“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”
- Sacha Coward
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.
Also, just about every computerized device outside of desktops is running ARM chips now. Your phone, your keyboard, your car, your watch. Basically everything.
And ARM was primarily designed by Sophie Wilson, a trans woman.
Please don’t forget Hedy Lamarr. Screwed over by the US government. She helped develop spread spectrum communication, which in part led to the development of WiFi and Bluetooth tech.
LED, LCD and CRT colour monitors are built upon the design of Guillermo González Camarena, Mexican inventor of the colour television. Without him, computers would still be black and white. Without colour screens, video games wouldn’t have become as popular as they are now, and movies with digital effects would be almost impossible, meaning computers as a whole wouldn’t have grown to be as powerful as they currently are, because a lot of money in modern computer research comes from the film and video game industries.
the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.
One last coherent Euphoria post before I spiral straight into the Bishop brainrote. Remember that goofy Nate’s fantasy we saw in s1? About him so manly saving Maddy from some kind of gangsters. But in reality all he did was abusing and assaulting her. And it’s so ironic that it was actually her who had to save his pathetic sorry ass time and time again. Well, she tried to in the end.
I also not really sure how I feel about those two together lol. I absolutely love my gorgeous girl Maddy and my Spike Spiegel’s evil twin and from the shipping perspective alone they are extremely delicious 🫠 But in the context of narrative wtf was that? It’s as if a crack ship you really like becomes canon out of the blue, and you don’t really know whether you love it or hate it. Like they barely even interacted! How did Bishop become soft on her? And he didn’t even care enough to actually stand up for her against Alamo. He just used an opportunity to betray his boss and take over, and got the best girl as a bonus. At least that’s how it was heavily implied in the show.
Idk man, as much as I love Bishop, doesn’t Maddy deserve something better than ending up with a psychopath and a cold-blooded murderer after everything she went through for her dumbass friends?
Well I guess it’s still better than being sexually abused by that creep Alamo 😭 At least I hope Bishop will treat her good. They will probably run some kind of digital brothel together and raise their sweet pup. This dark, somewhat crack ship is probably the best thing season 3 gave me. Wishing them all the happiness and looking forward to seeing lots of fanfics about them here 🤞
By the way does this ship even have a name? Like Biddy or MadShop? MadShop sounds pretty cool.
Euphoria final made me unwell. I mostly perceived the whole s3 as nothing but a joke, but it’s still left me with a bad taste in my mouth. It was bad on so many levels. Pretentious, terribly written, filled with homages and references that made no sense and carries no real value and the worst part - all of the main characters were either flattened into caricatures of themselves or just simply written off.
And it’s sad because the characters with all their controversy and ambiguity were always the heart of this show. The magnetic season 1 with its Petra Colin’s unique aesthetic got you hooked and really made you empathies with those kids. Scenes like with Rue and her dad on a hospital bed, Jules and Rue’s star crossed lovers edit, Cassie imagining her self ice skating as she went through abortion, all of it held so much emotional weight and tenderness.
So when Rue, our narrator we follow throughout the show, died so stupidly when she almost got to the “other better side”… idk it’s just made me feel soo viscerally unwell. It’s like with Sarah Lynn from Bojack Horsemen. Yeah Levinson’s writing not even nearly as great as Bojack’s and Sarah Lynn is actually way more tragic than Rue, but the parallel is still palpable to me. You see both of them as this comic reliefs (I mostly talk about s3 Rue here), you laugh at their antics and yet there’s nothing funny about their deaths (or their lives in general). It just left you heartbroken.
And dear God, could they at least handle Rue’s death with more idk dignity? It was just so dumb. Right up until the end, I didn’t believe that she actually took the pill Alamo gave her. Like how the fuck can you be that stupid? 🙈 And all of this for what? For the cool Tarantino style shooting scene in the strip club and cringe ending in the Texas farm with the most unrealistically looking farm girl in the whole media history? I started to laugh hysterically the moment camera zoomed on her trademark ig influencer face. Is this how the member of closed, out of touch with modern world community supposed to look like in Levinson’s head or was this some kind of meta joke amidst the corny dramatic prayer?
