Me: *goes up to Jensen and Misha feeling her heart beating all the way up in her throat*
Jensen & Misha: *smiling* “Hiiiii!”
Me: *smiles and stumbles over her own words*
Me: “I’m sorry, I know its not pie, but it’s the closest I could find. so I was wondering what would Dean’s and Castiel’s reaction be to seeing this monster donut.”
Lol, I have no idea what Misha as Cas is doing. Feeling for a heartbeat? Looking for molecules? Giving the donut a blessing? :’) One will never know… Some friends and I were reminded of something else as well, but that I won’t mention right now… :‘P
Once more, if you know anything about me, you know that I am an enormous fan of Ming Na Wen, both for Mulan and for Agent Melinda May. Although I stopped watching Agents of SHIELD an entire season ago, I still think May is one of the best written female characters in the spy/superhero genre.
So, of course, I had to meet my Queen in person.
Even though I was bone tired, I still woke up early as hell, changed into my Lana Kane cosplay and makeup, and went over to the con. I arrived not a moment too soon; the Dragon*Con parade is about two hours long, and so there was a line for the Walk of Fame, but it wasn’t that long since most of the congoers attend the parade, leaving all the other buildings relatively easy to get through. The room opened and I got in line for my beautiful ass-kicking angel, Ming Na.
First of all, she’s gorgeous. Holy shit. Wow. Just a complete knock out.
Second of all, she’s shorter than she looks on SHIELD! And ten times more adorkable! She’s really cheerful and sweet and full of giggles!
Third of all, I think she had a better staff than Nathan Fillion had yesterday, because I didn’t feel rushed. I actually got a chance to talk to her. I told her, right off the bat as planned, that she was flawless. She said thanks and said I was too (*BLUSHES MADLY*) and I said thanks and I told her that I truly appreciate how wonderful she is and how I really appreciate her as a woman of color in the genres that she works in and how it’s so great for our representation. She was really kind and lovely and I shook her hand and headed out.
I had a gap of time where I grabbed lunch and was too tired to even attempt to attend any panels, but a while later, it was photo op time. And as expected, Ming knocked it out of the park.
I suggested the Charlie’s Angels pose and she said, “Of course!” and I am so freaking proud of how it turned out. Apparently, the key to getting me to photograph well and genuinely smile is getting me next to celebrities, because this turned out perfect. Then she said, “Thanks! It’s good to see you again!” and so I’m internally squeeing that like Nathan Fillion, she remembered me out of a few hundred fans after almost two hours later. LIFE. MADE.
Seriously, Ming Na is so magical and fun and am so glad I got to absorb some of that sunshine coming off of her. She’s just a joy to be around. I’m not going to be able to wipe this smile off my face for hours.
And that’s it! I may return to Dragoncon tomorrow just to get my money’s worth (I always buy a 4-day ticket because I don’t like playing the odds of the con getting sold out) and so I might pop in tomorrow, but I got to meet all four of the people I went there to see. That’s what I’d call a good Labor Day weekend.
Sebastian’s autograph line was short and it looked like he was actually able to have conversations with the fans who were waiting on Saturday morning so my best friend and I wound up buying tickets right away. No lines at a con is pretty much unheard of after all. That was the first Sign.) So we buy our stuff and go up. Ashley goes first and talks to him, tells him where she’s from (she came in from Illinois) and where I was from, etc while I was being told they weren’t letting him sign anything but pictures - I had my Bucky snapback, and it turned out to be a lie because I saw him sign a Cap Shield like twenty minutes later but whatever - and as he turns to me he goes, “we’ve met before, haven’t we?” and that’s about when Ashley and I died inside and I’m not sure we’ve been alive since, so I said yes, we’d met in Philadelphia and I don’t really know how I even managed that. Then I asked him if he could write “with you till the end of the line” so I could get it tattooed on me, the handler was like “oh my god,” and I explained that the line meant to me and how important he was, and he gave me a hug in which I died /again/ and that’s how Saturday November 11th became the best day of my life, and “we’ve met before haven’t we,” is officially going on my gravestone.
Hey again everyone! Since my first Misha autograph photo give away was such a hit, I thought I would do another one for my wonderful followers.
I have attended many conventions where I was lucky enough to get to meet Misha and get his autograph. This is one of those photos. I have included a picture of my autograph ticket as proof of its authenticity. The ticket is not included. I have accumulated so many of these photos now that I thought I should share some with the rest of you.
