wickedly bitter/sweet

Pan - He/She/They - 23 - horrorpunk/goth  - poc

[wickedlybittersweet]

Alright, big correction i didnt think i need to make.

IF YOU ARE A THINSPO, AI ART, RACIST, ZIONIST, FUCK?! LEAVE! I DONT WANT YOU!

[modelsof-color]

Chol Mabior at Robert Wun Couture FW 2026

[shmuzzieheart]

The backrooms are a failing brain trying to hold onto even the most basic of memories, even as they warp and decay.

The backrooms are generative AI trying to capture something real but only achieving a malformed, mindless imitation.

The backrooms are stagnation, an unwillingness to step into the new and uncomfortable effort of changing, instead running through the same old routine even as it starts to fall in on itself.

The backrooms are nostalgia cannibalizing itself, trying to remake and remake what it already knows without making anything new, until the familiar is so bastardized it's barely recognizable.

[wickedlybittersweet]

I do love the backrooms and how its basically the best interpretation of cosmic horror. a person finds something he cannot fully comprehend and goes mad while trying to understand it. its better than most movies that just use cosmic horror paint on body horror movies. its more about the character losing sanity.

[wickedlybittersweet]

the more I learn abut octopuses the more im like "yeah cthulhu would be terrifying."

their entire bodies are basically brain and hiding is like blinking and can be done on the same subconscious level of breathing. so imagine looking at an entity rise up from the water cause its freshly woken up and everything around them is different, they get curious and "play and test" with our world, causing massive destruction all while they easily hide their massive tentacles.

[helenvaughans]

[itsmistybitch-deactivated202605]

These posts are sisters

[lierdumoa]

[lastoneout]

Sorry we really went from free the nipple, take back the night, slut walks, and ending gender/sex segregation in sports being fucking milquetoast feminism 101 concepts to fucking girl dinner and "I just worry about fairness if we let trans girls play against cis ones" and "it was right of that woman to call the cops on a black man for existing near here in public during the day time because men are all violent monsters" and "radical feminism isn't transphobic we just need to kill all men including trans ones those oppressive traitors" and I will legit never be able to be normal about it. What the FUCK happened. I'd say I wonder what the feminists of my youth would say about this but I'm one and lemme tell ya I want to throw up. Go fucking read bell hooks or do something else useful please because all of this learned helplessness, gender essentialism, and transphobia dressed up as feminism is actively holding us back.

[officerhaughtstuff]

You’ve heard of the Roaring 20s........

now get ready for the Screaming 20s - coming to a decade near you in 2020

[heterokatedison]

is it too early or can we start screaming now

[heterokatedison]

in retrospect perhaps we should have started sooner

[jorolle]

this post is the equivalent of a newspaper from the day of the outbreak being blown past by the wind after you wake up in a post apocalyptic world

[fuckyeahmarxismleninism]

Happy birthday to Lyudmila Pavlichenko (born July 12, 1916), Soviet sniper in World War II, with 309 confirmed kills.

A true role model for today.

[godlessondheimite]

[wickedlybittersweet]

[crafblr]

btw I’ve found these stretches from the WAK blog very helpful when knitting a lot:

Plus make sure to take breaks regularly - and stop if anything starts to hurt!

especially with gift knitting I know it can be tempting to push through it for a deadline, but it’s really not worth causing long term injury. (And anyone knit-worthy should be understanding of that, imho.) Stay well :)

[gingersnappish]

Also good for artists drawing with pencils/on a tablet/with a pen!

[not-poignant]

Also good for writers

[sageiswherethemageis]

And crocheters (that word looks wrong)

[eyesinthecrypt]

Say hookers coward

[movementnudge]

Movement nudge! More hands!

[winter-wise]

Lovecraft absolutely did not intend it like this but for me the real horror in The Dunwich Horror isn't encountering Wilbur Whately. It's being Wilbur Whately.

You and your brother are the special children of a special father. This your mother and grandfather assure you. You have no friends growing up. You do not look like other children. You must cover your strangeness. Your brother is not allowed to go out at all.

You climb the hill to try to talk to your father. Your mother did this once, and he came. You want to meet your father. You climb the hill often. He never talks back.

But there has to be a way, right? It's not that your dad isn't listening. It's just that you need the right way to talk to him, to make sure he'll hear (you try not to think about how if your mother could do it, surely you could do it too? without the spells?)

You just need to find the right way to talk to him. Your father's good with travel. You and your brother can go somewhere you won't be freaks of nauture. You just have to find the right way to talk to your dad. Because it's not that he isn't listening, right?

[atlaari]

He saw this being like a great insect, a monstrous evil predator who had devoured a million human lives.

[wickedlybittersweet]

how do people cope with their entire existance being in the hands of others. bosses, landlords, .. parents. idk, its all so stressful that if i think i ended up on a stream my savings would be spent to get me to a beautiful place i could die at..

[70sscifiart]

Bill Gold’s 1979 Alien poster concepts

[catbatart]

THE DIVER

I'll be debuting this print at ECCC and AMKE in two weeks! Hilariously, I'd finished this in January, but now the Anglerfish Fandom is out in full force!

Prints are accented in gold foil!

[thewindowofthesummerhouse]

Gigi Cavenago

[wickedlybittersweet]

what an interesting story this tells. two dads day by day looking at a pit that slowly grows. "construction" they mumble as they look on at people helmeted and unknown. plastered with bright yellow dedicated to a king unknown to the onlookers. "constriction" they mumble, as the look deeper into a pit, ever lasting darkness.