Sunday Nashcon: Part One
Okay. Okay okay.
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I've actually been putting this off a little because every time I think about it my heart starts pounding, like I'm nervous all over again. I told tombolguid about it and she said:
T: Well yeah, I would too if I'd had a photo-op with Jared and Jensen
Me: WHY. Explain my neurosis to me.
T: Well, you probably have PTSD. Of the feelings.
...I feel that this is a completely apt description.
SO THE BREAKFAST WITH J2 WAS FIRST:
They kind of herded us into the room and tried to ration out the breakfast--I'm not a breakfast person and I was already nervous and I have a lot of feelings about blueberries that aren't from Alaska, so I didn't eat much. Our table was at the back, which was SO fine with me, and we could see the door the boys would come through when they eventually did. (Late plane? The convention guy--who, wow, there's a man too fond of his wingtips--at one point told us five minutes, which was more like, saaaay 20. WHATEVER).
I caught a glimpse of Jensen before he walked out and freaking clutched at tombolguid, hissing JACKET JACKET LEATHER JACKET OH GOD.
And the MICS, BBS. THE MICS, LOOK AT THEM:
THAT IS NOT AN OPTICAL ILLUSION. ONE HAS BEEN SET UP SHORTER THAN THE OTHER. lkdfalsflsf I know, I know it makes a sort of sense to do this ahead of time but ugh and hgsdkfm,g andf asjf ajfehradksfjlg
So then they ARRIVE
I'M SORRY MY PICTURES ARE SO BAD, MY CAMERA IS SHIT. I'LL LINK YOU TO BETTER ONES TAKEN BY OTHER PEOPLE IN A SEC. BUT JUST LOOK. LOOK. I WAS IN THE SAME ROOOOOM.
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So. Uh. THAT WAS BREAKFAST. And. Um um um after that was the duo J2 photo-op, where I may have (mildly and very temporarily) traumatized Jensen Ackles. Which I am going to tell you about. Hooooly shit.
My notes say (in crazy capslock scrawling panic): "JARED'S FACE. JENSEN'S FACE. JENSEN'S GRANDPA SWEATER. ELBOW PADS."
And oh god, bbs. Oh god. I've heard people say that Jared is even bigger than you think he possibly could be in real life, which I found...not to be true but MAYBE THAT'S BECAUSE I'M TALL, Jensen and I were pretty much eye-level but wait I'm getting ahead of myself.
So. In line. Losing my shit. Clutching tombolguid's Sam'n'Dean plushies. Getting peptalks from the girls around me who insist on me going first because they want to see the boys reaction to the plushies. Nerves not helped at all by the explosion of my ovaries when someone in front of us gave Jared and Jensen her toddlers to hold, Jesus fucking Christ. DO THEY NOT LOOK LIKE THE MOST MARRIED COUPLE WITH THEIR ADOPTED BOYS AND/OR SAM AND DEAN HOLDING THEIR BABY SELVES.
Auuuugh aware I'm procrastinating. So. So I get to the front of the front of the line--people are handing them alpacas and cats and what the fuck ever and I'm just trying not to drop the boys--and. Fffff I'll ust type up the notes
Me: HIIIIII
Jared: Hi!
His face: *PERFECTION*
Jensen's face: *ALSO PERFECTION*
Me: My um friend um made these um *holds out doll in a panic*
Jared: *laughs* Oh man!
Brain: YOU CAN'T JUST LOOK AT JARED LOOK AT JENSEN HOLY SHIT YOU CAN'T JUST LOOK AT JENSEN LOOK AT JARED AAAAA
Jared: Hey, it's almost wearing the exact same thing I'm wearing!
Me: YEAH! It's even, uh, got the little tattoos--
Jensen&Jared: *check it out*
Jensen: *impressed, gruff* Wow.
SO THEN. THEN WE TAKE THE PICTURE. And I'm standing there, and the boys are holding the dolls, and their arms are around me, my arms are around them, Jared's holding Sam fairly close, and Jensen is doing--FUCK I CAN'T SEE WHAT JENSEN'S DOING, what if he's giving the doll a weird look, SHIT MY SMILE IS TURNING DEMONIC WITH NERVES AGAIN, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON--
(later, I drew a picture for Tombolguid while we were waiting for the pic to develope. It looked something like this:
)
Camera: *click*
Here's what the pic actually looked like (with me cropped out because reasons):
HE HAD DEAN ON HIS SHOULDER. LOOK AT HIS RING. LOOK HOW HUGE JARED'S HAND IS AROUND SAM. ASDFKJLKDJGLFD
I don't know what the pic looked like yet, and I'm already keymashing in my head, I take the dolls back, say "THANK YOU," at Jared, turn to Jensen--
Me: THANK YOU SO MUCH
Jensen: o.O
Then I run away.
