Let me explain you a thing.
When I say I adore Misha Collins, I don’t mean because he’s attractive or funny (though that comes into it), I mean because he is a genuinely nice person.
I was at Asylum 10 this weekend, and for Misha’s autographs he wasn’t allowed to personalise things because of time constraints which is fair enough. However, when I was getting mine, I managed to blurt out (I mean it I was shaking really hard) how important it was to meet him, as Asylum 10 was a goal for me not to kill myself.
The second I said that he stopped writing and looked up at me, and his response was:
“You need better goals.” I almost laughed but I was really trying not to cry, so I responded with:
“No. I don’t.” At this point, he reached across the table and grabbed my hand, pen still off the paper. He looked up at me, shaking and almost crying and smiled and said the simplest thing. At this point he let my hand go.
“See you next year?” I nodded, I was shaking really hard and I picked up the picture and went to leave, but he grabbed my hand again and pulled me back a little. He asked for my name and then wrote what it says on the top left hand corner. He squeezed my hand and smiled and then let me go.
So yesterday at the Iron Man 3 Premiere this security guard asked me why I looked so sad.
When I told him it was because I had been hoping to see Tom Hiddleston there, he told me that it was okay, he would be my Tom Hiddleston and proceeded to strike a series of poses. Best. Thing. Ever.
Reblogging myself because this man deserves our respect. He was amazing!
With the lines of good and evil once again blurred, new relationships will have to be created, and help will be required from the most unlikely of people. And because, now, all of the angels have been cast out of Heaven, perhaps there’s an opening to receive some behind-the-scenes help from a familiar idjit who still happens to be there. —
Screenrant’s review of Sacrifice
I didn’t even think of that. HOLY CRAP.
The Winchesters have so many dead friends up there.
Metatron vs. Bobby Singer’s army of dead Supernatural side characters?
Mum has been napping and shows no signs of getting up tonight so my dad took it upon himself to make my birthday cake. All I heard was “all I can say is I’m so sorry” before I walked in and saw thiS WHAT IS THIS.
I told him earlier “don’t be stingy with the raspberry” THIS IS NOT WHAT I MEANT DAD IT IS OOZING OUT OF THE SIDES
YOU HAD TO PUT CHOPSTICKS INTO IT TO HOLD IT TOGETHER DAD
“it’s my Chinese blood cake”