trou du cul.

Yael Rossi. 17 forever. Billings. ❝ And she carves her hips into mine like she's Michaelangelo and I'm something holy. ❞

[aaronw-right-blog]

“Now about those rumours about you having no heart,” Aaron trailed off, closing the door tight behind them, protests about the cold following them into the weather. He grinned at Yael, she looked as though she belonged outdoors, lips bitten red and her eyes the same colour as ice. “I’m fragile,” he said, making a face. “Also Rem and Jack always take us down hills with stones because they think they’re cute.”

[yaelrossi-blog]

“Those rumors have yet to be proven wrong. I refuse to comment. Adds to my mysterious aura, no? Maybe I was produced in a lab.” A coy smirk  tugged onto the corners of her naturally berry tinted lips, as she raised an eyebrow at him. “Fragile.” She repeated, letting the word hang in the air for a few seconds, before adding onto it, humour clearly evident in her tone. “I’ll be sure to treat you with nothing but care, sweet, sweet Aaron.” Her voice all but cooing as she patted his rouge cheek lightly before she laughed again. “It’s kind of funny picturing you guys getting together and going sleighing.” Her nose scrunching at the thought, “I thought you’d do something more like, I don’t know, snowmobiling.”

[georgiegantz]

You know, I um, I genuinely tried picking it up, flipped through a few pages, but I–I just couldn’t. And I’m unsure if a flight is the right place to watch it..

[yaelrossi-blog]

Did you really? You know, I only said it for fun, to see how’d you react and all. Sweet, innocent, Georgie, I can’t believe my ears. Did your eyes burn from the filth and horrible writing? I read a little portion in Cosmo and it was awful. --I mean, why not? Afraid you’ll get spanked for watching X-rated by the pilot? I’d say that’s how a real porn film starts out, no?

[yaelrossi-blog]

text: yael

Kara: if u got my reference u clearly aren't too sick

Kara: which means get off that boy's ass and come hang out with ur bff u shit nut

Yael: Shit nut.

Yael: Shit nut. Your creativity never ceases to astound me. It's groundbreaking.

Yael: I'm on my way... this better be drunk tubing.

[aaronw-right-blog]

“Only when you’re involved,” he teased, raising her smile for one of his own. Billings girls had the most fun, as far as he was concerned, they knew just the way that he liked to party; there was no debate or prodding involved. “I’d hate to have to turn back and collect more crap, always travel prepared.” Aaron inched up the gloves of his own, cheeks reddening at the bite of the cold– the sun was up, it made everything else more bearable. “I always find that sleighing kicks my ass more than a board, let’s test it out.”

[yaelrossi-blog]

Hazel eyes rolled playfully as a small laugh escaped her. “Such a charmer. If I were capable of blushing, I think I’d be flushing.” As a black boot stepped outside, imprinting Yael's first step, her head turned, looking in his direction and taking in chiselled features. “Sleighing kicks your ass? Do you do it down the rocky mountains?” She mused, though her eyes sparked curiously, “What’s so hard about sitting on a sled and going down a hill. Even drunk it can’t be that hard.” 

[yaelrossi-blog]

[text]: come outside loser, we're going tubing.

[text] I can’t go out, I’m sick. [text] cough… cough… 

[aaronw-right-blog]

“You’re gonna break my heart Rossi,” Aaron said, though his pout only lasted a moment. He slipped into his boots, patting his chest pocket to make sure he was fully supplied (their gracious hosts made sure no one went without), “A drink and then maybe the slopes? I don’t ski though, how do you feel about good ol’ fashioned sleighing?”

[yaelrossi-blog]

“So, the rumors are true then, you actually have a heart?” Mock shock flooding her features as she pulled on her leather gloves and sauntered over to him. Her eyes flickering to the spot on his chest he had just patted. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were after my own heart.” She mused, a smirking tugging on the corner of her lips. “I’m covered.” She said, pulling out the small flask from her own coat pocket. It was rare for the girl to not have any alcohol on her. “But you can never have too much, can you?” She slid the metal back into her pocket and opened the door, feeling the cool wind hit her face. “Trust me, after the bruises from yesterday, I won’t be skiing or snowboarding ever again. -- Sleighing though. That I’m in for.”

[aaronw-right-blog]

“It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas,” Aaron crooned, looking dreamily out the window. It was a few days past the holiday, but Colorado actually had snow; which warranted a song in the blonde’s mind. He loved the place, around his neck he’d wound a thick scarf, a jacket was halfway onto his shoulders when he gestured towards the door. “You coming with?”

[yaelrossi-blog]

“So long as you promise not to sing the whole way through.” Yael teased, zipping up the coat she had just unzipped. Her cheeks still rosy from just being outside for a smoke. “Where we going? Say somewhere fun.”

[georgiegantz]

It’s uh, it’s a seven hour flight between Hartford and Colorado, so if anyone has book or movie suggestions for the trip, I’d really appreciate them.