I'm not even kidding about the disgruntled look, beebs, but I'm so so willing to brush it off because WHO CARES, I HAVE A DEFAULT FACE, MAYBE JENSEN'S IS MILDLY DISGRUNTLED, MAYBE MY THANK YOU WAS SUPER ENTHUSIASTIC, DO I CARE? NOOOO. I ran out into the hall to where tombolguid was and fell to my knees before my legs gave out and then fell backwards to be horizontal for a while and revel in the high.
But that night bbs. Late, late, like two in the morning, I woke up with a sudden realization.
When I took the dolls back from them, and I was clutching them to my chest, this is what I was unconsciously making them do:
...Yeah.
YEAH, SO ANYWAY. HOW GLAD AM I THAT THEY'VE ALREADY FORGOTTEN I EXIST? SO FUCKING GLAD. I'M DOING A LITTLE JIG IN MY SEAT ABOUT IT RIGHT NOW. HAHAHAHAHAHA
Holy shit this is emotionally exhausting. I'll do the rest of Sunday tomorrow. lkfdlfdkg One last thing, immediately after the photo-op:
Tombolguid: What did they smell like? Did they smell nice??
Me: 8D... :D... :O... D8... I. I DON'T. I DON'T THINK I WAS BREATHING?
((First, everyone who's been getting spam from me, it shhhhould be fixed now? Let me know if it isn't. AUGH.))
I've actually been putting this off a little because every time I think about it my heart starts pounding, like I'm nervous all over again. I told tombolguid about it and she said:
T: Well yeah, I would too if I'd had a photo-op with Jared and Jensen
Me: WHY. Explain my neurosis to me.
T: Well, you probably have PTSD. Of the feelings.
...I feel that this is a completely apt description.
SO THE BREAKFAST WITH J2 WAS FIRST:
They kind of herded us into the room and tried to ration out the breakfast--I'm not a breakfast person and I was already nervous and I have a lot of feelings about blueberries that aren't from Alaska, so I didn't eat much. Our table was at the back, which was SO fine with me, and we could see the door the boys would come through when they eventually did. (Late plane? The convention guy--who, wow, there's a man too fond of his wingtips--at one point told us five minutes, which was more like, saaaay 20. WHATEVER).
I caught a glimpse of Jensen before he walked out and freaking clutched at tombolguid, hissing JACKET JACKET LEATHER JACKET OH GOD.
And the MICS, BBS. THE MICS, LOOK AT THEM:
THAT IS NOT AN OPTICAL ILLUSION. ONE HAS BEEN SET UP SHORTER THAN THE OTHER. lkdfalsflsf I know, I know it makes a sort of sense to do this ahead of time but ugh and hgsdkfm,g andf asjf ajfehradksfjlg
So then they ARRIVE
I'M SORRY MY PICTURES ARE SO BAD, MY CAMERA IS SHIT. I'LL LINK YOU TO BETTER ONES TAKEN BY OTHER PEOPLE IN A SEC. BUT JUST LOOK. LOOK. I WAS IN THE SAME ROOOOOM.
- Jared asked who was returning from last year just as Jensen fiddled with his microphone to make it about 3 feet tall
- They told this story about needing to run from Terminal C to Terminal F in the Milwaukee airport to make their connection--and it took me a full minute to realize HOLY SHIT I HAD TO RUN THAT EXACT DISTANCE TO CATCH MY FLIGHT COMING HERE, shut up shut up it feels like DESTINY--and apparently as they were running they got recognized by someone who called out, "LOOK, IT'S THE DEAN BROTHERS!!"
- And naturally Jared is like, "...what," all cute and disbelieving, then, "If you'da said the Sam Brothers you'da got yourself a picture."
- And Jensen's just flat out booking it going, "NOT TODAY."
- They talked about losing a backlot due to some big winds (and the fact that that shit wasn't ever supposed to be permanent), but it's going to come back bigger than ever because some big ass movie is coming to town with a ginormous fucking budget, so we're all good.
- CLIF, MAN. CLIF IS A NINJA. I was predisposed to dislike this guy because he can't grammar or spell in his tweets and also there was that big blow up a while back where he was nosing into fandom and being a dick about it. I can't say that I...like him now? But he seemed like less of a dumbass than I was lead to believe, and holy fuck, for a 6foot+ BIG DUDE, he's quick like a cat. Every time the boys called out to him to verify something he was in a totally different spot, ninja-ing around the room.
- When they opened the floor up for questions, one lady brought up two hand-held fans for the boys because Jared sweats (a lot), Jensen's like, Uh thanks, I'm wearing a sweater and a leather jacket, but if I need this I know where it is, and Jared was like SCOOOOOORE.
- One lady told them about her Norwegian Pygmy Goats (...why...) but it wasn't too disastrous because the one she named Dean is bigger and struts around like a boss and Jensen went "YUSSSS," while ared went, "Yeah, nothing says pygmy goat like Jensen Ackles."
