#< I’d pity the team trying to tell him no 😂 or tell him what to wear and how to have his hair

[nicoscheer]

Don’t come for me, but sometimes I think Miles and Alex would be happier if they had switched careers. Miles selling out Arenas and having ten thousands of fans screaming his name while Alex (and the monkeys) get to just make their music any way they want for a ‘small’ but oh so fiercely loyal fan base …

(But obviously I have no Clive cause I know neither of them and therefore don’t know how they really feel)

sometimes it still boggles my mind why isn’t miles is a big household name. in the early days of his career he got all it takes for a making of a superstar (now still too!). the looks, the skills, the friends/connections, the personality, etc.

genuine question; why and when do you think it goes wrong for him?

(disclaimer: gonna go ahead and say i’m so sorry that this is so long. 😂 i sorta went off the rails by the end. but i’m a stan and this is pure catnip for me. 😂 i don’t know why you chose me to ask, but i’m very fucking glad you did so i can be on the record.)

i think i understand what you're asking, but even as a general sentiment, i don't think anything has Gone Wrong for him. when you lay it all out, yeah, it seems like he Should be a bigger star. but i think it's complicated. so i'm gonna try to break some shit down to help you get Unboggled haha.

so. to start. becoming a household name/superstar is an immeasurable feat which rarely has to do with pure/raw talent alone. it is also very rarely just an accident or luck - although that does have tons to do with it. but more often, there's a Machine behind these big, household names. whether that means the right a&r rep from the right label being at the right show at the right time (which def falls under the umbrella of luck). or it could be some combo of nepotism, networking, privilege, etc.

either way, being backed by a Machine is the rarest and most efficient path to Superstardom. being the Full Package simply isn't enough. i listen to plenty of artists across multiple genres who have the talent, style, beauty, awards, personality, great stage presence, sold out shows, etc, and they aren't household names by any stretch of the imagination, just like our sweet miles.

another thing to realize is that people throw around the word 'superstar' a lot. ACTUAL superstars/megastars excel beyond genre to every corner of the world. the general population who don't listen to country music probably wouldn't know whoever the popping young country artist is right now. but you know who they DO know? dolly fuckin parton. she is a recognizable figure and name who transcends genre.

if we want a more specific example, relative to miles kane, we can look to arctic monkeys. they are extremely popular. they have megahits. uk's beloved sons, as they very well should be. but the everyday indie rock fan who has a few of their records and goes to shows may only recognize alex by face or name, and not even necessarily that. but what about people who don't listen to that genre? what about the general population? they might recognize a hit from AM, but would they necessarily know the band's name? the parents and grandparents of the world might recognize the chorus of 'do i wanna know?' from the radio at best, but more than that? nah. that might sound like an odd barometer, but that's the kind of measurement you use for superstardom. do people who aren't the target audience still know the artist.

let's look at it from the opposite angle. the beatles are the definition of household names, right? now, personally, i don't fuck with them like that. i don't own their records or listen to them of my own volition. but just by osmosis, i can name each member, might be able to match those names to faces, and could probably name five of their songs if someone stopped me on the street to win $500. and i’m sure i’m not alone in that.

you see what i'm saying? standom vs fandom vs casual fan are all different things, and yet none of them equate to household name recognition.

SO. with all that being understood, it isn't a question of why miles isn't a superstar. it's that less than 1% of artists can ever reach the level of what superstardom means. that's just how the cookie crumbles.

but i wanna talk about what miles fucking kane is. since i have your attention. and i need a proper miles kane appreciation post on my fucking record.

if i believed in fate, which i mostly do, i'd say miles has a level of fame which is perfect for him. he gets to make the music he wants to make, with whomever he wants to make it, and work whenever he wants, at his own pace -- which is very fucking fast. like goddamn sit down, boo.

he gets to have an intimacy with his fans that seems like a great balance between unknown and too known. he can be personal at gigs/after shows. doesn't need beefy security. paparazzi aren't hounding him at asda or walking max or out at the pub. he can express himself through fashion and hairstyles without a Team telling him no, nor some IG celeb page getting thousands of comments about how Bad an outfit is. (which should never happen because she is cunt all the time purr.) he can be himself on social media without his every word and move being under scrutiny.

this man is FREE. if anything, i would imagine some household name Superstars would be envious of this kind of career. the best of both worlds. a balance. his fandom is ride or fucking die about him, myself included. he gets to experience a love and affection that's more than superficial. he's not singing into a void or a faceless mass. his shows are packed and electric with fans right on top of him. like. idk how many times i've read a fan experience of someone getting to hug him, touch him, get his sweat on them, give him gifts, have personal conversations, etc.. but also, he gets to play to those big festival and stadium crowds, too. he has made a beautiful career for himself. WITHOUT a machine. that’s nothing to shake a stick at.

