Keep Bleeding Ink

Majority of what you see here will be BBRAE, Teen Titans, Young Justice, basically anything DC universe related, and fandom stuff.


Writing your own stuff: ‘Oh man this is the greatest story ever.’

Reading your own stuff after a month: ‘Welp, let’s set this travesty on fire and never speak of it again.’






When spoken word artist Brenna Twohy tells you that she is an unabashed devotee of all things “Potterotica” — erotic fiction based in the magical universe of Harry Potter — your response probably shouldn’t be that her taste is “unrealistic.” 

Watch her full monologue here. 

(Source: National Poetry Slam uploaded by Button Poetry)

I’m happy to be getting to the point where I don’t have to feel weird about enjoying fanfiction, or having written a bunch of it. Partly it’s that the fandom experience has become more broadly shared. Partly it’s that I stopped giving a shit.

And as for why I like the porny sort of fanfiction, see above. She says it better.

I like sex with context. I like sex when it involves fully fleshed out characters. I like the backstories. I like feeling like these people do other things when they aren’t having sex.

This makes me happy.
Supremely happy that someone said this.

Anonymous asked: Please do another BBRae!


Erm… how about this?

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"When I asked for something to calm me down, this was not it."

The small, green kitten looked up from her feet, mewing softly as it wove its small body in between her feet before rubbing its head against her bare ankles. Raven felt her lips twitch in a mixture of annoyance and frustration, glaring down at the animal. He just stared up at her with those enormous, green eyes and then jumped into her lap, purring loudly. He sat back on his haunches and pawed up her chest, kneading at her breasts as he rubbed his head under her chin.

Raven held out for as long as she could, but he knew her weakness.

Her arms wrapped around the small form in her arms, bringing her face down to bury in the soft, silky fur of the animal. As soon as she felt his soft purring reverberating against her chest, her control began to wane. The emotions roiled up inside her finding her open wounds and sores that she had somehow managed to keep from hurting. It was as if someone had poured acid on her soul, and she was disintegrating into nothingness as it ate away at her.

Tears streamed silently down her face, and Raven brought his small body into her arms, sobbing into his fur. Hey lay there quietly, occasionally licking her tears from her cheeks as she cradled him to her chest, allowing herself a single moment to bask in the solace he offered her. 

It might have been something small, but it was something he gave her. 

In 60 years

  • grandchild: grandma why are you so bitter??
  • me: *takes a swig of vodka*
  • me: *lights up cuban cigar*
  • me: *gazes out the window*
  • me: my otp will never be canon
  • *roll credits*