Rampant Penguin

Fact.
Crochet as well.

Fact.

Crochet as well.

whosthewhatnow:


O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
                         But O heart! heart! heart!
                            O the bleeding drops of red,
                               Where on the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
                         Here Captain! dear father!
                            The arm beneath your head!
                               It is some dream that on the deck,
                                 You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
                         Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
                            But I with mournful tread,
                               Walk the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.


I was already pretty upset, but this one just broke my little heart. :’(

whosthewhatnow:

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
                         But O heart! heart! heart!
                            O the bleeding drops of red,
                               Where on the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
                         Here Captain! dear father!
                            The arm beneath your head!
                               It is some dream that on the deck,
                                 You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
                         Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
                            But I with mournful tread,
                               Walk the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.

I was already pretty upset, but this one just broke my little heart. :’(

If only it were that simple…

If only it were that simple…

the-navel-treatment:

riversnogs:

aaaand now I’m crying.

This one. This is the one that did me in.

Thanks.  Now my face is leaking.  :’(

(via ladyemlyn)

A haiku about gauge swatches

missknotty:

knittingproblems:

Got gauge, first attempt.
That was easy. Too easy…
I’m watching you, yarn.

Ha!

lol!  Seriously, though!!!  

(via fannishknits)

dynastylnoire:

freshcleanfit:

Please, continue telling me how sexism is dead and women should all shut up already. 

this post is horrible

and I want this movie

PLEASE MAKE THIS HAPPEN

I loved ghost busters

I wanted to be a ghost buster

please do all women ghostbusters

As a woman, here is my suggestion: How about Hollywood stops taking movies and “Rebooting” them with a female cast, and actually write some original shit with fantabulous ass-kicking women.  Just a thought.

I am thoroughly sick of “reboots”, books being made into movies, and the overall lack of creativity present in movies and TV shows today.  Writers—Get up off your asses and be fucking original.  Come on.  You can do it.  I (want to) believe in you.

(via bookoisseur)