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the adventure of the engineer's thumb by sir arthur conan doyle
#incredibly low effort meme but it makes me giggle#acd holmes#sherlock holmes#the adventure of the engineer's thumb
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The Adventure of the Beryl Coronet: Holmes is contacted by a banker who has been entrusted with a beryl coronet as collateral for a loan. The banker found his son trying to bend the broken coronet. Holmes deduces that the coronet was actually broken by the banker's niece and the son's friend who sold the beryls. The son let his father think he had broken the coronet to cover for his cousin (the banker's niece).
The Adventure of the Engineer's Thumb: Watson brings an engineer to Holmes. The engineer was offered a handsome payment for fixing a hydraulic press in the country. While fixing it, he realized that it was not being used for its stated purpose, at which point his employer attempted to kill him with the hydraulic press, then, having failed that, cut off his thumb with a cleaver. Holmes deduces that the employer was a forger using the press to mint half-crowns.
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Watson on Holmes, taken out of context: the years of our INTIMACY
Yes, it is out of context
(From The Adventure of the Engineer's Thumb, March 1892 issue of The Strand)
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When it was concluded he settled out new acquaintance upon the sofa, placed a pillow beneath his head, and laid a glass of brandy and water within his reach.
"The Illustrated Sherlock Holmes Treasury" - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
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Early that morning a peasant had met a cart containing several people and some very bulky boxes driving rapidly in the direction of Reading, but there all traces of the fugitives disappeared, and even Holmes' ingenuity failed ever to discover the least clue as to their whereabouts.
"The Illustrated Sherlock Holmes Treasury" - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
#book quote#the adventures of sherlock holmes#sir arthur conan doyle#the adventure of the engineer's thumb#early morning#peasant#cart#boxes#transport#reading#fugutives#sherlock holmes#ingenuity#no clue#no idea#disappeared
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This week on Content Abnormal we present Basil Rathbone & Nigel Bruce as Sherlock Holmes & Doctor John H. Watson respectively, in The New Adventures Of Sherlock Holmes investigation of "The Mystery Of The Vanishing White Elephant"!
#basil rathbone#nigel bruce#sherlock holmes#dr. watson#watson#dr. john h. watson#sir arthur conan doyle#the engineer's thumb#the new adventures of sherlock holmes#radio#series#classic#otr#horror host#sherlock holmes faces death#1943#the dracula saga#narciso ibanez menta#count dracula#1972#1973#we belong dead magazine#darrell buxton#hazel park mi#hazel park michigan#hazel park library#midnight movies
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‘“I am sorry to knock you up so early, Doctor,” said he, “but I had a very serious accident during the night.”’
Mr Victor Hatherley to Dr.John Watson, The Adventure of the Engineers Thumb
It happened again
“Very sorry to knock you up, Watson,” said he, “but it’s the common lot this morning. Mrs Hudson has been knocked up, she retorted upon me, and I on you.”
Sherlock Holmes to Dr. John Watson, The Adventure of the Speckled Band
Putting this beside ACD’s love of the word ‘ejaculated’ for my favourite unfortunately aged words/phrases
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𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐁𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩
BOYFRIEND!MINGI / NEEDY!FEM READER
⤏ Synopsis: After all those whines your boyfriend mingi agreed and went with you to the convenience store despite the late hour just to buy your fav popcorn and didn't expect the heavy rain ; after getting soaked —you ended up having a steamy sex in his car—
⤏ Warning(s): nsfw, car sex, size kink, swearing, unprotected sex (stay safe), creampie, hair pulling, degradation mixed with praises, a slight of daddy kink.
⤏A/N: I can't stop thinking about how big mingi is I mean look at him there's no way he doesn’t have a thing for being bigger like bfr, the urge to write this oh god.
Rain was pouring down on top of you without mercy, drenching the both of you.
Your boyfriend’s grip on your hand tightened, your intertwined fingers clinging onto each other as he pulled you forward.
