“Why are you pointing to my feet?”
“To foreshadow your future ankle!”
After agreeing to later doodling on my ankle for a tattoo during autographs. The middle right is his doodle, underneath is after the tattoo artist traced it.
My tattoo, drawn by Misha Collins
If you know anything about Misha Collins you know that he’s been to Hell and back (literally and figuratively) yet you’ll rarely see him without a smile on his face. He grew up homeless and worked as a carpenter to put himself through school. Instead of complaining, he worked hard to get his education as well as built his entire house and everything in it from scratch. Basically, nothing stops him from being happy and making others happy. He spreads the happy through Random Acts and in his every day life. From going out of his way making fans days to changing lives all over the globe, Misha Collins is an epidemic, spreading smiles around the world. When I personally thought I could never smile again, I would think of Misha and remember to be happy. To not let the bad EVER overcome the good, and to spread the joy. When times get hard, he is my go-to ‘feel better’ thought. I’m not saying he’s the only amazing person in the world who does things like this, or even the most amazing person in the world, but everyone has their hero, the one they imagine telling them ‘it gets better’ in hards times, and he is mine.
Sitting here thinking about the times I’ve met Misha
And about the conversations we had
And the ridiculously silly things I’ve witnessed him do
And how he’s made me feel more like a friend than a fan
The genuine laughter, the genuine hugs goodbye
And then I started thinking about Random Acts
The things he’s done, the money I’ve donated
How he’s helped me grow into a better person
And then I started thinking about GISHWHES
And the crazy things I did for it
The memories he helped make, even the scars
The stories I get to tell my kids someday
How I have to remember to thank him for that next time we meet
And I just felt like saying something
'Cause this guy didn't just change my life
He’s, on a daily basis, changing this world
And I’d hate for people to look back on what he’s done and say
"I have no idea who he was…"
His name is Misha Collins, he’s utterly insane
And he’s all of the stories we were told about Superheros growing up.
I hope someday (if not already) you get to meet him, too.
Playing a game with Misha
If you lose:
-You have a weeks load of ridiculous pictures, videos, stories and maybe even scars you won’t stop talking about any time soon.
-You meet incredible people on the same wavelength of insanity as you that you may not have met other wise and get to call them family.
-You bond even more with other friends and family over filling helium balloons, making various food statues and shaving each other. Just not the legs!
-You break a world record.
If you win:
-All of the above.
-Also Rome with your hero.
Original gifs by repimg.
I honestly wonder what they told Misha while filming this. “Act naturally as if you’re bored waiting for a train”?
“OH LOOK IT HAS ARRIVED!”
A person who is gratified by pain, degradation, troll victimization, etc., that is imposed by Misha Collins.
The awkward moment when I have to reblog my own post ‘cause I accidentally deleted it.
"When you smile, I melt inside…"
My weekend with Misha Collins: Sunday
Everyone wants to share a moment with their hero that they could tell stories about for years. This is my story.
I felt good about Sunday. Even though I was saying goodbye for Cas knows how long, I was ridiculously grateful to have that extra time at all. And I wasn’t just excited for Misha, I got some extra time with a lot of cool people like Wil Wheaton, Michael Rosenbaum and Julie Benz that day (some of my favorites.) But…yeah, mostly for Misha. We were also excited to get a chance to talk to Jim.
There was actually a line this day (which mostly turned out to be for the Stargate cast) so we got in it and waited for the girl to send people in. When she came down the aisle she asked who people were there for and would either send them in or if the person wasn’t there she would make them wait. She came to us and asked who we were there for and we said “Misha.” Misha wasn’t there yet so she said to wait a little longer. As she went up the aisle again she said “If anyone is here for Misha, make sure you make him smile!” and when asked why she just said “Just…make him laugh!” When she came back about 5 minutes later she said “who are you here for again?” and when we said Misha she said “Go to Misha!” and pointed at the room. The way she said it, I swear I heard music. I wish that was something I heard on a daily basis. Sadly, it isn’t so.
