When DannyandTucker were kids Tucker’s obsession with technology started with his dad’s old camcorder and they would spend entire weekends over each other’s houses making stupid films where they would go on jungle adventures (in the park) and space ship adventures (in a cardboard box) and have wresting championships (aka Dash found them being dorks in the park and beat the shit outta Danny)
Tucker badly edited the film (what Tucker insisted was ‘editing’ was really just him 'strategically’ pausing his filming at certain moments) to save his friend’s pride and make it look like Danny hadn’t gotten too badly beaten, it convinced neither Foleys nor Fentons and stern phonecalls to the Baxter house were made
This is just a little idea that’s been nagging at me, about how Emma would react to finding out about a certain one of Killian’s adventures. I’m going to rate this one T. 1040 words.
Emma hefted the cardboard box onto her kitchen table and
started with the business of unpacking the items they had gathered from Regina’s
vault. She plucked out the sealed jars
of dried stuff , the long thin bottles of potions that she probably shouldn’t
spill, and the storybook.
Wait, make that two
storybooks. Odd, she didn’t recall packing up more than one. These days the
things seemed to pop up everywhere, no doubt due to Henry’s Author status. She ran her finger over the embossed letters
before flipping open the front cover.
The first page let her know this was the Enchanted Forest
based on the clothes and the horses and wagons drawn there. The next page
showed her parent standing together, watching as someone rode off on a horse,
and that someone looked suspiciously like Killian in his long leather
coat. She didn’t realize that he knew
how to ride, but of course he did. He’d been in that forest for …
centuries? Excitement started in her
toes and jolted up her body as she realized she was holding a book about him.
She scooped it up and hurried over to the couch, where she could better settle
in and devour this story.
He was on a search for his ship. So this was that missing
year, when she was in New York with Henry, and dating Walsh. Walsh? What had she been thinking? The
thought of the man left her with no feelings at all, and had she actually
considered marrying him? Stupid, stupid Emma.
I wonder if it ever snows on Glass Shard Beach in the winter? Is that even possible to snow where it’s near the ocean? Anyway, Stan and Ford make their own imaginary sandy snowy adventure with their sled made of an old large and sturdy cardboard box with a pair of old skis mended with metal and duct tape..lots of duct tape. It’s not going as fast as they thought it would, but that’s not stopping them.
today in work adventures someone brought a cardboard box decorated with a swastika to the movie theater and asked if he could leave it with the staff and then pick it back up after the movie like it was regular luggage and not a box with a swastika on it
In this Arwel’s pic you could see how this ear is important. Also it seems to me that its shape is weird, it seems like it had been put there like photoshop or something like that. For that reason I remembered The Adventure of the Cardboard Box where Miss Susan Cushing of Croydon receives a parcel in the post that contains two severed human ears packed in coarse salt.
Look at this dignified, inhuman consulting detective.
I found Sherlock Holmes alone, however, half asleep, with his long, thin form curled up in the recesses of his armchair.
– A Case of Identity
He curled himself up in his chair, with his thin knees drawn up to his hawk-like nose, and there he sat with his eyes closed and his black clay pipe thrusting out like the bill of some strange bird. I had come to the conclusion that he had dropped asleep…
– The Redheaded League
He took off his coat and waistcoat, put on a large blue dressing-gown, and then wandered about the room collecting pillows from his bed, and cushions from the sofa and armchairs. With these he constructed a sort of Eastern divan, upon which he perched himself cross-legged, with an ounce of shag tobacco and a box of matches laid out in front of him.
– The Man with the Twisted Lip
He was lounging upon the sofa in a purple dressing-gown, a pipe-rack within his reach upon the right, and a pile of crumpled morning papers, evidently newly studied, near at hand.
– The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle
Our blinds were half-drawn, and Holmes lay curled upon the sofa, reading and re-reading a letter which he had received by the morning post.
– The Adventure of the Cardboard Box
He snuggled down in his armchair. “Now, Watson, let us have the facts.“
I made these saint Valentine’s day presents for my scion society, the Parallel Case of Saint Louis.
In honor of the “Adventure of the Cardboard Box” mystery, I made homemade chocolates.
Milk chocolate for the tanned sailor’s ear and white chocolate for the lady’s ear.
Two homemade fridge magnets from the Paget illustrations of that story
And finally, salts for packing and completeness sake.
Note the masculine, boxy handwriting that is clearly from an uneducated mind and the y in croydon that was formerly an I, indicating that the writer was not familiar with that location