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michelleleewise · 1 year

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Finally got this to come out how I wanted!! Must say it's one of my favorites so far.....💚💚

My dear @mochie85 suggested doing little drabbles with each creation and i think that's a marvelous idea!!! I wanted to go ahead and share this with you all ahead of time but I'll be adding more with little stories with them. 😁😁🥰🥰💚💚

#loki laufeyson #loki #loki odinson #ai art #ai art generator #loki ai #loki fanart #loki in the rain #all the feels #loki art #loki fan art #ai artwork

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ontherocks21 · 5 months

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I didn't expect the suckerpunch to the emotional gut, but here I am wheezing and gasping for air after reading what Mackenzi Lee is putting down here.

She gets it.

The Skywalkers are wildfires, their passions scorching the dirt as soon as they're given a spark.

How different this galaxy would be if the Skywalkers didn't care so much.

The Skywalkers could level planets with their obstinacy. Though, Padmé was like that, too.

From There Is Always Another by Mackenzi Lee, From A Certain Point Of View: The Empire Strikes Back

#anakin skywalker #star wars #padme amidala #do yourself a favor #read this #from a certain point of view #mackenzi lee #all the feels #well technically Padmé is a Skywalker so...

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ladyrandombox · 6 months

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Looking through my old art I made so many pieces to try and work through/cope with all the feelings that last 3 episodes of Supernatural caused (there were so many). These 4 pieces are still some of my favorites even if they are old.

#fanart #fan art #castiel #supernatural #cas #art #destiel #deancas #dean winchester #castiel winchester #destiel fanart #destiel fandom #remember november 5 #my heart even after 3 years #feels like it will explode from #all the feels #creator: ladyrandombox #artist ladyrandombox

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halfway-happyyy · 2 years

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invisible string (rooster bradshaw)

AN: the one where rooster’s about to leave on a mission he doesn’t know if he’ll be back from, and he wants you in every way imaginable. as always, soft feelings ensue! under a cut because there is some 18+ sexual content!

pairing: rooster bradshaw x female reader

side note: rooster has been really fun to write for recently so thank you for all the love and feedback on my other two works 💙

“There’s an invisible string between the two of us,” Bradley Bradshaw confesses over a pint on the eve of mission day.

Struggling against the background hum of the Hard Deck you quirk an eyebrow in question. “I beg your pardon?”

He leans in closer to you; his coarse moustache hairs tickle the delicate shell of your ear, and make you shiver involuntarily. Taking your smaller hand in his, he traces a circle around your ring finger. “There is a string around this finger that connects to mine. You can’t see it, but wherever I go, you go with me.”

He has completely dumbfounded you, and so for lack of anything better to say, and also because you’re in serious danger of telling him just how much you love him you ask, “What color is this mysterious string?”

“Red,” He simply states- as if it were the obvious answer- and swills back the last of his beer.

His umber gaze smolders under the low light of the bar while he watches you; the beer he has just finished is a catalyst for the blush that colors the apples of his cheeks, and which threatens to spread even lower. A sudden, subtle shift in the atmosphere occurs; like moments before the sky rips opens and bleeds rainfall in torrential sheets.

“Rooster?”

He tilts his head to the side, a smirk pulls the corner of his lips skyward- and yeah, he knows.

“Yeah, babe?”

“Take me home.”

It comes out as more of a desperate plead than you were anticipating, and hot flames of embarrassment lick at your cheeks.

He senses the not-so-subtle urgency in your tone, and because he’s always had a rather difficult time saying no to you, he grins from ear to ear and says, “Sure thing, kid.”

The drive home is silent save for the static of the FM radio in the background, and when he rolls up in front of your house eleven minutes later, a breath of pent-up air rushes from your mouth in a soft sigh. Rooster exits the car and makes his way around to your side to open the door. Taking your hand, he leads you up to the front door where he struggles for a moment with the keys, and finally- you’re in the comfort of your front foyer. Kicking off his boots, he leads you by the hand to the bedroom down the hall. Once there, he doesn’t wait a moment before pushing you up against the wall and kissing you like it's his last time.

Because maybe it is.

When he pulls away from you, he’s breathless, his chest heaving from the sudden lack of oxygen. “You really are something else, you know that?”

Tugging impatiently at the hem of his cotton t shirt, you gaze up at him from under long lashes, a sly smile dances on your features. “Oh, shut up and take me to bed, Rooster.”

