So yesterday, my sister and I had tickets to an advanced screening of Captain America: Civil War. We got into Boston early because we weren’t guaranteed seats because they overbook these things in case people don’t show up. We get in line (we’re like 40 people in) and we settle in to wait for 2 ½ hours to be let in to be seated.
I know Mike Beach is currently in Boston, filming Mark Wahlberg’s new movie, Patriot’s Day. I jokingly started tweeting him about how he should come keep us company in line at the theater (because there was no way I’d be content to just stand there and talk my sister).
Literally about 2 hours laters, I get a reply and yeah.
This is what happened:
Naturally, I start freaking. “Is he serious?” “Is he teasing me?” “I know he said he wanted to do a meet up, but is he pulling my leg?”
The movie was going to be a long one, so I wasn’t going to hold my breath.
Then THIS happened:
H O L Y S H I T
He had mentioned in an earlier tweet that he was going to be around the Prudential Center on Boylston, so my sister and I started walking in that direction for when he told us his location. He had a place in mind, but they ended up being closed, so we could tell he was trying to find something else.
When we stopped at a corner to give him some time, apparently he walked right by us on the street. (We weren’t RIGHT on the corner. We were out of the way and he was on his phone.) I get a reply telling us he found a place.
It was a bar. We walk up, we see him in the window, by himself. Holy shit. We go in and introduce ourselves. He gives us big hugs! He’s wearing his Harley Davidson biker vest. He’s so happy to see us! Its literally just the three of us. I don’t know why I thought he’d have someone else with him. When I meet people from the internet, I always like to have one other person there with me, but he’s a 50+ year old man, so…….
We immediately start discussing Civil War. We obviously didn’t want to spoil anything, but he had one or two questions that he needed answers to just for his own piece of mind. haha. He told some anecdotes of his kids. (The man has 7 kids. Oldest will be 30 in November and the youngest will be 2 soon.)
We order some food. He got a dinner and my sister and I split nachos. It was 10:30 at night. We didn’t want to eat too much.
I feel like we literally talked about everything! We talked about his kids. We talked about our jobs. We talked about his experience in the industry and the movie he’s working on right now. The previous day he had been talking to Deval Patrick for about 3 hours, trying to really do the role justice.
We talked about The 100. He asked me what I thought about this season. I asked him if he really wanted my honest opinion and he said, “Yeah! Its no skin off my back!”
Well….I ranted. Due to the many different kinds of followers I have on here, some might not agree with me about my stand on certain things, so I’m going to refrain from going into detail about that.
We also talked about The 100 cast. He feels so genuinely towards them. He honestly feels like they all honestly love each other. He thinks its beautiful. I think its beautiful. God, I love this cast. I told him how Bob was actually supposed to come to Boston twice, but he had to cancel both times. I said if he did it again, I was going to start to take it personally. He got a kick out of that! Obviously, I’m joking. I just really want Bob to try to come to Boston. Always.
We talked about the Jason/Ricky thing and I’ve mentioned how I haven’t liked Jason for well over a year because of how he’s treated different sides of the fandom over the course of all 3 seasons. I told Mike about the “Ricky’s a great actor. I wish him all the best” or what have you and how that was literally all he said when asked. Jason wrote an essay over a fictional character, but barely gave a full thought about a real person that he really hurt. Mike didn’t even know Jason said anything at all and seemed to not be too happy about that.
I’m getting heated all over again, fam. Please forgive.
Like, we told him how we met Ricky in November and just how lovely we thought he was. How it broke my heart to hear that he was treated that way. I love Ricky so much, you guys.
We talked about how the cast actually used to be pretty active on social media, but because of all the hate they receive, its caused them to kind of clam up. “Especially Bob. He can be really sensitive towards that kind of stuff.” Again, I’m just paraphrasing, but he did mention Bob specifically in regards towards the hate.
RANT TIME: Literally, how gross do you have to be to send hate to an actual person OVER A FICTIONAL CHARACTER?? I’m disgusted by each and every person that continues to harass him, and the rest of the cast. Guys, we’ve been following Bob for a good chunk of time now. We know he’s a bit more sensitive to the hate. Just fucking knock it off. If you’re going to hate one someone (who you don’t even really fucking know, mind you), at least have the decency to not tag them on social media. He literally does not need to see that shit. When I was suddenly woken up at 3am and looked at my phone this morning to his tweet
I was literally ready to go to war. I was ready to fucking fight. I told Mike how that absolutely broke my heart to hear because Bob is one of my favorites, if not my number one, on this cast. He’s a precious bran muffin who deserves the world. I’m literally CONSTANTLY sickened by the amount of hate he gets.
Mike also told me how, while he was live tweeting the episode last night, this girl was coming at him and when he went to reply, she had blocked him. Like, how attention seeking are you? Go outside. Read a book. Don’t start shit on the internet, honestly.
He also told me, without giving away any spoilers, that the episode was probably the best one yet. I told him that I couldn’t wait to watch it! That it honestly looks like it was going to be the best one yet this season. (And it was!)
We talked about how he’s going to his first convention and he was asking what conventions are like. We told him as much as we could. We only have three cons under our belt, but I feel like we gave him a pretty good picture. He doesn’t understand why people should pay to get pictures and autographs. He doesn’t believe it should be like that. But its literally always about money, so…..
(ALSO, CHARLIE HUNNAM IS GOING TO THAT CONVENTION?? I kind of geeked out. Me: “Charlie never goes to these things!” Mike: “I know!! A whole bunch of us (SOA) will be there!”
We talked tattoos. Our tattoos. His tattoos. He showed us the one on his bicep. He had to take off his jacket and roll up his sleeve. I nearly died. That dude is FIT for 50+.
I could’ve stayed there all night, but he needed to go to sleep and my sister and I needed to catch one of the last trains. So I asked for pictures and we went outside to take them.
Then he asked which way we were walking. (We were actually walking in the same direction, so we started walking together.) His hotel was right up the street, so we stopped out front and got hugs. Said thanks. We said that we hoped to do this again! He’s leaving on Sunday for LA for a week, but he said he’d be back the following week for a couple of weeks. He seemed down to meet up again! We said goodnight. He told us to get home safe and then he crossed the street to go into his hotel.
MIKE BEACH IS THE NICEST GUY ALIVE. HE’S SO SWEET AND SINCERE. HE LITERALLY DIDN’T HAVE TO DO THIS. HE DIDN’T. BUT HE PUT SOME TIME ASIDE FOR US AT 10:30 AT NIGHT. WE LEFT AT 12AM. WE SPENT AN HOUR AND A HALF INSIDE A BAR TOGETHER. HE’S SO AWESOME.
How long has it been since Harley had seen his home world? A week? Two? He couldn’t tell anymore. He did manage to live through his days in Albion though. Harley wasn’t used to this old fashion technology or the dark atmosphere. Everything felt so.. colorless to him. The man was sprawled out in the bed he rented out from a kind gentleman who noticed how confused and frightened Harley was. The old man brought Harley food and water and told him that he could stay for as long he wants until he could get back on his feet. Well, Harley felt that it was time for him to go.
Getting out of bed, he covered his head with a nice, white hood and attached his gear to his vest. Harley went up to the old man and thanked him for staying at the house as he left the building. He figured that he should keep his bright purple hair hidden so that no one could question it so the hood should do for now. Walking through the streets, he could hear a loud man in the distance surrounded by the local civilians. Whatever this man was doing, Harley was curious to find out. He decided to head up to the crowd to see what was going on.