(disclaimer: the rest of this response slowly devolves into defensive Stan territory 😂. but the aggressive tone is NOT in response to you, anon, i PROMISE. i can tell that your question was a genuine curiosity. this is just an opportunity for me to put in my two cents after years of reading dumbass people talking shit about miles.)

and also. if i can talk my shit on his behalf??? since there are a slew of haters who wanna say he's a failure or some hanger on/opportunist? i promise you this man is good. all his solo records charted, and his latest album debuted at #5. he has been on a long ass tour with a fuckload of the shows being sold out. he is featured on a new song every two fucking months with artists of various celebrity and recognition. that's not including all his side projects. he was both a model and performer at '24 paris fashion week. this man WORKS and is respected by his peers enough to collab on everything from music to clothes. do i think miles would like to be a bigger star deep down? SURE. you could probably say that about a majority of musicians. he cares about his craft, and he’s also a ham! i’m sure he is gonna keep working hard to gain more popularity, but i don’t think he is disappointed with what he has by a long fucking shot. that man is confident in who he is. he is extremely, vocally grateful. and he don’t do that fake shit.

AND to those losers who like to walletwatch and comment on how much money he does or doesn't have just because he doesn't have the level of Fame or millions that A.T. does? the man can drop an easy stack at harrods on a pair of shoes and his dog wears custom designer collars. and as far as i know, he has a nice home in a nice area. so be for fucking real, girl. he isn’t fucking slumming it. he is living a more than comfortable life that he's EARNED. and even if he isn't, drip or fucking drown, ho.

so i guess this is all to say that.... superstar or not... miles kane is that bitch. 💅

like. we all know that, right?? we been knew that, right????? because to be very fucking clear, alex turner told y'all asses that fifteen fucking years ago.

x

anyway. sorry, anon, my dear. i kinda went into stan territory there. 😂 i just needed to get some shit off my chest about the bullshit i've read people say over the years.

but thank you for choosing to ask me my opinion, because honestly, talking about miles in any capacity puts me in the zone. i love that bitch bad. if i was the type, i would be arguing on his behalf on the internet all fucking day 😂

tl;dr: no need to be mindboggled, anon. superstardom is a rare condition. i don't think anything has gone wrong for miles kane. i think he's doing everything just right.

[vamossainz55]

Yeah, no doubt Charles gets his share of hate, in fact every driver does, more or less, I was just talking specifically about Carlos. I’d never fault Charles for what people do online, he’s not responsible for them. I do kinda wish ferrari would speak up and ask everyone to stop trying to create a rift between Charles and Carlos but that’s very unlikely to happen, in fact it might enrage people even more haha

It’s always, always the same type of people hating drivers, some of them even basically admit they find it fun to be mean which absolutely baffles me. To each their own I guess.

Carlos in his Mclaren era was a delight, that combination of his own decision to be more himself than he was before (like he said in some interview) and also being paired up with Lando who instantly connected with him worked really well. To me it seems like Carlos needs a much more lighthearted environment to thrive in it, and Ferrari are really far from that… like, being a Ferrari driver puts a certain label on you that you have to be more put together, since it’s a team with such history. Ferrari as a whole need to unclench, stop living off their past victories and truly move forward if they want to be the winning team again. Idk, that’s just how I see things, there’s too much focus on the past, on their legacy, and it’s hurting them more than helping

Anyway, the fact that Tifosi were totally behind Carlos from the moment the weekend started until the very end was really heartwarming ahhh I think the support from everyone was one of the factors why it all went so well for him because ngl, at times this year it seemed like he’d lost some confidence in himself. Hopefully I’m wrong or that it’s all resolved now if I’m not. If only the car was good enough to fight for wins 😭

I guess I’m in a rant mood as well haha, feel free to tell me to stop spamming you 🫶

waaah ! i hope you didnt take it any wrong way- didnt mean you specifically with the charles hate, its just something thats been a bit more conscious in my mind recently and i just wanted to let it out. but yeah, charles is the last person responsible of the hate ofc. i actually prefer ferrari saying nothing about it, i do think itll make matters worse and ultimately ferrari need to fix themselves first 😂.

