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D: Dance off, Y/N. __ Y/N: Really? Then let’s dance. ________________________________

(Sorry I got carried away with the gifs. Isn’t he amazing, my smol bean)

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Okay, after much careful deliberation, this is my favorite scene from the new American Assassin trailer.

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.” SO PROUD.

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.

Here, have some beautiful gifs of a dancing Dylan O'Brien.

How can anyone not love him? Srsly.

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The Coffee Pot Is Found Broken At Hicks’ House

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.

Bean: Suspicious.

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…

Caroline: Really?!

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.