I mean, take a look at our crown princes.
You have Tom Hiddleston, English Shakespearean Actor:
Ben Whishaw, English Shakespearean Actor:
David Tennant, Scottish Shakespearean Actor:
Benedict Cumberbatch, English and also has done Shakespeare back in the days:
And then there’s Misha Collins, the king of them all, who as near as I can figure is a Russian megalomaniacal smurf unicorn with a twitter account.
There’s logic lost here somewhere.
Not so much, when you consider the fact that Misha studied at RADA, graduated from University of Chicago with a degree in Sociology, interned in the White House, has beaten not one but two Guinness World Records (one of them twice, beating his own record - one for biggest internet scavenger hunt, the second one for the most pledges of acts of kindness).
He has more Twitter followers than even one of the lead/central castmembers on Supernatural, started his own charity that has raised hundreds of thousands of dollars to help the people of Haiti as well as people here and throughout the rest of the world. He once jogged his fine ass 52 freaking kilometers to raise money for Haiti, after deciding that he didn’t want to use his Twitter fame and influence just for the sake of getting his ego stroked or to promote his show.
Misha’s the king because he’s a troll and a lunatic and a genius and also happens to have the biggest fucking heart in the world and we love him.
He makes promises to his minions and he keeps them and treats us better than basically any other celebrity ever.
I mean, he promised the minions that if we helped a friend of his out, he’d post a picture of himself naked…
and he fuckin’ delivered.
Now ask yourselves - which one of those ‘princes’ up there would have the brass knackers to follow through on a promise like that? On Twitter. In front of hundreds of thousands of followers.
Yeah. That’s what I thought.
Now bow down and worship your king. He’ll make you cookies after.