.

poor Mr Amos 💔

More dinner table scenes in series 7, I love when the majority of the cast is together

Omg how awful/ sacrilegious of me is it to ask that someone make an edit of the the last supper with the Call the midwife cast 😭😭

Eh I’ve said/done worse, god forgive me lol *does the cross, en el nombre del padre, y del hijo y espiritu santo*

Agreed Babs, Mr Amos is so good looking 😭😉

“Don’t make that your criteria for men. My mother always said find a plain man, he’ll be eternally grateful and never stray” LMAOO PHYLLIS I LOVE YOU

my mother tells me “find a rich man because you’re high maintenance and can’t afford it” 😂😂 .. still working on that

“I always thought the essence of crime is that some harm is done to someone” right SIster MJ!?😭

Okay sister W, the Bible says it’s a sin but the Bible condemns a lot of things. Like the doesn’t the Bible even say don’t mix clothing fabrics lol

“Well quite frankly, I thought we fought a war of fascism. And that’s exactly what this is, telling people who they can and can not love” yes Trixie👏🏼 that’s my bby

Patsy sitting there so uncomfortable aww

I don’t think the show has touched on homosexuality since this episode?? are we thinking someone else with find out about Patsy and Delia in series 7?? so curious

Netflix cut this Turner scene, just like they cut most of their cute scenes like how dare they

“Patrick, you’ll think me naive..” she’s so innocent

“I supposed it’s how we made things..There isn’t much room for a different way”

SHELAGH’S REACTION WHEN PATRICK SAYS KINSYS REPORT STATES A “GOOD DEAL OF MEN HAVE HAD HOMOSEXUAL THOUGHTS” KILLS ME EVERY.TIME😂😂

Once again Laura Main proving she’s the queen of facial expressions

“We should live and let live” Patrick’s not here to judge & I’m glad

Do judges or whatever they’re called in the U.K. still wear those wigs?

Oh shit he was a constable I didn’t remember that

Trixie and Phyllis is the dynamic I am here™ for

right after Trixie & Shelagh but I’ll leave that be for now, you know my feelings

3 series of Phyllis’s barley sugar mentions & I still don’t know what the hell they are

And considering my phone is on me just about all the time you’d think I would’ve googled it by now ??

Poor Patrick trying to speak and being shut up

I don’t like his hair gelled down though. But he’s stopped that thankfully

remembering people really think you can “cure homosexuality” again, wild

omg ew what kind of bug was that *cringes*

Lol that baby does not look like a new born

they’re giving Tony estrogen wtf

Phyllis is right yikes that hostile belongs in the past

How is Patrick comfortable eating in there

Phyllis has been scolding Patrick on his eating habits since 1960😂

Phyllis and Trixie sharing a room and both have towels wrapped around their heads 😂😭 I love it

Omg Trixie is helping Phyllis with her Spanish I forgot

“I have a great desire to go to Spain one day..” LET PHYLLIS GO TO SPAIN 2k18/1963 !!

Phyllis calling out Trixie’s drinking..

She notices everything

Trixie taking the new rose queens glasses off lol, just like she lowkey wanted Shelagh to take her glasses off during the wedding

Who does this lady think she is banishing people from the community centre??

“Small mindedness has no place here” yes Pats

Ok Fred’s group is called the CDC, but what does that stand for

“A man can be too clean” wait why does she think there’s a correlation between cleanliness and being gay??

Poor Mrs Amos 😭 I feel bad for them both though

“Am I the only one who doesn’t despise them?” Aww Patsy

“Of course not, I just don’t think it’s our battle to fight” .. “who will then?” !!!!!! Thisssss. Still relevant today. Can’t stay silent

Trixie in another pair of fabulous pyjamas. I want them!

Ok but for real when is Trixie going to find out about Patsy and Delia ??