When we got in Misha still wasn’t there but I guess he was on his way down. So in the meantime we talked to Jim. I’ll make a separate post if someone asks but for now just know, he was fantastic.
While we talked to Jim, Misha’s line went from 5 to 10 people so we decided to get in it. The girl made it seem like he was having a terrible day so I was confused when he walked in with a huge smile. He said hi to a bunch of people and then walked up to Julies table. He showed her something on his phone and they both started laughing. After that and my flashback to them with a bunch of people at the bar at 2am, I assumed the rough morning that was referred to was probably an extreme hangover and lack of sleep. You could tell by his face but he looked perfect regardless. Then when he sat at his table and started talking to the first person he said “Hi, today I’m disguised as a responsible adult!”
There were no time limits there so we waited while people took their time to ask him questions and such. After probably 7 minutes or so we were next and just like the day before, he made eye contact with me and took out his phone while he was still talking to the other person. The SECOND she left he held up his phone and said “When are you gunna go?!” And I was like “I wen’t!” and he looked at his phone and it refreshed itself and he said “Oh, there you are.” And I was like “Yeah mine never tells me when you played either, but anyway, NO FUCKING WAY DID YOU GET THE WORD ANGEL! SHENANAGINS!” I said. He looked like he definitely knew it was the first thing I was gonna say, had a huge smile and he seemed extremely satisfied with my response to his word. It was obvious he did it purely to make me freak out because it was a terrible word points-wise. “I had to, HAD to do it even though it wasn’t worth any points. I knew I was gunna wind up crushing you anyway so it didn’t matter” he said. “Well thank you for that. It totally made my night and made the fandom collectively freak out” and he laughed at that.
"Anyway, my friend actually came here to see Jim since we had little to no faith in you giving him that note but you looked bored so we came to talk." I said, making excuses. "I am bored! Where is everyone?" he said and looked around. "Who knows. But also..I’m not gunna…NOT take advantage of my hero being in the same room as me, yanno? It doesn’t happen very often. And I guess I wanted to tell you that before I left, too. We spent a lot of the weekend being extremely sarcastic but I wanted you to know that I really do consider you my hero above everyone and that you actually really don’t know what it means to me that we hung out and that you took so much time to listen to me, make me laugh, remember me, play Words with me and stuff. It’s really amazing and you just completely reminded me why I look up to you and strive to be like you so much. I honestly will never be able to explain how grateful I am. Thank you…so much for this weekend, Misha." I managed to get out without nerves, somehow. The entire time I was talking he was nodding with the most sincere smile. You could tell he was touched but because he was Misha the first thing he said after a pause was "And yet…I’m still going to destroy you in Words With Friends" he said smiling. "…Yes, thank you that means a lot. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear" I said sarcastically and he started to laugh as soon as I said it. "Good, I’m glad" he said and then reached his hand out to shake mine again "I enjoyed hanging out with you this weekend" he said with a much softer smile this time. It was extremely genuine. It seemed like the only thing keeping him from getting up to hug me goodbye was the line of people that kept growing behind me and them seeing and all wanting the same thing. But I felt like we really bonded and had fun together that weekend so I couldn’t just walk away like that. The face he made was too much for me and I just needed to hug him immediately so I let go of his hand and just said "Mish, you can be completely honest with me but is it okay to ask for a hug goodb-" before I finished the sentence I was smothered in his arms. It wasn’t a 1 second hug like you got in the photos or passing him in the hallway. It was a genuinely nice, tight hug that lasted longer than I thought it would. I literally thought I was gunna cry from how perfect it was and the thought of not seeing him for a while after it. But I didn’t. I just hugged him back and had the biggest smile when he let go. Of course my friend took advantage of him standing and said “can I get one, too?” she asked and held out her arms. “Of courseeee, come here” he said and hugged her, too.
