Okay, after much careful deliberation, this is my favorite scene from the new American Assassin trailer.
Reasons: Superficial reasons: best his hair looks, slight stubble, Stiles!ish flannel. Superficial reason: He’s fully clothed, but he still looks like he could kick the shit out of you without blinking.
Mitch-y reasons: first example of his self-confidence and badassery, especially because he doesn’t know Hurley AT ALL at this point. Mitch-y reason: He’s not taking shit from anyone, including someone he is supposed to respect without question. Mitch don’t play that.
Stiles-y reasons: This is when he was stalling Scott’s dad in the Sheriff’s station. Same POS attitude. “Start with F, end with U”
Dylan-y reason: He is a grown-up. Playing a grown-ass man. Dylan-y favorite: he is standing toe-to-toe with Michael Keaton, and serving it up big time. Michael. Fucking. Keaton. and my boy. PROUD.
Favorite reason: someone wrote this scene, watched Dylan O’Brien, and decided, “Yes. He is the one for this part. Hands down.”
Also, this moment? In the theater? Made everyone laugh. (in a good way). I love how they kept the inherent humor between Hurley and Mitch.
why y'all calling Dylan Klebold a SMOL bean? Do y'all not know his height? Ya know who’s a smol bean? Kirsten Costas. 5'1" and smol bean. Sadly, she’s the victim of Bernadette Protti but like fuck AT LEAST ITS ACCURATE.
Hicks: So, who broke it? I’m not mad, I just want to know.
Taylor A: I did, I broke it-
Hicks: No. No, you didn’t. Bean?
Bean: Don’t look at me. Look at Thomas.
Thomas: What? I didn’t break it.
Bean: Hmm. That’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?
Thomas: Because it’s sitting right in front of us, and it’s broken.
Thomas: No, it’s not!
Jolly: If it matters…probably not… Porter A was the last one to use it.
Porter A: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap.
Jolly: Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
Porter A: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Jolly!
Taylor A: Alright, let’s not fight. I broke it, let me pay for it, Hicks.
Hicks: No. Who broke it?
Dylan: Hicks, Caroline has been awfully quiet…
Dylan: Yeah, really!
Cut to Hicks in the room, the rest of them fighting in the background
Hicks: I broke it. It burned my hand so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now, they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.