#Nike Toddler Shoes

[ilovesaramoonkids]

Love & Available for All.

Nike Airforce 1 (Toddlers)

Hi as im still working on the hairs, here is the toddler version of the airforce 1.

I hope you like these. I purchased these from a talented 3D Modeller as I had an idea what I wanted for my new release but didn't have the time to model them myself as I've been in bed resting. This is my first ever buy and conversion, probably will be my last as I just love creating by myself. There is 23 swatches with many different styles. It is 10k Poly, The lowest I could decimate it too without losing quality.

Public Release - 11th of August

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[becky-sims]

BECKYSIMS-Nike Zoom Vomero 5

Creator: Becky

Sims4 模拟人生4

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shoes

鞋子

15 colors swatches

15色改色

male +female+toddler

男性+女性+幼儿可穿

LOD0  9.6K triangle faces

LOD0 9.6K 三角面

HQ Compatible

支持高清

All Lods

LOD齐全

T.O.U.

Don’t Re-Upload

Don’t Re-Edit

Don’t convert to other games.

Don’t claim as your own

[sadhours]

infected boys 2

billy hargrove x steve harrington

cw: 18+ minors dni, first person pov, internalized homophobia, smut, tommy hagan/billy hargrove, oral sex

summary: billy makes a move, steve doesnt feel the same way

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“Show at The Hideout,” I tell him, fucking with my zippo.

He’s sitting on my bed, back against the wall and ankles hanging over the edge of my mattress. Looks sad.

“Can I tag along?” Steve does his best impression of a puppy dog. Big eyes. Pouted lips. I narrow my eyes at him from over my shoulder.

“It’s not really your scene,” I inform him, reaching for my bottle of Aquanet to spray some finishing touches on my bangs. “It’s a metal show.”

Steve groans, I can see him kick his feet like a toddler in the mirrors reflection. Makes me smile, turning to him completely as he knocks the back of his head against my wall, “I’m bored. Please.”

I put my hand on my belt as I keep smiling at him. Steve wants to spend time with me and that realization is pretty exciting. He looks at me with furrowed brows, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

I laugh, loud and my chest rumbles with it, “‘Cause you’re eighteen and throwing a fit like a petulant little brat.”

“I don’t even know what that word means,” Steve rolls his eyes and kicks his feet again for good measure, “Just let me come with. There’s nothing else going on tonight.”

I scoff, “It describes you perfectly. You got a fake ID to even get in?”

Steve’s face flushes, “I’m kind of too known around here to have one. But I’ve gone there before. They serve me.”

I turn back to the mirror, picking up my cologne and splashing a bit on my fingers before dabbing it on my neck and chest, “Hard to imagine you at a place like that.”

He shrugs, stands up from the bed and wanders behind me. Snatches the cologne out of my hands and brings the bottle to his nose, “This stuff smells as cheap as it is.”

I scowl as I tug it out of his hand, “Not helping your case here, asshole. Besides, I get compliments on it. You gotta rely on your daddy’s bank account to get chicks?”

I know it’s not true, ‘cause Harrington’s as pretty as they come. And to chicks, it’s all about the hair and Steve has the best head of it in this shit town. His bimmer helps too, I’m sure.

“No, but it helps,” he rests his chin on my shoulder as he looks at my reflection in the mirror. My face reddens from it and I know Harrington can see it. Makes my whole body tense and I get the urge to push him off but I don’t, because I can feel his breath fanning against my neck as he says, “C’mon. Lemme come. I’ll buy your drinks.”

I chew on my lower lip, stare him down in the mirror because this feels like a come on but Steve’s straight. There’s no way that’s what this is. If it was, he’d grab my waist and he’s not so… what the hell is he doing? Finally, I gather some fucking self control and shrug his chin off of me.

“Fine, Harrington,” I groan and wind my elbow back to knock him in the chest, “You’re such a whiny little shit.”

He grunts from the impact, steps a couple of feet back and rubs his chest. Then he’s smiling and I kinda wanna hit him again.

“Can’t wear that shit, though,” I say as I reach for my pack of smokes, pinching a cigarette out and perching it between my lips. “You look like an ad for the fucking Gap.”

“That’s where I got this shirt,” Steve admits, looking a bit ashamed as he peers down at his striped polo.

Shaking my head, I light my smoke and then walk back to my closet. Scan for options for the guy. For some reason, I really can’t imagine him in a button up. So I settle for a worn black shirt. One I usually work out in, tug it off the hanger and toss it at him. Next, is pants, I’d rather be dead than be caught with a guy in khakis. Black Levi’s I never wear, mostly ‘cause they got a gnarly hole in the ass but that fits for tonight and for Steve. So I toss them at him too before I look down at his feet. Nikes.

“What size shoe are you?” I ask him.

Steve looks like he can’t remember. I confirm it as he sits on the edge of my bed and takes his shoe off, folds back the tongue and looks at the label. Does his mom do all his shopping? How does this man not know his shoe size?

“Uh, 9 and a half,” he says.

“Huh, me too,” I say, suspiciously as I grab my Chucks and hand them over. “Alright, wear that and you can come with.”

“Is this really necessary?” Steve asks with a raised brow.

I blink at him, completely serious as I say, “I’m not walking around with you wearing an outfit your mom picked out. It’s a metal show, Steve. You can’t wear khakis and a polo. I’d have to kick your ass. Keep up my cred.”

