The good thing here is that, even though she’ll be dragged through the mud for much of the foreseeable future, Nicki can afford to do what she did. She wouldn’t have been able to in 2009, but she can now. She’s one of the most successful artists out right now, she has a million endorsements and products practically set in stone, her presence in pop culture was submitted eons ago, she secured her place as an icon already, and she has a looot of friends who are even more successful than she is.
Miley is….white. Which is pretty much equal to all of those other things, but I think Nicki is going to weather this storm.
I couldn’t reblog this nonsense because she probably has me blocked 😂but here’s the thing though. Grow the fuck up. You were called out because you are one of those really annoying people who are afraid to admit they don’t know something so they’ll just answer any which way, no matter if it’s totally inaccurate and essentially making yourself look like a dumb ass. It has nothing at all to do with popularity that I didn’t notice luciferlaughs post, if I would have, I wouldn’t have any problem telling them so because I suspect no one wants to have inaccurate posts on their blog. I know I don’t and I would appreciate it if anyone told me I did so I could correct it. And you want to sit here and whine about it and instead of just being cool with someone informing you of your false information, you want to make sad excuses. Sigh.
when i was ≈8, i knew one thing for sure and certain: i was a Smart Kid.
i had a great vocabulary. my reading comprehension was years ahead of my age. my mathematical ability was limited only in that any math class i took was on arithmetic. i was able to do one and two step algebraic problems easily.
i also knew that questions were what you asked when you didn’t understand something, and when you didn’t understand something, you weren’t a Smart Kid.
and i was a Smart Kid.
at first, nobody noticed i didn’t ask questions. really, i didn’t have many.
here is another thing about me: i follow Rules. though if you ask my parents they may disagree. there is a difference in my understanding of rules and Rules. the Rules are nigh-universal. it’s okay to break rules. it’s not okay to break Rules. in fact, in many cases i physically can’t. my body refuses to cooperate. i like math because it is made up entirely of Rules. many games we played at school were made up of Rules. i followed the Rules. this is partially why i wasn’t diagnosed autistic until recently: once i knew the Rules, i could follow them. social situations had Rules, and i knew them.
pay attention to people who are talking to you. say ‘excuse me’ when you need to leave. when people are talking to you, watch the bridge of their nose. blink every prime second up until 17, then start back at one. when someone gives you a compliment, smile, duck your head, and say ‘thank you.’ tell stories about yourself. (i have stock party stories) avoid discussing illness, death, politics, or money unless someone else brings it up. keep your hands in your pockets if you need to stim and tap your foot instead. etc.
This is actually asktalon/runescratch here this time. After last night’s… events… thanks to one of my very wonderful friends (who I love dearly and oh my lord what have you done it’s incredible) it got me to thinking. I never really… said anything before I left?
I had meant to - but part of me wanted to just disappear from the league fandom very quietly - I didn’t want to be begged to stay (as I know some of you would, and some of you have), and I didn’t want to give some the satisfaction of knowing I was gone.
I’ll speak about the second half here in a moment.
First, I wanted to honestly say thank you to everyone who supported me over the three years I was here. It was a wild ride, from start to finish, and I couldn’t be more thankful for this community. All of the people who I hold dear to me right now who stuck with me through thick and thin and became my best friends originated from this community. I’ve learned a lot. Met a lot. Cried a lot.
It’s been a ride.
So from the bottom of my heart, thank you for the support you’ve given me. And I’m really sorry I didn’t properly announce the fall of this blog and instead secretly put it on hiatus. I’ve kinda been hiding in the shadows for a while (hah, haha, funny joke) and am just now realizing it may have been wrong of me to not say anything.
Took a while, but it finally dawned on me.
I no longer draw league and am no longer associated with it, unfortunately - mainly, because after a while, it began to hurt me.
People hurt me.
It was an icy knife in my heart that I really couldn’t pull out. I tried, and I tried, but the more I tried, the more alone I felt. It was awful. Allow me to explain.
When I first began this blog, back when things were first starting, I was the first Talon to even exist on tumblr as an askblog. It was three, four years ago, by this point - I honestly can’t remember but POINT IS, people weren’t afraid of me. They talked to me and approached me and even made sure to reply to my posts instead of just reblogging them when I answered them with a short brag in the tags being like “omg asktalon answered me!”
Do you realize how much that honestly hurts, though? It’s a slap in the face. When a blog puts forth effort to answer your question, at least have the decency to put out a few words in response to whatever they did on the actual post. Not just in tags.
I became a trophy before long.
I was bragging rights.
I was “wow asktalon answered me LOL GUYS LOOK LOOK HE DID IT!!”.
That’s all I was to some people. It hurt. It hurt so badly.
I even had one person who sent me an ask, in character, followed by “(shameless self promotion can you please answer this)”.
I was just “that popular Talon blog that might give me free followers if they answer my asks” to some. Not all. But some.
To others, they were jealous. They didn’t want to approach me. They slung foul words at me behind my back, like “ugh I hate their art style so I’m going to announce it to the world and make sure everyone knows I tumblr saviored them too, also don’t use their art for anything because it makes me uncomfortable”, or “lol the talon who ships those weird ships? ewwww yeah they’re awful and weird”, or “they’re scary.”, or “they don’t deserve the popularity they have tbh”.
Etc. Etc. Etc. I could drag it on, and on, and on. Point is, I was being harshly treated by a good portion of the community. For doing. Absolutely. Nothing. But pouring my love and my heart and my soul into my work in hopes that people could enjoy it. In hopes it could inspire others to keep going, and in hopes that I could meet new friends.
