#easy eight

[dailyfatefigures]

Illyasviel von Einzbern & Chloe von Einzbern - 1/8 Scale - Priya Racing ver. by Easy Eight

[capt-riverdry]

M4A3E8 Easy Eight

Jason Wong made this lovely Box art for Andy’s Hobby HHQ001 1/16 M4A3E8

I really want to put my hands in something like this.

Via Twitter

[megamidevice]

Kafuu Chino (& Rabbit Dolls) • Is the Order A Rabbit? 1/7 Scale Figure by Easy Eight

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts 3 - Kingdom of Corona

[rk1k-moved]

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[uncanny-tranny]

You know... it's okay to trust your body. If you are separated from your body to such an extent you feel you cannot trust it, I truly from the bottom of my heart empathize and feel grief for you, but you can trust your body.

It's okay to listen to your body and to heed what it is telling you. I wish you (and your body) well wherever you go. You deserve the peace of mind to feel able to do what you want.

[hostilecityshowdown]

"Seeing Swerve Strickland with that Killmonger type gear from #BlackPanther along with the robe of the Late Jimmy Rave, that was just a whole Vibe!! #AEWDynasty #ProWrestling #WrestlingTwitter Jimmy Rave would have been impressed with that entrance." - posted by @MrKingCoop on twitter, april twenty first, 2024

[sysig]

Let him dad her!! (Patreon)

[dimestoretajic]

so how long do you think it will take for assassin's creed players to find the "Every You "Lose the Game" Card Ranked from Hardest to Easiest" video on mtggoldfish and descend on saffronolive and consume him whole

[admirableadmiranda]

You know what? I think people forget that Wen Qing is realistically probably in her early to mid twenties at the start of the sunshot campaign.

Like I see a lot of people make her Wei Wuxian’s age or just one to two years older, but she’s a seasoned doctor running a supervisory camp and she calls Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian brats and bosses Wen Ning around and suddenly this all makes a lot more sense to me if she’s actually twenty five at the time and they’re seventeen.

It certainly gives her the time to build up the reputation and skill set that she has in canon without begging the question of how she’s had the time to train as a cultivator and a doctor and deal with Wen Ruohan on top of it.

[dailyfatefigures]

Fate/Grand Order - Tohsaka Rin - Formal Craft - 1/8 Scale by Easy Eight

[july-19th-club]

mutuals should i learn to play the violin i just found a video for learning my very favorite piece of violin music of all time the meditation from thaïs and . well my brother once tried to learn violin and he gave up (he was like ten) but we still have this . fiddle of his. suppose i tuned up this probably not quite adult sized beast and learned the thaïs . a thing ive been thinking about since approximately seventh grade

[deanmarywinchester]

leverage's dick riding for the US military is incredibly funny to me. a whole show about how capitalism fails people but god forbid we don't stand for the flag and Our Brave Men In Uniform. ok.

[kaurwreck]

eight easy steps is the only white woman dazai song that matters

[willowaudreykeyes]

I have a new job!! Cleaning another school, but it's my old high school this time ^-^ It'll be my first day today

So of course, for a job that starts at 3:15pm my brain tells me that I must be awake at 7am like the parents do. Fuck sleep, get ready for work Remy. Right now. Get the fuck up-

I wish I could beat up my anxiety. I'd be having much better sleep if I could!

[next-autopsy]

A/N: Well, hi there! Sorry in advance, this chapter gets awkward (why is it so weird writing about periods?) and then dark/sad. Get ready to say good bye to someone….

Based on the actors portrayal/hbo show and written with no disrespect to the real life veterans. Also all images found on Pinterest.

TW: Period talk (it’s awkward), implied assault (not detailed),….. lmk if there’s something I should add here

Made of Glass

Chapter eight: Unrequitable Generosity

The next few weeks started to merge together. The daily routine was set and unmoving with little to no time for much other than PT and lectures. Birdie is yet to experience a weekend pass as her CO finds every excuse to revoke hers week after week.