Sister J is so cute lol & her suggesting Phyllis to go with Patrick like hell yes

Another duo I’m here for 😂

I need Phyllis in my life, she’d set me straight and would give advice when I need it

Honestly I need her voice on a recording to play back whenever I make bad decisions 😂😂

Oh shit they graffitied The Amos’ door

Mr Amos is trying to take his life while his wife is bringing another life into the world ..

aw I’m tearing. Marie’s dad stopping Tony & telling him he has a daughter

“Best advice I ever received. When in the path of an unstoppable force it’s always best to surrender” PHYLLIS FU*KING CRANE LADIES & GENTLEMEN, A HERO AND ACTUAL GEM

And my bby Shelagh solving the mystery of the dysentery outbreak! She’s Also a gem 💕

“Elementary” “My dear Watson”😭😭😍❤️ bbys!

Patrick and Phyllis celebrating their victory omg so golden

“..And if anyone doesn’t like it then they can go home and stew in their own mean spiritedness..” yes Trixie that’s my bby!

Cue Vanessa “..We can protect all that we have”

Sister MJ yelling at the little boys aww 😭😂 “we are all gods creatures” ..“some are easier to love than others” ..“it’s the others that need us most!”

I just need Sister MJ protected at every cost, please!!

“But that place which we call home must be the place in which we are ourselves with no facade, no foundations weak, below us. Only then can we face outwards with our heads held high, claim the roles assigned to us, with open, honest hearts.. ”

Maybe I should google the rose queen too, is this a real thing?

Patsy holding Tony’s hand 😭

Everyone ended up clapping ugh my heart 😢

why does ctm always make me so emotional ? literally gold in television form. & it has ruined tv for me because there will never be a show greater than this

I want to watch another episode, but I have class in 10 mins ughh. ok bye guys. I dont have time to check my spelling and shit so bear with me and excuse it all

#my commentaries™#call the midwife #gets me through #everytime #you tired of me yet #??

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grumpyimmortalsnaillove-blog · 7 years

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Apocalypse, Please

Thump. Another body hit the dust.

Thump. And another.

When did it come down to this? How the hell did she get here? The Italian woman whirled around, her Beretta hot to the touch, and shoved the barrel of the gun into a diseased ridden, frothing mouth. The gun went off with a pop and another body was added to the pile at her feet. How long had she been at this? An hour? Several? Days?

“You are very experienced with killing. No wonder you could take out my guards so easily. I admire your skills…Fiammella.”

The dark-haired woman tossed a pointed glare in the direction of the speaker for a split moment. Fiammella. A pointless name she earned in her years of travel. She only allowed it because it was better than her real name, Zara Aquati, being whispered around the nation. Her attention turned back to the snarling matters at hand. If only she could find a break in this deadly dance, then maybe she could throw an actual dagger instead of a metaphorical one. As it was, the waves of undead was unrelenting and they certainly weren’t letting up despite the growing numbers of dead piling at the edges.

Ever since the former police officer entered The Den, things had gone from sketchy to complete shit storm in less than 24 hours. All because she broke a few of their rules. (Granted, they only had three.) But the one she broke was punishable by death. Don’t. Fuck. With the Denmother.

But Zara couldn’t help herself. Child trafficking. Senseless murder. A practical dictatorship. At first glance The Den seemed like a haven for the weary and the business savvy, but for any amateur sleuth- it was plain to see the darkness behind the false light. A few attempts at a lock, a well-timed guard, blunt trauma to the head and then she woke up to find herself inside a pit. All for trying to free the children held captive here. For that crime, she awoke in the Fighting Pit with the roar of jeers and drumming all around her. And the commanding voice of the head bitch in charge as she gave her guest an official welcome and an introduction for the night’s entertainment.

The rules were very simple. If you lived through the Pit, you were innocent and pardoned. Die…and you were found guilty. Depending on the crime, one could find themselves patrolling the trench…with all the other Zs. Punishments here were extended even after death.

So, what could she do besides fight? Though her muscles ached and her body screamed for relief, she pushed herself to fight harder. Her movements were getting sloppy but were becoming more aggressive. Her gun had run out of bullets and the clips on her hip were all empty. She had resorted to using her hunting knife and a sharpened mandible bone of a bovine that had been chucked at her near the start. An assassination attempt gone wrong. For them, at least.

