suddenly sunday

I’M SO ANGRY AT SWEDISH MEDIA THAT I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO START! OMG! SWEDEN IS BIGGER THAN STOCKHOLM AND YOU CANNOT JUST IGNORE TO REPORT ABOUT TWO BOMB THREATS AND ONE FUCKING EXPLOSION DESTROYING IMPORTANT INFRASTRUCTURE IN NORRBOTTEN JUST BECAUSE THE IDIOTS IN STOCKHOLM THINK NO ONE LIVES THERE! PEOPLE DO! AND THEY ARE BEING THREATENED WITH FUCKING BOMBS AND THE BOMB SQUAD WAS DISSOLVED YEARS AGO BECAUSE BUDGET CUTS AND STUPID DECISIONS MADE IN STOCKHOLM BY PEOPLE WHO HAVE NEVER BEEN NORTH OF GÄVLE!

anonymous asked:

Hey can you do a fic about Harvey reacting to the farmer's depression? Like she goes in for something dumb like a sprained ankle, cause she's a clutz, but it turns out there's more going on.

Of course! Here you go anon!

Harvey was busying himself in the office, as small town doctors often do, when the farmer burst through his doors suddenly one Sunday afternoon. Or, more accurately, the farmer hobbled, moaning and laughing the entire way, supported by Marnie.

“Delivery! One young lady with an ankle injury.”

The farmer giggled and lowered herself, gently, onto the clinic’s small bed.

“What happened here?” Harvey cracked a small smile, not wanting the farmer to think he was mocking her.

“I heard a yelp while I was milking the cows. Thought maybe it was a cat, but then it meowed my name.” Marnie grinned.

“Hey! That is NOT how it went down,” The farmer laughed. “Like always, I got too overconfident in myself when I was out weeding the farm land. I got overheated and…may or may not have fainted for a hot second,” She blushed furiously. Harvey and Marnie exchanged looks, laughing. “I’m dedicated!”

“But you’re here now. That’s good. Now we can get you patched up. And then you can get some rest, while you’re at it. It’s good that Marnie found you when she did.” 

Marnie gave them a quick wave and headed back towards the door.

“I’ll say. I only came when I heard the thump. It’s usually so quiet over by you so I got nervous. You take care of yourself now, okay? I hate having to worry about you.”

“Thanks for bringing me here. I appreciate it.” The farmer said. Marnie smiled and disappeared back into the lobby. Harvey slipped on a pair of plastic gloves, examining her as they spoke.

“You don’t need me to tell you that you have to stay hydrated.” The farmer sighed dramatically.

“I know, I know. I’m usually good about it, too. I don’t know…it was just a bit hotter outside than usual today.” She frowned as Harvey bandaged her ankle.

“Sprain. You’ll have to stay off of it for a few days. I’ll set you up with a pair of crutches so you can get around, but I really recommend you stay off it and keep icing. See if you can get Marnie or Shane to do some of your watering on the farm while you heal.”

“Ugh. The last thing I need is to spend more time isolated in my house.” The farmer mumbled.

“What’s that?” Harvey looked the farmer in the face. Perhaps he heard wrong.

“Oh, nothing. Just talking.” The farmer stared sullenly at the wall. Harvey didn’t know much about women, or about people in general, but he recognized the sinking feeling in his gut. Slowly, cautiously, he rose to the farmer’s eye level.

“Is everything okay?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Just, you know…I prefer to stay busy. I don’t like thinking too much. You know?” The farmer fidgeted. Harvey raised an eyebrow.

“That’s not normal, MC,” He said. The farmer frowned again, and immediately, Harvey realized the implication of his words. “I-I mean, normal is relative. Nobody is really normal, per se. I just mean that…that doesn’t sound like things are okay,” God, Harvey, shut up already, you’re making things worse. “Do you want to talk, MC?” Harvey forced himself to look at her face. Her eyes, to his surprise, were brimming with tears. 

“Maybe,” Her voice cracked. The farmer suddenly broke out into quiet, measured sobs. Before he could second-guess himself, Harvey rushed to pull her into a hug. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for this to happen. I’m such a mess.” The farmer wiped tears away from her flushed face. Harvey himself struggled to keep in his emotions. Her face, always filled with light and positivity, was now heavy, like a dark cloud just before a storm. His chest felt like it was crushing in on itself. Pain in its purest form was etched across her visage.

“Don’t apologize, MC. I’m a doctor. I went to school for 8 years so I could learn how to keep people healthy. That means physical health as well as mental health.” He smiled and rubbed her arm in comfort. She smiled weakly.

“I’m so fucking depressed, Harvey. I can’t spend more than a second in my own head without wanting to disappear.” She stared at her lap. The tears, already, had mysteriously dried themselves up. Her face almost looked like it usually did, once again. Perhaps her happiness really was that easy to slap on in the morning. Harvey sighed. He was so naive.

“I’ll tell you what. I have connections with a great therapist in Zuzu City. I’ll see if I can set something up. Maybe I can even bring them here to Pelican Town.” He smiled reassuringly. A hopeful smile pricked at the farmer’s lips. Without a second of hesitation, Harvey spun around in his chair and dialed a number into the desk phone. As he recorded his voicemail message, the farmer allowed herself to sulk. She scowled at the clean, stiff bandage that was now claiming her ankle. Stupid. So goddamn stupid. She looked back up at Harvey, who glanced at her briefly. Was that a blush that she spotted? Even though her heart was choking on itself, a warmth rose in her throat. This felt like a good thing to her, for once. Harvey hung up the phone.

“You’re going to be all set in no time.” Harvey managed a smile. He still felt hollow inside, seeing the look on the farmer’s face. He’d felt what she was feeling, once. He knew just how much a person’s own brain could hurt them. Even more than swollen ligaments in an ankle.

He would personally make sure he was the one to put that smile back on the farmer’s face. For real, this time.  

me: freaking out cause theres not a lot of episodes left for something to build up to a brallie moment
me: remembers they kissed outta nowhere in 2a. last episode. no warning. no lead up. just making out while the credits roll
me: remembers they had sex outta nowhere in 3a. second last episode. no warning. no lead up. callie even kissed aj but it didn’t matter the minute she saw an opportunity to be with brandon again.
me: the secret that they had sex hasn’t come out yet and it’s stupid to think it won’t
me:

What is Love?

genre: fluffy fluff + very teeny bit of angst (almost no angst lol)

characters: Kim Taehyung

word count: 2656

a/n: hi guys it’s me again! since this is my first time writing fluff i’m sure it’s not that good so thank you if you’re reading this! you can request something or give me feedback at any time!

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In which you and Taehyung discuss this wild and terrible, yet somehow beautiful, thing called love on a stormy summer day.

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@anon after spending 3 days in an amazing country i only got 4 photos which didnt turn out blurry or shit, 2 of which were from the plane window.

im so sorry