- Jared gave Jensen's arm a stroke, yes, yes he did.
- He also said he likes to pause whenever Jensen takes his shirt off PROOF RIGHT HERE.
- Jensen crooned, "Soon, baby, soon," and stroked the air. Petting the Impala. lsdkfjasl
- Someone had gotten a huge card for all of us to sign saying congrats on the Peoples Choice Awards, INCLUDING MATT COHEN.
.
So. Uh. THAT WAS BREAKFAST. And. Um um um after that was the duo J2 photo-op, where I may have (mildly and very temporarily) traumatized Jensen Ackles. Which I am going to tell you about. Hooooly shit.
My notes say (in crazy capslock scrawling panic): "JARED'S FACE. JENSEN'S FACE. JENSEN'S GRANDPA SWEATER. ELBOW PADS."
And oh god, bbs. Oh god. I've heard people say that Jared is even bigger than you think he possibly could be in real life, which I found...not to be true but MAYBE THAT'S BECAUSE I'M TALL, Jensen and I were pretty much eye-level but wait I'm getting ahead of myself.
So. In line. Losing my shit. Clutching tombolguid's Sam'n'Dean plushies. Getting peptalks from the girls around me who insist on me going first because they want to see the boys reaction to the plushies. Nerves not helped at all by the explosion of my ovaries when someone in front of us gave Jared and Jensen her toddlers to hold, Jesus fucking Christ. DO THEY NOT LOOK LIKE THE MOST MARRIED COUPLE WITH THEIR ADOPTED BOYS AND/OR SAM AND DEAN HOLDING THEIR BABY SELVES.
Auuuugh aware I'm procrastinating. So. So I get to the front of the front of the line--people are handing them alpacas and cats and what the fuck ever and I'm just trying not to drop the boys--and. Fffff I'll ust type up the notes
Me: HIIIIII
Jared: Hi!
His face: *PERFECTION*
Jensen's face: *ALSO PERFECTION*
Me: My um friend um made these um *holds out doll in a panic*
Jared: *laughs* Oh man!
Brain: YOU CAN'T JUST LOOK AT JARED LOOK AT JENSEN HOLY SHIT YOU CAN'T JUST LOOK AT JENSEN LOOK AT JARED AAAAA
Jared: Hey, it's almost wearing the exact same thing I'm wearing!
Me: YEAH! It's even, uh, got the little tattoos--
Jensen&Jared: *check it out*
Jensen: *impressed, gruff* Wow.
SO THEN. THEN WE TAKE THE PICTURE. And I'm standing there, and the boys are holding the dolls, and their arms are around me, my arms are around them, Jared's holding Sam fairly close, and Jensen is doing--FUCK I CAN'T SEE WHAT JENSEN'S DOING, what if he's giving the doll a weird look, SHIT MY SMILE IS TURNING DEMONIC WITH NERVES AGAIN, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON--
(later, I drew a picture for Tombolguid while we were waiting for the pic to develope. It looked something like this:
)
Camera: *click*
Here's what the pic actually looked like (with me cropped out because reasons):
HE HAD DEAN ON HIS SHOULDER. LOOK AT HIS RING. LOOK HOW HUGE JARED'S HAND IS AROUND SAM. ASDFKJLKDJGLFD
I don't know what the pic looked like yet, and I'm already keymashing in my head, I take the dolls back, say "THANK YOU," at Jared, turn to Jensen--
Me: THANK YOU SO MUCH
Jensen: o.O
Then I run away.
I'm not even kidding about the disgruntled look, beebs, but I'm so so willing to brush it off because WHO CARES, I HAVE A DEFAULT FACE, MAYBE JENSEN'S IS MILDLY DISGRUNTLED, MAYBE MY THANK YOU WAS SUPER ENTHUSIASTIC, DO I CARE? NOOOO. I ran out into the hall to where tombolguid was and fell to my knees before my legs gave out and then fell backwards to be horizontal for a while and revel in the high.
But that night bbs. Late, late, like two in the morning, I woke up with a sudden realization.
When I took the dolls back from them, and I was clutching them to my chest, this is what I was unconsciously making them do:
...Yeah.
YEAH, SO ANYWAY. HOW GLAD AM I THAT THEY'VE ALREADY FORGOTTEN I EXIST? SO FUCKING GLAD. I'M DOING A LITTLE JIG IN MY SEAT ABOUT IT RIGHT NOW. HAHAHAHAHAHA
Holy shit this is emotionally exhausting. I'll do the rest of Sunday tomorrow. lkfdlfdkg One last thing, immediately after the photo-op:
Tombolguid: What did they smell like? Did they smell nice??
Me: 8D... :D... :O... D8... I. I DON'T. I DON'T THINK I WAS BREATHING?