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Sith Society

Society and Culture Headcanons~

I’m sure most of us know the gist of Sith society and culture thanks to Wookieepedia. Brutal, war mongering, xenophobic people with a strict caste system… all that good stuff lol.

But here are just some of my headcanons on the past (pre exiles landing on Korriban) and present day Sith. (and by “present day” I mean SWTOR time).

Putting it under a ‘read more’ cause it got long lol. Read the Bio one here!

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anonymous asked:

[climbs thru ur window] hello friend!! i was wondering if u could possibly do a rfa + v and unknown in college hc?? 😄 (or just yoosung if ur not feelin it) hope u have a great day !! [tuck and rolls while dabbing out the door]

& anotha one:  Hi! I love your blog, such great headcanons! If I may request if you haven’t done this already- university au headcanons of RFA + V? Like their majors and how they hang out? Thanks you lovely!

oh hello welcome welcome pls come in and make urself at home. do u want coffee or tea?? we live in the apartment complex of mysme hell. i couldn’t stop thinking about this…….. get fucking READY,,,, i’d respond with a dab too but the last time i dabbed i hit someone in the face so let’s..,,, not… annieways i’m probably basing this college off something like a small college city of thing, i’m touring colleges rn so this is especially fun!!

this is gonna be long, more under the cut!


the type of guy to probably end up in marketing or business for a major, and absolutely lives and dies for that shit. find him at the library quietly studying or spending time on his dad’s yacht on the weekends. probably diligently prepares for every single exam and aces his classes; this isn’t surprising since he acts as if he’s sold his soul to his major. probably the kind of guy that raises his hand to answer every question. not to be a dick or anything but just because he really does know and has already gone over the material thrice. doesn’t bike to his classes, even though almost everybody on campus does and he has a chauffeur. he’s always super fancy looking and has probably been wearing a three piece when he came out the fucking womb. it’s really awkward seeing him at school events because he is so severely overdressed until v finally pulls him aside and is like, “hey… jumin you can’t wear a three piece to every event.“ “why not” “this is literally a trip to the beach jumin.” you’ll onest to god never catch jumin slipping but one day he wears sweatpants to class and everyone also stares at him this is worse but jumin also has never gave a shit so v is just l i v i n g through this and takin so many photos.


oh god, he’s so cute. he’s the cute guy that everyone fawns over when they have a class with him and yoosung is actually fucking oblivious because he’s so caught up in LOLOL. of course he’s studying to be a vet too, and of course women are swooning over his baby cute looks. perfect skin, blonde hair with cute clips, probably rides a bike and owns like 2 messenger bags that look exactly the same, never has he ever heard of a binder and stuffs all his work into a notebook. he drifts club to club a lot and he’s very sweet like he was in high school, just more distracted and it’s hard to get ahold of him outside of his classes because he’s so attached to playing LOLOL. probably sits in the grass quad with seven and buys the fundraising cupcakes the sell there too at the club booths. also frequents the cafe too and always has his laptop by his side, it has a couple of dent marks from dropping it while rushing to class. probably works at the starbucks on campus and gets hit on a lot but he’s so dense about it that he just assumes nobody wants him. sees jaehee a lot and they’re on a first name basis!!! he draws sparkles on her cup when she orders stuff!!! always plays with people’s pets when he sees them, has a pet goldfish. lowkey failing his classes tbh. tried weed like once with seven and now smokes sometimes on the down low because he gets better at LOLOL and it soothes him a little.


don’t play these fucking games with me because you know damn well he’s an arts major, specifically theater arts. sings on his way to classes. every single girl knows who he is, he has his own fan club. photography majors always want him for a muse so he has a waiting list. is in every single fucking production, usually as one of the leads and at the least a side character with a solo. everyone loves him so he could be playing a fucking tree and they’d still give the tree a meaningful background and a solo. once somebody dm’d him saying they’d pay a hundred dollars for a strand of his hair. always hosting parties and always cool with the frats, but doesn’t really join one because sharing a bathroom is a no bueno for the man. passes his classes with not much of a program, he has pretty average grades and skateboards on his way to classes, eventually switches out to a bike because skateboarding is more dangerous and he could fall and hurt that precious face of his. legend has it if you catch him riding his bike at sundown his hair actually glitters and his eyes turn into a beautiful sunset too. everyone kinda gets annoyed at him because he’s so douchey and cocky but he’s never snobby or rude to other people so they’re just mad that he has like a thousand second long snapchat stories of just his face. got really trashed at a party and has a tattoo on his butt now. he hangs around v a lot but hanging with v means jumin is a package deal sometimes and zen honestly wants to throw fucking hands at jumin something just bOTHERS him

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‘The world is black and white, that’s just how it is. Until you meet your soul-mate, and then it’s apparently like a ka-boom and a wa-zow!

Tony’s never had a soul-mate, and he doesn’t really mind that Pepper’s never made him see a whole new world. Well, he doesn’t mind until he meets a certain god who kind of sort of blows his world out of the damn water.’

