then i got wordy oops


So this was my second con, but for some reason I was even more nervous than last year?? I walk into the photo op room and my heart is pounding and I feel like I’m gonna projectile vomit all over the floor (which I don’t. Thank god). Finally I walk up, and we say hello. Except he needs to get his hair fixed, as the previous people had him wear a hat. So I’m standing there just staring at him, and as he’s getting his hair fixed he looks at me from the corner of his eye and gives me this little grin, and I think that’s when my soul leapt from my body tbh. His handler had taken my phone to show him the pose, so when I’m ready he takes my hands and guides me into place (I was awkward as heck lmao), and he dips me, and there’s just this moment where we’re staring at each other. His eyes are so FRICKING blue. But I digress. The picture is taken, and he brings me back up. Which I thought would be the end of it, but nope! All the sudden he’s TWIRLING me, like we’re dancing. Which I was in no way prepared for, so I ended up making the stupidest squealing noise. Then I say thank you, and he smiles at me, and I walk out of there with the shakiest hands of my life.

ANYWAY. Once it’s my turn for autographs, my stomach is doing all sorts of flips again, but I end up managing to tell him how I wrote my college application essay about my experience with Gishwhes. He looks up at me all wide eyed and excited, and goes, “WHAAAT!” And then I tell him I wrote about how amazing it was, and how it helped me break out of my shell. Then he gives me a big high five and says, “that’s amazing!! Did it work?” But I haven’t applied yet, which I tell him. He gives me a hand shake and says, “well I wish you the best of luck! That’s awesome.” And I thank him.

During his panel, someone had asked him when he feels like a hero, to which he responded with a joking “when I’m wearing a cape and tights.” So as I’m about to leave from my autograph, I say, “you don’t need a cape to be a hero, by the way.” And he suddenly just has this small, bashful smile on his face and he says, “thank you, that’s very sweet.”

So that’s the story of how I danced and had a little conversation with Misha. It was honestly so amazing. When we were talking, he looked at me like he genuinely cared. Like I mattered. And I am so fucking grateful. If I could thank him a thousand times over, I would.

PS. His hands are super soft and warm. Just as an FYI.