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So Rhode Island Comic Con is over and it’s so very bitter sweet. I️ met SO many cool people, did all sorts of cool things, and met Sebastian Stan!! That being said, I’ve never been to such a disorganized convention. There were times it was a hot mess and it seemed like no one knew what was going on or that everyone had been given different directions. But! The important thing is that I️ interacted with Sebastian. It was the highlight of my life, honestly. I️ was so pleased with our autograph and photo op yesterday, but it only got better today. I️ met Sebastian twice this morning! The first time I️ tagged along as a friend got an autograph, and there was almost no one in line so we walked right up to him. When you’re speaking, he looks you dead in the eyes and his eyes are crystal clear. When I️ walked by him, I️ said, “I’m so looking forward to I️, Tonya.” And he said, “Yes! Please go see it.” And I️ said, “I️ have tickets to the screening in Hollywood next weekend!” And he did that thing he does when he’s surprised where he like looks amazed and laughed and said, “Oh my god!” Then I️ decided Dave’s line was too crazy and I️ upgraded to another Sebastian autograph. So same thing, we walked right up to him and I️ put the picture in front of him and I️ said, “I️ really want a tattoo for Bucky Barnes, will you draw me something?” And he was like, “What? Oh god.” And I️ said, “No pressure. But you know him better than any one.” So he started to draw a star and he was hesitant, so I️ joked with him and I️ was like, “Is this too much pressure? Do you want me to turn around?” And he laughed and said, “no, you’re good.” Then he finished, told me to tell the tattoo artist to put the star between the initials, then he laughed at his own work and said, “Please think twice before getting it.” And I️ thanked him. After that, we had some time to kill before the autographs, but it was so. So. Worth it. For the first one, we asked him to wear my Sebastian Stan sweater, but he said “Oh man, it would take forever to get it on, so I’ll do this” And he just held it up against his chest and then we played tug of war over him. So perfect. I’m on the left.
Then I️ had a picture with him by myself and I️ showed him a picture of what I️ wanted to do. I️ said, “Can we do this? You don’t have to get that close if you don’t want.” Because the couple in the picture were pressing their foreheads together. Without saying anything, he looked me DEAD in the eyes and slowly leaned in closer. And closer. His eyes were literally all I️ could see. He didn’t stop until the brim of his hat touched my forehead. I️ was so overwhelmed that I️ didn’t even notice when the picture was taken. I️ touched his beard and man. So soft. So, so soft. He was unbelievably sweet and wonderful all weekend and I️ hope everyone was just as kind to him ❤️
Of course, please don’t crop me out of the pictures.
So any of you who know me on any level know that I’ve been harboring serious lust affections for Mr. Nathan Fillion for eight years and counting.
Welp. I set myself a goal and today, I made it a reality.
Yes, that is me cheesing with the one and only absolutely gorgeous Nathan Fillion, courtesy of Dragon*Con 2017.
And yes, I dressed to kill because I was intent on seducing the man and I have absolutely zero fucking shame.
It was an incredibly tense morning, and I do mean morning: me and my bestie got up at 5am and got dolled up, then drove to the train station to get to the con. The most stressful part of this fucked up con is that unfortunately, you don’t know what a celebrity’s autograph hours or their prices are until you’re inside the Walk of Fame room, and so you basically have to come crazy early and prepare to wait and be vigilant to get your chance. However, that’s part of why I always do photo ops. That is an assured meeting with my sweetie of choice, where as autograph sessions are first come, first served, and Nathan hasn’t been at Dragon*Con since 2008 and so I knew his fans would make up most of the Friday congoers.
The photo op was at 11:40am, so I had a delightfully long wait, but thank God, the line moved quickly. That’s a blessing and a curse, which I’ll discuss in a moment.
So what’s Nathan Fillion like?
For one, he’s terribly, terribly polite. He introduced himself to each person who walked over for the photo and shook their hand and asked their name. Then the photo is snapped and he thanked them for coming out and for being patient. Which is hella sweet, honestly.
I had a chuckle with the volunteers in line because of my shameless Lady in Red ploy. The lady outside the room laughed because before I went in, I switched out my sensible flats for three inch heels (I like looking taller in photos, and plus, it makes me look sexier to some extent, imo) and she said, “Watch out! She’s got the heels out now!” And then the guy right by Nathan who helped move the line along asked if I was alone in the photo with Nathan and I said yes and he said, “Selfish, huh? I like it!” since the previous two photo ops were a group and a pair.
Let me tell you something, people.
One, Nathan Fillion has the softest hands I’ve ever felt on a man. I mean, wow. I swooned a little.
Two, holy shit, is he fucking gorgeous in person.
So after the photo, I scurried upstairs and got in line for the Walk of Fame room and stood another hour in the blistering hot lobby until it opened and me and bestie made a beeline for Nathan’s line. Because I’ve been to Dragon*Con probably 2-3 times, I knew that it’s absolutely essential to be at the front of the line when Walk of Fame opens or you won’t get to meet your celebrity simply because there are just too many fans and they have to cut the room off when they reach their capacity. Since we planned ahead, we were within the first fifty people to see him once he came up from the photo op room.
And that’s where my story gets a little bittersweet.