It was thrown in my face. By fellow askbloggers. Some of them, even popular ones, who I got word of that were badmouthing me in a skype call to several newcomers. Warning them to stay away from me. Speaking about how supposedly awful of a person I was.
I won’t name names. I really won’t, so please don’t ask. I just wanted to put this out there because I want the questions of “why did you stop?” to… well, stop. I stopped because of this.
I stopped because the hate was eating away at my heart to the point where I was in physical pain. Somedays, I even contemplated stopping drawing entirely. It hurt, so bad.
Not only that, but I was replaced ever-so-secretly on numerous occasions. Which also hurt. Might’ve hurt worse than the namecalling, honestly. I didn’t want any part of it anymore.
I’m not coming back. I’m so sorry, to those of you that liked this blog, and liked me drawing for Talon. I’m so, so sorry. I hope, however, that you will continue to support me on my artblog, Runescratch, which is where you can find me from now on drawing for other fandoms, as well as working on my original characters that I’ll have for a webcomic later. I’m also on twitter by the same name. (Also, please don’t send me asks about this blog to my artblog. Please.)
Heck, if you even wanted to, you could support me on Patreon and help me out financially?
But my shameless self plugging aside (is it shameless if it’s on your own blog? eh.) I really, really, love you guys that took the time to send me messages over the years. It was fun. It was a blast. My art and writing improved SO much because of this blog. And now I’m being recognized by bigger names in the world because of that. You guys helped me to get here.
I can’t thank you enough.
To others who were afraid to talk to me, or who might be afraid to talk to other people:
Don’t be. Seriously, don’t be. This whole “wow they’re a popular artist… i’m scared of them” stuff has to stop. We’re people. With flesh, and blood, just like you. We’ve spent years training and working our hands and brains to be able to draw the way we do. To write the way we do.
Do. Not. Be. Scared.
Approach that popular blog you want to talk to. Not on anonymous. As yourself. Talk to them, you never know what may happen.
And hey, if they’re a jerk?
Punch them in the throat for being a jerk. You’re worth more than that and shouldn’t take that from them. You got this and I believe in you.
Also, word of advice: Don’t believe someone you’ve just met. Don’t form an opinion based on what they say. Form an opinion after you meet the person yourself. Make your own opinions, because the person who spreads the vile from their mouth and makes someone else seem bad, might be the snake that causes the problems in the first place.
Thank you for reading all of this if you did, I know it’s a mouthful and I didn’t put it under a read more.
See ya, hopefully I’ll still see some of you on my other blogs! -Asktalon mun
A huge thank you to anyone who decided to follow this mess of a blog!!!! I swear all it ever is is me crying over kbieksa, manny, sid, hot dads or french-canadians. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
A little bit of mushy gushy always has to come along with a ff, so here it is. Some of the people I’ve met on this website have changed my life. This past year has been one of the roughest out of my 19 years of existence, and I don’t know where I would be without the love and support some of the amazing friends I made here gave me. There’s been alot of ups and downs, learning & growth with me the past few years and I truly want to let every single person who stuck around, follows me, interacts with me, talks to me, or even just reblogs my posts that I appreciate it from the bottom of my heart!!! You’re all beautiful humans to your very core and I’m blessed to know each and every one of you. ♥
So stopping the rambling now, here is my 3000 follower + 3-year follow forever:
“When I was 18, I ran for mayor of my small town and won. Little bit of anti-establishment voter rebellion I guess. Here’s the thing, though, about 18 year olds. They’re idiots. So I pretty much ran the place into the ground and after two months got impeached. Worst part was my parents grounded me.”
We’re Easy Company troopers, we’re raiders of the night We’re dirty sons of bitches, we’d rather fuck than fight We pull upon the risers, we fall upon the grass We never land upon our feet, we always hit our ass
Highty tighty, Christ almighty who the hell are we? Zim zam goddamn we’re Airborne Infantry!
We drink up all the whiskey, we drink up all the gin We take ‘em to the shitter and throw the bastards in
Highty tighty, Christ almighty who the hell are we? Zim zam goddamn we’re Airborne Infantry!
“He and Spade were just induplicable as a team – wonderful together. David is very acerbic and… he’s – you know, he’s a toughie. And Chris is a softie. You’ve got the best of Belushi and Aykroyd, of Abbott and Costello, of Martin and Lewis… You had just a perfect yin-yang situation with those guys.” - Dan Aykroyd
“A fantastic combination of ultimately innocent and ultimately jaded. They are the oil and vinegar of comedy.” - Mike Myers
“They would react to stress in different ways. Chris would get bigger, and David would – there’d be less of David. And I used to say that the amount of weight in the frame kind of stayed constant, you know, in a two-shot.” - Lorne Michaels
“They were funny, they were close, you could tell they were really good friends. And only real – really, really good friends can fight the way they fought. And they’d throw something, and not speak to each other for a couple hours, and we’d all sit there and laugh and watch this thing go back and forth.” - Bo Derek
“And when I’d visit those fools during the [Tommy Boy] shoot, they’d have little fights on occasion, and Farley would [laughs] have a snap and Spade… [laughs] Spade would be scared for his life. They were in love with each other – we all were! You know. But Spade and Farley had a definite… brotherly relationship.” - Adam Sandler
Those fools. The way everyone talks about those fools, and the way everyone smiles so much while talking about those fools.
But David Spade himself, every time he’s asked about Chris Farley, he always gives the same answers, usually “I think about him every day” or some variation thereof, and appears very stoic and tired like he’s climbed these same stairs too many times. It should be noted that this is likely because he once said “if I think about that for more than 5 seconds ill start bawling.”