#hello rsd nice to see you again!!

[springvaletales]

((Session 23 is wrapped!))

“If I kill Bagelby, god herself will come down from the sky and rewind that shit because no.”

The party unanimously adores Bagelby, and would riot both OOC and IC if he dies.

“It’s going inside of Bagelby one way or another.”

We overheard Bagelby’s Player’s fiancée in the background, telling him that he’s “ultra-cancelled” if he shaves.

Bagelby’s Player’s Fiancée, to Asahi’s Player who she hasn’t met yet over the voice chat: “Hello! It’s nice to voice-meet you!”

Cue five minutes of showering the Fiancée in compliments bc we love her and haven’t gotten to see her for a long while due to Covid and distance.

Thiori had crushed a stealth roll the previous session/night, so the spider didn’t see him sneaking up close. It is, however, still too far out of range for him to hit.

Ena cast Magic Missile to cut Asahi’s cocoon down, and thankfully, her monk abilities allow her to slow a fall as a reaction, bc they were at least 10ft up.

Bagelby cast Phantasmal Force to create a creature that only the spider mutant could see that had the front half of a cat, the thorax of a larger spider, the wings of a bird, and the tail of a cat. Also it’s on fire.

So long as the Spider Mutant keeps failing the intelligence checks, this cat abomination is Real to it, and can do 1d6 psychic damage per turn.

Vashael’s incompetent rolls in combat are being excused by the phrase “Useless Gays”.

Thiori placed something called a Brand of Castigation on the Spider Mutant somewhere in between hammering its unfortunate thorax with max weapon damage.

Due to this brand, if the spider attacks Thiori or anyone within 5ft of him, it takes an extra 6 points of damage.

“Y’all are doing a lot of psychic damage to a creature that doesn’t have much of a brain.

Asahi: “Babe I missed you too but we’re kind of in the middle of something can we handle these emotions later?”

Ena, sobbing in relief because she thought her wife was dead for a hot minute: “NOOOOO!”

The spider rolled a 19 to make a decision, and then a 17 to take a good look at the cat-abomination illusion and realize that it wasn’t real. So much for that!

Bagelby’s Player: “Oh god, it’s learning!”

“Look, we all love Vashael, but he’s basically the party’s little brother, and we have to shit on him as often as possible.”

Bagelby raided the Spider Mutant’s nest to steal an egg to use in his Kleptomancy, which allowed him to cast Phantasmal Force again to convince the spider that the ceiling is slowly descending.

Vashael has now failed twice to cut Michael down.

“You’re gonna make me Google all this weird shit about spiders that I wasn’t prepared to answer.”

Though he didn’t know it was Michael inside the cocoon, Thiori saw Vashael attempting to cut it down, and ran over to help.

Michael: *cursing in Sylvan after nearly falling from the ceiling*

Thiori, who caught him: LANGUAGE!

Ena tried to hit the Spider Mutant with a psionic blast, but it saved, and only took half damage.

That’s still 17 damage tho.

“You can always cry more - you just run out of tears is all.”

“I’m gonna punch a spider in the face.”

Me, getting Rules Lawyer-ed in my own campaign but not saying anything bc I don’t want to ruin the fun mood: “Haha yeah okay I guess this website you called reliable and used for yourself just two sessions earlier is now unreliable and shouldn’t be used by the DM.”

Bagelby asked Maritza (the pocket-mimic he stole back in Springvale) if she could change into something that could help him cut down the many, many other cocoons strung around the large room.

Maritza only rolled a 3, but she didn’t want to disappoint Bagelby, so she tried really hard, and turned into a tiny pair of (safety) sewing shears.

“OMG why is she so sMALL?!”

“She’s a BABY, guys!”

Vashael finally - finally - cut open the cocoon, and pulled Michael back into his arms. Then, like Ena before, he burst into tears.

Thiori stared the Spider Mutant in eyes #6 and 7 and called it a bitch.

Wow I do not like this RSD cloud that’s suddenly hanging over me I should have said something earlier but now it’d be weird

The Spider Mutant took absolutely no notice of August flanking it as it kept trying to bite Thiori, missing, taking damage, and getting confused.

Asahi, on Vashael’s competence: “He’ll have his fanfiction moment soon, don’t worry.”

“…because although Maritza is very very small, she is also very very sharp.”

