#the big move

[kirby-the-game]

if i were a straight man on instagram you best believe i would be posting this on my story captioned “grindset 💪🏻” with not like us by kendrick. but im not. im a gay kirby girl posting this on tumblr and begging you to appreciate her adult life skills

[thiefbird]

Things I still need to do in the next 15 days:

Decide if I want to keep my weird goth plates and rainbow mugs

Pack the Keeping books and take the others to half price books; take the acrylic yarn I do not care for to the thrift store; amp in with books?

Buy a filing bin for Paperwork and put it all in there rather than in my horrible falling apart desk

Drag the last few things from under my bed (mostly still packed from when we moved here 4 years ago, stuff like Bow)

Take boxes downstairs and last round of trash out (wait for Wednesday morning when the trash has been picked up)

Reattach Bits to the halfway finished guitar and pop it in a gig bag to be finished after the move

Pack suitcase for europe and maybe pay to check it (bigger suitcase=more snacks to bring home)

Pack the last of my clothes away (night of Monday aug3)

And also I still have to work til a week Friday;-;

[claireandkaianatural]

I miss my wife (supernatural) when will she return from the war (come back to netflix)

[seeminglyunconscious]

My best uneducated guess is the new tenant rules for Brighton might not like how "unstable" either of their incomes are as streamers/working in the industry. They can't easily prove to a landlord that they can pay rent every month so they can't get a place.

As for the idea of Tertel in NL, that might actually hold ground as a future idea. Mostly because Pangi had to make a business for his streaming career (tax reasons). And if the rules are similar to my country then if has had his business for long enough (either a year or 18 months above a certain gross income level) then he could "formally hire" Tertel to get him a work/living permit. There's definitely a bunch more to it and probably plenty of NL specific nuances but it might be more of an option than Brighton. And have the added bonus of helping Pangi get himself+sister moved to a bigger city.

Lukey explained something similar or someone explained something similar to your first point, which honestly makes sense. And with the way Lukey streams, it's probably more difficult for him to have a solid stable income to show off. I think Tertel is better off cause he seems to have a schedule set with Pangi Inc. I also remember Lukey mentioning once before that he got the tenancy deal last time because he offered to pay like 3 months rent in advance deposit, which wasn't allowed this time around.

As for the latter, I just hope they all get the chance to live near their friends and other people they can hang around. They're all still young after all, everyone shpuld be able to live with the homies or near them to do crazy shit at some point in their lives.

[euphreana]

Just accepted a new job in Minnesota (over 1k miles away.) :]

Now begins the transition process.... in which I'll either be A) too busy to draw, or B) stress-drawing every chance I get

[liskie]

they’re doing this to me this month

[meet-the-net]

𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭.

Just half a year later. Mere four thousand three hundred hours. Squeezed between had been some off days, but generally, Ned had lived through six months of hell. An infinite seeming loop of killing and dying. Uncountable rebirths through technology. Each free moment spent trying to get a hold of his displaced parents. Each foiled plan of establishing contact fueling his belligerence. At least the village itself held enough memories to soothe him into reminiscing better days. Until the dreaded letter was delivered.

The unsigned paper informed Ned of a thing called "location rotation", that BLU's and RED's time on Selbyen was up. Furthermore, they reported that the buildings of Selbyen had been riddled with bullets beyond repair that its upkeep was no longer a viable strategy for the company. Two small passenger airplanes would arrive the following day to take the teams “back” to the USA. Petrified of forever leaving the only place he’d ever known, Ned’s flight instinct overpowered him once more – as it did when Team Fortress Industries had first arrived – and he crammed himself beneath the floorboards in his bedroom that usually held his secrets. That night, he was the secret. An ever so disorganized stampede of indifferent mercenaries boarded the planes, navigated by administratively decreed pilots. A head count only came to one of their minds, halfway across the Atlantic at that. Short of one head – and a bit ashamed of not having noticed earlier – the “bravest” member of BLU was determined by vote and pushed stepped forth to gingerly admit their mistake to their purple pilot. To not delay their arrival any further – transporting a bunch of assassins with twitching, trigger happy fingers and immense boredom was a hazardous job – administration decided to deploy their fallback. Ripped from his Manndatory vacation, The BLU Pilot was tasked to either capture and return The Net… or “terminate his contract”.

Caught staring at the horizon that’d swallowed the plane containing the teammates he’d become accustomed to, the roaring of a small private two-seater plane from behind him left him exposed as a deer in headlights. Hiding quickly turned out to be a futile endeavor with every meter the plane crept closer to the short rocky path serving as an impromptu runway. After short, exasperated exhortation – The Pilot really had better things to do than chauffeur this stubborn fisherman across the globe – Ned agreed that the agonies endured and the time spent getting moderately accustomed to everyone in that half year would’ve been for naught, if he were to cast away his life contract, and therefore his family’s steady income, due to such rashness. After whispering bitter farewells to the sand, the shells, the seagulls and smoking his last cigarette on Norwegian grounds, Ned and his entire life contained in solely the two suitcases they’d found in the cargo hold, entered the airplane. Eighteen hours were spent in the air – it took Ned about four of them to cast a first glance out of the window, viewing the sea from heights he’d never been at in his life – and six hours in different airports for refueling the plane, their stomachs and their minds. After countless amounts of cigarettes smoked inside the cockpit and conversations made unpreventable by the confined space, but eventually appreciated and sought out, the airplane wheels touched American ground. The Badlands await him.

[somnibun]

UPDATE ON BIG MOVE!!!!

GOOD NEWS I"VE MADE IT TO MY FRIEND'S HOME!!!! Its been 3 weeks on working on room, clothes, finding work, and other things. I'm still looking for work at the moment but I am happy to say I am in a safer place!! Ill do a proper post soon but for now I just want to let everyone know while I have the down time! Also i will be opening comms soon to cover for groceries!!! I also believe my GoFundMe is still up so if you would like to help that would be awesome!! ^^