Oh, Moses never made it to the promised land, and so does Rue. Okay, I get it, Levinson, just chill with all your biblical references already. Seriously, it’s like he read bible while being high and just like Lexi was fascinated with its sex and violence and decided to make it cool again. BAM! Here’s your season 3, fuck you very much 🤡
The moment we finished the “brick wall” I decided to paint something on it. It took me a few months and cost lots of nerves as I was trying to figure out how to mimic water colour with acrylic. But that feeling of accomplishing something you thought you never could made it ten times worth the effort ✨
Lil s1 movie-esque style poster to brainwash u into watching Pantheon! CRIMINALLY underrated sci-fi adult cartoon about Uploaded Intelligence (literally uploading your consciousness to the cloud) and it's effects on society starting from the intimate level of family and friends,scaling to the whole entire earth and beyond.
Rare w, 2 illustrations in one month 😳 I recently watched this on my husband's whim, and I am not even being a little bit dramatic by saying this show changed my life n altered my brain chemistry.
AMC fumbled the marketing on release in 2022, but it's now on NF! It's only 2 seasons, 8 eps each. Stream it NOW bc I need more fanart and peeps to talk to about it!!
Only it was the worst nightmare. Days and nights on the run. Constant feeling of stress and paranoia that quickly became so mundane, just always there on the background. An anxiety bordering on panic so strong it was making it hard to breathe sometimes. And they were no trained agents or spies. Just two exhausted teenagers. And yet the weight of the entire world was on their shoulders, as everything was about to fall apart.
But among all the darkness rare moments of true bliss shone right through. Prolonged glances, lingering touches, that sweet fluttering feeling in her stomach every time they shared quick kisses when her digital sister wasn’t paying attention. That warmth and affection that broke through his usually cold, guarded expression when he looked at her. Tiny, barely there hope for the bright future they might have together when the normal times return. Her fingers in his unruly, surprisingly soft locks. “Is it curly when it grows?”. “No idea, I’ve never grown it”. “It’s adorable”.
The same locks she watched falling one by one onto the cold tiled floor. When all of her hopes died with him.
I really like the idea of Bishop being an informant except he knows what the fuck he is doing and keeping his cool unlike Rue who is constantly looking suspicious at every turn like no wonder Alamo is so suspicious of her. 😭
The thing about Euphoria is that as long as Zendaya keeps acting her ass off I genuinely don't give a fuck how bad the other storylines are. Rue and Bishop? I'll give anything to watch them even for a second. They turn every scene into high art. The rest can be as goofy as they want idc as long as I still get to watch Rue and Bishop. Him calling those neo nazi inbred idiots savages while he collects his little trophy for a murder well carried while Rue sat there looking like a pimp? Cinema. I hope Bishop gets to call more people savages to their faces.
Can't relate when it comes to Rue. l do feel like her character has been somewhat reduced to the constantly horny woman-obsessed pimp wannabe. But dear god you're so real for Bishop! The way he stills every scene. He becomes the only reason I still watch s3. Idk I just can't help it. I have a soft spot for the stone cold nonchalant autistic characters like him. He’s like Spike Spiegel’s evil twin, and I love everything about it 🫠
You could only whimper in response with how good Bishop felt inside of you. It was late at night and you were once again in Bishop’s room, no matter how many times you promised yourself to not go over his place, you would still go.
So there you were, your clothes on the floor, your phone placed on do not disturb and being on top of him with a western movie playing in the back, riding him at a slow pace with your hands laying across his bare chest.
“You always say it’s the last time,” He began whispering, loud enough for you to hear him. He has one hand on your hip, tracing small circles where a hickey from last week was starting to fade, while the his other arm rested behind his head, “..yet you always come back, more desperate than last time.”
