hugh-danced-the-dancy:

leonardodiretardo:

i hate it when adults assume i’m on the internet all the time by choice. if i had enough money to travel around and etc, do you think i would be withering away my youth behind a computer screen you useless paperclip.

I dont think i have ever heard the term useless paperclip used as an insult before.

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currysoul replied to your post: currysoul replied to your post: Cries I need to…

aw its okay

Thanks yeah sorry about that

I’m just really tired sigh 

currysoul replied to your post: Dude I think Id rather exercise than cut…

ya I hate anything styrofoam other than like cups

I mean I knew it’d be difficult to cut but I didn’t realize it would be this difficult

Styrofoam sucks

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It’s Fajr

I’m still working on the third thruster (fourth if you count the unusable one)

I have two more after this one but I’m not even halfway through with this

I haven’t even done anything for cost besides the spreadsheet my dad helped me with but like nothing on it is accurate

And and and and Idk what we’re doing for thermal control besides insulation like what are we doing I keep forgetting and it’s not written anywhere

I’ve got no charts or graphs but I had trajectory I feel like that’ll be a problem but Idk what kind of chart I’d make for that I mean the only charts in general that I can think of making for my parts are cost

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Cries I need to stop cutting myself but I’m so clumsy

Knives and I don’t work too well together, but we try

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I finally finished the second usable thruster. Three more to go for the night. Or morning, since it’s 4. And inshallah I hope to find time for cost and insulation. I hope. I will cry if I can’t do those. 

I only have one usable thruster. We need eight. I had a total of 6 eggs. The other thruster I finished is unusable. The third one is halfway there. I haven’t even started on the other three.

Insulation and cost will have to wait.

Why is this difficult

disembodiedangelfeet:

isaisanisa:

I LAUGHED REALLY LOUDLY AT HOW PISSED DEAN WOULD BE IF SAM BROUGHT THIS HOME

“I’m back, Dean! Guess what I brought!” Sam called as he let himself into their hotel room.
“Took you long enough. What, some conditioner?” Dean didn’t even try to move from his spot on the bed. He was busy looking through the newspaper for reasons known only to Dean Winchester.
“Nope. Your favorite thing.” Sam pulled the plastic container out of the grocery bag and waved it at just the right angle. Dean glanced over, seeing the flash of crust strips over red filling.
“Dude! You got an entire freaking pie?” Dean was on his feet and after the pie instantly. It’d been weeks since they’d gotten decent pie.
Sam grinned enthusiastically as he set it on the table. “Yeah. Dig in. It’s not fresh, but its probably good.” He retreated out of the room.
Dean worked the clear covering off and found a fork somewhere. There was something kind of weird about the pie, but he didn’t care. Mouth watering, he dug the fork in and-
What the.
There was no thick, liquid resistance against the fork edge, no stain of red juice bubbling over the edges from the pressure. He forked out a bite and lifted it, staring in disbelief.
It was white cake.
It was fucking white cake disguised as pie.
“FUCKING HELL, SAMMY, I’M GONNA BEAT YOUR ASS SENSELESS!”

disembodiedangelfeet:

isaisanisa:

I LAUGHED REALLY LOUDLY AT HOW PISSED DEAN WOULD BE IF SAM BROUGHT THIS HOME

“I’m back, Dean! Guess what I brought!” Sam called as he let himself into their hotel room.

“Took you long enough. What, some conditioner?” Dean didn’t even try to move from his spot on the bed. He was busy looking through the newspaper for reasons known only to Dean Winchester.

“Nope. Your favorite thing.” Sam pulled the plastic container out of the grocery bag and waved it at just the right angle. Dean glanced over, seeing the flash of crust strips over red filling.

“Dude! You got an entire freaking pie?” Dean was on his feet and after the pie instantly. It’d been weeks since they’d gotten decent pie.

Sam grinned enthusiastically as he set it on the table. “Yeah. Dig in. It’s not fresh, but its probably good.” He retreated out of the room.

Dean worked the clear covering off and found a fork somewhere. There was something kind of weird about the pie, but he didn’t care. Mouth watering, he dug the fork in and-

What the.

There was no thick, liquid resistance against the fork edge, no stain of red juice bubbling over the edges from the pressure. He forked out a bite and lifted it, staring in disbelief.

It was white cake.

It was fucking white cake disguised as pie.

“FUCKING HELL, SAMMY, I’M GONNA BEAT YOUR ASS SENSELESS!”

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