#badheroine

[dcviltown]

@badheroine​ / minnie & wilbur

THE SUN PEEKING OUT FROM blackout curtains seems like a final fuck you to the overall messy night when wilbur first opens his eyes. his head is pounding, and instinctually, he goes to raise a hand to shield his eyes, only to find the someone was laying on his arm. seeing a girl in his bed and not remembering how he’d got there would make him panic over getting her out, but he instantly recognizes the girl to be minnie. his freehand attempts to rub the sleep from his eyes, a childish whine escaping him. “ fuck. ”  wilbur lets out, trying to snatch his own arm back from underneath her. “ i’m dying, min. i think this is it for me. ”

[dcviltown]

@badheroine / wilbur & cristian

EVERYTHING’S BEEN A MESS as of late, at least in his mind. there’s plenty of reasons for wilbur to be so distracted, however the biggest one was the person he was currently waiting for. when wil returned home after the last time he’d ‘seen’ cris, he had a complete meltdown. it didn’t help to receive a call from his father, worried that either someone saw him, or that his father  could sense the golden boy’s shame from across the city. shame. he’s not even sure if that’s the right word for what he’s feeling. all wilbur does know is that the sensation comes on in waves, thinking one moment that he’s made peace with it, and the next.. wilbur’s drowning in his own thoughts again and he knows it. another thing that he does know is that undeneath the negative thoughts laid a simple truth. when wil kissed cris— because yes, he kissed him— it felt right. different, but right. so he sits out in the cold, prefering to risk being spotted over letting go of whatever thing he may have had with cristian. 

[theaftermathofacatastrophe]

The 1000th photo from my show last week. . . . #VarlaJeanMerman #BadHeroine #Provincetown #Polaroid #Instant (at Provincetown, Cape Cod)