Neither of you was wearing a rain coat, you hadn’t brought an umbrella, you hadn’t been prepared.
Taking your final sprint the two of you reached the black car and you stared Mingi down as he searched for the second set of keys inside of his pocket.
Unlocked the doors and finally allowed you to shove into the dry passenger seat. You wheezed when the rain stopped ruffling on your shoulders as your boyfriend rushed to the seat next to you and closed the door in a hurry, shutting out the wind.
For a second the two of you remained silent as you shivered against each other, trying to cling onto any spark of warmth you could find.
“Look at us.” Mingi muttered after a while, looking down on the both of you and noting that you both looked like drowned cats.
Your hair was dripping, sticking against your face in strings, a drop of water was rolling down your nose. Worry came over him when he felt you shaking beside him, afraid that you would get sick. So he start the engine to turn up the heating.
His breath hit on top of your cheeks as his eyes scanned your face, taking in the redness of your nose and the drips stuck in your lashes.
“I can turn you into a hot mess.” He muttered lowly and you didn’t need him prove that to you in order to know that he was right.
"prove it.” you said with a clear lust in your eyes, especially when your gaze dropped to his wet shirt that is sticking to his toned chest and abs.
"Wait until we get home, you will pay for this" He said confidently and then started driving slowly due to the heavy rain but you were stubborn and couldn't handle one more minute.
"Please daddy I need you now" you whine softly acting like the brat you are when you don't get what you wanted.
“Fuck” he breathed sorely, almost too low for you to hear it.
You watched as Mingi’s fingers were digging further into the steering wheel, rubbing it strongly.
“I wish your hands were doing that to me right now” you whispered in his ear, biting his earlobe tenderly.
“Such a needy slut” Mingi whispered under his breath and made a turn to the left.
He pulled the car into the side of a random road, turning off the engine. You leaned back into your seat, as he turned his head to look at you.
His eyes were dark and craving, you always loved seeing. His thumb softly ran across your lips, as his gaze fell on you.
“i spoiled you so much didn't i?” he breathed, your heart hammer against your chest at his words.
Mingi’s eyes were burning on you; you figured he was mentally undressing you, right in this very moment.
You grabbed for his thumb and sucked on it roughly. It made Mingi close his eyes in pleasure, as he licked his own lips. Mingi leaned closer to you.
"Tell me, what do you want?." he said raising his eyebrow.
"Fuck me please." you whispered, breathing a little faster.
“In the backseat of my car?” he teased, letting his hands run down your body.
You pressed your hands further down the sticky leather seat, feelings mingi’s hands go on adventure down your body.
“Mingi, please” you begged him more. He smirked at you, biting his lips harshly.
He knew it. He knew what he was doing to you and he loved every second of it. Slowly his hands ran over your thigh, making every fibre in your body ache, before undoing your seatbelt.
“Get in the back”
“Really?” you asked, biting your lip.
He watched as your eyes grew bigger, which made him nod slowly at you.
Only a few seconds after, you crawled to the backseat, Your boyfriend followed straight behind.
He pressed your back against the leather seat, before planting a wet kiss on your lips. Greedily, you spread his lips and let your tongue enter his craving mouth. With each hand on the side of your head, he pushed himself further into the kiss.
You grabbed around Mingi’s back, digging your nails into his shirt, but surely he felt the touches you left behind anyways.
His hands ran down your body, embracing places that made you twist by his tender touches. Your back was sticking to the leather, as your body became warmer and steamier.
the windows in the car hazy, It's dark inside and outside the car, but not so much that you can't see each others, breathing mixed with the sound of falling rain and a lot of longing, need, desire...
“Be good for me, little girl” Mingi whispered into your lips, as his tongue continued down your neck, leaving a wet trail behind. His words made a warm feeling spread through your veins.
“promise I'll be good!” you breathed desperately.
