is bringin it this year

I’m sure after a gauntlet of not so official and probably a little more rought struggle matches, they’re gonna need them some bandaids.

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Everything Johnny Cade says in the book.

“Leave her alone, Dally.”

“You sure didn’t show it. Nobody talks to Dally like that.”


“How come y’all ain’t scared of us like you were Dally?”

“Dally’s okay. He’s tough, but he’s a cool old guy.”

“Hey, Two-Bit.”

“Aw, cut it out! Dally was bothering them and when he left they wanted us to sit with them to protect them. Against wisecracking greasers like you, probably.”


“There was a whole bunch of them. A blue Mustang full…I got so scared..”

“Your boyfriends?”

“Gee, I thought you and Darry and Soda got along real well…”

“It’s the truth. I don’t care.”

“It’s because we’re greasers. We could have hurt her reputation.”

“Man, that was a tuff car. Mustangs are tuff.”

“I can’t take much more. I’ll kill myself or something.”

“Well, I won’t. But I gotta do something. It seems like there’s gotta be someplace without greasers or Socs, with just people. Plain, ordinary people.”

“Ponyboy. Hey, Pony, wake up.”

“I don’t know. I went to sleep, too, listening to you rattle on and on. You’d better get home I think I’ll stay all night out here.


“Easy, Ponyboy. We’ll be okay.”

“Well, don’t be. You’re scarin’ me. What happened? I never seen you bawl like that.”

“I think I like it better when the old man’s hittin’ me. At least then I know he knows who I am. I walk in that house, and nobody says anything. I walk out, and nobody says anything. I stay away all night, and nobody notices. At least you got Soda. I ain’t got nobody.”

“It ain’t the same as having your own folks care about you. It just ain’t the same.”

“Okay. Okay.”

“Ain’t you about to freeze to death, Pony?”

“I don’t know. But I bet they’re looking for us. We picked up their girls.”

“It’s too late now. Here they come.”

“You’re outa your territory. You’d better watch it.”

“I killed him. I killed that boy.”

“Go ahead. I won’t look at you.”

“Yeah. I had to. They were drowning you, Pony. They might have killed you. And they had a blade…they were gonna be me up…”

“Yeah. Like they did before.”

“They ran when I stabbed him. They all ran.”

“Calm down, Ponyboy. Get ahold of yourself.”

“We gotta get outa here. Get somewhere. Run away. The police’ll be here soon. We’ll need money. And maybe a gun. And a plan.”

“Dally. Dally’ll get us outa here.”

“I think at Buck Merril’s place. There’s a party over there tonight. Dally said somethin’ about it this afternoon.”

“Dally! We gotta see Dally.”

“We figured you could get us out if anyone could. I’m sorry we got you away from the party.”

“Wish I had me a weed.”

“Sure, Dally, thanks.”


“The first stop’ll be Windrixville. I don’t see why he gave me this. I couldn’t shoot anybody.”

“Blast it, Ponyboy. You must have put my legs to sleep. I can’t even stand up. I barely got off that train.”

“That’s okay. I didn’t want to wake you up until I had to.”

“Go ask someone. The story won’t be in the paper yet. Make like a farm boy taking a walk or something.”

“I’ll have to stay here. You go down the road and ask the first person you see where Jay Mountain is. Then come back. And for Pete’s sake, run a comb through your hair and quit slouching down like a thug.”

“You know, you look an awful lot like Sodapop, the way you’ve got your hair and everything. I mean, except your eyes are green.”

“Shoot, you are too.”

“I swear, Ponyboy, you’re gettin’ to act more like Two-Bit every day.”

“Come on inside. Dally told us to stay inside.”

“A week’s supply of baloney, two loaves of bread, a box of matches…”

“I remembered you sayin’ something about it once. And me and you went to see that movie, ‘member? I thought you could maybe read it out loud and help kill time or something.”

“We’re gonna cut our hair, and you’re gonna bleach yours. They’ll have our descriptions in the paper. We can’t fit ‘em.”

“We’d have to anyway if we got caught. You know the first thing a judge does is make you get a haircut.”

“I don’t know either—it’s just a way of trying to break us. They can’t really do anything to guys like Curly Shepard or Tim; they’ve had about everything done to them. And they can’t take anything away from them because they don’t have anything in the first place. So they cut their hair.”