Steve makes a face as he takes off his other shoe and then moves to unbutton his khakis and yeah, okay, I’m watching. “What cred do you even have? The fuck does that mean?”

I lean back against my dresser, eyes still on him as he stands and peels his polo off midst wiggling out of his pants. I look at his chest hair. Part of me jealous I can’t grow that much and the other part of me turned on by the tuft of hair. I cross my arms, “I got plenty of cred. People respect me.”

His eyes roll dramatically as he steps into my jeans. His thighs don’t fill them out like mine do but as he turns to pick up the black t-shirt, I notice his ass does. God, it’s gonna make the tear in the jeans bigger. The shirts baggier on him. I’m built thicker than him. Steve doesn’t work out like I do. He goes on runs but doesn’t lift any weights. He sits back on the bed to put on my converse.

He stands and his hair is coiffed too perfectly. And I do something I shouldn’t, because it makes me feel hot with arousal but I snake my fingers into the thick hair and shake it around, messing it up. I like the way his hair feels. I wanna pull it. So I do, to be a dick but Steve hums and when I pull back we just look at each other, blinking and silent.

“We should go,” I mumble out.

“Uh,” he clears his throat and nods, “yeah.”

We take separate cars to his house, just ‘cause I wanna drive and Dad’ll bitch about Harrington leaving the BMW there. So he parks in his driveway and runs over to my car, slides in the front seat and looks at me with a wide smile. Like a fucking golden retriever waiting for a treat. Steve’s excited I let him tag along. It’s pretty cute but I reach over and shove his face.

“Stop looking so happy or I’ll kick you to the curb,” I grumble, “At least try to fit in.”

“What? Metalheads don’t smile?” Steve quips back with a sarcastic frown.

I grab a cigarette and perch it on my lip, light it with my zippo and mumble around the filter, “Nope.”

When we get there, they ask for my ID but let Steve in with no problem. Makes me scowl at him as they fasten the paper wristband on him and then we immediately head to the bar. Take a pair of shots and clink our beer bottles together. I drag him into the crowd as the first band is coming out. The singer screeches into the mic, loud and shrill and it hits me right in the chest. This kind of shit makes me feel something. The guitars wail alive, followed by bass and drums. Has me bouncing on my feet and rocking my head back and forth. Distracts me from the preppy boy who begged to follow me tonight.

The crowd sways violently with the music, pushing Steve and I with it and I grip tightly onto my beer, try to gulp some of it down but Steve gets knocked into me and I spill it down my chest. But I don’t care. I’m buzzing and jumping along. Head banging with the best of ‘em.

Then Steve’s hand is clenching my shirt and his lips are against my ear as he yells into it, “It’s really loud.”

I look at him like he’s stupid because really, the hell did he expect? “No shit, Sherlock!” I yell back and watch as Steve’s face scrunches up in a wince as he gets knocked into again.

And this is fucking stupid, because I feel bad. This isn’t his thing and as much as I’m enjoying myself, I can tell Steve isn’t and I want him too. So I grab onto his shirt and pull him out of the crowd and out of the bar. Into the parking lot where people are just hanging out by their cars. We toss our now empty beer bottles and walk to my car.

“Sorry— that’s like, insane in there,” Steve mumbles and looks ashamed, or guilty?

“Told ya, pretty boy,” I lean against my car and spark up another smoke, “Not your scene.”

“Yeah… that’s for sure,” he sighs and leans next to me, “I should’ve brought my car.”

“Nah,” I shake my head and pass him my smoke, he takes it and his fingers are shaking as he brings it to his lips. “We can go find some other trouble to get into. Nice and quiet for you, pussy.” I grin with the insult, so he knows I’m joking.

“The quarry is always quiet,” he mumbles out, crossing his arms and I nod slowly, taking the cigarette from him and rounding the trunk of my car.

“Let’s go, then,” I tell him.

And we spend the rest of the night at the quarry, until the sun comes up. Just shooting the shit and laughing at nothing. Steve lets me crash at his place.

—

Tommy’s basement is musty as hell. Don’t think his mother’s been down here since he turned 15 ‘cause he leaves his porn stash out along with a roll of toilet paper and a bottle of lotion. Funny, Dad doesn’t want a fag for a son but he’d still whoop my ass if I ever left out of my skin mags. I mean, it don’t take much for him to whoop my ass but the irony ain’t lost on me.

Steve’s busy which is the only reason I’m even at Tommy’s. He’s leaving for college soon. It’s a wonder how he got in somewhere but Steve didn’t. I didn’t even try. Dad’ll only let me attend the community college or a trade school. If I can’t leave Hawkin’s then there’s no point in going to school. At least Steve’ll be stuck here too.

“You been brown nosing Harrington a lot,” Tommy says as he watches me roll a spliff. I’m bound to get a headache, the weeds dry and I spent ten minutes picking out stems from it.

“You sound jealous,” is all I reply with. Tommy’s got a real hard on for King Steve. And he’s absolutely shit at hiding it. Brings him up in like ninety percent of conversations.

Tommy scoffs, crossing his freckle covered arms over his chest as he kicks his feet up on the coffee table. Knocks off his bottle of lotion but doesn’t move to pick it back up. “Yeah, right. Guys’ fucking lame, now. What the hell do you guys even do?”