Mingi’s eyes met yours and a smug painted itself on his lips.
His hands ran down your body, reaching your legs and gently, he unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them off you. Slowly, he spread your legs with his strong hands. Your body trembling under him.
He let a finger or two rub against your clit, which made you swirl your back in deep pleasure, pushing your hands so far down the seat, trying to control your movement.
Mingi’s fingers playing teasingly with you, made you wish he’d just pull of your fucking panties already.
“You’re so wet already, my little whore hmm? So small and perfect for me”.
“Mhm, Please” you begged frantically.
You couldn’t even open your eyes to look at him, it simply just felt too good, but you could imagine that smug written all over his face and shortly after, you heard a slight laugh escape Mingi’s lips.
Slowly, almost mocking you, his long fingers grabbed around the hem of the black panties and pulled them down to your ankles.
He wants to fuck you harder than he had ever before and that’s what exactly happend.
You swayed your back, hungrily meeting his thrust, screaming out his name loudly. A wide smirk grew on his whimpering lips, when he heard your sore voice.
“That’s right, slut. Say my name, let me hear those pretty noises.” he moaned against your bare neck.
Mingi’s body was burning, his black t-shirt thrown on the seat next to you and your hands grabbing on his shoulders.
His fingers intervened your damp hair, tugging it roughly. It hurt, but the way it hurt, made you worship the pain.
Your touches on Mingi’s bare skin forced him to close his eyes, before another growl leaked out of his mouth.
Mingi’s hips smashed against yours, allowing every inch of his thickness to fill you out.
“hmm, i feel it. Dont you dare look away, i will stop if you look away” he breathed sorely feeling your folds squeezing his his cock and you have no choice but to look up at him.
"C-cumming!" You moaned as u were close to exploding, but by the pleasure consuming Mingi, so was he.
"Cum with me, doll" He rasped as he pulled out, getting ready to smash himself into you again, you pushed your lower body up, meeting his move. It allowed the both of you to burst in a steamy moment of bliss.
Every twitch of your small body under him make him proud of what he did to you.
"Yeah, keep shaking keep fucking shaking."
#ateez smut#ateez fanfic#ateez x reader#mingi x reader#mingi smut#song mingi smut#mingi have a size kink and its real than the word real#daddy is not enough for him i need a new word at this point#i can imagine his sharp eyes on my soul god
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In For Five: Tyler Owens x Reader
Tagging: @kmc1989 @hunterthecharmer @heylookwhoitis @shakespeareanwannabe
Companion piece to:
The Mechanic - Tyler faces a problem when Boone brings his mechanic ex girlfriend back into the fold.
Rigs -Tyler reflects on history with you
Ford Mustang - Tyler extends an olive branch.
Engine Parts - Tyler and you try to clear the air.
Your first job with the Wranglers is to get Tyler’s truck back to your garage in Lawton. When you step out of your tow truck and lay eyes on it, you know it’s going to be a bigger job than you initially reckoned because the poor thing is barely holding itself together in the aftermath of it’s adventures in a tornado.
“You can fix it right?” Tyler asks as you stand before the vehicle with your arms crossed over your chest.
“It looks like it needs an exorcism.” You tell him with a sigh before attaching the chain to the truck. “Let’s hope it holds together long enough for me to get it home.”
Arnett is almost three hours away from Lawton and Tyler decides to ride shotgun, leaving the other Wranglers with the RV as they help locals rebuild the community where tornado hit.
“It’s where the money from all the merch goes.” He tells you as you hurtle down the 60, your eyes on the road, Luke Combs on the radio. “We try to help out as best we can.”
He was the same back then too, you recall, throwing himself into the thick of it, pitching in any way he could.
It’s an hour into the trip that you realise he’s fallen asleep, the lyrics to Fast Car are still playing but Tyler’s voice isn’t accompanying them. You look over to see him tucked up against the door of your tow truck, head resting on the window, arms crossed over his chest. He looks so boyish in that moment, so care free and you remember what Boone had said when he’d taken you aside after Tyler had climbed inside your truck.