Bagelby found three corpses and two prisoners on death’s door. He took two of Thiori’s Cookie’s of Healing and, uh….pre-chewed them before feeding them to the two survivors.

Both civilians woke up, saw the spider, and began screaming.

Bagelby crushed a persuasion roll to convince them that the giant Spider Mutant getting curb stomped behind him was all part of a dream. He led them away from the fight, sat them down against a web-free wall, and offered them both a slug.

These people failed their rolls so horribly that they didn’t question this weird teenager, and both ate the slugs.

Michael finally got into the initiative, and absolutely decimated the spider, despite rolling with disadvantage. Lvl 10 warlocks are whack, yo.

“The competency was stored in the boyfriend.”

“We are professional shit-starters.”

“Come on, Bagelby. Work that braincell.”

Bagelby took out one of the hearing stones he stole from Postmaster Speckles’ desk to try and broaden his perception, but the mystery sound he had heard rolled higher.

Bagelby then tried to steal one of the random potions from Toothless’ stand out of Thiori’s bag but got caught. When he explained that he wants to drink a random potion to see if it will give him a helpful effect.

This randomly generated potion - held in a wooden carving of a cat skull - has nothing to do with eyesight, and Bagelby grew goat horns instead.

Seeing this, Thiori took out another potion bottle - held in a hollowed out scorpion tail - and chugged it. Because ‘yolo’.

He can now cast “Friends” as a cantrip for three days.

Safe in the knowledge that the boss was dead and they had nothing to worry about, the party began cutting down cocoons to rescue as many unfortunate prisoners as they could, whom they herded into the holding cell area with Vashael and Michael to recover a little before figuring out what to do next.

Ena began setting fire to the spider’s web nest, and all the eggs inside. None of them were viable, but I can’t fault their reasoning.

Once the flames had been set, however, the party heard a door slam, and turned around to find a 12ft skeletal Dragonborn - held together by glowing strings of magic that flickered and writhed like lightning - in ancient armor standing in front of it.

Thiori tried to cast “Friends” on them, not knowing what the cantrip does. It made us all laugh, and some of that weird heavy feeling is gone.

Completely ignoring the party, this new NPC (Senn-Dugaal - spoilers to come later) pointed his battle-axe at the corpse of the spider, and demanded that it “Get up. You aren’t finished yet.”

Upon command, the spider’s legs began to jerk, and unfold the wrong way to lift it up off the ground, at which point, it’s body split open lengthwise for the start of phase 2.

Senn-Dugaal disappeared when the party wasn’t looking, leaving behind only debris blocking the door to the holding cells. And that’s where we wrapped for the night!

#OOC #Quarantine D&D #((Michael wasn't supposed to kill the damn thing but I severely underestimated)) #((how much damage 3d10+5 actually was))

[anxicecreamty]

found out someone blocked me and my dumb ass is having trouble coping

#hello rsd nice to see you again!! #i know im annoying but. am i that annoying?? #i just wanna know what i did that would cause that yanno #but I'll never get an answer and i shouldn't expect one and im not owed one #im just imagining worst case scenarios. like I've seriously offended someone #and thats literally a nightmare for me and my people pleasing ass #sigh #i just have to get past it and go to fucking sleep!! #whats my motto again?? #focus on what you can control #anx.txt #i thought it was funny at first and then i started getting really sad

[upperranktwo]

hello, i was the anon who sent you an ask about the sizing of your gifset, i only saw your asks about it, i din't see your response. but i'm so sorry i made you feel bad with that ask :( i thought the coloring was great, and i checked your blog because i thought you were a new giffer but you had a few gifsets so i assumed you weren't resizing them by choice. that was a great mistake on my part and i'm sorry i upset you, that was not my intention! again i'm SO sorry, your gifs look great!

Hi anon! Firstly, let me say sorry for the late(ish) reply, I took the weekend off Tumblr to rest and I’m only just seeing this now! I hope you had a nice weekend 💖 Secondly, please don’t apologise. 

I am very new to gif making, I’ve only been doing it for a month and I only knew that Tumblr would only upload something if it was a certain size so I made everything to be that size. I didn’t realise until I looked at them that they were actually far too big!!! I decided to see what other people were doing and for my last set decided to practice with a smaller size. I was very proud of myself for trying it and I noticed an improvement so I was very happy! 