I pout as I glance at Tommy, make my eyes as wide and sorrowful as I can muster, “Sad you’re not invited? That it?”

“No. Steve doesn’t even party now,” Tommy huffs, “I’m sure he’s fucking boring.”

“Can you go like one day without talking about Harrington?” I bite back, “Swear to god, you’re like obsessed with him.”

“You bring him up a lot too,” Tommy mumbles and then we both sit there silently like a couple of idiots. But it’s like Tommy gets it or something because he sighs and says, “oh” all dejectedly.

So now we’re two pathetic fucks in love with a straight boy who has no fucking clue. And we both know it.

“What do you guys do?” Tommy asks, quieter than before.

I frown, licking up the side of the rolling paper before sealing the joint and bringing it to my lips, “Nothing.”

I light it, close my eyes as I inhale and tilt my head back when I exhale. The weed tastes old but it’s Indiana. Never as good as the shit back home.

“Nothing?”

“We get stoned, we get drunk, we play basketball,” I list off, “Sometimes we watch movies. He doesn’t like scary ones. We’ve watched Terminator like a hundred times.”

“Steve and I used to do that,” Tommy sounds sad so I hand him the spliff. He takes it and can’t make eye contact with me.

“He’s fun,” I say.

“Yeah,” Tommy sighs.

We silently smoke the spliff, sip on our beers in between. Harrington’s heavy on both our minds. I feel all gooey inside thinking about the fucker and from the screwed up expression on Tommy’s face, I know he’s bitter. Butthurt and jealous. Bogarts the joint like a fucking asshole and I keep having to remind him to share. Even if it’s his weed. I rolled it. Tommy can’t roll for shit, told me Harrington would do it for them. I get it and I almost feel bad for the fucker. Steve’s dreamy. He’s good company. He’s all I can think about— he’s all Tommy can think about and that might be more pathetic than me. ‘Cause these fucks have known each other their whole lives. And when Steve talks about Tommy, it’s like he feels sorry for him. But Tommy’s nothing but wound up anger when it comes to Harrington. Anger that Steve didn’t like him back like that.

“You seen Harrington’s spank bank?” I ask, curious if they did what he and I did.

Tommy smiles fondly, sinks further into the couch as his cheeks swell and ruddy, “Yeah. Helluva collection. I was with him when he got his first Playboy. Snatched it from his dad.”

“It’s so organized,” I reply softly, thinking about how my stash is pathetic compared to the both of them. Because I’d rather look at dudes and Tommy is fine with cranking it to women.

Tommy laughs, “He bookmarks his favorite pages. It’s kind of creepy.”

I chew on my lip, wishing Harrington was. Wish he was a fucking faggot, degenerate like I am. Like Tommy is.

“Speaking of,” Tommy sits up, squeezes his knees with his hands and asks, “Wanna put on a tape?”

I look at him, breathe slowly. How do I tell him this shit? Do I even have to? I just wanna jerk off to Harrington these days. I’m not gonna get hard from a straight porno.

“Nah, Tommy,” I shake my head and ignore how rejected he looks. The weeds giving me a headache. I just wanna go home suddenly. But dad’s there and I can’t be stoned in front of him. So I gotta wait until the high wears off.

—

Steve’s parents are away for a weekend. He asks me to spend the night. Says he rented some movies from the video store. But when I actually get to his house, he’s got a record on. Some pop music. He’s got a bunch of juice, fruit, alcohol and cups on the counter. Sways his hips with the music as he cuts up a lime. I’m sure he’s gotten an early start with the booze. Face flushed like it gets when Steve’s drinking. His hair falls down in front of his face and he shakes his head to push it away. The suns lightened his hair, these lighter strands highlighting the thick chestnut locks and fuck, I love it. He’s pretty. Smiles at me as he shakes his hips, I get an eyeful of Harrington’s ass as I round the counter. It’s shockingly fat compared to the rest of him. I rest my elbows on the counter as I look over at the mess he’s making.

“You trying to be a bartender, Harrington?” I tease, looking up at him as his cheeks swell with a smile.

“Something like that,” he slurs, only slightly though. His eyes look so green from the sun shining in the kitchen window. It’s gross. It’s disgusting how fucking cute he looks. Wearing a plain white t-shirt and his retired Hawkins High gym shorts. I wonder if he’s been in the pool today. The red in his face might be a sunburn and not the tequila.

“Wanna try one?” he offers, sliding by me to retrieve ice cubes from the freezer. I get a whiff of him as he passes by and my eyes almost roll back. Steve’s fucking rank but in the sexiest way. What the hell was he doing before I got here? How did he work up so much of a sweat?

“Sure. What have you been doing, Steve?” I ask, chuckling softly, “You smell like a dirty gym bag.”

A dirty gym bag I’d risk getting Athlete’s foot on my dick rutting against.

“I went on a run!” Steve explains, eyes wide and happy as he starts dropping ice cubes in a coup glass. “It was nice, really got a great runners high.”

“Had to take a shot of tequila to come down?”

Steve’s eyes narrow at me, “Billy, if you’re just gonna judge my lifestyle choices, you can go back home.”

“I’m teasing you, pretty boy. Gimme a shot,” I make grabby hands at him, “Lemme get on your level.”

Steve pours me a shot, but pours himself one too. We cheers before we take them. Mama Harrington buys good tequila. Doesn’t leave a bitter taste in my mouth, barely burns down the throat. Steve finishes mixing my cocktail and I hum as I sip it.

