quiet eye


Ladybug and Cat Noir(e) x 1st Year NozoEli

Cat Noire → ♡ → Ladybug
Eli → ♡ → Nozomi

Bonus: Nico runs the LadyBlog and ships LadyNoire

Just because you don’t say much doesn’t mean people don’t notice you. It’s actually the quiet ones who often draw the most attention. There’s this constant whirlwind of motion and sound all around, and then there’s the quiet one, the eye of the storm.
—  Amy Efaw, After
Can the Marauders sing?
  • <b> Sirius:</b> can sing and will sing, all the time, everywhere.
  • <b> James:</b> can't sing, but still sings till your ears screech
  • <b> Remus: </b>can sing, but won't sing in front of anyone
  • <b> Peter:</b> can't sing, won't sing
  • <b> Lily:</b> can't sing, but knows all the lyrics and will correct you

Yes, I am mad there wasn’t a kiss, but it makes sense in a way to me. What Stiles said- the precious memories he shared with Lydia- was far more important. He was about to be erased, and he wanted Lydia to remember him with memories they shared that he found important-the first things that came to mind when he realized what it meant for him not to exist anymore. Lydia being the first girl he danced with, him having a crush on her all of highschool, Lydia saving his life, Stiles saying he loves her- these are what Stiles wants Lydia to remember. He wants her to remember her impact on him and place in his heart, not his kiss. When he thinks about what it means to be erased- gone from the lives of the people he cares about the most- Stiles doesn’t think that something physical like a kiss is what should stay. He wants his love for Lydia to be permanent. When he is gone and no one remembers him, Lydia will feel Stiles’ love, and he will come back.

She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood.

She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here.

—  Neil Gaiman

Imagine it’s an extremely cold Winter night and you’re shivering under the covers. Loki snuggles close to you and puts his arms around you in an attempt to warm you up, but his body’s natural coldness makes it worse, and you harshly snap at him not to touch you.

You wake up alone and find Loki in the living room, drinking coffee and reading a book. He’s being strangely quiet and distant, and he avoids making eye contact.

You demand to know what’s going on and he tells you that he thought this was what you wanted since you told him off last night. You apologise for your harsh words and explain that it was really cold and his low body temperature was making it worse. The two of you make up, and he promises to keep both himself and you warm with his magic from now on.

She has a laugh almost as melodic as her voice,
A smile just as bright as her eyes.
When she talks the crowd goes quiet,
All eyes on her when she enters a room.
She walks with elegance and moves without a care.
She is kind and gentle,
Her touch comforting and soft.
Her grace is abundant, her faith strong.
She is more beautiful than the stars.
Lovelier than flowers.
And you simply cant help but love her.
—  A.P

Guess who’s been binge watching Red vs Blue over the holiday break? (Hint: Is me!!)


“When it all goes quiet behind my eyes, I see everything that made me lying around in invisible pieces. When I look too hard, it goes away. And when it all goes quiet, I see they are right here. I see that I’m a little piece in a big, big universe. And that makes things right. When I die, the scientists of the future, they’re gonna find it all. They gonna know, once there was a Hushpuppy, and she live with her daddy in the Bathtub.”

Beasts of the Southern Wild (2012) Dir. Benh Zeitlin