She had walked into the mess hall the day after Sobel’s failed attempt at starving her and took note of the lack of chalk circle. It had been smudged out and Sobel never explained himself or told her to stand in that spot again, he just glared at her as she stood in line. He still threw the occasionally comment at her but was mostly back to ignoring her presence.

She and the other women were finally allowed to shoot their weapons on the rifle range and while Birdie wasn’t bad at shooting she wasn’t great either.

Not like Shifty Powers. He was promoted to sharpshooter and eased through target practice. Birdie asked him one day how he got so good at shooting and he told her about his father. He had taught Shifty how to aim as soon as he was big enough to pick up a rifle. They often went hunting together, it’s how he spent most weekends back home in Virginia.

He gave her some tips like hand placement and how to brace for the recoil properly and it honestly helped her more than the advice from the actual instructor. Pretty soon she was hitting the target every time and getting more bullseyes than half of the men.

Shifty and Birdie spoke frequently, he was one of the men who joined the designated ‘Birdie table’ at meal times, along with Toye and Bill. Her latest collection of friends was growing; George Luz was almost always found alongside the woman, cracking jokes like it was his job.

Bull Randleman had become close with her too, they had many inside jokes and sayings that only the two of them seemed to understand, it was like they spoke another language. By extension; Johnny Martin, who had begun to stare down any one who whispered about Birdie, whether she was present or not.

Don Malarkey, Skip Muck and Alex Penkala were never separate and adopted the female into their exclusive trio. Skip kept trying to convince her to help him with practical jokes and pranks aimed at the other two but she never gave in, aiming to avoid offending her fellow second platoon men.

After bonding with Toye and Guarnere, the men of Easy company embraced Bernadette quickly. They knew she could handle herself, they had seen it first hand but many opted to treat her like their younger sister, some light teasing and vicious protection.

Birdie had noticed the decrease of catcalling or whistles thrown her way by non-Easy guys but made no comments, even though she knew someone had said something to cease that behaviour.

She had witnessed some Fox guy staring at her in her PT uniform one morning, he had opened his mouth wide, grinning like the Cheshire cat before quickly dropping the look of glee, closing his mouth and leaving. Birdie's eyes followed him in confusion as he left the area, she whipped her head around to look behind her and caught the tail-end of the multitude of death stares he was receiving from her friends. She wanted to laugh at them and playfully scold them but she settled on sending an appreciative smile and resumed the stretches Winters had set for them.

Birdie was scheduled to be on (what should've been her first) guard duty that night and the day was dragging on. She struggled up Currahee that morning, her legs ached more than usual.

During lunch, her appetite was non-existent, she picked at her food but eventually offered her plate to Toye and Guarnere who flanked her. Toye gave her a pointed look but accepted the food.

Birdie stood up too quickly and a wave of woozy light-headedness hit her, she braced onto the table in front of her for a moment before she was ready to move on.

A dull discomfort ached in her lower stomach and she finally clicked onto what was happening. She had been off all day and wondering why but now she understood, her monthly had arrived.

Easy had lectures that afternoon, Thank God, so when Bernadette excused herself to use the bathroom finding crimson leaking into her undergarments was exactly what she'd expected. She hurried off to retrieve a health sponge and headed back into the lecture hall after cleaning up and applying it.

The pain only seemed to worsen and pool in her head as she sat and listened to the droning tone the lecturer used. For the rest of the day her skull hurt as much as, if not more than her stomach.

“You okay, Bernadette?” Eugene Roe had spoken up at dinner, he had seen her pale over the course of the day and noticed her avoidance of food increase since that morning. Toye and Guarnere stiffened beside her, waiting for her answer.

Birdie nodded with a weak smile on her face, she didn't want to worry her friends, she could pull through. It wasn't usually this bad but today her womanly time had hit her hard and all at once and now the only thing on her mind was her night shift and how she would rather run up Currahee ten times than wake up at one in the morning.

“Just tired. Thanks, Doc.” Birdie mumbled, resting her head on her folded arms that lay on the table and closing her eyes. Nausea rolled over her body causing her to sit up in a flash and excuse herself. Her friends watched her go, troubled by her abnormal behaviour, Toye mentally reminded himself to check up on her the next day.