“He hasn’t been sleeping since the big one.” He confides in you. “He says he’s fine but what happened in that movie theatre scared the shit out of all of us especially when we almost lost Lily.”
Tyler hasn’t talked much about the tornado other than a brief outline of Kate’s work, it isn’t until that moment you realise just how close it had been for all of them. It explains the smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes these days.
It’s when you pull into the garage that you try to wake him. You try saying his name but he doesn’t stir so instead you reach across to touch him, your hand lightly squeezing his shoulder. He jerks awake, his body tensing, his eyes wide and fearful and you know that he was back there again, trapped in that movie theatre along with everyone else, waiting to die.
“Hey, it’s alright.” You say softly, your hand coming to cup the side of his face, your thumb tracing over the dusting of stubble across his cheek. “It’s just me.”
His hand clasps your palm to his face, his heart thudding in his chest as he closes his eyes and his breathing stuttered.
“In for five.” You whisper and he draws in a deep breath. “Hold for five and then out for five.”
It’s a throwback to three years ago, when you used to wake up with your pulse racing in the middle of the night. He’d be right there with you, his forehead resting on yours as he soothed away your tears.
“Do it with me.” He’d say as he looked into your eyes, drowning out everything else but the sensation of his chest pressing moving in time with yours. “In for five.”
His breathing starts to even out, his shoulders relaxing. His lips brush over the underside of your wrist, his heated breath ghosting over your skin as his eyes meet yours. It takes you back to the last time the two of you were together in a motel room in Kansas, him undressing you by the light of the street lamp outside, his lips chasing over every inch of you before he took you apart.
“We’re home.” You whisper and Tyler sighs because home is where ever you are, it’s just taken him this long to realise it.
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was struck suddenly by this thought
okay biker!simon but he's got his shit together and he's hubby and you have a kid (2yo?) with him
in India, bikes are the primary mode of transport everyone has one and lots of the kids love love going on rides. my 2nd cousin (?) (relations are diff there) he's 2 years old and he's the cutest thing in the world and he will not sleep at night until his dad takes him out for a spin on the bike. he comes back all smiley and sleepy it's so fucking cute omfg
IMAGINE THAT WITH SIMON
( bikes aren't seen as dangerous in India bc literally every household has one and people will carry their babies on the bike. ik it's different elsewhere but I just cannot stop thinking ab simon going for a spin with his baby :((( )
love you, drink water sunny 👊
ur cousin not sleeping till he gets a ride is so cute omg :((( such a cutie pie 🥺
but no absolutely!! i feel like biker!simon would spoil his kids sm that they get demanding when he doesn’t get to take them out on a ride
thinking about your little two year old girl waiting patiently in the living room while her dad washes up (simon closed the shop today), with her little helmet already strapped in. the tv is on for reruns of cartoons but she’s distracted, squirming at every drop of sound, thinking it’s simon finally out of the shower.
you chuckle as you rub her back, trying to make her calm down, but you guess her exhaustion and excitement are finally mixing, making one whiny baby. you pitch forward to press a kiss on her little fist.
that, at least, makes her look at you.
“excited, little pea?” you ask, brushing your thumb on the apple of her cheek.
“mhmm!” she says before turning back to her cartoons.
what a blessing she is.
simon pops out of the corner just then, crooning, “ready to go, peanut?”
your daughter squeals, scrambling to get off the couch to run towards simon. simon laughs, crouching down and opening his arms to embrace her, but she’s barrelling into him too fast, unable to stop, and it knocks her helmet against his chin.
“jesus–”
“daddy, go!” is all what your daughter says, so impatient and spoiled, and simon just coos again, finding no fault in her little demands.