It was a perfect end to a perfect weekend. This is why Misha Dmirti Tippens Krushnic is and always will be my hero.
My weekend with Misha Collins: Saturday
My weekend with Misha Collins: Friday
Everyone wants to share a moment with their hero that they could tell stories about for years. This is my story.
DragonCon 2011. The weekend my hero, Misha Collins, came to know me by face and then by name.
To be honest, my story really started in New Jersey about two months prior to this incredible weekend when Misha made a handshake with me on stage at NJCon because it was on my bucket list (well, my lifes-too-short-so-fuck-it-list, aka: FuckIt List)after bonding with me over the things he was impressed by on the rest of the list. But although he showed an interest in me at that time, it was hardly a ‘getting to know you’ experience with 500 spectators watching the whole thing.
Which brings me to this weekend. We’ll start with Friday. Fridays the long one, guys. Brace yourselves. I spent 20 minutes with Misha on this wonderful day, which I didn’t expect in the least because I didn’t know he would be there. That afternoon there were rumors that Misha wasn’t going to be there until Saturday because he was stuck on flights with Jim. So at around 5:00 when realized we had some time to kill before my friends photo with Wil Wheaton, we decided to just go check out the Supernatural/Stargate room (which was secluded from the giant main autograph room) to maybe say hey to Mark, Samantha, Julie, etc. When we got to the door and said we were originally coming for Misha but we wanted to see everyone else anyway she said “Misha is in there right now.” We were like “No, no he isn’t…he didn’t make his flight, everyone’s talking about it.” She peaked in to check if she was just bad at her job and said “well someone got the wrong message because he’s right back there.” My friend and I poked our heads in and saw him sitting at the very last table alone. The room was dead. I didn’t purchase an autograph from Misha because he had mailed me one once for free in response to something I did for Random Acts and I don’t really believe in paying for autographs but my friend bought one. When we walked in he was sitting in his chair talking to some young boy and messing with his phone. There was no one there except this boy and his manager. The second he saw us he immediately gave us his full attention.
"Hi Misha!" we said. "Hey!" he said energetically and then cocked his head. I knew he was trying to figure out who I was because he squinted his eyes at me and started to move his mouth but nothing came out. "We were at NJCon and I was wondering if you could sign this picture of us for me?" my best friend said and handed him a picture of him, Jared and herself. "Of course! Oh wow, that looks like one of those Jared hugs that really hurt, right?" he said. "Yeah but it was totally worth it!" she said. Misha said something playful like "of course it is" or something. "I also brought this envelope of pictures of stupid things I’ve done because of you that I wanted you to take a look at." Before even finishing Misha ripped the envelope out of her hand saying "oh awesome, I love corrupting the youth," opened it, and then began to look through them.
"Oh cool, the rhino envelope….Oh wow, Shock Value! You actually bought that? Nice!…what’s this?" he said as he got to a picture of him wearing a yellow bracelet that said "Believe." "I gave you a yellow bracelet quickly at NJCon that said ‘believe’ to signify the fandoms belief in you as a great person making a difference in the world and in peoples photo ops later in the day you were wearing the bracelet and it made me extremely happy!" "Oh, awesome. Thank you for that." he said and smiled. "Oh, before I forget, I got you a present." "Oh I love presents! What is it?" he said. "I got you this Jersey Shore shot glass. I actually hate Jersey Shore but we talked about it at NJCon and we’re from NJ so I wanted to give you something that represented that." He played with it in his hands. "Niicee, I will definitely be taking a shot out of this later, thank you. Actually, yanno what? Fuck it. Just..fuck it. Let’s fucking do this. " He then filled the JS shotglass with water from his water bottle and immediately took a shot out of it.