So when I got your asks I felt like I was doing something wrong... and that maybe everyone could see these flaws which I hadn’t noticed and were just trying to be nice to me...  it was silly of me to get upset. I think my RSD and insecurities got the better of me. I hope I didn’t look too much like baby... 

I know it wasn’t your intention to upset me  💖 it’s my fault for letting myself read your message worse than it was. I had a couple people explain to me what you meant and I understand where you were coming from  💖 I still have a lot to learn, I’m always looking to improve and I’m open to any help/tips (I need it tbh) hopefully moving forward I’ll only get better!! Thank you for liking how I coloured my gifs! It means a lot, especially since I’m a beginner! I hope you see this reply and I hope it puts your mind at ease  💖 it’s okay don’t worry about about anything!!! 

I’m sorry if this reply is a little long... the reason why you didn’t see my response was because I received a couple anon messages and one of them was someone asking if I could delete their message because they were worried they upset me and I figured it was you and deleted it... I’m sorry for that! (and to the other person, I’m sorry I deleted the wrong reply but your message was very helpful so thank you!) I hope you have a wonderful week and once again, please don’t feel bad  💖

#I haven't self reblogged that gifset and it's under 50 notes #please everyone be a bestie and reblog it for me <3 #asks #anon #long post

[djevsmev]

Episode 4: Mammoth 12″ Spectacular!

HELLO!

I hope you’re all keeping inside and keeping well.

To celebrate reaching hump-day of Lockdown week 3, I thought I’d go “full Subway” and get the 12″s out. It’s longer than usual but will still leave you feeling empty and disappointed.

I’m being hilarious! It’s amazing. Let’s begin.

Now, something to note about my 12″ records: Like the 7″s before them, I tended to buy them just on a whim, but unlike the 7″s quite often I’d buy dance and hip-hop 12″s in a pathetic attempt to look like my tastes were a bit more broad and eclectic than the wee indie pop boy that I absolutely was. Consequently I found 12″s by J5, Chemical Brothers, Basement Jaxx and other stuff. In fairness to me, they’re all tunes I like, but it did give me a chuckle. Anyway, they didn’t get a play because everyone knows how “Hey Boy, Hey Girl” goes. No, let’s get dug in to things I didn’t really remember, starting with...

TERRA DIABLO - THE WAY THINGS ARE AND HOW THEY’RE MEANT TO BE

And, as ever, we’re straight in to jeopardy and excitement. When people talk about Vinyl Lockdown, and they very much do, it’s all about the jeopardy and excitement. And the flawed the thematic posts, because this is a 10″, but let’s ignore that and get back to the j&e. Take a look at this:

Ignore the Glasgow Producer Legends that made this and check out the speed. OK, no problem. We can deal with that. BUT WAIT!

WTF? Well through trial and error, I can tell you the correction on the inner sleeve is correct, it’s 33rpm, but I think there’s only one track on this side and 2 on the other. Not entirely sure. Either that or I’ve given you 2 tracks, you lucky devils. Terra Diablo were based in Glasgow and while I don’t remember much about them, I’ll tell you this, even if they were good, I would not have bought their EP unless they were nice, because that’s how I was. I doubt they will thank me for saying this, but I think it’s kind of Grunge-y. Like Slint meets Pearl Jam, but I’ve always really liked Pearl Jam so I’m not intentionally being a dick.

LEMON JELLY - SPACE WALK

Look at that! Just look at it! Thing of beauty. God love Lemon Jelly, their artwork was always gorgeous. That’s why I bought this. I had this on the album so hadn’t even opened it to keep it all lovely.

But records are meant to be played so I bust it out.

God love Lemon Jelly. And it’s a great tune. the breakdown back to the acoustic guitar. Lovely stuff. Oh! And we have our first record skip on this! I could have re-recorded but I couldn’t be arsed.

REACHOUT ft ROOTS MANUVA- FOR WHOM THE HEART BEATS

You see? I like hippidy hippy hop, too! Straight outta Edinburgh, yo! There was a big hip hop scene in Edinburgh in the mid-late 90s and early 00s, but being from out in the sticks and being said little indie boy (see introduction), while I knew it existed, I had no part of it. I was not cool. Bristo Sq at the University where all the Edinburgh skaters hung out (at least they used to) so I remember seeing this at work and thinking it was worth a go. This first track’s great. Whilst I still don’t listen to a lot of hip hop, having mentioned J5 earlier you’ll be able to hear why this is right up my street.