First off, his autograph was $100, cash only, and it wasn’t personalized. I frown at that. To give you some perspective, William Shatner and Gillian Anderson were both $80 last year. I don’t blame Nathan. I doubt he has control over his rates, but I do think it’s kind of shitty that his staff he won’t let him personalize the photo considering each fan is coughing up $100. To give you even more perspective, remember when I met Chris Evans January of last year? I paid $400 for his VIP package and it came with a photo op, a lithograph, an autograph, a reserved seat at the Civil War panel, and early access to the dealer’s room. And that’s Chris fucking Evans, a bonafide A-lister and a millionaire. So you understand that I’m feeling some type of way about how they decided to charge $100 with no personalized autograph. I can’t imagine it would take that much more time for him to add your name when he was already signing it.
Plus, because of the massive turnout of fans, each signing is under 20 seconds long. I’m dying inside because of it. If you’ve been following me for a while, you’ll know that I have a fixation with meeting famous people. Why? My life is boring as fuck and hardly anyone likes me, and so it really gets my motor going to meet famous people because I love telling the story of what they’re like. The average person’s not going to meet a celebrity, and so I enjoy it as a hobby because I find it very fulfilling.
So, out of courtesy for the hundreds of fans waiting to meet him, I didn’t really get to say much to him, and it hurts a little because I wanted to tell him a few things, but I didn’t want to appear selfish.
But hey, that’s why this is bittersweet. The fact that I didn’t get to tell him what he’s meant to me is the bitter part.
The sweet part is that it took probably about an hour and twenty to thirty minutes between the photo op and the autograph, and Nathan Fillion remembered me.
Him: Oh, we met downstairs! What’s your name again?
See, that? Yeah. I’m okay with that. Because he picked me out of a crowd of a few hundred people and that’s a pretty big fucking feather in my cap. So obviously my Lady in Red ploy worked to some degree.
Lastly, the funniest thing happened while I was in his line. He was leaning down to sign an autograph and then he looked up at the next person and ran his hand through his hair to push it out of his face.
You know those Pantene Pro-V commercials with the sexy half naked lady flinging her hair in slow-mo and it’s utterly tantalizing?
Yeeeeeeah, my mind just went fucking blank when he did that.
I just need y’all to understand than Nathan Fillion looks great on TV, but the man is seriously a fucking hunk in real life. Goddamn. I started fanning myself, for God’s sake. He is just…beautiful in person. Whew.
Anyway, I was also lucky enough to meet two of my other idols right after Mr. Fillion: Michael Rosenbaum and Steve Blum. And I am delighted to say those interactions weren’t bittersweet–just sweet all the way around.
Michael Rosenbaum was a fucking darling cinnamon bun, just like Wally. He asked me my name and I told him, and then I started gushing about how Justice League was amazing and he just lent so much heart to the role of Wally West and he was basically my entire childhood. So then Rosenbaum turns to the line of fans and yells, “Hey! She says I’m her entire childhood! Like her whole childhood! Man, that makes me feel old!” And I apologized (jokingly, of course) and he starts goofing off with me and my bestie and even another fan in line. He was so adorable and gracious and I love the way he said my name. What a lovely guy.
Meeting Steve Blum (FINALLY) was a hoot as well. So me and bestie went up to him and we told him we were so happy to catch him this year because a couple years ago, we were in his line for an autograph at Momocon and they literally cut the line off ONE person away from the two of us after an hour and a half of waiting. Steve (bless his darling heart) apologized, but we of course told him that wasn’t his fault at all, and I told him that it was so great to finally see him up close because I had asked him a question at his panel and he jokingly told me he loved me and I almost fainted dead away and forgot my question. He laughed and asked me what question I had asked, and then he signed for me. While we were chatting it up, I asked him if he cried on the last episode of Cowboy Bebop and he said yes and went even further to tell me that the studio and the voice director didn’t tell him how the anime ended. He found out as he was voicing it. He was just like us–totally shocked and upset and like me he pretends Spike is totally fine at the end.
And then, in typical Kyo fashion, I accidentally made a fool of myself with my stupid iPhone. Apparently, it ran out of storage and so we were trying to record something and it wouldn’t take and so I’m apologizing profusely and blushing up a storm, but Steve is like, “No, it’s okay!” and he takes my phone and tries to see if it’ll work, but it won’t, so we record it on my bestie’s phone instead. He was so sweet! I felt like such a dumb schmuck when my phone wouldn’t take the video, but he was amazingly nice and I hugged him before I left and it was just the best thing ever. Steve Blum for president, man. What a standup guy.
Tomorrow’s got the legendary Ming Na Wen on the agenda, so you’ll see part two of my recap. Probably with a LOT of screaming, because Ming Na is my queen and I must worship her accordingly. Here’s to Saturday.