"Ahhh, yeah." "Jesus, Misha there’s a child right there! His virgin ears!" I said in response to his love of the word fuck. "Who, him? He doesn’t fucking matter." Just then the boy dropped chips. "What the fuck are you fucking doing?!" Misha said as he took the chips from the boy and the boy started laughing. As my friend started putting her stuff away, he looked at me again still trying to figure out who I was. “‘I’m not actually getting an autograph ‘cause you actually sent me one in the mail once..-" he cut me off "I did?! That doesn’t sound like me… " He said, half smiling. "Well you did, haha. I sent you something for Random Acts and you sent me a thank you with an autograph and my name with a heart." "Huh. I don’t know why I did that, you must’ve done something really cool. So thanks." Big smile. "Of course..anyway so I’m not getting an autograph but I wanted to show you this *I take out a paper* to remind you that we-” he cut me off again. “What’s that?!” he said as he ripped the paper from my hand. It was my list of things I wanted to do that I showed him in NJCon. “We made a handshake on stage at NJCon and this is my-” he was good at cutting me off, but I loved it. “Oh yeah, that was you! This is your list?! Yeah I remember that, we had a lot of fun. Let me just authorize for you that we did that” he said as he picked up a silver sharpie and signed his name near "3. Make a handshake with Misha Collins."
He handed it back to me with a wide smile, knowing I didn’t buy an autograph and said “now it’s official :).” “Oh awesome. I mean no one questioned it, but now they definitely wont.” I said sarcastically. He appreciated my sarcasm. “Yanno another thing I have to cross off on my list is playing Words With Friends with you…” I said. “Yeah, but your goal was to beat me wasn’t it? (he remembered, I died) I told you that would never happen so you should just take if off.” He leaned back in his chair and smiled. “Or I could just try to beat you. So if you’re up for it…” before I even got halfway through my proposal he took his phone out of his pocket and asked me my username. I wrote it down for him in very messy handwriting and began to plug it into his phone.
"Does that say Jenna..rashion?" he said, teasing me. "No it’s Jenna RATION. Like, generation. ‘Cause my names Jenna…get it?" I said. "Yeah I know, I get it. Like, it’s supposed to be punny but really it’s not?" He said sarcastically and stared dead at me. "I mean, it is pretty punny, though." I said. "Well, whatever you believe" he joked. "Alright you’re locked in, but just know…I’m going to crush you" he said. "I hear what you’re saying, but I might actually crush you" I said, not really believing my words. "No, I guarantee you… you will not survive" he said and sat back in his chair. "It’s cute that you think that *he laughed at that* so I wont hold this conversation against you when I win.” We kept going back and forth. “Well, let me tell you…out of the last 40 people I played, Jared Padalecki was the only person to beat me and I’m pretty sure he cheated, soo…” he shrugged. “Well that’s why I’m here, yanno? I have to make it even every once in a while.” He looked at me and nodded his head like he felt bad for my future demise in WWF. “Wow I sound so mean, just so you know I’m being incredibly sarcastic…you’re actually my hero I don’t want you to think I’m being a dick.” I said, just to clarify. “Well, yes, you are being incredibly sarcastic because there’s no way you’re ever going to win.” I started laughing at that. “Alright, cool. Well I guess we’ll see.” At that second some volunteers working the con came from behind the curtain and asked Misha for some pictures. “Of course” he told them “hang on girls I’ll be right back.” He left to take some pictures so we went to talk to Mark and others for a little while.
When he got back we stalled at Marks table for a minute so as to not go immediately back. Once we walked back over Misha put his head in his hand and groaned “Ugh, what? What do you guys fucking want from my life now?! What does everyone want, leave me alone!” He said, completely joking but nonetheless I said “woahhhh, sasstiel!” He looked like he never heard that. “What’s that?” he asked. “Yanno when people call Castiel Sasstiel when he’s being sassy?” I asked back. “No, they do?” he said smiling. “Yeah, it’s pretty accurate, isn’t it?” I asked. “It is accurate.” He said. My friend walked away for a second to check Jims table and the boy next to Misha started feeding him chips. “Misha is that boy your slave?!” I blurted out. “YES. Yes he is” he said. “Oh cool. I won’t tell anyone” I said. “Tell people, I don’t care” he said. My friend walked back to us just in time to see the boy drop chips on both of them. “What the fuck are you doing?!?” Misha said to the boy “AND WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GET THAT SANDWICH?!” he said, ripped the sandwich from the boys hand and took a huge, slow, obnoxious bite right out of the middle. “Mmmm” he said and shoved it back in the boys hand. “Seriously, who the fuck is this?!” I said. “Are you guys related?” my friend asked. “Ummm…not technically. Kind of. Literally no.” he said. “I honestly have no further questions. I don’t wanna know.” I said and he laughed.
