Roll Deep for Muzik Magazine, ph. Jason Manning [London, 2003]
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Roll Deep for Muzik Magazine, ph. Jason Manning [London, 2003]
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First off, Cassian is not drunk.
No, he’s just fine. Relaxed. It doesn’t happen that often, so it’s worth mentioning.
It’s not like he doesn’t enjoy the company of his friends or social gathering; Cassian is a generally easy-going person. He goes out on the regular, preferably with the same group of friends he met during his first year of college. The circle has grown a little bigger since then, which is not a bad thing, but Cassian has the most affinity with the OG crew: Kes, Melshi, Shara (even that Solo asshole from time to time).
So, socializing is not the problem—and flirting isn’t a foreign concept to him either. Hell, some people (see aforesaid asshole) might even say that he’s a “fuckboy”, whatever that’s supposed to mean. Pretty sure Solo thinks it’s a compliment. Whatever. But, examining the evidence, Cassian isn’t bad at flirting. He’s well aware that his target audience finds him cute and charming. He doesn’t think of himself as “charming” (his general position is trying to tap into attractiveness and get straight to the point), but he figured that might be just more of the same. So, fine. He has no trouble putting himself out there and he’s a reasonably good-looking guy. What’s the problem you may ask?
The problem has a name: Jyn Erso.
Jyn is his problem. She’s not aware she is, but damn, what a fucking big one. Not proportional to her person—which is ironic.
Arguably, it’s been worse. When he first met her (through mutual friends on Shara’s end), he’s been struck with that smoosh feeling crushing his skull and stomach and every last one of his brain cells. Talk about an instant crush.
To his defense, Jyn is a thirst trap. And he’s not referring to her Instragam (which he hasn’t stalked, at all. Get off his back.) No, Jyn is a thirst trap IRL.
She's the prettiest girl he has ever seen. Have you seen her eyes? Soft green and golden flakes. And her smile? Damn, she's adorable. She's charming. That might be a good usage of the term. But that's not it. Because then you start to pay attention to her personality and she's so unapologetic and fierce and mysterious, you can't look away. Cassian can't when she's nearby. It's almost magnetic. He just wants to be close. He has that urge to talk to her and it's a stupid one because the more they talk, the more he wants to touch her.
Thirst trap? Yeah. She's not just a pretty face, she's a pretty everything. It's hard not to notice her body when she's standing in that white bikini by the pool, or when she's dancing with her hair up and it's like her sweaty neck is begging to be kissed. Her neck and breasts and stomach and everything else.
Cassian has a lot of thoughts like this one in stock. And it has been worse, at first (sorry, backtracking there for a minute. The man is usually better at organizing arguments but it's been a long day, cut him some slack), because he thought that Jyn was with Maia. Instant heartbreak. But it turned out that Tanith is with Maia, and Jyn isn't with anyone. Great news, right? Well, yes and no.
Great news because she's single; bad news because he spent so much time thinking that Jyn Erso was entirely out of his league that he can't even try to make a move anymore. It's like looking at an expensive piece of art in a museum with zero knowledge of art theory. Besides, if she was interested, she would have made it known by now. Right?
He wants to shake it off. He really does. But he can’t. She’s just too… there.
“Go talk to her,” Shara says (not for the first time and not without a slight aggravation). “For fuck’s sake, please, just go talk to her! Worst case scenario, you get a ‘no’ and move on.”
She has a valid point. His brain considers the possibility.
“You look like a lovesick puppy,” Solo laughs without mercy.
That, from all things, finally coaxed Cassian into action. He’s going. He’s going to talk to Jyn Erso. Right now.
Is the ground always so wobbly? Why is it so hard to move in a straight line? Whatever. The pool is the objective. Jyn sitting by the pool. Jyn. The pool. His game plan is strong. Just make it to Jyn and talk to her. Just—
The pool finds Cassian before he has a chance to find Jyn. Without warning, the ground is wet and unsolid, and Cassian goes under with a loud splash, all clothes still on.
Alright. Maybe he really is that drunk after all.
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