Bishop sits up and places both his hands on your waist, looking at your face closely, almost as if he was studying every little expression you did. Eyebrows furrowed, mouth open letting out all those moans and whimpers he secretly loved to hear, your lips were still puffy from him fucking your mouth the minute you walked in.
A quick smack landed on your butt, getting a gasp out of you.
“Speak.”
You moaned moving faster, gripping his shoulders, definitely leaving your nail marks. “You always let me in.” You whimpered looking into his dark brown eyes, “You can’t lie, you love my pussy.”
And you were right. Sure, Bishop had his fine experience with women before, but when you came in, his life changed. It was something about you that made him want to have you. Especially just him alone. He wouldn’t say it out loud because that’s not the type of person he is, but he wanted you to be his, only his.
After snapping back in, he moved his hands to your hips, a tight grip with how you started bouncing on top of him, feeling his whole dick push into you and hitting that spot inside that made you tremble. “Yeah, this pussy real good.” Bishop spoke looking down through gritted teeth, hiding his groans.
Beneath the two of you, Bishop saw how good you were taking him, you always did. And that’s when he saw it, that bulge poking through your lower stomach.
He couldn’t hold it anymore, he pulled his dick out earning a whine from you. “Please— more please please—” “Shut it.” Bishop cut you off while he placed you under his pillows.
He placed himself in between your legs, placing them on top of his thighs. “Listen to what’s going to happen.” He started while he placed his thumb on your clit, rubbing it while he pushed three fingers in your wet cunt.
You could only moan, you placed yourself on your elbows so you could see. You saw how shiny and wet his fingers were coming in and out of you, his other hand stroking his long hard dick. “I’m going to fuck you, you can cum as many times as you want, as long as you ask me to.” Bishop said looking directly into your eyes.
“Okay…ohh..okay.” You were so horny, you started moving your hips to get more friction. “I’m not stopping till’ I nut… don’t want you to be whining or crying saying it’s too much,” He took his fingers out of you and lined himself up, slapping his fat head onto your clit.
“Tell me you’ll be a good girl and not whine.”
You were a mess, too lost in the feeling to even keep your eyes open too look at him. “B, I promise I’ll be a good girl. Daddy I’ll be soo good for you.” You slipped in that nickname you loved calling him, looking directly into his eyes.
“Say it again.”
“Daddy—” Bishop pushed all nine inches of him inside you, he grabbed the back of your knees and pushed them up to your chest. “Daddy! I’ll be so good! Oh! Oh—” Bishop always kept the same rhythm when he fucked you like this, long strokes and hard thrusts.
“You gonna take my dick?” “Yes! Yes B, I will— I want to.” You were gripping the sheets beneath you, each time he thrusted back in, the headboard of the bed would hit the wall behind. “Take it baby..” Bishop moaned low, looking down to see how his dick was already getting that creamy ring you always gave him.
He kept fucking you like this, having you moan and roll your eyes each time he thrusted. “You’re doing so good baby…you hear that pussy? You hear how good she’s being for daddy?” And you did. You pussy was so wet it was squelching each thrust Bishop gave you, you could feel it leak out of you.
You nodded to his answer, “B, I wanna cum..” You whimpered feeling your orgasm start to build up inside of you. “B, please can I cum? I’ll be good Daddy— so good, please let me cum.” You were slurring your words, fucked out and full of lust. And so was Bishop.
Bishop hasn’t really notice, but he does get quite expressive when the two of you have sex. He furrows his eyebrows like he’s angry, starts huffing low when he’s also close and gets a light shed of sweat on his face.
He let go of the grip he had on your legs to lean down and kiss you. You quickly wrapped your legs around his hips and gripped his biceps. “You wanna cum baby?” “Yes..yes! Daddy please- make me cum please..please—” You always begged, I mean, how could you not when Bishop was the most perfect man you’d been with.
Bishop slid one leg on top of his shoulder, his hand reaching down to rub your puffy clit. He leans to your cheek to give it a quick kiss while you were practically already screaming. “Cum baby, cum— show Daddy who’s making you feel this good.” Bishop groaned against your ear, his thrusts becoming quicker.
