Theory: Shiro’s actually stuck in 80s Voltron universe in which he is so confused and mildly disoriented at the fact that so many things are different (he has?? a Norwegian accent??? he pilots the Blue Lion???? lANCE IS THE RED LION PILOT????  P I D G E   Y O U R   V O I C E???????) and just basically save him y’all he’s suffering

O-Of course I know who the members of AZALEA are!

They’re…*looks at smudged writing on hand*

and who could forget our beloved first-year,

If your gender isn’t well known, this post is for you

If no-one else has heard of your gender because it’s very specific, then you are fantastic and so is your gender people in your life, online or not, should respect you.

If no-one else has heard of your gender because you coined it, then I’m so proud of you for coming up with a word when there wasn’t one, you and your gender and both so amazing and people had better respect you.

No matter why your gender is unknown, you are fantastic and your gender is valid. Even if people don’t respect that, those are the people in the wrong and you will always be valid.

-Mod Waver

~ Please do not delete the text or self-promote, as doing so will automatically disqualify you.~

Hello beautiful! I have decided that the time has come to update my queue group! Ocea’s Queueties, much like my initial queue group is specifically created to both showcase a vast array of boho, indie, posh, minimal, modern, luxury and fashion blogs that my beautiful followers and I can queue from at our leisure.


  • Please be following me. I would advise you not to be dishonest, as I will be checking prior to finalising this page.
  • Reblog this post, at least one time.
  • Do not delete the text, self-promote or comment on this post. Doing so will immediately disqualify you.
  • If you are featured on my previous queue group page and would like to be considered for the updated queue group, you are required to reblog this post.


  • A follow from me, if I am not already following you.
  • Your blog will feature on the Ocea’s Queueties members page, that you will find here upon its completion.
  • New blogs to follow, collab with, queue from and fellow bloggers to befriend!
  • A full queue, without fail.
  • My beautiful followers will soon discover your flawless blog, so you are incredibly likely to gain! 


  • Reblog this post more than once, you will grab my attention immediately!
  • Have a similar blog style to me.
  • Participate in any or all of the promos I am currently hosting and/or co-hosting.


  • Flawless banner made by the beautiful Haniah. You may request one of her creative masterpieces and/or a stunning blog makeover here.
  • Image found on tumblr. It is essentially everywhere and I cannot seem to locate it when I need it. Credit belongs to the image’s rightful owner.
  • I will be choosing a generous number of blogs to feature as my updated queue group. The precise number is unknown, but I would estimate between 20-30 flawless blogs.
  • I will be choosing when I am comfortable with the notes. Ideally within four weeks of the publication date of this post (we’ll see.)
  • Please don’t let this flop. If it does, not only will my queue forever be empty, but we will all be forced to pretend that this never happened. Awks. :D

Good luck, loves. Happy reblogging!

- Kaelyn.


A/N: AHHH I FORGOT TO ADD AN AUTHOR’S NOTE. Anyway, today’s JeffMads day, so there is another fic on the way!

Don’t laugh. Do. Not. Laugh. This is not funny.

James grunted when Thomas tugged on his arm as soon as the bell rung, dragging him down the hallway and avoiding the flow of students. His grasp was that of an angry man’s, and James started wracking his brain for any wrong-doing. Had he said something offensive at lunch, was it because he rolled his eyes at Thomas’ joke, or that he offered him advice on his essay when he asked him to proofread it? James’ heart was racing, he felt like a dead man, he thought that Thomas would turn around and punch him in the face-

A gasp escaped him when Thomas pressed him into the wall, his hand firm on his chest. He gulped, fingers wrapping around Thomas’ wrist. “T-Thomas, please-” He was so ready to apologize, to make sure he never wronged Thomas again, to never utter a phrase that would ever piss him off-

He was surprised when Thomas kissed him, everything suddenly becoming soft and gentle. James closed his eyes, his hand finding the back of Thomas’ neck to deepen the kiss. Thomas moaned, having to lean down to reach James’ height. They pulled apart with a gasp, neither wanting to break the kiss but both needing to breathe. Thomas sighed, resting his head on James’ shoulder. James rubbed his back.