After years of rigorous police training and clumsy experience in the apocalypse, the officer had become a well-versed dancer on the field. Her movements were always precise, quick and well thought out. The less stamina used, the better. But she was way past that. This dance had gone on for far too long and she was losing strength and focus. She hated close combat. She avoided it at all cost if she could. Putting forth the effort of bludgeoning her opponent was too taxing. Yet here she was. Using every muscle in her body just to pull through this fight alive. With every body added to the count- with every swing she took, she would pay it all back to the Denmother who stood watching in the box in the stands. She wasn’t exactly counting, but she would make damn sure she wasn’t moving after the first hit.

Zara could feel the Denmother’s eyes boring into her as she slashed through the onslaught of Zs. Watching and judging. It was said before that no one had ever survived the Pit. Well, this girl was going to make history for these savage heathens.

Finally, the Zs seemed to thin out. The gates on either side of her slowly lowered shut and it took all of her strength and will power not to collapse ontop of the bodies at her feet. She stood her ground and stared down the woman responsible. The crowd went from a deafening howl to a stunned silence. The Denmother was not much for conversation, but Zara could practically see the woman squirm beneath her dominating exterior for a source of words. Finally, she seemed to find them after an agonizing moment of awkward silence.

“Interesting. I have never seen someone with that much determination to live. Or with the skills to.” A light brow rose and Zara could faintly see the corners of her mouth lift into a smile. Zara could almost feel the blood in her veins begin to boil. This was all a game to her and her band of Wild Ones. Zara, the kids, life in general. They never looked beyond the span of a day and lived as if they would never see the sun rise again.

“That is because I don’t live for myself. I live to protect.” Zara hissed venomously through her teeth. Would it be murder to slay such a conniving, controlling bitch? She was seriously contemplating throwing her hunting knife at her. She was completely confident she could hit her mark.

“I see. None the less, you have survived The Pit and I am a woman of my word.” The crowd erupted with a slew of hisses and boos. She gracefully rose a sun kissed hand and the crowd fell silent once more. “We are honorable people, my Children. And this woman has paid her crimes and earned her freedom. As well as my respect.”

Zara looked around the stands. The stoic faces stared back at her with hard, unfeeling eyes through their war paint and colored dust. They didn’t want her there anymore than she wanted to be there. They wished for her death in that filthy, blood covered trench. And they were robbed of their ultimate entertainment for the evening. Zara never claimed to be an entertainer. She was a survivor.

The main gate to The Pit opened and two guards stood at the entrance. Zara cautiously walked between them. She clutched the handle of the knife and the bone until her knuckles turned white. The two guards wearing animal skin and covered head to toe in paint, flanked Zara and politely directed her towards the center of the city. They didn’t speak for the entire walk, but they didn’t have to. Zara knew exactly their destination and she preferred silence to idle chit chat anyways.

The three walked for what seemed like an hour until they arrived at some large historical looking building. After the fight and the long walk, Zara felt as if she were ready to collapse. She was walking sluggishly, dragging her feet with every step and the guards had taken notice. They slowed their pace to match hers and one even offered to carry her. She hardened her expression and growled out a refusal, but the offer confused her more so than humbling her. What were they playing at? Welcoming her to the city, bludgeoning her, throwing her in The Pit and then showing her hospitality?! The Den seemed like a fucked up place to her and she wasn’t entirely sure as to why the place gathered so much fame and praise from travelers.

Not wanting to speak, she kept her curiosity bottled within as she shuffled into the building with silence. Inside was lit with barrels of fire and strands upon strands of holiday lights. The Wild Ones did not want for much. They had most of what they wanted and needed right there. Electricity was one lavish luxury of The Den and they made a show of it by lighting the city up with thousands of lights and using every scrap of outdated tech they could scavenge.

The middle of the foyer seemed to be remodeled as a throne room of sorts, with a custom chair made of bone and rich cloth. In the throne sat the Denmother- her smoldering earthy eyes rested solely on Zara as she entered the room. Zara couldn’t read her expression but she didn’t seem happy, as one would say. The two guards that flanked her sides came up and put a hand on her shoulder-and forcibly pushed down.