It hits you right there, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, drool starting to leave off the corner of your mouth and legs trembling. “Tha…Daddy— Oh! Oh!” “Yeah— who’s making you cum baby— tell me.” Bishop was growling, feeling the way your pussy was starting to squeeze him so hard, he couldn’t even control the rhythm of his thrusts. “You! You daddy..you’re making me cum.” You were sobbing, tears coming out of your eyes.
But you had to keep your promise, you couldn’t tell Bishop to stop or to go slow like other times before. So you did your next step,you encourage him to cum.
“B…” You grabbed his face with both your hands, slowly caressing his cheeks. “Please cum in me..” You whispered, clearly fucked out, feeling your brain get mushy. Bishop groaned pushing his face to your neck. He was getting close, you could feel it. His thrusts quick and losing rhythm, chasing his high.
“Daddy I- I know you want to.” You hiccuped, having him moan in response. “Keep my pussy warm, baby..keep it full B, please..please—” Bishop groaned putting his hand around your throat gently. “Take it baby— fuck— take it.” Thick hot spurts of cum were shooting inside of you, you felt your pussy overflow, felt it already dripping out of you.
“Say thank you,…thank me right fucking now baby.” “Thank you! Daddy thank you! Oh! Ohh— I want more! Please— please I want more.” It’s like you couldn’t hear yourself. You had no idea why you were begging for anymore. It didn’t hit you until now that you were approaching a second orgasm, harder than the first one.
But with how you gripped your legs tighter around Bishop and how you were basically sobbing and crying, he knew exactly why you were still begging.
“More baby? You want it all don’t you…you’re such a slut. All you come over for is for me to fuck you till’ pass out, till’ you can’t walk or think straight.” Even though his message was to degrade you, you felt nothing but praised, which it quite literally isn’t, but that’s how Bishop is, you couldn’t control that.
Your voice was gone at this point, your eyes rolled back for what felt like the million time as you chase your high. The only thing you could hear was the slow skin slapping as the two of you came from your high, yours and Bishop’s heavy breathing and moans, and some guns going off at the western movie that was still playing in the background.
Without a word, Bishop started to pull out as slowly as he could, knowing you were overly sensitive. “Shh..shh, breath baby just breath.” Bishop hushed your sobs, glancing to see your face for a minute before looking down again at your shaking thighs.
As soon as his head left your fluttering pussy, Bishop’s cum started to drip out, almost looking like a fountain falling out.
“Should’ve put a towel.” He muttered, getting off the bed and going go the bathroom. You sit up and looked over at the bathroom. You saw Bishop wetting the towel he always cleans you up with. You grabbed your phone from the nightstand, turning off your do not disturb and seeing some notifications, but you focused on the time, 2:16am.
“Someone call?” You look up, Bishop wearing his sweatpants that hung slightly loose. It was always weird not seeing him in his full attire, but it felt special knowing you were one of the few people too see him like this.
“No..just checking the time.” You whispered laying back down and spreading your legs. It was a quiet agreement. Bishop rearranged your guts and then cleaned you. “I have your panties from last week. You can take any shirt.” Bishop spoke while he went back to the bathroom to drop the towel and come back with your panties in hand.
“Thank you.” You said softly, suddenly feeling shy. “Do you want water?” He asked opening his door to head to the kitchen. “Yes please.” He nodded slowly leaving. However, he knew that the moment he’d be back to the bedroom, you’d already be knocked out asleep, of course on his side of the bed. Placing the cup of water on the nightstand, he got in bed to continue watching what was 30 minutes left of the movie.
“B…” You mumbled, reaching for him but only receiving a low hum. “This is the last time.” You said in a soft tone, opening your eyes to look up at him. Slowly he looked down at you, studying your resting figure. And there you were, on your stomach hugging the pillow underneath you, wearing his shirt, slightly closing your eyes, fighting your sleep just to wait his response. He reached to caress the back of head, almost as if he was soothing you to sleep, and looked back at the TV screen.