“God, I thought you were going to kill me,” James breathed with a nervous laugh.

“Sorry,” Thomas muttered. “I was just frustrated. God, I’ve wanted to kiss you all week, but we never had the chance and I didn’t even know if you wanted to-” James shushed him and wrapped his arms around him, awkwardly cradling him given their height difference. He knew exactly how Thomas felt; craving affection but not being allowed to give or receive it. They had started dating at the beginning of the school year and made a rule not to show any public displays of affection given Thomas’ situation. Nobody suspected a thing, everything was going according to plan, but of course it was only a matter of time until one or both of them broke.

“You don’t have to ask to kiss me,” James assured, pressing their noses together. He had to stand on his tiptoes just to reach Thomas’ face.

“I know, but-” Thomas’ eyes were glassy, and James felt his heart clench painfully. “James, I’m so sick of hiding, but I have to. I want to show you that I love you, I want to scream it to the whole world, but I can’t. God, I’m such a coward-”

James pulled him down by the collar of his letterman and smashed their lips together, far more aggressive and passionate than the first. He wanted Thomas to know how he felt, any time they were together, whenever their hands would accidentally brush or their eyes would meet for half a second. His heart was beating so fast he thought it might explode, but for some reason the adrenaline rush only excited him and he was pressing so hard into the kiss he thought they would merge together.

Thomas breathed shakily, their foreheads pressed together. His eyes were closed, his mind collecting and processing what had just happened. James Madison had kissed him. James Madison loved him. Love. He whimpered when he felt James caress his cheek, realizing that he had been crying. He opened his eyes, his vision blurry with tears, but he could still make out James’ face. James, full of adoration and longing. His James. He exhaled, trailing a finger on James’ cheek. “James, I-”

“I know,” James interjected, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. He knew it hurt to say it, it still hurt to accept it, but James was willing to wait. Love took time and James was patient. “I love you, too.”

“Oh my God.”

James and Thomas snapped their heads towards the harsh whisper, eyes widening when they met a gaping Hamilton. They quickly glanced at each other, arms still entwined, then back at Hamilton who had finally shut his mouth. James was the first to snap, “Don’t laugh. Do. Not. Laugh. This is not funny.”

“I’m not laughing,” Hamilton insisted, before bursting into gleeful yet nervous giggles. “Oh my God, I just… I never would have guessed. I knew you two were good friends, but this? No, I never would have-” He shook his head, still chuckling. “Does anyone else know?”

“No,” Thomas muttered through clenched teeth. James massaged his shoulder blades in an attempt to calm him. “And you’d better not tell anyone.” There was a threat in his tone, but in his eyes there was something else, something that Alex instantly recognized: Fear. That same fear in John’s eyes when he had came out to his friends and begged them not to tell anyone else, because if his father overheard he’d surely disown him. Alex didn’t know much about Thomas’ life at home, but if he was that scared, it mustn’t have been a very supportive one.

The smile dropped from Alex’s face to a look of pity, quickly replaced by an annoyed scowl as he crossed his arms. “Why would I do that? It’s not like I’ll get any benefit out of it,” he scoffed. “I only ask that you two keep this private. Honestly, just seeing you clinging onto each other is making my stomach churn.” There was a bit of a playful jab behind his request.

Thomas couldn’t help but smirk, gently tilting James’ chin up. “I wonder how this will make you feel?” He kissed James, surprisingly feeling safe and trusting that Alex really wouldn’t blow his mouth off.

Alex gagged, turning away and shielding his eyes. “That is disgusting. Absolutely appalling.” He began to walk away, checking over his shoulder. They were still kissing. He rolled his eyes. “Undeniably repulsive!” Thomas flicked him off in a friendly gesture, never breaking his kiss with James. Sure, it still wasn’t completely normal, but he knew there would eventually come a day where he would feel comfortable enough to kiss James in broad daylight in front of a crowd.