but yes its usually the same type of people and sometimes its just so so embarrassing. like i get second hand embarrassment sometimes seeing some the things people post to hate on the driver, i just don’t understand how some of them can lack self awareness. ive also been blocked by some accounts on tumblr even though ive never said anything about their fav or interacted w them (infact i love their fav too) but maybe ita cause im a carlos account haha.

mclaren era was so so beautiful i miss it so dearly and i get saddened that he isnt there anymore but ultimately i do think ferrari was a good mood. even though it hurts and sucks ita good that carlos is outside of his comfort zone and that he needs to push his elbows out a little but i agree with all your points, ferrari does need to get off the highhorse theyre on (pun not intended 😂) and reflect as to why they arent performing and the type of environment they have. i do think theyre the team thats stuck in old ways, they need to innovate and think outside the box myb idk.

as for carlos this year and his confidence- i think last year really took a toll on him but hes much more confident in himself this year in terms of consistency. hes back to his old self and i think even though the car isnt performing as good hes still pushing the limits whilst being aware of when to stop. but if its the case where hes missing a bit of confidence still i really hope he finds it after monza. we all are really rooting for him. the car and where its at is a pity, but im hoping both charles and carlos just need this breather this season and in some miraculous way the car will catch up next year.

also do not apologize for the rant, i wrote a whole essay i think 😂. but im enjoying this so dont worry your little pretty head about it

[eliahotchniss]

Angels and demons

Reid x BAU!femOC

Based off of the season nine two part season finale of criminal minds

I own nothing

This is my first fic/post to tumblr lemme know if I’m missing something

Thank you so much to @radiant-reid for doing some heavy duty editing😂 I never would’ve had the confidence to post this without your encouragement 😁

TW!! Violence consistent with the show, guns, non graphic descriptions of blood, language (idk if it’s a lot or not)

I just sit there: empty and so full of terror. I’m completely frozen, my brain screaming and my body heavy. Spencer got shot in the neck during the shootout with Reverend Mills.

I can’t hear anything. I’ve had a bomb go off next to me, but the ringing from this is worse. I can see JJ put her hand on my arm from my peripheral, but I don’t feel it. I’m too stiff to move my eyes or body. I feel so much numbness and agony at the same time.

It should’ve been me.

He pushed me out of the way. It’s my fault he got shot. If he dies, I’ll never be able to live with myself, and I know that.

JJ moves to sit in front of me. I don’t know if she’s talking to me or someone else, but she clearly wants my attention. Though I still can’t hear her, I can read her lips. She’s trying to comfort me.

“It should’ve been me,” I say without making eye contact.

“Don’t say that, Elena.”

“No, JJ, you don’t understand. It should’ve been me. Spencer pushed me out of the way that bullet was supposed to hit me! He shouldn’t have pushed me out of the way. He’s a fucking idiot!”

“Hey! Snap out of it! You would’ve done the same thing if the roles were reversed.”

“Of course, because, face it, we need him more than me on this team!”

I know I shouldn’t be screaming at JJ, but I’m so overwhelmed. I refuse to cry. I feel so broken inside. Just as I’m about to punch a wall, a nurse comes out to give us an update. She barely gets his room number out, and I take off with JJ obviously muttering apologizes to the nurse.

My eyes land on him. The sedatives haven’t worn off yet, so he’s still out. Thank God. I can’t imagine the pain he’s in. I post up in a chair beside his bed, staring like if I took my eye off him for a second: he’d disappear. I won’t leave, no matter what Hotch says. I’ll deal with the repercussions later.

I’m not leaving.

30 minutes pass and the team has been in and out. I hear JJ tell Hotch I haven’t left and probably won’t. Garcia put up some Doctor Who figurines, saying something about how happy he’ll be when he wakes up. I wasn’t really paying attention, but I faked a smile and nodded. She’s trying her best to be light that brightens the dark. I know If I opened my mouth, I’d break her. I wish I could be comforted by her, but I can’t, so I stay silent.

“You love him, don’t you?”

“Hmm?”

“Boy wonder, you love him? Not like the way we all love him, but like romantically, you’re in love with him, aren’t you?”

