how to be an internet famous artist

Artist Shout Out

Shout out to artists who get drowned out by popular people’s art

shout out to artists who hardly ever get any reblogs

shout out to artists who feel like people are embarrassed to reblog their art

shout out to artists who constantly get told to “keep trying!” and “work harder!” even though theyve been doing it all their lives and still aren’t up to par with everyone else

shout out to artists who feel like they have no where to go because art is all they have even though it never gets attention

shout out to artists who JUST got a tablet as an adult because theyve never had rich parents to get them every little art supply they wanted

shout out to artists who feel like its too late because all the popular artists are so young

shout out to artists who had friends and family tell them they could be famous but got on the internet and saw how much better everyone else is

shout out to artists who feel like giving up everyday because they feel like they will always be outshined by other popular artists

you’re not alone. You can do this. It’s not a race, even if it feels like it a lot.


This is a small comic I did back in 2011. It’s funny how it still feels so relevant today. Doing art on the internet and getting known for it is exponentially harder when you only do original content. No fanarts of trendy animated movies, or cartoons, no fanarts of famous people/artists’ OCs, just your own thing. But you hang to those few pure souls that like what you do and follow you, not understanding exactly why they are there but feeling unending amounts of gratitude, and you jump into the unknown.

I just wanted to put in lines how it feels, hopefully someone out there feels the same. If you know an artist that is trying or has made his way doing original content, give him a pat in the back, cuz god damn it’s hard.

The Hawkeye Initiative

It’s Natasha that brings it to his attention. Steve still feels a little overwhelmed by Captain America’s popularity in this century and the idea of being famous as well as a ninetyish year old man fastforwarded in time is still something he’s adjusting to. So some things are still alien and the increasing love for the Avengers is something he’s aware of but hasn’t particularly explored. But what Nat shows him makes him start to reconsider his views on social media.

They’re everywhere. All over the internet, every major site where Avengers fans congregate. Pictures. Tons of them. Steve wonders how he managed to miss something so incredible. Nat knows he’s a good artist. When she shows him the pictures there’s a quirk of her lips and more than a glint of mischief in her eyes.

“They’re calling it the Hawkeye Initiative,” she says. 

Steve presses his lips together, trying not to smile, but he’s losing that particular battle. 

“People draw Clint in these poses.”

“Oh my god,” Steve breathes as he swipes to the next screen on Natasha’s phone and sees a scantily clad Hawkeye aiming an arrow at the viewer. The look on his face is… well, suggestive is about the only word Steve feels comfortable using.

“Do one for me.”

“No,” Steve says, but Barton’s been an annoying little shit lately and the idea of doing something silly and petty behind his back is appealing. 

“Please? It’s my birthday." 

"Is it really?” Steve says. She doesn’t say anything but gives him a look that just says, ‘maybe. You’ll never know for sure.’

He fights the urge for as long as he can but a mere forty-five minutes later he’s got a small sketchbook and a pen in hand and a series of cartoon Hawkeye’s in ridiculous outfits emerges. It feels good to draw again and strangely inspired, he continues for the next week. Sometimes Nat sits and draws with him and surprisingly she has some talent for art. Tony finds out about the Initiative and they bring him in on it before he can crack some joke to Barton and ruin their club.

One day after meeting with Fury about a mission, Steve leaves the office and sees Clint leaning against the wall, obviously waiting for him. His arms are crossed over his chest and the look on his face means he’s either pissed or hasn’t had his coffee yet. Steve stops.

Clint looks at him with narrowed eyes, straightens, and then wordlessly pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket. It’s a bit crinkled, it’s folded, but Steve knows that paper. It’s the high-quality paper from the sketchbook Bucky got him for his last birthday. As Barton unfolds the sheet Steve’s heart sinks. He sees this ridiculous comicbook drawing of Clint in fishnets and high heels, his body twisted in impossible angles to mimic what artists do when they draw female characters. Barton holds it up and looks at Steve.

“I walked in on Nat and Stark,” he says.

“I’m sorry,” Steve says, feeling guilty.

Clint shrugs. “I’m actually here for an autograph. I have a friend, Kate - she’ll think it’s hilarious and I kinda owe her one.”