“I always remember having this fight with a random dude who claimed that ‘straight white men’ were the only true innovators. His prime example for this was the computer… the computer… THE COMPUTER!!! THE COM-PU-TER!!!
Alan Turing - Gay man and ‘father of computing’ Wren operating Bombe - The code cracking computers of the 2nd world war were entirely run by women Katherine Johnson - African American NASA mathematician and ‘Human computer’ Ada Lovelace - arguably the 1st computer programmer”
Also Margaret Hamilton - NASA computer scientist who put the first man on the moon - an as-yet-unmatched feet of software engineering, here pictured beside the full source of that computer programme. #myhero
Grace Hopper - the woman that coined the term “bug”
Grace Hopper did more than coin the term “bug”. She invented the first program linker in the early 1950s, for the UNIVAC I. A program linker translates instructions from one language to another (for example, numerical codes that represent instructions translated to machine code that computers can read), which is the very foundation of how computer’s operate independently. she also pulled a steve rogers and tried to enlist in the military a bunch of times and was denied. then, an exception was made for her when she joined the navy reserves, and she ended up serving for over 40 years (half of which was active duty). she retired from the navy Rear Admiral Grace Hopper. she was born in NYC in 1906. Grace Hopper was a fucking badass.
also computing was typically a job for women (many of whom were black women that made incredible contributions) back in the day, so it’s absolutely fucking wild that straight white men think they are the foundation of computer innovation. men PUSHED women out and took the credit.
Reblogging to do what the failed education system never did.
• the cleansing hour - lucifer • hereditary / paimon • the last exorcism / abalam • hell house llc / abaddon • the exorcist / pazuzu • the nun / valek • the crucifixion / agares • drag me to hell / laima • marianne / beleth • the possession / abyzou
horror, in the suburbs, is about the disruption of a space deemed safe, of a place where adolescence is meant to thrive, yet the sins of our parents manifest in the monstrous, and we are forced to battle them alone, we are forced to come face to face with the terror we inherited, of the generations of grief and guilt and trauma. horror in the suburbs surrounds isolation, houses that feel like prisons, parents that refuse to acknowledge what scares you the most, the shape in the night that lingers in your periphery, scratching at your window, it is the question of your sanity, the anger at a world that created the monster at your door, and it is fighting back, it is surviving, it is crawling from the wreckage of your youth covered in blood but still alive.
Best type of take on dragons: dragons as eldritch, beautiful beings that inspire fear purely because of their dangerous, lovely otherness
There is precedence for this in the sheer charisma of dragons in stories and how incredibly powerful, unique and intelligent they often are, beings either capable of forging incredibly deep bonds with humans or posing a horrifying existential threat to them. Dragons are More Than humans, and they are fundamentally different from us. Fablehaven did this right in having dragons exude “dragon fear,” a magical aura of immobilizing terror that means most beings that come into a dragon’s presence can’t function or move. I think there’s SO much great potential in portraying dragons as inhabiting that space between “terrifying” and “impossibly beautiful,” that sort of immobilizing awe that accompanies something that we cannot understand and that could destroy us or love us. Creatures that have intelligence beyond humans, that are both more wonderful and more horrible than we have the capability to truly comprehend.
I would like to see more dragons that are just…not cleanly monsters or friends, necessarily, but creatures that are completely otherworldly. Perhaps even creatures that, if they gave a single shit what humans were up to, might be gods.
Give me dragons that overwhelm with their presence, inspiring terror, fanaticism, obsessive love in those that encounter them, able to bend ordinary beings into utter devotion just through the force of their charisma. Dragons that people almost cannot bear to look at, but that you are irresistibly drawn to. Give me dragons that the eye cannot quite interpret, whose wings beat with thousands of fractals of possible perception and whose hides might be every color of the rainbow or a cool, unrelenting black. Give me dragons whose voices seem to echo from deep places in their listeners’ bodies, slithering up from their guts like thoughts that always existed deep inside them. Dragons that seem to exist outside of the normal rules of reality, that seem like they cannot possibly be killed because they are not the sort of thing that dies.
Give me dragons that are older than planets, in whose eyes the the birth of the universe can be glimpsed. Give me dragons old enough to know the answers to all the questions we keep asking, and that terrify us just with their ability to erase our doubt. What are we, next to a Dragon? A creature that has existed much longer than us and that will outlive us? What an honor to be noticed, seen, by such creatures, but also what a horror, to live noticed and seen by beings that could save or end us, decide whether we deserve to be saved using a rubric we can’t begin to understand?
Why quibble over whether dragons are evil beasts or powerful companions? Give me a creature that represents both the fears that live deepest in the darkest, most unspeakable places in our minds, and the pure, deep intimacy and acceptance and oneness that we are almost afraid to want. The wrath of a dragon is every nightmare we can hardly bear to think about, but the companionship of a dragon is the deepest love we know how to ache for.
