#ripchords

[circusofdeadsquirrels]

So I like CoDS again... (Not as much as when I first made this blog) but I wanna at least upload some of the stuff I horded from when I was super into them :) I found both of these on Viz (I think thats what its called?) its a Russian social media website. If I remember correctly they also had a video of a Ripchord interview subbed in Russian (it was from the Operation Satan era) which I thought was super cool. The image on the left has Travis's signature so its safe to say its official art. I dont know where they used it (maybe it was just uploaded to their myspace gallery).

[spiderziege]

Top 5 songs?

1. Hungriges Herz by Mia.

2. Denkmal by Wir sind Helden

3. A Wolf at the Door by Radiohead

4. Ripchord by Rilo Kiley

5. Chick Habit by April March

maybe not my top songs of all time (except for the first two) but definitely what ive been listening to a lot lately

[wheremermaidsdwell]

so anyway due to hellcheer week i'm suddenly 4k into a soulmate au and I'M IN DANGER THIS COULD VERY EASILY BECOME LONG I GOTTA PULL THE RIPCHORD

[carmenized-onions]

Okay first of all, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I’m so glad you were born and that you put this story out into the world, because I am fucking obsessed. So.

These last few chapters were amazing and I’m caught up now, and I did work out that Chip was named Chip because of the chip, and what the necklace was — but NOT that she was Michaels sponsor! I thought the bank account was some kind of sobriety chip shorthand but I couldn’t make it make sense and that’s because that was NOT in fact what it was about. This is brilliant, I loved the mic drop at the end of chapter 12, and just UHH I LOVE IT ALL

love that Tony finds Tina scary, i have a coworker who’s so similar to her and I was TERRIFIED til I managed to earn her trust and respect (which literally took me a year).

love the way you worked in real lines from the EC’s interaction in s3, and how you added that line about Tony leaving… so PERFECTLY in character and just so right and I’m starting to go incoherent now but I just think that moment was excellent, chef

The Narcan scene, oh my heart

THE SCENE WHERE RICHIE DESCRIBES HOW LUCKY HED BE TO HAVE TONY TO THE EC IN FRONT OF CARMY ALL I CAN DO IS SMASH EJRHEBSHSHDSLZNDBSKALW

Mikey in the walk-in, Jesus take the wheel

Also I need to conclude by quoting you to you:

The value is in the time, not what is delivered. It does not need to be the most special, hyper condensed, hyper focused, upper echelon second to count. It will count because it counts. Time spent is worth it, no matter what was bought.

That is POETRY, right there. You are doing SUCH AN AMAZING JOB WITH THIS, Tony feels so real and it is just a pleasure and a goddamn delight that also makes me cry. I hope your birthday was great and you are great and your life is great because your writing in general and this fic in particular are FUCKING GREAT

I think this is the only ask I will be getting through for the twenty minutes left of my lunch break LMAO so lets CRACK THE FUCK IN!! 

Thank you for the birthday wishes and being glad I was born. Thank you for being born! Also, I hope YOU are this same anon that feared their ask being eaten, but if that anon is out there reading this. If you’re not this one. Then yes your ask was eaten baby I’m so sorry. 

The bank account was such a wonderful and unexpected red herring for people and that does make me very happy— Just slightly threw everyone off their rhythm. Chapter 12/13 both have the craziest Mic Drops, I love saying and ending on the most crazy shit. 

Tina was so scary to me in S1 because all I want to do when it comes to older female agro coworkers is impress them so much and if they DONT like me I’ll fly off my balcony on god. IT TAKES SO LONG TO EARN THAT RESPECT!! And now I think their relationship (Tony and Tinas) in like Chapter 2 seems so much softer and cuter now knowing that Tony had to work for that shit lmao. 

THANK YOUUU the scene with David in S3 was SO well-timed because it’s very clearly like, the moment before I think Carmy will go on his fucking S4 bender (ideally of self growth) and so I just got to go “alright, we’ll just skip like MOST of Season 3 and go right to 4 ig”. Love that for writing. I don’t have to rework with SHIT! 