“Oh, come on, Ponyboy. It’ll grow back.”

“No. We gotta bleach it first.”

“Cut the front and thin out the rest. I’ll comb it back after I wash it.”

“Go ahead and cut it.”

“I guess—I guess we’re disguised.”

“Oh, shoot. It’s just hair.”

“Well, we got to get used to it. We’re in big trouble and it’s our looks or us.”

“I’m sorry I cut off your hair, Ponyboy.”

“I know. Things have been happening so fast…”

“Two-Bit shoulda been in that little one-horse store. Man, we’re in the middle of nowhere; the nearest house is two miles away. Things were layin’ out wide open, just waitin’ for somebody slick like Two-Bit to come and pick ‘em up. He coulda walked out with half the store. Good ol’ Two-Bit.”

“Stop it! Shut up about last night! I killed a kid last night. He couldn’t of been over seventeen or eighteen, and I killed him. How’d you like to live with that?”

“I didn’t mean to, but they was drownin’ you, and I was so scared…There sure is a lot of blood in people.”

“This is my fault for bringin’ a thirteen-year-old kid along. You ought to go home. You can’t get into any trouble. You didn’t kill him.”

“I didn’t mean it like that, Ponyboy. Don’t cry, Pony, we’ll be okay. Don’t cry…”


“Nope. We’re all cried out now. We’re gettin’ used to the idea. We’re gonna be okay now.”

“I bet they were cool ol’ guys. They remind me of Dally.”

“Yeah…in the manners bit, and the charm, too, I guess. But one night I saw Dally gettin’ picked up by the fuzz, and he kept real cool and calm the whole time. They was gettin’ him for breakin’ out the windows in the school building, and it was Two-Bit who did that. And Dally knew it. But he just took the sentence without battin’ an eye or even denyin’ it. That’s gallant.”

“Golly. That sure is pretty.”

“The mist was what was pretty. All gold and silver.”

“Too bad it couldn’t stay like that all the time.”


“Where’d you learn that? That was what I meant.”

“You know, I never noticed colors and clouds and stuff until you kept reminding me about them. It seems like they were never there before. Your family sure is funny.”

“I didn’t mean nothing. I meant, well, Soda kinda looks like your mother did, but he acts just exactly like your father. And Darry is the spittin’ image of your father, but he ain’t wild and laughing all the time like he was. He acts like your mother. And you don’t act like either one.”

“Yeah. I guess we’re different.”

“You’re starved?”

“Yeah. Whatever gave you the idea we ain’t?”

“You sure can cuss good, Dally.”

“You’d better believe it.”

“Gee, it sure will be good to get into a car again.”

“A spy? Who?”

“Cherry? The Soc?”


“We’re goin’ back and turn ourselves in.”

“I said we’re goin’ back and turn ourselves in.”

“I got a good chance of bein’ let off easy. I ain’t got no record with the fuzz and it was self-defense. Ponyboy and Cherry can testify to that. And I don’t aim to stay in that church all my life.”

“We won’t tell that you helped us, Dally, and we’ll give you back the gun and what’s left of the money and say we hitchhiked back so you won’t get into trouble. Okay?”

“I’m sure. It ain’t fair for Ponyboy to have to stay up in that church with Darry and Soda worryin’ about him all the time. I don’t guess…I don’t guess my parents are worried about me or anything?”

“My parents, did they ask about me?”

“I was scared. I still am. I guess we ruined our hair for nothing, Ponyboy.”

“Would you rather have me living in hide-outs for the rest of my life, always on the run?”

“Hey, Ponyboy.”

“The window stopped him.”

‘Naw…Too fat.”

“Where’s the kids?”

“Shut up! We’re goin’ to get you out!”

“Get out!”

“Hey, y’all.”

“Don’t…don’t let me put enough grease on my hair. “

“He came by.”

“Came to see Dally.”

“Tuff enough.”

“The book—can you get another one?”

“Yeah, it just hurts sometimes. It usually don’t…I can’t feel anything below the middle of my back…”

“I’m pretty bad off, ain’t I, Pony?”

“I won’t be able to walk again. Not even on crutches. Busted my back.”