[yaelrossi-blog]

50 Shades of Grey. Start off with the books and end it with a bang by watching the movie.

[yaelrossi-blog]

@yaelrossi: when your presentation is too short so you just talk really slowly instead of adding more information. 🙄😋

[isabellerockefeller-x-blog]

“I don’t doubt you’re right,” Izzy admitted, yet with all the group projects, it was getting difficult to tell who was fucking around and who was actually working. “Just seems like a shit ton of effort for one room I should have had anyway,” she answered instead. “If I failed, do you think adding, ‘It was because of a fight in the library’ counts as a valid excuse for colleges?”

[yaelrossi-blog]

“Annoying, isn’t it? People getting what you want, when you’re the one whose actually working for it and needs it?” Yael questioned, almost rhetorically. “I would accept the excuse, so long as their was a hefty donation attached to your reason.” Her lips twitched, unable to hide the smile that had began to pull up. “You could study in my room if you wanted,” She shrugged,unsure if she was even completely serious, but she couldn’t think of anything else to help the girl. “Quiet neighbors, a comfy computer chair. I’ll occupy myself with something and you won’t even realise I’m there.”

[parkerking-blog1]

I don’t think Jewish people really have a standard for drinks on Hannukah. My uncle likes appletinis but I don’t think that’s even universal in our family. But I can get on board with a new tradition. 

[yaelrossi-blog]

No offence, but your uncle has awful taste. The standard drink will simply have to change, or maybe make something that looks like a minora, but instead of candles, we use wine glasses and fill each glass to the brim with red wine. I think that could work, or is that a bit offensive to your culture? -- Honestly, this was kind of one big plot to get you to make me some latkes to try, while I sit back and drink a spiked latte. 

[malkavanaugh-blog]

Silas blanched, rushing to help her collect her things. It was the phone that he scooped up first– after all, she’d be further upset if it was trodden upon; clearly it was the item of the most value in the bundle she had. “I really am sorry, I’ve just got so much on my mind–” The excuses came lamely, he paired them with a weak smile, hoping perhaps his dimples would do better than his words at easing any anger directed towards him. Silas couldn’t stomach the idea of someone being cross with him, it twisted his stomach as badly. “Your drink,” the boy said, frowning as he passed her back her phone, “Can I get you a new one?”

[yaelrossi-blog]

“It’s fine, it’s fine.” Yael said, with a small smile and a shake of her head, not even remotely upset by the small collision. “Finals all have us a little --” She raised her hands and wiggled her fingers, “frazzled, I guess.” She shrugged, her teeth biting down gently on her bottom lip. Taking the phone back from him, Yael looked down at her breakfast smoothie, which lay in a purple puddle on the sidewalk, and she hoped that he couldn’t smell the vodka that she had added to it. “It’s okay, I don’t think you can get another one like it. I’ll make a new one later, or something. Did any of it get on you?” She asked, her eyes trailing down his torso, looking for any traces of a stain on him. 

[karahearst]

A smile graced her lips, one usuallyy reserved for the wild owner of the brunette locks she’d come to love. “I don’t see any signs of your wild rampage, therefore I declared your platonic gesture a shitty one. I’ve been around, kind of quiet then I usually am I guess because of boys and english but now that you’re here that’s bound to change.” Kara grinned, giving her a kiss on the cheek as the two walked forward, arm in arm. “I’m disappointed, here I thought you were offering your boobs as a peace offering. But okay, I’ll let it slide as long as it isn’t that overly hair guy who stalks the halls at lunch. Where we headed?” 

[yaelrossi-blog]

“I have a battle wound right here to prove it,” Yael protested, raising her arm and showing the girl a small dark colored bruise that she had woken up with this morning. It wasn’t unlike Yael to have small bruises appear out of nowhere on her body, never knowing how or when she got them. “You should see my legs, I fucking crawled through twigs and pebbles looking for you.” She added in, the grin only growing with every passing word. “Good. A quiet little Hearst simply isn’t right in this world.” Yael let out a laugh, “If that grants me forgiveness, then you can take it as a peace offering or however you wish. Definitely isn’t the hairy beast. This one has that little resemblance to a young Brad Pitt.” Wiggling her eyebrows playfully at the girl, “anywhere that is off school grounds. I’m open to suggestions, only because I trust your judgement.”

[leila-nazario-blog]

I’m sick of pretending to study for finals, so this might be a good time to come out and say hello.

[yaelrossi-blog]

“Aren’t we all? -- I’m growing tired of taking snapchats that make it look like I’m studying my ass off. Are you new or have you just been carrying this studying façade for the past two weeks?

[carterfchase-blog]

I’m playing irrational, never been a rational person.

[yaelrossi-blog]

“That’s what I thought. I would’ve been surprised if you had said you were a rational person. Come on, let’s go.”

[parkerking-blog1]

It’s the second to last night of Hannukah and I’m already feeling the tragedy in the air. The latkes were only just here. 

[yaelrossi-blog]

What kinds of drinks do you have on Hannukah? Fuck a couple hundred years of tradition, make it go on for another two weeks, blend it into Christmas and call it Chrismukah. Latkes and spiked peppermint mocha lattes for all.

[caspianjarvenpaa-blog]

“See,” the Finn murmured, standing next to the nearby window. The thin, sheer drapes were brushed aside by pale digits, which held a half-dying cigarette between their tips. “No one’s coming.”

[yaelrossi-blog]

“Well now I feel paranoid. I could’ve sworn I heard footsteps coming this way.”