RICCHIIEEEEEEE, I love him so much. My guard dog extraordinary. My hero. 

Thank you for quoting me to me, I really injected a lot of my poetry/prose style writing into this chapter, I was so hoping the every second counts bit would hit, and I’m glad it did. I personally also always thought of EVERY SECOND COUNTS as a super fucked stressful thing until S2 with Richie and Andrea. I fully also did not get it, like Carm. They smacked the shit out of me with that one. 

Thank you thank you thank you for all your thoughts and praises and well wishes— I hope hope hope you love the next chapter, I also hope hope hope I get this chapter out tonight I’m fucking ITCHING bro. Honestly, quick poll before I go back to work:

THANK YOU LOVE YOU HOPEFULLY SEE YOU TONIGHT!

[totallyboatless]

*rockstar voice* WHO’S READY TO GET SAD???

anyway add this to your OFMD playlist, it works for both Ed and Stede at their lowest points

Pull the ripcord

The ship has lost its sail

Your momma's got a new man

Your daddy always fails

And you're eating again with them

Because nobody loves you

And even fancy things have finally lost their charm

Wine and diamond rings they never get you anymore And you're sleeping again alone

Because nobody loves you

And they should have seen you

Should have known you

Should have known what it was like to be you

So come on kid

Look at what you did

I don't meant it but you did yourself in

And I was even having a good day when we found out we lost you

She said it was in the singing and the strumming

Oh man I even saw it coming

[ominous-synths-records]

Sealed With A Kiss - The Rip Chords

[chronicswitch]

My therapist shared this poem with me by Andrea Gibson and honestly it resonates:

The Nutritionist

The nutritionist said I should eat root vegetables

Said if I could get down 13 turnips a day

I would be grounded,

rooted.

Said my head would not keep flying away to where the darkness is.

The psychic told me my heart carries too much weight

Said for 20 dollars she’d tell me what to do

I handed her the twenty,

she said “stop worrying darling, you will find a good man soon.”

The first psychotherapist said I should spend 3 hours a day sitting in a dark closet with my eyes closed, with my ears plugged

I tried once but couldn’t stop thinking about how gay it was to be sitting in the closet

The yogi told me to stretch everything but truth,

said focus on the outbreaths,

everyone finds happiness when they can care more about what they can give than what they get

The pharmacist said klonopin, lamictil, lithium, Xanax

The doctor said an antipsychotic might help me forget what the trauma said

The trauma said don’t write this poem

Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones

My bones said “Tyler Clementi dove into the Hudson River convinced he was entirely alone.”

My bones said “write the poem.”

The lamplight.

Considering the river bed.

To the chandelier of your fate hanging by a thread.

To everyday you could not get out of bed.

To the bulls eye on your wrist

To anyone who has ever wanted to die.

I have been told, sometimes, the most healing thing to do-

Is remind ourselves over and over and over

Other people feel this too

The tomorrow that has come and gone

And it has not gotten better

When you are half finished writing that letter to your mother that says “I swear to God I tried”

But when I thought I hit bottom, it started hitting back

There is no bruise like the bruise of loneliness kicks into your spine

So let me tell you I know there are days it looks like the whole world is dancing in the streets when you break down like the doors of the looted buildings

You are not alone and wondering who will be convicted of the crime of insisting you keep loading your grief into the chamber of your shame

You are not weak just because your heart feels so heavy

I have never met a heavy heart that wasn’t a phone booth with a red cape inside

Some people will never understand the kind of superpower it takes for some people to just walk outside

Some days I know my smile looks like the gutter of a falling house

But my hands are always holding tight to the ripchord of believing

A life can be rich like the soil

Can make food of decay

Can turn wound into highway

Pick me up in a truck with that bumper sticker that says

“it is no measure of good health to be well adjusted to a sick society”

I have never trusted anyone with the pulled back bow of my spine the way I trusted ones who come undone at the throat

Screaming for their pulses to find the fight to pound

Four nights before Tyler Clementi jumped from the George Washington bridge I was sitting in a hotel room in my own town

Calculating exactly what I had to swallow to keep a bottle of sleeping pills down

What I know about living is the pain is never just ours

Every time I hurt I know the wound is an echo

So I keep a listening to the moment the grief becomes a window

When I can see what I couldn’t see before,

through the glass of my most battered dream, I watched a dandelion lose its mind in the wind

and when it did, it scattered a thousand seeds.