If he senses the desperation behind that sentence, he makes no mention of it. Instead, he gazes at you for a second before pressing his lips to yours again. It’s a languid kiss that carries with it an underlying frenzy; he wants this as bad as you do and when he pulls away, you are left breathless and utterly yearning for him. His taste on your tongue is so familiar- so intrinsically Rooster- that it causes tears to prick behind your eyes and when he pulls away to study you, his lips glisten with shared saliva. When you ask him what he's thinking of, he offers a half shrug. “This moment- with you, right now, makes everything worth it.”

The late nights. The suicide missions. The missed birthday parties and holidays. Time with you.

You kiss him now because you can’t bear the weight of those words yet- maybe not ever, and your need for him is entirely primal now. He wordlessly rids you of your sundress, pleased to see that your proper undergarments were somehow completely forgotten.

“That’s my girl,” He grins into the muddled air before you, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple. His warm, sure hands roam your body freely; they find purchase in your hair, moving to your neck, then further down to caress your breasts and- goddamit, if this is the last time, you resolve to commit every second of it to memory. No one has ever made you feel the way Rooster does, and you doubt anyone ever will again.

Bending his head down to suck a nipple into his mouth, he tugs and rubs at your free one with calloused fingertips. You arch into his touch, feeling the weight and friction of his clothed erection as he grinds up against you. Rooster sinks to his knees then, leaving scorching trails of open-mouthed kisses down the expanse of soft flesh between your chest and ribs, while you writhe in anticipation beneath him.

“Rooster…” A low moan claws its way from the hollow of your throat as you watch him hook your leg over his toned shoulder.

When he gazes up at you, his burnt-honey orbs twinkle mischievously in the waning evening light. His kisses are sloppy as they blaze over the velvet-softness of your inner thigh while you squirm with need beneath him. Paying particular and close attention to the ways in which you come apart for him are one of his many strong suits. You reckon he could draw a road map of your body from memory alone; where to kiss to make the prettiest sounds sing from you and where to touch to have you coming apart beneath him. He parts you with ease and without warning presses the tip of his nose to your clit, inhaling your scent. Shaking his head against you, the vibrations spark shockwaves of pleasure that stoke the fire roaring in your belly. He pulls away to lick a long, firm stripe up your slit with the flat of his tongue, greedily lapping at the moisture collected there. Your fingers find purchase in his hair as you give yourself over to the pleasure he's so graciously gifting you.

“Fuck, Rooster…”

Rooster's acknowledgement of your need for him arrives in the form of a muffled groan. He continues lapping at your folds with a pressure and speed that lights a match to the unravelling coil wound deep in your belly. Filthy noises and a seemingly endless array of choice curse words flow freely from you as he helps you near the edge. He pulls away from your all-encompassing heat to push two thick fingers into your soaked core and it's all you can do to keep from falling apart right then and there.

“Always so good for me…” Rooster marvels at you, his naturally husky voice ruined by sheer want. He knows you’re close; can feel it in how tightly wound you are, how hard you’re quivering against him. His head rests close enough to you that you can feel the warmth of his breath where it really matters and suddenly- thanks to the curl of his long, skilled fingers, you tumble head-first over the edge into an abyss of pure pleasure. Stars bloom in vivid fireworks behind the lids of your closed eyes while Rooster holds onto you like his life depends on it; like he's afraid if he lets go, he'll lose you forever.

“That's it sweet girl, give it all to me." He coos encouragingly while you tremble against him.

Rising from his position, the site of his chin glistening with your arousal is obscene and only helps to stoke the fire still burning in the pit of your belly for him.

“I don't know that I've ever wanted you more, sweetheart.” His tone is desperate, almost frustrated, and your gaze travels to the erection straining the crotch of his blue jeans.

“I am yours, Rooster.” You whisper.

And it’s true.

In every way imaginable, you are his.

He strips for you now; knows it’s one of your favourite things to watch, and how quickly it gets you ready for him again. Lifting the cotton t shirt up and over his body, he tosses it onto the pile of other discarded clothing. The sound of metal from his belt buckle as it hits the hardwood floor pierces the too-warm stillness as he shimmies the black briefs from his legs. His hard cock slaps up against his abdomen- a pearlescent string of pre-come hangs from the tip of his swollen head, and your breath hitches at the mere thought of lapping up the salty-sweet fluid there.

“You want a taste of it as badly as I want to be inside of you,” Rooster muses, his orbs blown almost fully black with desire.

You’re about to argue with him- even though he’s not wrong- until he gestures to the bed with a subtle nod of his head, and the words fizzle and fade in your throat.