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5SOS Preference #31 :: He Accidentally Kisses You


Michael had definitely had a fair share of kisses from the fans. You, having known him for quite a while, knew this. You weren’t a liar, so you couldn’t say you didn’t often fantasize about kissing those red lips of his, but because you were unsure of his feelings for you, your feelings stayed locked away. You were standing around, hovering towards the back of the group of fans, waiting for Michael to come outside. The crowd fell silent, but you didn’t look up from your phone. You knew they were either about to perform or talk to the fans. Ashton said something about daring Michael to kiss a fan, which bother you loads more than it should have, but you still didn’t look up. It seemed as if everyone was holding their breath, and you were, as well. Before you knew that anything was even happening at all, you were being pulled toward Michael. His eyes were closed and he leaned in to press a soft, tentative kiss to your lips. Your eyes widened as you looked around at everyone else. Some fans were jealous, and others were giving you huge smiles and thumbs up. “(Y/n)?” Michael shouted as he opened his eyes. You flinched and smiled sheepishly. “I’m offended you didn’t know it was me,” you said, although the kiss kind of made up for it. Michael blushed a deep red, but quickly covered his embarrassment with a smirk. “If you would have told me you tasted that good sooner…” Michael trailed off, a gleam in his eye. You raised an eyebrow at him, but couldn’t contain your happiness, as well as curiosity. 


You and Calum had been friends for quite a while now, and you’d gotten to the point in your friendship where your families loved one another and you were constantly at each others houses. You were spending the night at Calum’s place while he was out. There was an electrical shortage, and you were too frightened to drive home on your own. You lit a few candles and placed them at the end of Calum’s bed. You snuggled up under the covers and began to scroll through your phone, looking at pictures, answering tweets, looking through Tumblr. You tried to cure your boredom until nearly 2 in the morning, when your phone died. The power was still out, and you were still awake as hell, but you decided to try and sleep anyways. You didn’t hear Calum come inside, but you did feel when he leaned over top of you, surprisingly close. “How did you beat me to my own house?” He murmured in voice huskier and deeper than his usual voice. You barely heard him, due to the fact that you were half asleep. You had assumed his closeness was just because he was checking to see if you were asleep. Calum leaned down and pressed a long, lasting kiss to your lips, placing one hand behind your head and one on your waist. “Calum, what the hell?” You shouted. He drew back quickly, and just then the lights flickered on just long enough for him to see your stunned face. “Damn, (y/n), I didn’t know you were such a good kisser, Give me a heads up next time though, will you?” Calum said lightheartedly.  


You weren’t exactly dressed to meet a band member. You’d had your entire outfit planned for the day you met them, and the one you were wearing now most definitely wasn’t it. It was a simple white T-shirt and black skinny jeans. Your hair was loose and you were wearing your favorite pair of shoes. You weren’t exactly expecting to run into Ashton Irwin on the street. You spotted him and gripped your friend’s arm tightly, unable to form words. She seemed confused until she caught sight of the golden-haired boy wearing a fedora, then she, too, became dumbstruck. Slowly, you dropped her arm and braved yourself. It’s now or never, you thought. With butterflies in your stomach, you walked over to where he stood. Oh God, you thought, he’s even more perfect in person. You lightly tapped him on the shoulder, and he turned around, smiling at you. “Hi,” he giggled, causing you to blush. “H-hi,” you smiled shyly at him. “Would you mind if I got a picture with you?” You asked, biting your lip. He smiled even wider, laughing. “Of course you can,” he said, taking your phone from your outstretched hand. You took one normal picture, and you turned for him, hoping to get a kiss on the cheek. “Do you think that, maybe, you could, um, kiss my cheek for this one? I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” You said. “Sure,” he responded, his dimples showing. You turned to him, about to tell him that you weren’t going to trick him into kissing your lips, when his lips collided with yours (ironic right I know). You both stepped back in shock, and you immediately began to apologize. “Oh my God, I am so, so, so sorry!” You gasped. “I was just going to tell you that I wasn’t going to trick you into kissing me and then I turned my head and oh God, I’m so sorry!” You said. “It’s okay,” Ashton smiled. “It’s not like I didn’t enjoy it,”

L U K E Y 

Many people mistakenly called you Luke’s girlfriend. You were close enough that they would think that, but that wasn’t the reason. The reason was that Luke’s girlfriend looked scarily like you. Every time she came over, it was almost like looking into a mirror, if that mirror had different eye color. Luke was out with her while you waited for him back at his house. The other boys kept you company, and talked to you about the most random things. By the time Luke came home, it was extremely late. His girlfriend was still with him, and she came to sit down next to you on the couch. You guys talked for a little while, while Luke changed and showered upstairs. “Well, I think I’m going to head out. It was nice talking to you, (y/n)!” She said, smiling at you and waving. “You too,” you smiled back, stretching across the couch. You heard Luke yell something from upstairs, but you couldn’t quite make out what he was saying. “Yeah,” You called back up, sure that “yes” could pass as an answer for pretty much anything. You threw your arm over your eyes and yawned. You were completely taken by surprise when you felt a pair of soft lips press to yours. Your eyes flew open, and you removed your arm from your eyes. “L-luke?” you stuttered. “Shit,” he murmured, realizing, now, that you weren’t his girlfriend. You stared at each other for a little while, unsure of what to do. “You’re a… you’re a good kisser.” He mumbled, his face turning red. You giggled and pulled a pillow over your face in humiliation.