I know I’ve been in love with him since I met him, but I refused to say it out loud. Hell, I’ve never even told my own mother I loved her or my stepdad. Ever since my dad disappeared, I wouldn’t ever say it out loud because then it’s real, and it can be taken away. But this is Spencer.

Spencer Reid, who drinks 60% coffee and 40% sugar. Spencer Reid, who, even with lactose intolerance, still eats dairy. The same man who I could sit and listen to for hours and hours on end. I can feel the sharp burn of tears welling in my eyes. Garcia looks at me with pity, and I return her gaze and nod slightly.

That was it.

That broke me. I let go of my strong persona and just broke. Tears fall from my cheeks, and pitiful sobs escape my throat. Garcia rushes over to comfort me, and as much as I want to push her away, I can’t. I’m too tired to fight it anymore, so I sob harder. Between that and Garcia repeating words of comfort, we don’t hear Spence groan and open his eyes.

“Is that jello?” My heart stopped. I look at Spencer and sure enough, he’s trying to move his hands to get his jello cup. It takes everything in me not to lunge at him. Garcia runs to him and hugs him, being careful of his neck. She then goes to tell Hotch and the rest of the team that he’s awake.

As soon as she leaves and the door closes, Spencer cracks a joke. “So, when this heals, do you think the scar will make me attractive?” As much as I want to laugh, I still feel awful.

“Spencer, they call you pretty boy for a reason,” I say, kind of laughing but still kind of crying.

“Elena, come here.” I move towards him, and he grabs my hand. “Wow, I didn’t know you could cry.” He muses. Normally, I’d be mortified by this show of weakness, but I’m so relieved he’s alive that I don’t care. “C'mon, Elena, say something.”

“Spence, I-I thought I lost you.” My voice remains barely higher than a whisper. “Don’t you ever fucking pull that shit again, you dumb fuck mother bitch!” Spencer always said I have a weird way of swearing.

“Elena, I will always protect you.”

“I don’t need you to protect me. The team needs you more than me!” He wants to argue, but before he can say anything, I see Garcia's power walk, fear and determination in each step. I also see Deputy McGregor heading straight for us before Garcia closes the door. Dirty cops fuck.

I move to the other side of the bed, gun unholstered, instructing Garcia to get Spencer into a wheelchair. “Pull the fire alarm and get him out of here. I’ll distract him.” Before they can argue with me, I holster my gun and close the door behind me.

“Deputy!” He spins around. “Is there something I can help you with?” He gives some bullshit reason for wanting to speak with Spencer and see how he’s doing. I continue to distract him while, sure enough, Garcia and Spencer roll out of the room and sound the alarm. McGregor looks pissed, but before I can arrest him, he slams my head into the nearest wall and runs. Son of a bitch. I call Hotch to let him know he got away and made my way to Spencer.

After a while, they let us back into the hospital. I know someone is going to try to make another attempt, so I sent Garcia to the nurses' station to monitor anyone else from the force trying to make their way in.

Spencer and I pause our conversation about how tired he must be when a nurse comes in.

“He already had his meds,” I state. I’ve read his chart. I know when all of his medications and antibiotics were given. I know hospitals get busy, so I wanted to make sure he didn’t miss or double up on any doses.

“Post-op antibiotics.” The nurse says.

“He’s had those too.” My voice is even and polite until I saw the name of the antibiotics. “He has a severe allergy to beta-lactams. It’s in his chart.”

The nurse ignores me. At this point, I’m either going to punch him in the face or slap the drugs out of his hands. I chose the latter, and that’s when I see it. The gun. When he bent over to pick up the syringe, his scrub top lifted, revealing a black handgun. Spencer yells gun, and the “nurse” goes to grab it. In one fluid movement and without hesitation, I draw my weapon and put a bullet in his chest. He drops to the floor and bleeds out. Morgan rushes in and sees I’m still holding my weapon, aimed at the man slowly dying as if I’m daring him to get up. Morgan puts his gun away and slowly moves toward me

“Jones, he’s not gonna get back up. I need you to put the weapon down, okay?” I know he’s right, but I still hold my stance until Spencer reaches to grab my arm. Morgan grabs the gun from me, and Spencer pulls me into an embrace. Morgan calls Hotch to let him know what happened and leaves the room. I stay there hugging Spencer, not knowing if I can let go because of my own fears. My adrenaline slowly starts to come down when he turns to my ear and whispers, “Thank you, Elena.”