xim-a-fangirlx:castielplusmisha:amordelfriki:I can really imagine a director being like &ldquo
xim-a-fangirlx: castielplusmisha: amordelfriki: I can really imagine a director being like “Misha is beautiful .Like he’s really pretty. Dat profile. Dem eyelashes. Dem eyes. Dem lips. Dat jaw. We really need just a few long seconds taking all that in and showing off our beautiful angel.” Okay, but for real, Misha is stunning. He quite literally steals your breath away, and I talk from first-hand experience. I had the intense pleasure of sitting next to him at the cocktail party this JIB when he came to our table, and I’m not ashamed to say that I spent the entire time gawking at him. It’s really hard not to, and not because he’s famous, but just because of him. He has this crazy bone structure; all high cheekbones and elegant nose and strong jawline that are somehow both masculine and feminine at the same time. None of his features are harsh or overpower his face – they’re all delicate and sensual, but strong. That jawline is sharp enough to cut glass, no kidding. Misha is not a small person, neither in personality or body, but especially in body. He is a powerhouse – if you run into him you’re gonna fucking feel it because the only things underneath his clothes are hard bones and concrete muscle developed through years of running. My friend Sam describes Misha as a piece of rebar, and it’s true. He really is that solid. I asked him to hug me tight for my photo op and he squeezed me so hard I lost breath and he nearly took me off my toes. He has strength. His eyes are RIDICULOUSLY blue in real life. I was certain that most of the pics I saw of him were photoshopped… yeah, nope. Not even a little bit. His eyes really are that colour in the flesh. It’s insane. They’re these amazing halos of blue and they’re so full of life. You know how they say eyes are windows to the soul? Well if that’s true, Misha’s soul is blinding. His eyes also framed by these gorgeously long, thick eyelashes that would make most girls weep with jealousy. It’s crazy, man. He has the best eyes I’ve ever seen on someone. TANGENT: Misha has unbelievably strong eye contact. I don’t mean like he stares at you in a creepy way, but when he’s addressing you, his gaze is firmly fixed on you, and nowhere else. I asked him a question about why he didn’t do Tough Mudders and if he wasn’t looking down to think about his answer (something we all do) then his eyes were on me. It was so unnerving, and I couldn’t look at him properly. Jensen? I could talk to him without batting an eyelid. I could speak to Rob and Richard and I could look at Osric with no worries, and I even waved at Felicia. But Misha? Nuh-uh, man. He is the ONLY SPN member to date that I have a problem looking in the eye (most likely because he is my favourite and I’m harbouring serious feelings for him), but also because he’s just so good at paying attention to you. I need to get my eye game on his level. He’s so tanned too, all this lovely sun-kissed skin that makes me envious, and it should, because I’m Mediterranean and I tan as easy as pie. But his skin is so soft-looking and wonderful and you can tell that he’s an active person just by how brown he is! You know he spends a lot of time outside, and it’s lovely. When he smiles genuinely, you know because it reaches his eyes and all these cute crinkles appear, and it just makes my heart melt. I have no idea how Misha is nearing 41, because he looks much younger in the flesh (I guess it helps that he has such a youthful spirit haha). He also has this adorable dimple in his left ear, which I’m pretty certain is the remnant of an old ear piercing. Whether he still uses it I’m unsure, but it’s definitely there. I kept staring at it all night. Misha’s mouth… oh my God. Not being pervy, but Misha’s mouth is beautiful. He just has these amazingly full, soft lips that pad his face out, and they juxtapose so wonderfully with the roughness of his stubble/beard. To be honest though, there is one thing I LOVE about Misha’s mouth above everything else: the smile that accompanies it. Oh my GOD. Misha’s smile is like the cure to cancer, like shooting stars, like the sun rising, like lazy Sunday mornings and perfect cups of tea and comforting hugs. It sounds like such an overexaggeration but it’s true: Misha’s smile lights up your life. I’m a big believer in smiles – they are what really show people’s inner personalities, and boy, does Misha have a perfect smile. When he is truly, truly happy about something, or you make him laugh, or he’s feeling light and buoyant, you see it in his smile. It starts small, with the spread of his lips, and then it deepens into his cheeks and widens until it hits his eyes and his teeth show and I swear, it takes your breath away. I’m so bad with the memories of meeting him because I was so nervous, but that image of him smiling at me is literally seared into my brain forever, because it was so natural and so genuine and so wonderful. It makes my heart hurt thinking about it. And then there’s all the other stuff about him. The way he holds himself, for one thing. Misha is confident in himself (or at least he portrays it well), because he walks with purpose. He doesn’t slouch, he keeps his head up and he walks like he is comfortable in his own skin. It’s lovely to see. He also has an amazing voice. I know that sounds weird (and probably a little pervy), but I mean that in that it’s so varied. He can talk from the very confines of his chest so that it rolls out of his mouth in a low, rumbling timbre, or he can shoot it out of the back of his throat in high-pitched notes. He can slip into Castiel’s voice so easily it’s like putting on a pair of your favourite jeans, and he enunciates each word clearly. He ‘ums’ and ‘uhs’ a lot in this really endearing manner, and there’s colour and vibrancy in his sound. When he’s in close proximity to you and talking to you, there’s a little scratch to it, like a throaty reverb to it that I just love. It’s masculine, but quiet, and yet you find yourself hanging off of his every word. Misha is very different from others. This will sound strange, but with other people I feel like it’s the words first and the emotion second. With Misha, I feel that the emotion bubbles out before the words do. It’s an odd thing to say about someone’s voice of all things, but it’s true. When Misha laughs, you laugh with him. When he’s sad, your heart breaks. He could speak in just clicks and grunts, and you’d still get the jist of what he’s saying because the emotion and colour and vivacity is all still there. I also wanna go back to what I said about his body. You think he’s so little compared to Jensen and Jared, which, to an extent he is, but when you get him on his own, you very rapidly realise that this is so not the case. Misha is a runner, a lover of outdoors, an active man, and boy, does it show. I feel sorry for anyone who gets the brunt of his strength because they’ll regret it, trust me. You can see it, in the strong cords of his forearms, in the long drape of his legs, in the broad plane of his back. He has power in his form, and he could probably leave a lot of people hanging for dust. He also has lovely hands. All long-fingered, which makes me jealous because he can wear like two rings on one finger and they don’t even reach his knuckle, but if I try to do that, no chance. And they’re resilient. He’s built beds and cabinets and fucking houses with those hands. I can barely pour a cup of tea so the jealousy is rife within me. Oh, and he also has this really cute tick of running his hand over his mouth. I see it a lot when he’s listening to someone, or he’s thinking, or if he appears to be a little nervous. It’s a really sweet characteristic to see, and reminds you that he’s as human as the rest of us. The reason I mention this is because he does something really cute which makes me smile: he talks with his hands. Just little gestures to emphasise what he’s talking about: little flicks of his wrist, or a ripple of his fingers, a point, a wave, but it’s always something that accompanies what he’s saying, which I think is adorable. I do it a lot thanks to my culture, and to see him do it is kinda really comforting. I just realised that I wrote 2 and a half pages on Misha without batting an eyelid. That’s crazy, but I could talk about him for days. Years, even. He is a wonderful human being, and I love him. This is beautiful -- source link