“of course, of course.” he stands up. “let’s say bye to mommy?”
you stand then too, moving close to them carefully. your beloved angel turns at hearing simon’s words, her pudgy cheeks now rounder with her smile. “buh-bye!”
“bye bye, darlin’,” you reply, kissing her little fist again. “have fun with daddy, yeah? tell him to ride carefully because he’s got my whole world with him.” this you say to simon, playful and teasing.
simon scrunches his nose in reply—fatherhood looks so beautiful in him.
“don’t worry, love. y’know i’ll do everything to keep her safe,” he murmurs, pressing close to breathe you in. “we’ll be home in twenty. see you then.”
you kiss his jaw. “see you then, baby.”
your little angel waves her goodbyes again before they disappear to the garage, simon’s quiet murmurs filling up the space while your daughter hums in replies, still not yet ready for much words.
simon hefts himself up and places her in front of him, making sure that her helmet is secured and her jacket’s all zipped up. it is a quiet routine, one that simon completes with ferocious intensity. he’s never once skipped out on this, never once had been lazy with it, and it makes your heart warm.
he looks up after his final check, turning to you with one last wave, before he’s snapping his visor down and revving the engine. then they’re off.
later, simon will come back with a slumbering princess in his arms. you two make a quiet work on removing her helmet and her shoes, before simon takes her to sleep. then, he’ll slide in beside you, pull you in for cuddles, before recounting their little adventure to you.
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IM SORRY THIS BECAME A RAMBLE AND ITS NOT EVEN ABOUT THE BIKE RIDE BUT ITS JUST :((( dad simon is so so precious
love you too vi and yes im gulping down rn as i type!!
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The Adventure of the Three Garridebs: Holmes is contacted by a man named Nathan Garrideb who wishes for Holmes' help finding another Garrideb. An American Garrideb has told Nathan that an eccentric millionaire Garrideb has directed his fortune to be divided equally amongst three men with the same last name as he. Holmes deduces that the American Garrideb's story is an elaborate ruse to get Nathan out of his rooms so that he may steal the forging supplies left by the previous tenant.
The Adventure of the Engineer's Thumb: Watson brings an engineer to Holmes. The engineer was offered a handsome payment for fixing a hydraulic press in the country. While fixing it, he realized that it was not being used for its stated purpose, at which point his employer attempted to kill him with the hydraulic press, then, having failed that, cut off his thumb with a cleaver. Holmes deduces that the employer was a forger using the press to mint half-crowns.
#the adventure of the three garridebs#the three garridebs#the adventure of the engineer's thumb#the engineer's thumb#sherlock holmes#acd canon#pool 2#seed pools#polls
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The Farmer's Daughter 15
Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Characters: Walter Marshall
Summary: You notice a peculiar change in a family friend. (short!reader, sorry size kink is out)
Part of the Backwoods AU
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.
Walter sighs as he shuts the hood of the truck. He tuts and faces you, keeping his hand on the metal, his other going to his hip. He looks at you then the sky behind you. The rain has stirred the scent of mud and grass and left a glaze over everything.
“You’re lucky the thing didn’t blow up in your face,” he says. “Maybe the rain saved you.”
“Oh, I... didn’t know,” you utter nervously. “Timothy said it was fine--”
“Yeah, well, shows how much he knows,” Walter stands straight and pushes back his curls, “he’s not ready. He’s too young. I’ll make sure he learns. Be sad if he through away all your dad’s hard work, huh?”
“Y-yeah, I guess,” you swallow. His words remind you of the imbalance. You need him. That’s the reality that brought you all the way up here.
“Right, well, I’ll deal with it later. I got some chains I can use to get it up to the house but we should head into town then go see your mother. Make sure she isn’t worried sick,” he steps towards you and brings his hand up under your chin. You fight not to shy away, “what were you thinking? Putting yourself in danger like that?”
“I... I had to come see you--”
He smiles, “that’s sweet but I’d rather you wait and have you in one piece, sweetheart.”
