I’m a fan of the quick-n-easy hide it in plain sight kind of places. I’m not hiding weed or jewelry or anything like that, more like stashing a birthday or Christmas present that I bring home, but find my wife is in the house already when I get there. I have a shelf next to the door going from the garage to the kitchen, and the top shelf is cluttered with all manner of what-have-you. It’s an easy reach up about a foot above eye level to stash it there, and come back in a couple of hours to get it when the coast is clear.
That’s assuming that a thief only wants to steal one DVD for some reason. There are plenty of services ([like Amazon](Amazon Trade-In: Get Paid for Your Used Items back&pf_rd_p=1361573922&pf_rd_s=structured-results-2&qid=1342472059&sr=8-2-tc)) that allow you to send in a massive amount of DVDs (free shipping) and get a check in return. 600 DVDs would make an excellent target, and is particularly non-traceable.
Huh. I planned to give my son a strongbox to hide his stuff in once he got old enough to want to hide stuff. Not as much fun, of course.
I’m not sure yet if I will secretly keep a key to the box myself to check if he hides just the usual forbidden stuff, or some real troublesome forbidden stuff.
“your daddy gave me this watch. . .”
We have a secret space that is disguised as an ordinary everyday object. You have to know where to tug, and the velcro pulls apart to reveal the space.
I can’t say exactly what it is, house rule.
My old house got burglarized, and I had a lot of old games in it. The thieves took them, even though I don’t think that most of the games would fetch more than five bucks each. I got back about half of the games, by the way…but I’d never hide anything valuable in a game or DVD case. Maybe a VHS case…MAYBE. We still have a VHS player, and a lot of VHS tapes.
As for my hidey holes, I’m not saying. But I do believe in putting documents in a place that’s reasonably fire and water resistant, and I don’t use any of the fake soup or other canned goods “safes” that can be commonly bought. I figure that thieves will know about all of the commonly sold hidey spots.
What, are they just going to stuff them in their pocket or something? All the DVDs together with cases probably weigh at least 100 lbs and take up around 30 cubic feet. I have to think someone would notice something suspicious about people running up and down the stairs with bags of loot.
I have a big hardcover “The Complete Works of William Shakespeare” on my book shelf. Back when I was going through bankruptcy, had no bank account and had to deal entirely in cash, that was “The Complete BANK of William Shakespeare”.
Eh - it’s free advice, take it or leave it. I’ve heard of plenty of people who had their DVDs/CDs stolen when there were plenty of other items worth more. Discs’ values are a known commodity, and have no serial numbers. I, personally, think it’s a terrible place to put valuables, and would recommend any of the dozens of other ideas presented in this thread.
I had a hidey-hole in a house I used to live in. Fake electrical socket mounted on the wall in the bathroom.
I found a sweet trap door in my house after I bought it. It’s in the floor of one of the bedrooms, under the carpet. You’d better believe my heart was pounding when I first opened it up. It was swept clean but pretty neat all the same. I’d say it is 30"x15"X7" deep. I suuure wish it was full of ‘set for life’ numbers of gold bricks 
When I was a kid, I had a bunch of hidey holes. Pull out the bottom dresser drawer, remove the one screw for the drawer guide and swivel to the side, lift up the particle board bottom for what I called ‘cold storage’. Everyday items were stashed around, up and under the back of the rolltop desk.
Vehicles have any number of secret stash spots. My first car, a 1968 Plymouth Satellite, had this padded trim piece in the center of the steering wheel. A quarter turn and it popped off.
Duude, you could totally put your wEEd in there!
Picture here (brown dealie at wheel’s center)
I hide stuff in tampon boxes.
As a teen I used to hide my porn under the bottom drawer of my dresser. For some reason the furniture in my bedroom needed to be moved around, and my stepdad decided at some point it had to be done right! now! despite my protests. Thankfully when moving the dresser he didn’t lift it high enough to expose my stash.
Kind of opposite:
Years ago, my folks got me this odd monkey head like thing made out of a coconut. Pretty neat folk art from one of the islands. To clean it out, they cut a square out of the back of the head–the square piece fit back into it. At first I thought it would make an awesome place to stash things, but then I noticed that everyone who saw it wanted to pick it up, and eventually noticed the ‘invisible’ door.
I eventually took to putting random, weird things in there that were hard to get back in. If I balanced things right, I could get a lot of beads in there that came pouring out if the back was taken off. Kind of a mix snakes-in-a-can like thing. Sometimes, people would be absent mindedly playing with it when I was there and things started falling out, or I’d come back to sheepish looks as they were with a handful trying to nonchalantly put them back in.
I’m surprised how many people don’t bother to physically secure their PCs.
Well, your stuff is safe from at least 75% of the male population. Apparently, being able to menstruate is contagious, and just picking up menstrual supplies might make a man start having periods. 
Plain Sight always works well. Napkin holders with .45s underneath, wine bottles with shives that would give a Con a hard-on, a box of Saltines with 6 pounds of gold bars, etc. etc.
You come home to a burgled house, and all the A-pipes got was the computer and flatscreen!
Napkins, wine, and Saltines?
You’re so screwed if you ever get robbed by stoners.
Back when I still padded by butt-cheeks and still smoked weed, I was preparing to travel to Florida for my first bodybuilding competition. And I wasn’t about to go down there without a lil “sumn-sumn” for right after the show.
Well this was still after everything was nutso at the airports, so I was very nervous as to how I was going to hide the weed. That, plus the fact that because I used a wheelchair and couldn’t go through the standard detection procedures made it necessary for me to get patted down and searched every single time I flew.
So what I ended up doing was hiding the weed inside the thick gauze pads that were taped to my ass cheeks. Now to do this I had to chop up the weed to a fine, almost powder-like state, put it in a small ziploc bag and then put that underneath several heavy books to flatten it down. Once flattened, I then inserted the disc of weed in between the layers of gauze as I put on my fresh butt-pads on the morning of my flight. Then taped the gauze tightly down around my cheeks and I was good to go.
When I got to the airport, I was very nervous. They took me to the ‘private area’ where they do the searches, got me out of my chair and patted me down (as well as did a quick look over of my chair). When they got to my ass-area, they asked me if I could get up. Of course, I was very very disabled 
and I could do no such thing. And of course, they understood.
I won my competition and celebrated in style.
The carpet around my floor vent was not glued down, and the vent lifted right out, so I hid cash betwixt the carpet and padding - some Jamaican bills too just for schitzengiggles.
My best friend had a Nam era footlocker with a pad lock. Not stealthly, but private.
In school, there was a space at the end of a bank of lockers that was too narrow to be fit with a door, so it was sealed with a solid sheet of metal. I pried the sheet out very late one night while waiting to be picked up after a long bus ride back from an away football game. I found ancient treasure. Tickets to a dance from 1965, vintage stag mags, a half pack of Old Gold cigarettes, a hitter, lots of garbage, big fucking Bowie knife with dried blood on the shealth (likely deer, likely).