OZOMATLI - SUPER BOWL SUNDAY

Talking of J5, this features Cut Chemist and Chali Tuna. You can tell both from the voice and, like every other track he’s on, he spells his own name or a variant of it. I’ll be honest, I put this on and thought “Yeah, this is great,” right up until the chorus which was pretty anti-climactic. Still, good brass riff, eh? And it’s about time Vinyl Lockdown had a Good Brass Riff (GBR).

RINÔÇÉRÔSE - LE MOBILIER

You see? I like the dance house techno, too! Straight outta Montpellier, yo! In fairness, I couldn't remember how this went, but to my untrained ear, it’s really good. It just funks along quite nicely in the background and I found my head bobbing away. I can imagine it being played when we’d decided to forgo the Pear Tree for a fancy trendy trip to Iguana in Edinburgh circa 2000, and we’d all shout over each other. Great days.

(NB: The Pear Tree in Edinburgh used to do an incredible cocktail which was Tia Maria, Cointreau, and Blue Boys topped up with a bottle of Schwepps OJ. It was amazing how much it tasted like a Jaffa cake. In these troubled times, if anyone wants to recreate it and let me know how it tastes, that would be great.)

SCISSOR SISTERS - LAURA

PICTURE DISC! I got this on its first release thanks to Mark and Lard making it their record of the week on their Radio 1 afternoon show. It’s such a great tune. I went to see them in The Venue (RIP) in Edinburgh off the back of this and what a show it was. They opened with Take Your Mama (this was before the album had come out) but even hearing it for the first time it was catchy as all hell. Then you had Jake Shears pole dancing on the pillars in the venue and Ana Matronic looking like a goddess and I thought “Aye, they’ll be big.”

(NB2: there are worse ways to spend your day than listening to old Mark and Lard on Youtube; Shit Agent, Missing Words, Fat Larry White, Classic Cuts. It’s all so good)

ORBITAL - BELFAST

This is a classic example of what I mentioned in my very first post: cheap Fopp Vinyl. When Fopp was on Cockburn St in Edinburgh (I think it was Cockburn St) their basement was all vinyl. I remember picking this up for about £3 because I knew Unfinished Sympathy, but didn’t own it, and had heard Orbital were good, so thought I’d give it a go. Lord knows who was making them. Handily, you’ll notice teen Ev has put handy instructions on the label. It’s what the gap toothed gypsy Dangerous Dave Pearce would do. I’ve put on Belfast. It skips again but I think that’s part of the fun (see: laziness)

SONS AND DAUGHTERS - DANCE ME IN

I don’t really know where this came from. I might have bought it because it’s a banging tune and Sons & Daughters were right good. BUT it might also be a promo from my work at the time, OR my flatmate worked for their label so he might have gifted me it. Who knows? All these memories are lost like middle-aged memories. Great re-mix though. I was only an occasional Optimo visitor, but throwing things like this in in between Zombie Nation and Schneider TM is what made it quite fun. There will be proper Optimo fans that will probably want to string me up for calling it “quite fun.” Luckily, none of them will have any interest in what I have to say so won’t be reading this. Quite right too.

SUFJAN STEVENS - MYSTERY OF LOVE

Back to firmer ground here with some indie-shmindie singer-songwriter loveliness. As you can see it’s from RSD a few years ago so it was probably grotesquely over-priced. But still, great tune and helps support the wee shops. That’s worth it, isn’t it?

That’s plenty for now. Keep safe and we’ll be right back to the less intimidating, more secure world of 7″ next time.

Fnar!

[bittersot]

2019-06-01

Hello, my name is G̸̟̠̜͇̦̜͌̿͌͒̊͡͠h̖͈̬̫̲̆̋̈̇̌̂̕o͖͕̻̞̘̩͆̆̑̐̉̽͂̍̕ş̘̩̙̮̾̋͋̉́̌̉͘̚t̶̫̲͓̥̱̲̺͇̮͑̒̅̽̍̽̔̊̎, I am 18 years old, and I have ADHD.