“You want to know something, Ponyboy? I’m scared stiff. I used to talk about killing myself…I don’t want to die now. It ain’t long enough. Sixteen years ain’t long enough. I wouldn’t mind it so much if there wasn’t so much I ain’t done yet and so many things I ain’t seen. It’s not fair. You know what? That time we were in Windrixville was the only time I’ve been away from our neighborhood.”

“I don’t want to see her.”

“I said I don’t want to see her. She’s probably come to tell me about all the trouble I’m causing her and about how glad her and the old man’ll be when I’m dead. Well, tell her to leave me alone. For once—for once just to leave me alone.”


“Useless…fighting’s no good…”


Stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay gold.”

Ponyboy x Johnny

So this is something I wrote sometime ago basically as a deleted scene I think it’s obvious Ponyboy and Johnny where meant to be together, I mean the church scene they were basically acting like a married couple in my opinion. Anyways I thought I might share it.

‘This is my fault,’ Johnny said in a miserable voice. He had stopped crying when I started. ‘For bringin a little thirteen-year-old kid along. You ought to go home. You can’t get into any trouble. You didn’t kill him.’
‘No!’I screamed at him. ‘I’m fourteen! I’ve been fourteen for a month! And I’m in it as much as you are. I’ll stop crying in a minute… I can’t help it.’
He slumped down beside me. ‘I didn’t mean it like that, Ponyboy. Don’t cry, Pony, we’ll be okay. Don’t cry’
I leaned against him and he hugged me tight I then looked up at him and notice his scar, curious to how it feels I gently stroke his cheek his scar feels slightly bumpy,next thing I know I’m moving to his mouth I stroke his lips then with out thinking I kissed him.
‘Oh my god I don’t know what came over me, I’m sorry’ I said embarrassed.
Johnny smiled and blushed.
‘That’s the first time someone’s ever kissed me like that’, johnny said still smiling.

‘Aren’t you mad?’ I asked

'Hell no pony I’ve wanted you to kiss me like that for ages, can you kiss me again?’ Johnny asked shyly.

The Shack is Back!

Greetiiiiiiiiiings, everyone!  And yes, as I’ve informed Grunkle Ford very recently, kids in this dimension do say greetings, so I can say it as much as I want! Greetings, greetings, greetings!

After our super long hiatus, we are finally back!  And to make up for lost time, we’ve planned so much awesome stuff for all of you.  Stuff that’s so awesome, I can’t present it all by myself!  Take it away, my trusted amigos!

Oh, heh, I guess I’m the first of Mabel’s “trusted amigos” or whatever…

But yeah! Uh, first things first, I’m happy to let you know that we’ll be answering a new question for you guys every day this week!  Hopefully from then on out we can get back to a regular schedule, but at least that should make up for our recent radio silence!

So yeah, like, stick around for lots of cool stuff all through Saturday! 

Oh, and, uh, as they say on that Owl Trowel infomercial that keeps coming on our TV for some reason: “Wait, that’s not all!”

Geez, okay, that was cheesy.

Eh, alright, guess it’s my turn…after that stunnin’ infomercial performance from ol’ Dipster back there. Nice work.

But, meh, the kid’s right, that isn’t all.  We’re just gettin’ started!

So y’know how it’s been nearly a year since those kiddos finished up their summer and headed back home, huh?  Well, t’celebrate the anniversary of that amazin’ last day–and kickin’ some triangle butt–we’re puttin’ a super exclusive item back on the market!

For those of you who didn’t get a chance t’grab a piece of “Gravity Falling” merchandise last year, we’re bringin’ it back for a super limited time, only available ‘til February 15th!  After that it’s gone for good, and I mean it!

So grab yourself a shirt, phone case, notebook, you name it, folks!  Your money is my happiness!

I mean, happiness.  Your happiness is my happiness. Or somethin’ like that.

Oh, hey dudes!  Last amigo on the case: It’s me, Soos!

Oh, yeah, my announcement.  Well, y’see dawgs, mine is super under wraps and all that mysterious stuff, but I still can give you, like, the vague details.

Three words:  Art, contest, and keep-in-mind-your-favorite-post-from-TheMysteryShack-cause-that’s-gonna-come-in-handy-in-the-future-dude!

But yeah!  While those three mystery words aren’t gonna make much sense t’you for a good while, just keep ‘em in mind!  Or like, on a sticky note or somethin’.

