baethazar:

I’ll be posting a better version here soon, but this moment meant a lot to me, and it was just pure magic, and a lot of people have expressed that it means a lot to them too, so I want to post this as soon as I’m able to as well as the circumstances surrounding it because it made this moment that much more powerful and validating for me personally.

I was four people away from being able to take my picture when the Creation Entertainment person there told me that they were not allowing us to “pose” with them, and that I would have to put the flag down on the table. I started to panic, as I’ve had this planned since I had the Castiel op, and this moment meant the world to me. The message this op would send. I was very nearly in tears as I tried to explain that they couldn’t do that to people. Misha pulled us up for the op, ignoring the Creation personnel. He asked me about the flag, despite everyone trying to rush him forward to hurry through the op. I was able to tell him it was an asexual flag, and recognition dawned in his eyes instantly, and he immediately said “oh!” excitedly.

I had my hand at my side behind the flag. Misha like, started lacing his fingers through mine and gave it a squeeze as we were talking, and the Creation personnel were growing increasingly aggrivated because neither of us were looking at the camera yet. He started to raise my hand up and I resisited at first out of honest to god confusion, I really have no idea why I just was confused why he was tugging upwards with our hands locked together. He looked at me again kinda funny and smiled, before pulling our hands up together above the flag so everyone could see them, and the way he squeezed my hand again, the way he raised our hands up higher, it was like a quiet message that said so many things without saying anything. It felt like… community I guess. Like a message of support. It meant a lot to me, the notion he sent me specifically, while we held the flag that represents so many people, proudly in his hands, without a moment’s hesitation. I could cry with joy. Honestly, I did.

And even after the photo was over, despite trying to be hurried along again, he stopped to hug me. It’s the little things Misha does that mean so much to all of us. I don’t know how to thank him properly.