You nod into his hand and wince as he leans in. His thumb rubs your chin as he tilts your head up and he presses his lips to yours. Your surprised by his gentleness, though his beard grazes your roughly. You let him kiss you as he swoops an arm around to wrap you up.
When he parts, your breathless and dizzy. His eyes gleam down at you, “wife,” he rasps out, “we’re almost there.”
The shift in his mood puts you off. It’s just like back in the kitchen, one moment he’s terse and short, almost disappointed, the next he’s almost delicate and content. He releases you and takes you by the hand. You follow him back up towards the house.
You wait outside as he runs in to get his keys. As he comes back out, you open the door of the truck and brace the interior. You put your foot on the small metal step to pull yourself up and gasp as you’re lifted from behind. Walter helps you into the seat and you wriggle free with a meek ‘thank you’.
He kisses your cheek before he shuts the door. You focus on buckling the belt as he rounds the front of the truck. He climbs into the driver’s side and turns the engine. He sets off, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on the corner of your seat.
You sit quietly, watching the hills roll by. This is it. This is your life. You’re going to married and a wife and you’re going to be tied to this man and these lands forever. You never really thought it out, you just expected life to unfold before you.
He pulls up to the bank and turns into the lot. He steers into one of the angled spots and kills the engine. You tap your fingers on your legs before you regain your bearings. As he opens his door, you do the same. You get out, hopping down with a small oof. You catch yourself on the door.
Walt stomps around, “hey, hey, careful. Don’t hurt yourself.”
“I’m fine,” you smile, “really, I can manage.”
“I just don’t want you twisting your ankle,” he says.
“Um, okay, all good,” you show him your foot, “really.”
He stares at you. His cheek ticks. He takes your hand and shuts the passenger door. He tugs you away towards the front of the building. As you follow the sidewalk down to the entrance, you pass a few other curious pedestrians. You don’t miss there gazes and the low whispers between them.
You go inside and find the bank empty. Walter drags you to the counter and taps the bell on it. You stand on your toes to see over the high desk and see a head pop out of a back office. The woman looks unimpressed as she goes to bang on the door next to hers, “customers.”
She quickly retreats as you wait. The next door opens and another woman emerges. She’s taller than the other one, slimmer too. She struts over as she tugs straight the collar of her blouse. Her pretty pink lipstick clings to one lip as the other is faded to its natural hue.
“Hello, folks, how can I help you today.”
“I’d like to speak with an advisor about a mortgage,” Walter says as he lets go of your hand, instead hovering his large one along your lower back.
“That’s exciting,” she chimes, “you and... I didn’t know you married?”
“Not yet,” Walter exhales, “anyway, do you got someone available? I don’t really have time to sit around.”
“Sure, sure, Pete should be able to help you out. I’ll just take you to an office.”
The woman, Marska, comes around the desk and waves you down the hall. She takes you into an office and leaves you there. You and Walter lower yourself into the stiff chairs. He reaches between to offer his hand. You take it and nervously stare at the empty desk.
There’s a tap on the doorframe and a man enters. Pete. You’ve seen him before when you came to the bank with your mother.
“Morning,” he says as he swaggers around to sit behind the desk, “lovely to see you folks bright and early.” He offers his hand across the desk and Walter reluctantly lets go of yours to shake it. Pete looks at you and you hesitantly shake his hand. The man beside you shifts and huffs. “So, we’re looking into a mortgage, huh?”
The manager smiles as he leans back nonchalantly in his chair. He looks between you and Walter, “gone and snagged yourself a young one, huh, Marshall?”
Walter growls and crosses his arms, “I have a down payment.”
“Uh, yeah, of course,” Pete rolls his chair closer to the desk, “just making some small chat. Big news, the two of you.”
“Is it?” Walter challenges.
“Marriage is a big deal, isn’t it?” Peter chuckles nervously.
“You would know,” Walter sneers as he sniffs, “you got something on your cheek.”