“Might have a career ahead of ya, Harrington,” I tell him honestly. “It’s good.”

“I just made it up,” he babbles off an explanation of how he’s made the drink and I’m full of this overwhelming feeling. I wanna kiss Harrington. I wanna pin him against the counter and kiss him stupid. Wanna shove my nose in his armpits and feel him all over. God I’m so disgusting. This is bad. This is so bad.

“Shut up, I don’t care,” I seethe, looking at his lips. They’re so pink and pretty.

“Oh… okay,” Steve visibly deflates.

I fucked up. He was excited about this and I ruined it because I’m fucking gay for him. And mad that I am. I down the cocktail and set it down, “Got any beer?”

“Yeah, in the fridge,” Steve waves his hand and starts to clean up his mess. Brings the dishes to the sink and doesn’t look at me.

I walk over to the record player and turn it off, I know Steve doesn’t own anything good so I’d rather not listen to music. Then I go and pour two more shots, “C’mere. One more shot and we can watch that movie.”

Steve obeys me, still looks all deflated when he stands before me and holds up the shot glass. We down them and stand there, just looking at each other. He looks like a puppy dog. He’s pretty. He’s handsome. Hate how much I like the fucker. But he’s just staring at me. And this ain’t some pissing contest. We’re friends now. So I’m stupid because I think Steve wants to kiss me too.

I lean in, grab hold of Harrington’s waist and crash my lips into his. And fuck. Fuck. Oh shit. I’m kissing Steve. I’m fucking kissing Steve. His lips are soft and… and they’re not kissing back. But he’s not pulling away so I keep kissing him. Try to slip him some tongue and that’s when he pushes me back.

“Oh, Billy…” his eyes are all shiny, “I’m… I’m not gay.”

I close my eyes, take a deep breath and the idiot keeps babbling on.

“But I’m okay with it! Robin’s gay and she’s my best friend! I’m okay with it, really!”

I don’t say anything. Open my eyes and look at him briefly, before I head for the door. Ignoring the way I can feel the tequila. All I can feel is the rejection and the fact I just outed myself to Steve. I slam the door behind me, not looking back before getting into the Camaro and driving off.

—

I don’t see him for a week. Not until I’m dropping Max off at the arcade. And he’s out front with his gaggle of kids. Smiling and laughing with them. He even waves to me when I pull up but I pretend I can’t see him. I tell Max I’ll be back in a couple hours.

Spend most of my time with Tommy and the fucker can tell something’s up.

“Something happen between you and Harrington?”

“Yeah, he’s a fucking loser,” I mumble, playing with my zippo and pouting. Harrington is a loser. A cute, handsome fucking loser.

Tommy claps his hand on my shoulder, “Glad you see it, now.”

I see it the same way he does. We don’t mention how we were both rejected by the guy. Not a single conversation about how we’re in love. How Steve is pretty and grand and still the fucking King. How a guy like that can never really lose the title. I’m fucking sad about it. Lay awake at night, kicking myself for kissing Harrington. For thinking he was fucking flirting this whole time. I call him. Every fucking night and when his sleepy voice picks up, I slam the phone back on the receiver.

“Yeah,” I mumble. “Such a pussy.”

Tommy sucks his teeth, shakes his head and tells me, “You should’ve met him before Nancy. She really changed him. Carol worshiped Steve. Ya know how hard it is to get Carol to worship you?”

“What? He eat her out?” I ask, rolling my eyes and Tommy’s body stiffens. Oh. Steve did, Steve absolutely ate Carol out. Heather wasn’t fucking around. He got the whole vagina owning graduating class.

“Maybe.”

“Heather wasn’t lying,” I scoff and laugh. “Fuck that guy. Weak for some mediocre pussy. Nancy isn’t even that hot.”

“She’s not hot at all!” Tommy raises his voice, jealousy taking over him. It’s kind of cute. I bite my lip. If I can’t have Steve, maybe a fun time with Tommy’ll do.

I knock my ankle into his, “Hey, let’s put on a tape. I’m bored.”

Tommy moves fast, scrambles to slam a VHS tape in the VCR. It’s in the middle, stopped whenever Tommy came. A couple, in a backyard. On a blanket on grass and the guys eating out the woman. I think of Steve. Assume Tommy did too.

I scoot over, thigh flush against Tommy’s once he sits back down. I put my hand on his knee, smooth it up his thigh and turn to look at him. Tommy’s cute. I like his freckles and his lips. So I lean in and kiss the corner of them. He’s quick, moving his head to capture my lips in his. Tommy lets me know he’s desperate with his mouth and I haven’t really kissed a guy since I was home and I.. I hate that I prefer it.

I kiss him deeper, slip him some tongue and squeeze his thigh. The fucker moans into my mouth, sucks on my tongue and turns his body so we’re facing each other. I reel back so Tommy can lay against the armrest and I crowd in between his thighs, cup his jaw as I keep kissing him. Grind down against him and he’s grabbing handfuls of my ass. I’m getting hard, trying not to imagine it’s Steve under me.

He writhes against me, it’s heady. Makes me feel powerful. Wonder if I’m the first guy Tommy’s fooled around with. Can’t imagine him and Steve doing this because it turns me on like nothing else. I pull back and ask him, “You and Steve kiss?”