So the next time I tell you how easily I come out of my skin, don’t try to put me back in

just say here we are together at the window aching for it to all get better

but knowing as bad as it hurts our hearts may have only just skinned their knees knowing there is a chance the worst day might still be coming

let me say right now for the record, I’m still gonna be here

asking this world to dance, even if it keeps stepping on my holy feet

you- you stay here with me, okay?

You stay here with me.

Raising your bite against the bitter dark

Your bright longing

Your brilliant fists of loss

Friend

if the only thing we have to gain in staying is each other,

my god that’s plenty

my god that’s enough

my god that is so so much for the light to give

each of us at each other’s backs whispering over and over and over

“Live”

“Live”

“Live”

[kaznar342]

and ooh,

they should've seen you,

should've known you,

should've known what it was like to be you...

...

she said

it was in the singing and the strumming,

oh man i even saw it coming...

(ripchord by rilo kiley)

[slammerrocks]

Friday, March 29th 9pm-midnight RipChord at Bak Bar at Tempo 474 Moody St. Waltham #GREATTUNES #JOINUS #ALLGOOD #MMM #ROCKINLIKEDOKKEN #EPIC #THISISHOWEDOIT #HUGE #BOOM #LFG #WAHHOO #YOUKNOWIT #WHATITIS

[thoriumcoredaluminosilicate]

Well Christian Baby your God gave you free will didn't he? *Pulls ripchord* Peeeace ouuuut baaaaby!

[xyenzfyxion]

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[spiderziege]

♾️? : )

your song is Ripchord

[think-i-lost-my-halo]

"An open invitation sounds good." He would still be anxious about it. He would still most likely end up standing outside Nazir's door for 45 minutes trying to decide whether of not to knock. At Nazir's comment of him being loud Baron looked away muttering in Russian about how it wasn't his fault. It drove him crazy. All the lectures about not drawing attention to himself seemed to do him little good here. The PTSD pulled at his trauma like a ripchord triggering nightmares and flashbacks that he couldn't control. He couldn't help it and he was looking for a house so he didn't have to share walls or floors with anyone. Maybe he'd move back to Florida and keep an eye on his parents. Find a nice cheap place down there somewhere. Baron finally raised his gaze to Nazir and nodded. "Sounds like a plan. Thanks for the coffee. I've got the next few days off to rest before the gala. If you like those brownies maybe I'll drop by with more. Not everyone was as forgiving as you so I still have some left."

Dark Days, Darker Nights | Cont.

@faery-revelry

"Yes, it is Sunday, it's supposed to be a day of rest but I personally saw to it that no one got that last night so yeah, it does matter." Baron argued. When he was invited in Baron's instincts seemed to switch modes. Enclosed space. Stranger has home field advantage. Skills unclear. Possibly wounded. Unknown terrain. Baron's jaw ticked again as his brain analyzed the situation. His little voice of reason was so small so very, very small but it was there. 'It's. Just. Coffee!' Baron's therapist had told him he needed to make a friend, needed to have connections, learn to trust people again. That was easier said than done but he'd give it a shot.

"Sure. That'd be great." Baron did his best to make his face look as pleasant as possible, no smile but not the deadpan expression he usually wore. "I appreciate that." He wasn't sure why anyone would want Mr. No Smiles in their apartment but he needed connections. This was all part of his rehabilitation back into civilian life.

He groaned inwardly as he sidled in. He didn't even drink coffee....

[jakyljest]

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