Bodies slick with sheens of perspiration, you continue to shiver violently beneath him as he inches up the bed to drop his head into the crook of space between your neck and shoulder blade. His kisses lack the fiery intensity from before but are instead tender and lingering, and the notion of it makes you dizzy with hunger for him. He pulls away to straddle your thighs, taking his cock into his fist and stroking it, languidly. You watch him with a hooded gaze, the very image of him exactly like this, will be etched into your memory for all of eternity. A bead of sweat rolls down the side of his face, his normally pale cheeks burn pink with mounting pleasure, and you watch in awe as his head tips back, a pair of pink, full lips part in toe-curling bliss.

And fuck, he’s never looked more beautiful.

He’s working himself up well; another bead of pre-cum glistens tantalizingly at the head of his cock and you swallow hard, the urge to taste it still just as overpowering as before.

“Fuck,” He whines, halting his movements entirely. “Want to be inside of you so bad…” He lowers himself back to you, lining the head of his cock at the center of your wet, hot core. He teases you at first; rubs himself against your slick wetness, and just when you’re about to protest, he sinks himself into you.

“Oh,” You gasp; breathless from the sheer size of him.

Being filled by Rooster is one of those things you know you’ll never forget. It’s impossibly warm and so tight it’s almost painful- but it's also easily the most satisfied you’ve ever been. He goes slowly at first- he's careful to make sure you can feel every inch of him as he stretches you fully. His head drops to your collarbone, and a long sigh emanates his parted lips. “Fuck, you feel so goddamn good.”

His hips slam home again, causing you to spasm around him at the dizzying sensation of it all. His lips have found that achingly delicate part of your neck again, where they lick and suck and nibble and leave miniscule bruises in their wake.

Mementos.

He ruts into you shamelessly now; the aching push and pull of his cock inside of you has you both breathing heavily, ready, and awaiting the nearing end. Resting on the support of his elbows, his large, warm hands move to cradle your head, and he kisses your temple tenderly. He's close now; steadied movements fall in and out of rhythm, his cock throbbing and pulsing inside of you with each powerful thrust. You arch into him, bettering the angle at which he’s driving into you, and purposely rake your fingernails across the firm flesh of his back. He groans loudly at this particular sensation- his relationship with pain has always been complicated. Tilting his head back, his eyes close and his mouth falls slack with mounting pleasure.

“Tell me sweetheart,” He hisses so low you almost miss it over the sound of him fucking you into literal oblivion.

Dragging a sharp fingernail down the front of his toned chest, you gaze up at him. “Come for me, Rooster.”

His brows furrow, and his beautiful mouth twists up into a tight O. Tossing his head back in ecstasy, he stills his hips against yours and fills you to the brim with his hot release. You'll never be over the feeling of being truly full with him. Utterly spent and still riding the high of post-orgasm haze, his forehead drops to the crook of your neck where he allows himself a moment of respite before slipping from the heat of your core and rolling onto the space of bed beside you. It’s mostly silent in the room while you try to regulate your breathing; the only other noise is the slight pitter-patter of drizzle on glass window panes, and the odd F/A-18 overhead. Rooster turns on his side and gestures for you to turn over too so that he can curl up around you and you oblige him, happily.

After a couple minutes of comfortable silence, you excuse yourself to use the washroom. “When I get back, I want to hear more about this invisible string.”

And Rooster only chuckles lightly before complying. “I’ll be right here, kid.”

He’s lightyears away from you when you return, a pair of large hands steeple together atop of his chest, like he’s deep in thought about something. He’s not gone yet but the mission’s on his mind. How could it not be?

“You alright?” You ask, tentatively.

Rooster meets your gaze and hesitates before shrugging. “For the first time in a really long time, it feels like I have something to lose.”

Crawling back into bed, you take his hand into yours and press your lips to his temple. “You’re going to be back.”

But maybe he won’t.

He leans toward you and kisses your forehead gently. “Lay down, kid. Let me rub your back.”

You do as your told.

“So the string theory goes like this,” He whispers. “Two people connected by the red string are destined lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstances.” He pauses to kiss your bare shoulder. "Wherever I go, you go with me."

“That’s how you feel about me?” You swallow hard, emotion thick in the hollow of your throat.

Rooster nods against you. “It’s how I’ve felt about you since the first day, sweetheart.”

When you know, you know.

You waken a couple of hours later to the realization that Rooster is already gone- his side of the bed vacant and cool to the touch. Your throat constricts at the possibility of never setting sights on him again, when something on your hand catches your eye.

He had managed to tie a crimson string to your left ring finger while you slept. A note on his pillow reads,

To my invisible string-

Whatever happens today, I’ve loved you in this life, and I’ll love you in the next.