“Once,” he whispers, pulling me down on him closer. Rolls his hips up.

“You watch him eat Carol out?” I ask.

“Uh huh,” he nods, smoothes his hand up my back and pulls me back down for another kiss. “Jerked off while I watched,” he mumbles into my mouth.

My hips jerk forward on their own volition. I bite Tommy’s lip and pull his hair, eyes on his when I ask, “You ever suck dick?”

“N-no,” he stutters out.

“Want to?”

“Please.”

I pull back and sit against the cushions, “C’mon then.”

Tommy sinks to the ground between my legs, fingers fumbling with my buttons but he manages to get my pants off. Bats his eyelashes up at me, like he’s seen Carol do, I think.

I knit my fingers in his hair and roll my hips up, “Suck my cock, Tommy.”

He groans, it’s low and guttural and I help him get my underwear down. My cock springs out, excited and leaking at the promise of another man’s lips around it. He grabs it, hard. Squeezes the base of it and I moan, letting myself relax. Tommy won’t tell anyone. He can’t admit he did this.

Tommy’s lips are pretty and pink as they wrap around the head of my cock. I’m met with the warm wetness of his tongue. Rubbing against my head. It’s ten fold better than a woman. Tommy’s cute and I forget about Steve for a while. It's easy to be into this. I grab another handful of Tommy’s hair and coax him further along my cock. Groaning when I do and he returns it, voice vibrating along my cock and I feel it in my sack. Can’t help but jerk up at his face, pushing further down his throat.

His hands grab my thighs, lets my hand guide him up and down. Keeps blinking up at him. I don’t last long. Shooting down his throat and he gags with it, spitting my spunk over my cock as he pulls off of it.

“Stand up,” I tell him and he listens. “Get your dick out.”

Tommy’s all dumb, struggling to get his jeans and underwear down to his thighs and I sit up straight as he gets his cock out. I wrap my fingers around the base, hold him steady and get my lips on him. Suck at the head, keep squeezing the base, not allowing myself to imagine Steve because then I’m really gonna suck his cock. And Tommy’s a lot smaller than Steve. But his freckles go all the way down to his cock and I dig it. Think that’s cute. I give him the best fucking head he’s had. Swallow his cum and then feel disgusting after. But the high’s worn off and I have to pick Max up.

Steve’s still there when I get there. I hold his eye contact this time. Flip him off when he waves.

“Why aren’t you hanging out with Steve anymore?” Max asks once we’re a block from the arcade.

I snort, light up a smoke and exhale it right in the little brats face, “None of your fucking business, shitbird.”

“He asked how you were doing,” she mumbles, body almost completely facing the passenger door. And she says it so quietly I barely heard her.

And alright, that’s a strange feeling in my stomach. I just laugh though and for some reason, I tell her, “Dude’s such a fucking faggot.”

But maybe I’m talking about myself.

Max doesn’t say anything else.

—

There’s Steve. A woman on his arm. Why he took her to this diner is laughable. I’m in a booth with Carol and Tommy. We make eye contact as him and the blonde sit down. Steve’s facing me and I can see the back of his date’s head. Her perms cheap and the bleach has fried he hair. Steve wears a striped shirt. His eyes don’t move past me or his date. Won’t look at Tommy or Carol but we all meet him with shit eating grins. Ready to fuck with him.

“Harrington bringing his date here instead of Enzo’s?” Carol cackles, “Oh, how the mighty have fallen.”

“Fucking pathetic,” Tommy agrees.

I frown and pick up a handle of fries, “Harrington knows a cheap whore when he sees one. Picky with daddy’s mastercard.”

Carol and Tommy giggle and I stretch arms over the back of the booth, eyes locked on the pretty ones that belong to Harrington. Chewing rudely on the fries as I formulate my next move. I’m gonna fuck up his date. I just have to figure out how.

I feel the bitter sting of jealousy as I stare at the mess of permed hair taking Steve’s attention. Can’t help but think he’s into blonde curls and how mine are natural and not from a bottle. His body language is anxious. Eyes keep darting from the slut to me. I lick my lips before smirking, showing him my teeth. I wanna walk up, slink into the booth beside Harrington and kiss him filthy. Grab his junk and make out with him in front of this bitch. Hate her because she has something Steve wants. And I’ve been staring at my dick in the mirror, pissed it’s not what Steve’s into.

I light a cigarette, suck on it harshly, hollow my cheeks out. Wonder what he’s been saying about me to his posse of preteens. The jealous and anger bubbles up so much I find my feet stalking over to the couple. I do sit beside Steve and get a good look at this bitches face. It’s pretty. I haven’t fucked her and I wonder if I could steal her out from under Steve right now.

“Hiya, doll,” I wink at her before stretching my arm around Steve’s shoulders. “Nice date?”

She looks stoked, eyes like stars on Steve and I grip his shoulder, pulling him closer as I turn my head to face him, “Why wouldn’t it be? He has it all. Great hair, pretty face and the richest parents in this shithole.”

“I’m having fun,” she giggles out, eyes locked on Steve fucking Harrington. And why wouldn’t they be. His skins clear, bright and so soft. I wanna lick his face as I look at him too.

“I bet you are,” I smirk, move my hand to the back of Steve’s head and card my fingers in his hair, “Maybe he can bring you home and show you his freak porn collection.”

“What?” The girls face falls.

