*rollo

Rompiendo una lanza a favor de Lady Soup

Está en Dangerous Budapest.

No la conozco personalmente y no somos amigos, pero siempre se ha ofrecido para ayudar en lo que sea y es una persona muy activa con la que se puede contar para rolear. Eso da mucho gusto, independientemente de que te agrade o no cómo lo lleva porque, como en todo, cada uno tiene sus estilos. No se ha visto implicada en ningún mal rollo del foro (y, para ser honestos, con los pocos que somos tampoco es como si pudiera haber grupismo y peleas entre nosotros XD) ni promueve la animosidad de ningún tipo.

Si alguien no quiere entrar en el foro solo porque está ella, que se abstenga, porque no se me ocurre una actitud más infantil que escudarse tras un anónimo para esparcir porquería y privarse de un foro que quizás te guste (no lo digo solo por lo que me toca).

No tengo mucho más que decir al respecto, pero os recomiendo que reflexionéis sobre vuestras aportaciones y ese interés malsano que tenéis en quemar a personas de la comunidad rolera. ¿No sería más eficiente ignorarlas o no rolear con quien no os gusta y ya está…?

They needa have some kind of Bluetooth surround system in these hooded hair dryers
I’m tryna watch tv n dry my rollos at the same time

anonymous asked:

Me dijo que estábamos llendo muy rápido y prefiriria dejarlo, pero es que a mi me da pena dejarlo,tampoco es ser novios pero lío por lo menos, me dijeron mis amigas que tendría rollos con su ex, pero me rayo muchísimo y ahora no somos nada :(((

Las cosas acaban, lo pasajero mañana ni importará te lo digo yo, he llorado por tipos que ni llegaron a ser y hoy en día me valen un cielo de verga.

Weird Paranormal Story - Rollo’s Stairs

When I was in college, I worked part-time for the Bucks County Historical Society at their headquarters, the Mercer Museum in Doylestown, PA. (It was a hike, but well worth it.)

The museum contains thousands of pre-Industrial Revolution artifacts and is well known for ghostly activity. The creator and original curator, Henry Mercer, has been known to wander about the place on a semi-regular basis, and of course some of the exhibits have weird energies attached to them.

There’s one particular area of the museum, a stairway between the fifth-floor room of stoveplates and the sixth-floor roof gallery of Franklin stoves, that’s known as Rollo’s Stairs. Rollo was Henry Mercer’s dog, a handsome Chesapeake Bay retriever, and he was often onsite during the museum’s construction. It’s important to note that the Mercer Museum is made entirely out of poured concrete. So on one occasion, as this stairway was setting, apparently Rollo went thundering up the still-wet concrete steps. His pawprints are still visible on several of the stairs to this day.

So one day, I was in the rooftop gallery, copying numbers off the Franklin stoves, and suddenly the whole place got chilly. I thought nothing of it; the museum’s usually on the cool side, plus it was winter and I figured maintenance had opened an exterior door for some reason.

Then I heard scuffling in the gallery at the bottom of the stairwell, and hurried footsteps coming up the steps. The strange thing was that it didn’t make the same sound as shoes on hard concrete. It was more of a cross between a thump and a squish. What was even stranger was that whatever was on those stairs had FOUR feet, not two.

As I was mouthing the words, “What the HELL…” a man’s voice echoed up from the gallery below.

“ROLLO, NO!”

Just like that, everything went silent. I rushed to the top of the stairs, only a few feet away, and looked down. Nothing. When I checked the gallery, it was also empty. In fact, there was no one in the museum above the third floor.

It wasn’t really frightening at all, just very odd. And the oddest part of the whole thing was that when I ran down to check the gallery, the entire stairwell smelled like wet dog.