Hope to see you soon,

Bradley

#bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw x reader #rooster x reader #top gun: maverick #rooster bradshaw imagines #bradley bradshaw imagines #writing #smut #invisible string #all the feels

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ink-strokes · 3 months

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OTPs snuggling in bed with peaceful/loving expressions is my favorite concept

Artworks by:

@shikidouji

@mononochi

(Forgot the artists for shinlena and sasusaku ones, sorry)

#i mean look at them #if that's not love i dont know what is #all the feels #full metal panic #chidori kaname #sousuke sagara #86 eighty six #shinei nouzen #vladilena milize #shinlena #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #iori utahime #gojohime #uchiha sasuke #uchiha sakura #sasusaku

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myegoicmind · 1 month

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Time to share my favourite Good Omens fanvids/edits because absolutely EVERYONE in the fandom must see these! Sharing all the feels today ☺️

I wanted to do a clean top 5 but had to add some that I just couldn’t not share (the more the better):

One vid fighting to get into top 5:

“What a wonderful world” (2:08mins)

Haunting rendition of this song with gorgeous slow-mo.

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Another vid fighting to get into top 5:

“Animation” (1:59mins)

Beautiful art and song merged for a lovely vid.

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Number 5:

“Aziraphale is actually a bastard” (1:06mins)

Not what is sounds like. This is all about the brilliant sass we love from our angel.

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Number 4:

“I’m stunnin’” (2:27mins)

Showcasing Crowley’s sexy allure to the max.

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Number 3:

“Gone gone gone” (3:34mins)

Full of fun, celebrating Aziracrow’s friendship over the millenia.

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Number 2:

“Chasing Cars” (2:21 mins)

Get the tissues for this one, it’s so beautiful. The choice to use this version of the song…I mean…🥹

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Number 1:

“Two men in love” (5:46mins)

This has all the feels with a lovely ending. Has always been my favourite and think it always will be. And this song…I can’t even…🥹🫠

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What outstanding talent these creators have!

I would love to know which of these you enjoy most.

Also would be wonderful to have links to other vids shared in the comments.

Let’s share the love people! 🥰💜

#goodomens #good omens #good ineffable omens #crowley #anthony j crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #aziraphale x crowley #david tennant #michael sheen #fanvid #good omens fanart #fanart #creativity #all the feels #sharing is caring #share the love #gomens #Youtube

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daniwib · 21 days

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Random musings after 7x04

How we doing everyone? Coming back down to earth after being blasted into the stratosphere? Same friends, same. Here are some things I want to know or would like to see in fic:

How long were Chim, Buck and Eddie sitting in the chopper for and was Tommy in there with them at all before he went and got Hen.

If he was, what did they all talk about. What did Buck say to gain Tommy’s attention. Does Tommy have a himbo kink? The way he reached after Buck on the rescue boat… he was hot for him even then.

Did Buck & Eddie get high on the glue they were sniffing at the bachelor mansion and what did they say in the truck on the way back – and how did Bobby react cos he totally saw them both sniff it more than they needed to.

How long has Chimney been shipping Buddie and when did Maddie get him onboard with it (because we all know she totally did).

How is Chimney going to react to Buck dating Tommy. Not to Buck being Bi, I don’t think he’s going to be surprised about that, but Buck dating his old friend? Chim presumably knows Tommy’s past dating life. I want to know his thoughts on him dating Chim’s little brother.

My house for Chim giving Tommy a shovel talk on Buck’s behalf.

Please for the love of all things PLEASE give us naked Buck / Tommy. In bed, against a wall, over the kitchen bench I don’t care I’ll take anything. Shirtless, at the very least. PLEASE.

Where was Hen this whole ep? She better be there being Buck’s queer fairy godmother next week. Buck needs his queer big sister as well as Maddie.

I had to go and hug my son after this episode. That mother with the brain bleed really got to me. Poor woman, what a horrible thing to have to live with.

#buck kissed a boy and he liked it #I am so discombobulated about this ep #it was so good #all the feels #bi buck #tommy kinard #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #chimney han #9-1-1 #911 on abc #911 abc #911 buddie #911 spoilers #911 s7 spoilers

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premikaunderthemoon · 1 year

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Wtf is Netflix and chill let's listen to ghazals at 3 am in our own candle-lit balcony while writing poetry in Urdu

#all the feels #desiblr #desi tumblr #lyrics #desi dark academia #poetry #bollywood #south asian #dark acadamia aesthetic #desi humor #bollywood lyrics #desithing #indian poetry #urdu stuff

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lostandoverwhelmed · 1 year

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is anyone else always desperately attempting to understand absolutely everything they possibly can about the human condition and experience in the futile hopes that they might understand themselves a bit better (if at all) by doing so.

or to at least find some sense of comfort. or relief.