“Oh, yeah. Big ‘ol tub of it. Organized very precisely,” I tell her, unable to hide the grin spreading across my face. I tug on his hair. He looks pissed. “He uses sticky notes as his bookmarks. Man jerks off like the IRS is gonna come audit his spank bank. Huh, Stevie Boy?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Steve mumbles.

“He’s being humble. Must’ve spent a fortune on the collection,” I say as I use my grip on his hair to shake his head. I move my hands to the table and lift myself up, “You kids have fun, now!”

I walk back towards Tommy and Carol and sink back down in the booth, watching as Steve’s date rushes away from their table and the lanky boy follows,

“What did you do?!” Carol squeals, cheeks fluffy and swollen from joy.

“Told her about his killer porn collection,” I say, reaching for my glass of coke with a satisfied smile.

[shadow-adventures25]

Took Shadow shoe shopping today! He really liked these toddler Nikes but they were a bit out of my price range 😅

[kicksaddictny]

Nike Introduces the Cosmic Runner: Revolutionizing Running for the Next Generation

Nike is redefining running for the next generation with the Cosmic Runner, a silhouette made just for kids, powering their pursuits in sport and play.

The world is a kid’s racetrack, and the Cosmic Runner is designed to inspire youth to try their best and have fun in a shoe that provides kid-right durability, supportive cushioning and all-day comfort — not to mention a modern, standout style.

The Cosmic Runner gives kids of all ages a superhero feeling, fueling their rebellious spirit and making every step feel like a leap toward greatness. It’s also the first kids’ silhouette to feature layered haptic printing, which creates a 3-D effect that adds texture and helps protect the mesh from scraping.

“The Cosmic Runner introduces technology that we’ve never used in kids’ running footwear before,” says Cal Dowers, VP, Global Kids. “We are committed to bringing innovation, combined with comfort and durability, that keeps kids playing, running and dreaming big.”

The Cosmic Runner is designed to be ultra-durable, flexible and comfortable for every stride, appealing to both young runners and kids looking to move with confidence from one activity to the next. The silhouette features a reinforced toe-tip and full rubber outsole that incorporate Nike Grind, a pull tab that makes it easy to step into and a one-piece upper that eliminates seams, delivering added comfort.

Preschool and toddler sizes feature subtle design changes, such as adjusted patterns and elastic laces for easy entry, helping younger kids experience the joy of running throughout their day, from the playground to their own backyard.

The silhouette also brings forward a futuristic and playful style that draws inspiration from kids’ articulation of robots, resulting in a bold design and minimalist construction.

Further, the performance and style of the Cosmic Runner underscores Nike’s commitment to serving runners of all ages, abilities and intensities: inspiring them on every step of their athletic journey and delivering a drumbeat of running innovation that supports their pursuit of greatness.

The Cosmic Runner will be available globally in a full run of kids’ sizing, from babies to big kids, at nike.com and select retail locations November 1.

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Update: Found safe, according to Hoover Police. https://www.wbrc.com/2023/07/14/hoover-police-searching-missing-25-year-old-woman/

A 25-year-old Alabama woman is missing and police need your help to find her. Hoover Police said Carlethia “Carlee” Russell called 911 around 9:30 Thursday night (July 13) to report a toddler walking alongside I-459 near Exit 11.

Police said Russell called a relative to tell them what happened. HPD also said that relative lost contact with Russell but the line remained open. When officers arrived at the scene near Exit 10, HPD said they discovered Russell's car and some of her personal items nearby. However, they didn't see Russell or the child.

Carlee Russell is 5 feet and 4 inches tall. She weighs between 150 and 160 pounds. Russell was last seen wearing a black shirt, white Nike shoes, and black pants. Family members say Russell drives a red Mercedes. If you see Russell, dial 911 or Hoover Police at 205-444-7562

#CarlethiaCarleeRussell #CarlethiaRussell #missing #missingperson #blackandmissing #CarleeRusell #unheardvoicesmag

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I don't know if you are aware but I thought this need a boost because it quite serious. This might be a new human/sex trafficking tactic. There was a Alabama woman named Carlee Russell that disappeared after calling 911 to report a toddler walking alone on the side of the interstate. After she called 911, she stopped to check on the child and called a family member who lost contact with her. Carlee's family member heard her ask the child if they was okay but they did not hear the child respond. Next thing they know, they heard Carlee scream and that was it. When officers arrived at the scene they found Carlee's vehicle and some of her belongings, her phone and wig. There was no sign of her or the child. The family said her hair will be down to her neck in braids. She was last seen wearing a black t-shirt, black pants and white Nike shoes.