Zara’s instincts kicked in. No matter how tired and aching her boy was, she took the right one’s hand and flipped him over her side and took the other’s arm and twisted. A crack echoed through the hall along with an ear curdling scream. The guards in the hall began to yell and surround her. Guns, spears, knives, and makeshift weapons were now all on her.

“Leave her.” The Denmother ordered as she rose from her throne and began to approach the assailant. Not one ounce of fear could be found on her poker-faced expression. Either she did not fear death or she was cocky enough to believe she could escape it. The guards at her side gave her a concerned look and she waved them away. They all begrudgingly left the hall, leaving Zara alone with the Denmother.

“Quite a performance. They call you Fiamella around the apocalypse. Little Flame. I see why now. You have a vivid spark that surrounds you. It’s quite fetching.”

“Enough bullshit. I didn’t come her for your praise.”

The Denmother smiled and let out a light chuckle at Zara’s temper. “No, indeed you did not. I came to make peace. Maybe we can help each other.”

“Ha. Maybe you should have thought of that before you threw me in the Pit,” Zara spat. This woman had nothing she wanted and there was no way in Hell that she would ever work for her. “Besides, you won’t agree to my terms. You won’t let the children go free, will you now?” Zara eyed her coldly.

The Denmother’s expression softened, as if Zara’s words wounded her. “Like so many before you, you wish to free the children. I only keep them for their own wellbeing-“

“Are you fucking insane? They are locked in cages!”

“Yes. For their protection.”

This made Zara’s mouth close. Protection? They looked like they were miserable and she had even seen firsthand how they were sold off to travelers. Her dark brows narrowed at the Denmother. The Denmother sighed, as if she had told this spiel a million times over. Though it was not so. She never explained her methods to anyone. But Zara was different. She was a force to be reckoned with and she did not wish to piss off the Italian any more than she already had- for fear of her people and what she stood for.

“I don’t just sell the children. I find them homes. Each person who buys a child from me signs a contract with me. They are to care for the child with decency. Some are sold as slaves, and some as companions. But even if they are sold as slaves, they are to be treated respectfully. I keep a record of all the children that pass these walls and, trust me, I do know if they are being mistreated. If they are, I send out a strike team to return to the child back to the Den.

The children are kept in cages because they are mischievous. Some have it in their heads that they are prisoners here and that they can make it out there on their own. Perhaps they can. But why take a chance when I can keep them safely locked away in here where there is food, shelter, human interaction. At a certain age, they have the choice to strike out on their own…or join as my children. Most stay within the Den. My methods may be harsh, Fiammella, but my reasons are just. If you disagree then fine. But do not get in my way.”

The Denmother slowly went back to her chair and sat down, tossing her long blonde curls over her shoulder as she did. Zara shifted her weight, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. The woman was a snob, but apparently not heartless. Zara looked down at her feet and began to chuckle. The Denmother took on an expression of utter confusion as she cocked her head to the side and eyed her carefully. It wasn’t often that Zara was wrong. She automatically assumed the worst of people in this god-forsaken world. Alive as they may have been, most were more of a monster than the Zs could ever be. She assumed the Denmother was one of them. A dictating cult leader who lead a band of murdering crazies. But perhaps she was wrong.

“Perhaps travelling alone has made you a bit…paranoid.” The Denmother chose her words carefully. “How about an able travelling companion, Fiammella? Or two.” They both looked at each other with guarded smiles.

A travelling companion? Zara had never thought about it. Travelling alone had its benefits, but so did traveling with a group. She looked up and shook her head after a moment of consideration. “No. I don’t need some kid to slow me down. I have-“

“These aren’t just children. Not the ones I am offering you,” The Denmother interrupted with a wry smile. She then stood and made way for a side exit, stopping only to beckon Zara to follow before disappearing behind the iron door. “Come.”

Zara paused, wondering if she should trust this woman. She didn’t seem to be on the offensive now and she was fairly certain she could escape any trap the Denmother may have in store. Zara wasn’t your average survivor after all. After a slight hesitation of deliberation, she shuffled forward and followed the Denmother out of the Hall. Perhaps one day she would learn to stifle her insatiable curiosity. But that would be on another day…

#apocalypseplease #littlekoreankitten

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