When I was a child, I was a bit self centered, so to speak. It wasn't that I tried to be, I was just, a bit dense, very dense. I said what came to mind, I repeated what I heard others say without thinking much on the meaning, if it sounded nice and got stuck in my head, I'd use it, likely in the wrong way.

I was always quick to jump into conversations and share my experiences, not noticing if I cut someone off, but ai got pissed if someone interrupted me. Most people probably thought me annoying, but not everyone would say self-centered, because I didn't just talk about myself, I talked about EVERYTHING that excited me, and as a child, 99% of the world excited me. I knew tons about reptiles and dinosaurs, nature, animals and running around were some of the best things I knew. I was hungry for new information, I liked to do stuff physically, and I liked to read about different topics as well. I did it due to excitement however, and could rarely take a stance on topics, I only got mad if something inconvenienced me directly(notice that this includes something bad happening to my friends, because that meant we likely couldn't play as usually etc). I was not good with understanding people, I took things literally when most of my peers had moved further into "social skills", and I remember not knowing what a Bra was nor why I shouldn't take of my shirt when it was hot in the classroom. I don't know how they found out you shouldn't do that, but while I did get laughs and sighs directed at me, it didn't bother me, because that info didn't excite me. I was at the top of my grade, I got the most advanced books in literature, though since they had less pictures than in the others books, I didn't see it as a win. Taking in info en masse but without looking at it socially, I was marked as a bit of a weird kid, but people found me cool nonetheless. I prefered to hang out with boys, I enjoyed running around in the forest behind the school with sticks pretending we were agents or soldiers. I was friends with girls, for most of the time, however, some I lost contact with because I didn't "get" them. They weren't bad, a bit mean sometimes, but I just didn't get the fun in talking about fashion and "popular" things, perhaps because you needed to follow a certain trend, perhaps because we sat still a lot, but I wasn't drawn to them. I did have two other close girl friends, they were more into fantasy like me, but due to a certain cat related mishap, we split for a while, during which I went to hang out with the boys, and that stuck for a while.

I was also very, very, stubborn, to my own detriment. I would disagree over the most stupid things cause they didnt please me at the current moment, such as refusing to eat the meatloaf because it didn't look good, and getting the rest of my daycare class to do the same. It wasn't untul everyone was standing around waiting for naptime that the caretakers got me to take a bite, and I liked it, thought it tasted good. Don't know why I so passionately decided to shit on meatloaf on that day, but I got the rest of the class in on it, and stuck with it even when I was the only one left. During handball practice before a match with another group one time, I refused to shoot at the goal if it wasn't with "my ball", I think I remember thinking "Why am I doing this, why am I do stubborn?" In the middle of my protest, perhaps because my teammates were complaining about me loudly, but I didn't give up immediately, I couldn't.

I was also impulsive. God, so impulsive. I threw a stuffed animal at a teacher ones cause she was making a joke while dragging out the time until she'd give us results on a certain topic. I felt really embarrassed. The few seconds before it happened, I remember imagining it like a cartoony scene when everyone complained and things were thrown around in the background, so I launched away my plushie at her. I tended to hit and punch my friends as I grew older, in middle school I would jump some of my friends as a way of greeting them. I didnt think it through, it just felt right, I enjoyed the body contact and their complaints, somewhat, because they would still smile afterwards and hang out with me.

It was easy to make me cry. It didn't happen often, because I mostly thought about myself and other remarks didn't land unless I was engaged in a discussion of a topic of massive interest to me, or if something inconvenienced me. I lost a toy ones, a blue bakugan snake ball, and I cried. I cried and I cried and ALL the other girls in the class had to gather to comfort me as I lied on a couch unconsolable.

In high-school, it was the first time I was in a class where a majority of students were teens I didn't know previously. And these teens were not used to my antics. Whereas in my two previous schools, most kids were somewhat cool with me because "I had always been that way", in this new class, when I didn't stick to social rules or hit someone in a friendly manner(or so I thought) it was called out and focused on. Half because it was bad(and it was, I was impulsive and my hits likely hurt) but I feel like a few of them revelled in how weird I was, didn't try to bully me, but I remember hearing whispers behind my back, and the girls would laugh and treat me as a pet when I hung out with them.