My friend changed the subject and said “hey Mish, could you do me a favor?”.. “What do you want now?! Probably not but just say it.” he said in an extremely sarcastic tone. I laughed but my friend stayed determined. “In case we don’t see Jim this weekend, can you give him a note for me?” she asked. “Ummm…there’s about…a 10% chance.” he said. “Well 10 out of what?” I asked. “Out of a hundred. Maybe a thousand. But if you feel like you can beat the odds then go for it, give me it. If you really, really think you have a shot, give me the note.” He said, teasing. My friend reached in her folder for the note. “Wow, she’s actually getting it.” he said to me. “I know, just humor her.” I said, shaking my head and smiling. “Well if for some reason he doesn’t get it can you tweet him that I said hi?” she asked, which I didn’t agree with at all. “Well that I can tell you I won’t do. There’s no chance, people would get mad and bitch. You’re 2 for 2, you’re doing good, what else do you want?” he said leaning in and teasing. My friend made a joking angry face at him and put the note down. “Yanno Mish, if you don’t do it she might just explode and tell the fandom you were a hugee dick.” I said completely joking. “Do it! I would love to see you do it. Tell them that, I want them to think that” he said with a straight face. “No I’m joking, I could never! You’re amazing!” and he smiled wide after that. My friend looked at the time and said “shit my photo op is in like 10 minutes, we should start walking.” .. “Good, get out of here. Leave me alone.” Misha said, smiling. “Yeah we’re gunna beat it, but I actually have a photo with YOU tomorrow, so I’ll see you then.” I said. “That’s a good choice” he said and winked “it’s only gunna go up in value.” .. “Oh…really? Well I’ll probably just sell it for cash then…” I said and he started laughing. “Well thank you.” He said. “I’m just joking, I’ll see you tomorrow. I was gunna do it today but you weren’t here!” He looked instantly confused. “What do you mean I wasn’t here?” he asked, concerned now. “I mean, you weren’t here. You were stuck on a plane similar to Jims situation, right? That’s what everyone is saying. People skipped their supposedly canceled photo ops and stuff” I said and he looked upset now. “I’ve..I’ve been here since 1:00. Why are people saying that? That’s not okay. I gotta go check this out.” he said and walked right out the front of the room, through the crazy crowd and to the information desk. My friend decided to write her twitter name and add stuff to Jims note while we waited for Misha to get back. When he came back in he looked really worried. “This is not good. Can you girls do me a favor? I’m gunna tweet too but can you guys tweet to everyone that I’m here and tell anyone who says they skipped something of mine to come see me?” he asked. “Yeah, of course Mish. We’ll tweet it right now.” we said, and we did. “Alright I’m really gunna be late for my photo op, we gotta go.” my friend said and left her note by Misha. “Yeah we gotta run but we tweeted people already and will be sure to tell anyone we see” I said. “Thanks a lot guys” he said, flustered now in front of his table “I gotta go figure this out now.” .. “Yeah, good luck with that Mish. I’ll see you tomorrow” I said. “Yeah, see ya tomorrow :)” he said and we were off. A few minutes later while we were walking we saw Misha’s tweet photo announcing he was there with his orange underwear and cracked up because we shouldn’t have expected anything less from him when he said he would tweet about it. Friday night Misha played the first word in Words With Friends and I fell into a blissful sleep before playing back.