#what is being a human even supposed to feel like #spilled thoughts #introspective #maybe its the autism #questions #life is strange #lifestyle #life quote #quoteoftheday #humans are weird #hey alexa google what to do when you feel more like a gelatinous blob than a human being #human behaviour #mental problems #mental health #mentally tired #mental illness #autistic feels #feelings #all the feels

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thesargasmicgoddess · 9 months

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Today, I say goodbye to England...

**warning: emotions and ramblings ahead. 😆

I'm toasting the end of what I'm fondly calling my "2023 World Tour" 😆 I've been home for exactly 7 days since the end of May. I've traveled over 25000 miles over 7 weeks to Asia and England. I've packed and unpacked over 20 times and have been on countless planes, trains, and automobiles.

This last week, I've been overwhelmed with emotions I can't quite fully place yet--but they all seemingly revolve around an aching theme of feeling bittersweet about new and old experiences and longings.

(Well, THAT was a plot twist I didn't expect on this trip. 😂)

There are certain growths that can only be experienced through pushing beyond comfort zones. I was, surprisingly, stronger, less introverted, and more flexible than I ever expected. There were challenges and new things: the nostalgia of old friends and old haunts; the paying of respects to those that are no longer with us; the visiting of those I grew up with; the first time meeting of a longtime online friend.

As exciting as all of this travel has been, I'm ready for home. Maybe it's the absence of routine and home comforts, or maybe it's the mental shifts required for traveling this long and traveling alone, but I seem to be more emotionally vulnerable during this last week. That bittersweet feeling I've had all week hasn't wanted to let up, and I've been trying to chase down all the reasons behind this feeling.

Visiting places that had helped shape the person I am today, 22 years ago, is in itself, bittersweet. I remember 20 year old me thinking about the passions of the future and yearning for more. I've changed quite a bit, yet the buildings and memories remain. It is an odd feeling of time flying by, yet standing still.

I've pondered a lot about the magic of connections on this trip, juxtaposed with the blessed angst of being someone who feels too much. Every touch, every step, every memory, every feel--I want to capture it all like lightning in a bottle, yet it's almost too much to take in all at once some days. I tell myself to breathe, but sometimes I can't quite catch my breath because I feel so much. Wanting to live a full life can be quite overwhelming for introverted souls who feel too much, but I am so blessed to have the fortitude and opportunities to live fully--albeit sometimes a bit crazily 😆

When you think about the growth of a person throughout their lifetime and the range of intense emotions, experiences, thoughts--it's really quite amazing.

I know my blog hasn't exactly been on "fun smut" brand this last week, but I've always been authentic here. And what has been authentic this week has been....well...a lot of writing, emotions, and processing. I believe in balance-- and I believe that to each irreverent light fun side, there is a darker, more soulful, extremely sensitive side lurking right beneath the surface. I've definitely been more of the latter this last week.

If you've read this far, thank you. This was a needed catharsis for me and a step in processing everything.

So, where to go from here?

I'm not sure. It will take me a minute to mentally and emotionally decompress, unpack, and process all the experiences I've had over the last 2 months. My posts have always been mood-dependent and my moods have been all over the place so......stay tuned 😆😂

Since I can't do anything in a normal, typical fashion--I just have to go with the flow and say cheers to adventures and unexpected soul-searching vacations. I will still take living passionately and deeply over feeling nothing at all most days....

But a break for the rest of today might be a good idea. Or else I'm drinking on the plane.😂

After all this rambling, The Corpus Clock and all that it represents seems appropriate for this post 😂

Onward...

#ramblings and musings #england #adventures #my travels #all the feels #total infj moment 😂#cambridge #corpus clock

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murasaki-cha · 16 days

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Tcf part 2 chapter 267

The pope and Raon's interactions were just so cute, when he asked for her name and the pope was wondering why a dragon would want to know a lowly dragon halfblood's name, but Raon genuenely got confused why he mustn't know and when he offered the pope to have his mom and goldie gramps to treat her because she was in pain.

And the reason Raon wanted to know the names of the other half blood dragon was because he thought Cale hadn't chosen a name for their Dragon Half Blood yet and he was trying to give him ideas and Raon naturally thought that he would also get the last name Miru but even Raon was surprised by this statement because he still has conflicting feelings about Dragon Half Blood like Sherrit