Awful

I heard one way is use bait but fact these monster are using children is terrible

Hope they find her and that child

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hearing a group of baby toddlers harmonizing 'one two buckle my shoe, three four nike kicks' is both amusing and absolutely terrifying

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@mutatedangels / in reply to this, because i like to turn memes into threads lol i hope that's okay! made in beta.

soleil was a fuckin' liar. there, she just said it, and jeannie's already tenuous belief in her shattered completely then. that was what hurt the most, suspecting that she had been lying and then believing her anyway. jeannie felt a little mean, privately thinking her friend's stories were fabricated, or in the very least exaggerated, but she chose to give soleil the benefit of the doubt because she had just been so damn lonely. even before, when she was just a child and ice skating was only a hobby instead of her occupation, jeannine had a hard time making friends. the culture that figure skating promoted didn't exactly lend its self to friendships much either—everyone, even the few friends she did have, were competition.

she had left that all behind her, though. at least she had tried. since officially hanging up her skates and returning to small town louisiana, she had the same problems she did before, now she just made a lot less money (and had a lot less stress, too). her coworkers at big lots hadn't warmed up to her, nor had she warmed up to them, in her long eight months stocking shelves and ringing up customers. her step-mother, jesus christ did jeannie hate her, and she loved her toddler half-sister but she couldn't be counted as a friend. enter soleil.

soleil reminded her of a time in her life she had tried hard not to miss. she was glamorous and glossy, always speaking of fabulous adventures and famous people. jeannie had not wanted to admit that skating came with benefits, all the sponsorships and free clothing, all the perks that being a (moderately) successful skater gained. she had not wanted to admit that sometimes she still dreamt of olympic gold, she still wished she could've made it farther in her career, that she hadn't given it all up just because she was getting older and aging out. even if a tiny part of her thought soleil was a bullshitter, she was willing to ignore it if it meant she could still be in reaching distance of fame. maybe, if their friendship continued to grow, they'd both head out to new orleans or hollywood and take advantage of soleil's supposed famous connections, and jeannie could probably try her hand at being an influencer or something. just anything to get her out of her dad's house and a big lots uniform.

hearing her friend's excuses, it was making jeannie feel frustrated, ready for a tantrum that would make a kindergartner think she needed to relaxx. "that is not the way to play this!" uncrossing her arms, she held out her hands exasperatingly. even if there was some truth to what she was saying, jeannie didn't think that was a good enough explanation. sure, the house that jeannie lived in was nice, half a million dollars, but it was her dad's house. she had no real claim to it, not with her dad's new family taking up most of the space. sure, she had been used to the finer things in life, being gifted nike shoes and adidas sports bras, taking first class trips to european countries for competitions and exhibitions. that was all in the past, however. that wasn't the girl she was anymore. if anything, jeannie was more like her than soleil had realized: they were both broke as fuck. at least jeannie hadn't lied about it, though.

seeing her friend start to cry, it almost broke her resolve. she held fast, chin turning upwards slightly. "did you ever consider that maybe i would've liked you even if you did live in some shitbox and hadn't made up a bunch of stories?" jeannine dryly swallowed. the slow, sad little tear dragging down soleil's face nearly made her crack, but she kept it together. "i didn't have nobody either, y'know. i came back here to this town i hate and live with people i hate, and work with people i hate. you were the only person 'round these parts that didn't piss me off... now i really don't have anybody. in fact, i wish i had never met you. then i wouldn't be so disappointed."

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Kids Footwear Market Trends: Key Insights and Future Outlook

The kids footwear market is experiencing dynamic changes, driven by several evolving trends. As the demand for children’s shoes increases globally, innovations in product design, consumer preferences, and retail strategies are reshaping the industry. Parents are becoming more discerning about the comfort, health benefits, and style of the shoes they purchase for their children, pushing brands to innovate and cater to these expectations. These shifts in consumer behavior, along with technological advancements and sustainability efforts, are defining the current and future landscape of the kids footwear market.

Sustainability and Eco-Friendly Materials

One of the most significant trends in the kids footwear market is the increasing demand for sustainable and eco-friendly products. Parents are now more conscious of the environmental impact of their purchases and are actively seeking brands that use natural and recycled materials. From biodegradable soles to shoes made from organic cotton and recycled plastics, the footwear industry is responding by focusing on reducing its environmental footprint. Brands that prioritize eco-friendly production methods and materials are gaining popularity, appealing to a more environmentally-conscious generation of consumers.

Customization and Personalization

Another trend shaping the kids footwear market is the growing interest in customized and personalized products. Children and parents alike enjoy having shoes that reflect their individuality, leading to the rise of customization options. Brands now offer personalized shoes where customers can choose colors, add initials, or even create unique designs. This trend is not only a fun way to engage consumers but also serves as a marketing strategy for brands to differentiate themselves in a competitive market. Customization adds an element of exclusivity and allows children to feel a sense of ownership over their footwear.

Health and Comfort Features

As parents become more educated about the importance of foot health, comfort and functionality have become paramount in the kids footwear market. Features like arch support, cushioning, and flexible soles are increasingly being incorporated into children’s shoes. Many parents are prioritizing shoes that promote healthy foot development, especially for infants and toddlers. Footwear designed with ergonomic principles in mind ensures that children’s feet are well-supported as they grow. This trend reflects a broader shift towards wellness and health-consciousness in consumer purchasing decisions, further boosting the demand for shoes that blend comfort with style.

Technological Integration and Smart Footwear

Technological advancements are also beginning to make their way into the kids footwear market, creating a new category of "smart" shoes. These shoes often come with features such as built-in sensors that track activity levels, measure foot growth, or even adjust for fit automatically. The idea is to make shoes that adapt to a child’s changing needs over time. For example, some brands are developing shoes with adjustable insoles that can grow with the child’s feet, extending the shoe’s lifespan and reducing the need for frequent replacements. As technology continues to evolve, smart shoes will likely become a more prominent trend in the future.