I split during 7th grade. I don't remember exactly when, but the anxiety which had been planted somewhere around the end of middle school took root and thanks to RSD, it got a boost so bad it shut me down completely. I shut up, kept my hands to myself, my thoughts to myself, and my feelings to myself(what happened was not DiD, if DiD is like driving in a car and other personalities being able to take over the wheel, then what happend to me was that I previously always wore clothes for sunny days, and now after a terrible snowstorm put on winter clothes, and since they seemed to work, I refused to take them off, even subconciously). Old me did show up in the cracks of my new self when talking to the one friend I still had from my past, but due to reasons (which I have reason to believe was gaslighting, but then again we were kids, I think my RSD just made it worse, plus when she talked about me to others without asking me if she could (Young me found her to be way too loud and open about herself, no surprise considering what I was doing but I don't think she did anything bad)) I pushed her away through ignoring her more and more, in some way I thought I "set her free" to be with people as open and honest as herself, and we split paths when high school ended, not keeping up contact.

My new self, was very introspective, I had to be, everyone had focused on being able to define their identity for a while now, whereas I hadn't thought much of anything outside of the best thing in the moment. I looked inside myself, and found stress, fear, and emotional turmoil. I started to avoid classes and presentation where I was put on display for a lot of people, and taken to a therapist when my parents started to notice how I stayed home unusually often. This me became very good at observing and picking out faults in myself and others, not actual faults, but faults as society saw them. Despite my young self being dense, I wasn't immune to the information I picked up. I remember being told as a woman that I should focus on being hot and pleasant to men, and now when I didn't have my whims to take my focus off the subject, the misogyny around me caught up and that hurdle of imperfection sent me deeper into depression. Never wear your heart on your sleeve, I told myself, over and over, it was far too risky. I grew very depressed, having a hard time leaving bed most days, falling asleep as soon as I got home. I remember spending endless nights crying and crying. What kept me alive was Pokémon, Vocaloid, and the two friend groups I was blessed to have, while I fell out of touch with one due to getting to attached to a certain person and then realizing they thought of me as, something, I was left with the other group. Other group split, which didn't bother me because I was still with the person who motivated me the most, and she went into animation. I followed her, and thanks to her, I decided to go to an animation school. Rest is documented elsewhere, but after around my first year, I realized I didn't want to be an animator, but I am glad I took this route, because I am good with said subjects, and it felt like a chance to think what I truly want to do, and I have now decided I want to go into psychology. My troubles are far from over, my old self has broken free and is showing up more and more, not irl, I'm too afraid of that still, but I hope I can tame her, and be myself again, but with the experience and capabilities of thinking things through and enjoy reading the charades most people seem to put up.

What do I know? I quit sports(handball) in middle school cause the rest of the team were "normal" girls, neurotypical who liked to talk and joke about things those types of girls do(I hate that I can't express this any better), but I kept on dancing for a while, and I loved it, I still do. Dancing and working out till I can't move are some of the best ways to make me feel good, to get rid of that excess energy, especially dancing, but due to feeling that everyone was so much better than me, and my inability to leave the house on my own when I technically could just not move from my comfort zone, play more games and not go, I ended up quitting that as well. I wish to dance, workout, and do yoga again, preferably with someone, so the motivation is greater, if someone else is there, I can't just bail.

But, I'm 18 now, and due to reasons, I have been told I am not to trust, and I believe that, not because they are right, but because of what they have said, along with depression, my memory has started to deteriorate. I've always had a hard time remembering unless it is something I am extremely excited about, thus I have let a lot of people down when it comes to birthdays and arriving on time, so I wanted to write down what I can remember as of now, when I left my childhood barely a month ago. Everything will be gone soon, but I do believe that what I have written here isn't made up, this is who I am, and who I was.

Final note, I had an unspeakable amount of imaginary friends throughout my entire childhood, human, humanoid, animalistic and monsterous, Pokémon and other fantasy beings. I still have many imaginary friends, I wouldn't be able to keep together without them, thanks to them I developed the Superiority Complex which got me out of the deepest parts of my depression, and now they are helping me drop said complex. It is silly, but due to, everything, I can't trust anyone outside of myself. I still can't, but I wish to change that, I need to.

#ghost #journal #I ended up writing this because it is pride and I thought about hoe my bisexuality is connected to the rest of my identity #didnt manage to cover that in this. but I wouldn't be bisexual and see through social norms as clearly if it wasnt for my adhd #'holding me back' from falling headfirst into the fuck of a society we live in #hapy pride