Bernadette rushed to the dedicated women's bathroom and dry heaved into the trash can, not having enough time to make it to a toilet. She had a thin sheen of sweat covering her forehead, reaching her arm up she wiped it away.

“Birdie?” A melodious voice echoed into the lavatories. “Are you alright? I saw you run in here.”

“Yeah....” Her tone wasn't very convincing. She stood and adjusted her clothes once she had caught her breath, Harriet watched her splash water on her face and regain her bearings.

“Oh, honey.” Harriet sympathised with the brunette, she didn't look well, it was either some sort of illness or a really agonizing period. When Birdie clutched at her lower stomach Harriet knew which one.

“Come on, you need to rest up. I bet Sobel will have you running Currahee tomorrow.” The blonde held onto Birdie's arm and guided her to their shared barracks. No doubt the woman needed to lie down.

“Here.” She offered her poorly friend some water, Birdie gulped it down happily and the sick feeling that racked her body began to mute. The southerner changed into her sleeping clothes and crawled face down into her sheets, which were held open by the angel of How company.

“A full nights sleep will do you some good, I'll tell the other girls to keep it quiet tonight.” She rubbed small circles onto her friends back, attempting to help her aching body feel better.

“Except I have fourth shift tonight.” She mumbled, eyes closed and ready to pass out.

“I'll cover for you.” Her brown eyes blinked open, she pushed her body up onto her elbows and stared blankly at the blonde woman sat on the edge of her bed.

“I can't ask you to do that.” Bernadette was dumbstruck by the offer, touched by the kindness of her fellow woman.

“You're not asking, I'm offering.” Harriet put slight pressure on Birdie's shoulders, signalling for her to lay down flat on the bed.

“Really? You sure?” Birdie's muscles ached and she felt her body begin to shut down out of sheer exhaustion.

“Of course I'm sure.”

“Okay, but only if I cover your next shift in return.” Birdie mumbled out, sinking into her pillow and mattress fully.

“Deal. It's next week.”

“Thanks, Harri.” Birdie's voice was barely a whisper, she shut her eyes once more and dozed off soundly. Harriet smiled warmly at the Easy company girl and tugged her blanket up around her shoulders.

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Everyone knew something was wrong the second they woke up.

Loud bangs sounded from the door of the women’s barracks instead of the usual trumpet that roused them from their sleep. Birdie sat up in her cot, startled and looked around the room in confusion. Most of the others were sitting up now too, just as dazed and confused as her.

The blaring knocks came again and this time Lucy, who was closest to the door stood up to answer it. By now, the ladies were getting out of their beds and pulling on jackets to keep decent in front of their unexpected visitors.

Bernadette looked over to her right, the sight of Harriet's empty, unused cot made her uneasy. She should have been back and curled up in her blankets by now but her presence was lacking and it worried Birdie greatly.

Her mind was still catching up with what was going on when three men entered the room. As the door swung shut she got a glimpse of several more uniformed men lurking outside the steps of the barracks, talking amongst themselves.

“Ladies.” Colonel Sink's unmistakable drawl rung in Birdie's ear and she turned her head to see him stand with Major Strayer and a Lieutenant she'd not yet met. They had grim looks strewn upon their faces and Birdie felt like she could vomit. Her intuition was screaming at her that something bad had happened.

Something really bad.

“Where's Harriet?” She couldn't stop her thoughts from falling out of her mouth. Sink's eyes went straight to her, he grimaced before explaining the events that had brought him to the barracks so early in the morning.

The room went deadly silent.

Connie gasped, slapping her hand to her mouth in shock, Blythe and Charlotte hung their heads. Several jaws were dropped but nobody said anything, really allowing the news to be comprehended.

“Can we see her?” It was Lucy who asked the question, her hands fidgeted in attempts to distract herself.

“I'm afraid that's not possible. Private Huntington was transferred to Atlanta City hospital an hour ago. She's elected an honourable discharge....She will not be returning.”

A/N: And then there were eight.

~ next-autopsy ~

Chapter nine