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I wasn't planning on sharing my other Batman art here (other than Two-Face) but here is some of my takes on Batman characters :)

Alright, gather ‘round, gremlins and goblins, because Trash Dad’s pulling the minivan over and we’re gonna have a real loud talk about manners on the internet — specifically, your inability to read a damn blog description before flailing into someone’s inbox like a feral raccoon in a recycling bin.

Rule #1:

If someone puts content warnings, shipping preferences, fandom tags, or literal neon-lit disclaimers on their blog and you STILL come whining like, “ummm this makes me uncomfy,” then congratulations — you played yourself.

You were warned. You were guided. You had every signpost telling you “Hey, maybe don’t go poking around here if this ain’t your scene,” and you decided to march in anyway like you were entitled to rearrange someone else’s sandbox. Spoiler alert: you’re not.

Rule #2:

People can ship what they want. People can write what they want. It is not your business.

Don’t like it? That’s cool. Use the magical tools at your disposal:

Scroll. Mute. Block. Leave.

But don’t you dare vague, subtweet, or passive-aggressively try to guilt someone into censoring themselves on their space because you can’t handle seeing a tag you disagree with.

Rule #3:

This is a customizable, adult space. Not preschool. You don’t get gold stars for tone policing or moral grandstanding. We write here to explore, to create, to get unhinged and sometimes deeply messy. If that rattles your pearl-clutching sensibilities, then maybe go knit a Tumblr cozy and chill out somewhere quieter.

Look, Trash Dad gets it — some content just ain’t for you. That’s normal. That’s human. But how you react to it? That’s where your character shows. So either be an adult and curate your space, or go play in traffic on MySpace (not in real life we DON’T want that).

TL;DR:

Mind your damn business. Read the blog. Respect boundaries. And for the love of whatever gods are left, stop trying to make everyone write like they’re a character in a Disney channel original.

Now be good or I’m turning this car around.

I know, I know. Horrifying. Disgusting. Terrible news. I too have looked at my own writing and thought, “Wow, incredible, somehow every word here was chosen by a haunted Roomba.” And yet? We keep going. Because the thing you wrote while tired, anxious, rusty, distracted, overthinking, or convinced you have never once known how sentences work? Someone else might read it and go, “Oh. There it is. That line hit me directly in the ribs.”

You are allowed to be proud of imperfect writing. You are allowed to post the thing even if you think it could be better. You are allowed to have off days, messy drafts, slow replies, weird sentences, and plots held together with glitter glue and denial. Writing is not about being flawless. It is about making something out of nothing and handing it to someone else like, “Here. I made this little creature in my brain. Please be gentle with it.”

And that is brave as hell. So no, your writing is not trash. That is my department. I am the trashdad. You are the raccoon with a tiny typewriter and a dream.