You only notice at the mention of it. Your eyes retreat from the window to Pete’s face, the smear of pink along his cheek. You look away, embarrassed for him. It must be true what they say about him and Marska.
“Uh, thanks,” Pete wipes his face with his sleeve, “let’s just jump in then.” He puts his hands over the keyboard and clears his throat. You can see a trickle of sweat along his hairline as Walter’s disapproval burns through the small office.
#walter marshall#dark walter marshall#dark!walter marshall#walter marshall x reader#drabble#au#backwoods#series#the farmer's daughter#night hunter
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Of all the problems which have been submitted to my friend Mr. Sherlock Holmes for solution during the years of our intimacy, there were only two which I was the means of introducing to his notice, that of Mr. Hatherley's thumb and that of Colonel Warburton's madness.
"The Illustrated Sherlock Holmes Treasury" - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
#book quotes#the adventures of sherlock holmes#sir arthur conan doyle#the adventure of the engineer's thumb#problems#sherlock holmes#john watson#intimacy#thumb#madness
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Welp! I found a new Henry related detail to despair over!
I was having a look through some behind the scenes stuff and model series episode galleries to get a clearer picture of the designs and scales of certain engines, when a trip through the gallery of 'The Sad Story of Henry' gave me some pause...
I was looking at the original model series rendition because it has some of the best surly looking expressions for Henry (accentuated by the obviously aggravated steam clouds), when I noticed that the two CGI remakes of this particular event were right under the originals.
I didn't really give this much thought until I recognized one of the images as also being in the firemen listings (which I'd been perusing previously to get a vague idea of what Sidney Hever looked like, so that I could draw him with a mode distinct design rather than all Drivers and Firemen looking the same like in the shows).
According to the wiki this is Ted, Henry's fireman. He was the one tying a rope to Henry so that people could attempt to pull him out of the tunnel.
And at first I thought: "Oh that's cool! It seems that in terms of crew, while Thomas interacts more with his driver (Bob), and Edward with both his driver and fireman (Charlie Sand and Sidney Hever), it looks like Henry's fireman is the one who interacts with him most (which makes sense, he gets more characterization than Henry's driver and is even the one to realize what Henry's actual issue is and even pleads with the Fat Controller to get special coal to make things easier on him)."
Just a cool neat little detail right? Right? Here's where I realized something was off about this scene:
@british-hero offered to look at this one scene with me so we could have a closer look... Which is when we both realized Ted looks... A little uncomfortable. He looks like he's smiling at a glance, but it's tight and clearly not a happy smile.
And then when he's done tying the rope...
It's a blink and you'll miss it thing, but he's clearly not in agreement with this plan. He doesn't give a thumbs up to signal they're ready to go, or even call out that they can start pulling. Ted looks apprehensive about forcing Henry out of the tunnel...
That's the face of a man who knows doing this will just make Henry double-down on his decision to stay put, but no one is listening to him.
And this is just the recreation in 'The Adventure Begins'. There is yet another recreation of these events, this time retold by Henry himself... And surely enough Ted features in it again. But the way he appears left Rogue and I gutted...
Right at the right, at the very edge of the bloom effect, you can see Ted standing there looking concerned as he watches the workmen wall in Henry...
He's not helping them at all. He's stock still looking at Henry. Which is followed then by this:
HE CLIMBED OVER THE WALL TO COMFORT HENRY, OH MY GOD... He is literally refusing to take part in walling him in. He's just there to comfort his engine...
Again, I remind you, this is Henry telling the tale instead of Edward. Henry vividly remembers this happening. He remembers his fireman being there for him. And if that wasn't a gut punch already, when the scene begins to fade Ted looks down sadly...
I am unwell...
#Thomas and Friends#TTTE#TTTE Henry#henry the green engine#Ted the Fireman#It's a crying shame the engine crews lost so much protagonism over the years#because this... this killed me...
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