e:brotp

  • Allura, in the middle of battle: everything hurts
  • Keith: Bitch me too
  • Allura: what's a bitch? Is that bad?
  • Keith: ...
  • Keith: it's a loving/endearing term for a close friend or family member
  • Allura: oh, well thank you. I also think you're a bitch, Keith
  • Keith, trying not to laugh: thanks Princess, that means a lot
  • Allura: *gets up and moves to walk away*
  • Keith: wait where are you going?
  • Allura, running off: I'm going to tell Shiro he's the biggest bitch I've ever met!
  • Keith, seriously trying not laugh and crying a bit: you go do that. He'll love it

remember that one time in Legacy where Varric’s ‘friend’ tries to kill Hawke and Hawke asks him if he wants to spare him and Varric replies “not if he’s after you Hawke”

or that one time when Batrand came back and Varric tells Hawke they should sit down for the news because it’ll probably upset them

or when Varric was “so sorry about what happened in the Fade” or how he wanted to kill Batrand for fucking with him and Hawke and (potentially) getting Hawke’s sibling killed/conscripted

or that other time when Cassandra was totally going to murder him and Varric still told her he didn’t know where Hawke was, but he did, and when they turn up in Inquisition and Cassandra’s about to kill him for lying where she’s like “you knew where Hawke was all along!” and Varric answered “you’re damned right I did!” and “I was protecting my friend!” and then at the end of that argument Varric says “you know what I think? If Hawke had been at the Temple, they’d be dead too. You people have done enough to them.”

such a fucking brotp

On the morning Steve leaves for college, he swings by the Henderson house for a final breakfast of Mrs. Henderson’s famous blueberry pancakes. When he rings the doorbell, Dustin answers it almost immediately and Steve tries not to imagine the younger boy, waiting there for him to arrive—he’s a little late because his parents finally decided to give a damn and give him some life advice. 

The conversation over breakfast is quieter than usual, a sense of something sad looming over their heads. Steve know’s he’ll be back at Christmas, but that just seems so far away. After they’ve cleared the table and washed the dishes, Dustin walks Steve to his car, quipping about how many babes he’s going to meet and asking if he’s packed enough Farah Fawcett spray. 

Steve, more speechless than he thought he’d ever be, pulls a slip of paper from his back pocket and slides it into Dustin’s hand. “That’s my new phone number,” he says, ruffling Dustin’s hair, “Call me anytime you want. But I swear to god, if I get one prank call, I will drive back here and kick your ass, okay?” 

Dustin just smiles—though Steve thinks it looks suspiciously like a smirk—and gives his honorary big brother a hug.