Dude, have y’seen those neon sticky notes that glow so bright it’s like your eyes’re on fire?  Man, I love those things, dude!

And last of all, thanks to everybody who stuck around and waited so patiently for us to come back!  We know waiting can be like a trudge in the lame-sludge, so it means so much that you all are still with us and excited for more askblog adventures!  Plus, now I finally have some people to share this glitter pizza with!

Hehe, it’s good to be back!

–The Mystery Shack Crew–

Bringin’ in the NEW YEAR

SPN 10.11: LUCIFER MAKES SAM AN OFFER — Now that he has Sam (some Moose) in the cage with him, Lucifer (Luci!!!) blah blah blah-dy blah. Dean (dreamy!!) and Castiel (who?) look into the angel smiting that could have killed Amara 

Dean: *dialy-dial*

Dean: CAS!

Cas: Hello, Dean!

Dean: Cas, dude, I just heard you’re in EPISODE ELEVEN of SOOPER-NATCHERAL.  Where ya been????  We went to HELL, an’ met LUCY, and fought the DARKNESS, an EVERYTHING!

Cas: I’m here on the COUCH, Dean.

Dean: Wut?

Dean: ….

Dean: ….

Dean: Well, this is AWKWARD.

Cas: Yep.


Cas: All rightie.

Fu Lu Shou -- The Gods of Good Fortune, Prosperity, and Longevity

K, since Chinese New Year is comin’ up, Imma talk about these three dudes.

Yup, these three. And they are fu (good fortune), lu (prosperity), and shou (longevity) respectively. Of course, they all have their origin stories and shiz, but were all grouped together in the Ming dynasty ‘cause they represented the three attributes of a good life, y'all. If you have Chinese friend, you’ll see these three statues in their house (I have like, two sets of these guys, okay?). Also, you’ll see them a lot during Chinese New Year.

Annyway, before we talk 'bout them, Imma introduce you to them one by one.

1. Fu (福) 

So this guy, the first guy, was born as Yang Cheng, and was a Western Han dynasty governor of Daozhou. Apparently, he risked his life and wrote a memorial to the emperor so that he wouldn’t present dwarves as tribute (wow this is asshole-y.). After he died, peeps built a temple to remember him, and later, they imbued him with all this meaning and gave him the title of the god of good fortune.

And yes, he can be seen with a kid or be surrounded by children.

#2 Lu (禄)

This dude was believed to be Zhang Xian, and he lived durin’ the Shu dynasty. The word lu totes means prosperity, rank and influence, which is very important to Chinese peeps. This dude looks like a Chinese official – or a Mandarin – 'cause he was also the guy who helped peeps pass exams (yes kinda like Wen Chang) and get promoted in government service.

#3 Shou (壽)

This is obviously the oldest dude, and it’s pretty clear that he represents longevity. His momma carried him in her womb for almost 10 years, and when he was born, hr was already old. Errybody knows who he is, and he is easily the most recognisable dude wit’ his staff, huge forehead and peach. The fruit symbolises immortality. Sometimes, this dude carries the elixir of life.

Next: A story 'bout Fu, or rather, Yang Cheng bringin’ happiness to Daozhou.

Memories - Chapter 2

WOW. So I majorly failed on posting this. Things got kind of crazy and then I left town for New Years! But I finally finished! So here it is! Chapter 2 :)


It wasn’t supposed to go like this.’ Grace thought as she mindlessly moved around her apartment like a zombie. She didn’t even know what she was trying to do anymore. ‘Packing. I need to pack some clothes.’ She thought, moving toward the bedroom. As she passed the kitchen on the way to the room, she stopped, remembering all the times she and Hannah used to cook together, coming up with random, crazy new recipes or trying to cook drunk. A tear rolled down her cheek and she reached up to wipe it away, moving on to the room. She spent about 5 minutes shoving clothes into a duffle bag before breaking down again. She leaned against the wall and slid to the floor, choking on air, chest heaving from the strength of her sobs. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her cell phone, scrolling to the first contact she could find in her emotional state, and clicking dial. “Mom.” Grace sobbed.

“Gracie, honey, it’s 4 am here…what are you doing up?” Her mom answered, worry etched in her voice.

“Mom…it’s Hannah.”

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