Athletic Footwear Dominance

Athletic footwear continues to dominate the kids footwear market, driven by the increasing participation of children in sports and physical activities. Brands like Nike, Adidas, and Puma are capitalizing on this trend by offering stylish, high-performance shoes that cater to both sports enthusiasts and everyday wearers. With children becoming more active, shoes that combine performance features, such as grip, durability, and flexibility, with aesthetic appeal are in high demand. This trend is expected to persist as sports participation rates continue to rise globally, further reinforcing the importance of functional yet fashionable athletic footwear for children.

Online Shopping and E-Commerce Growth

The rise of e-commerce has had a profound impact on the kids footwear market. Online shopping platforms have made it easier for parents to browse and purchase shoes for their children from the comfort of their homes. E-commerce giants like Amazon, Zalando, and brand-specific platforms are providing an extensive selection of kids shoes, often accompanied by detailed product descriptions, customer reviews, and easy return policies. The convenience of home delivery and the ability to compare prices and styles has made online shopping increasingly popular for footwear. As digital transformation continues, it is expected that online shopping will continue to grow and dominate the retail experience in the kids footwear sector.

Rise of Gender-Neutral Footwear

The kids footwear market is also seeing a rise in gender-neutral options. As societal norms around gender continue to evolve, many parents are seeking footwear that does not adhere strictly to traditional gender norms. Brands are responding by offering more unisex designs that appeal to a broader audience. These shoes feature versatile colors, patterns, and styles that can be worn by children of any gender. The trend is not only a reflection of changing cultural attitudes but also an effort to provide more inclusive options for families.

Conclusion

The kids footwear market is being shaped by an array of innovative trends, from sustainability and customization to health-conscious designs and technological integration. As parents demand more from the products they purchase for their children, footwear brands are continuously evolving to meet these expectations. The trends discussed here highlight the diverse factors influencing the market, from environmental concerns to technological advancements, and provide insight into where the industry is headed. As these trends continue to develop, the kids footwear market will remain a dynamic and exciting segment within the broader footwear industry.

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BECKYSIMS-Nike Blazer Mid '77

Creator: Becky

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shoes

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14 colors swatches

14色改色

male +female+toddler

男性+女性+幼儿可穿

LOD0  6K triangle faces

LOD0 6K 三角面

HQ Compatible

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LOD齐全

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They have an expanding complying with that consists of some celebrities

High-top footwear are needed in order to the ankle joint as the toddler takes its initial steps: Mistaken yet well-meaning loved ones usually commit this misconception. Research studies have actually revealed that a brand-new youngster is solid sufficient to stand and stroll, he might have ankle joints solid sufficient to sustain his physique.

They have an expanding complying with that consists of some celebrities. The patterns and shades are frequently altering with the periods, and likewise that will not are restricted to obtaining a pattern just to recognize that everyone has the precise very same one. You will certainly enjoy these Superga footwear utilizing personification of style and convenience of usage.

For a modern-day day variant, objective for the Reverse All Celebrity AC/DC high top footwear leading Trainers. Black material fulfills dark rubber for a close to monochrome appearance that provides life tinted.

The midsole of this design provides Zoom Nike is understood for, and an air bag at the heel that will certainly aid with the effect from going. This the real factor it is located throughout the sports footwear and basketball footwear related to the internet site online. The outsole has the very same pattern as various other basketball footwear cristiano ronaldo shoes, to help in grip.

Make specific that obtain excellent grip pressure. You are needed to look for footwear having a rubber single and some kind of anti-slip pattern when you think about all within the relocations you carry out in those footwear. In this manner, uncover be particular that you will certainly not slide while servicing the internet.

According to my monitoring, there is even more range you can obtain in guys's contrasted with ladies's footwear cheap soccer cleats or boots. One policy to keep in mind is that a great deal of sports pores and skin footwear need to be just put on with sports apparel like tennis shorts and so on.

A current study of specialists that offer assistance on youngsters's feet, consisting of doctors, orthopedic cosmetic surgeons, pediatric orthopedics, and podiatric doctors, disclosed vast aberration of point of view relating to footwear scarpe da calcio magista and shoes in a selection of troublesome and regular toes. What is a mum or daddy left to do? The only sensible method to your topic will certainly be constantly to take a look at some conventional concepts in the sunshine of current studies and experience, so connecting to establish if your expert sights must be maintained or disposed of.

Reverse Chuck Taylor All Celebrity black footwear even more than a selection of shade. These modern and traditional layouts are a life-style choice, a simple technique to truly coincide and various other at the same footwear you use time.

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Unsung Heroes of NYC Inspire Student-Designed Air Jordan I Mid

In a groundbreaking collaboration, the latest release from the Jordan Wings Design Program introduces the Air Jordan I Mid Subway, a tribute to the unsung heroes of New York City: the dedicated staff of the MTA, North America's largest public transit system.

Over a period of six weeks, more than 130 high school students from Jordan Brand Wings partner organizations across the nation joined forces with the Jordan Brand product-creation team. Together, they embarked on a creative journey to design an Air Jordan I that celebrates the theme of "role models." Hailing from cities like Los Angeles, Chicago, Charlotte, and Philadelphia, these students were encouraged to infuse their personal stories into their designs, paying homage to the local figures who inspire and support their aspirations.

After an intensive design process, where students pitched their concepts to a panel of Jordan Brand employees, one standout design emerged: the Air Jordan 1 Mid Subway, representing the spirit of New York City.

This limited-edition sneaker serves as a heartfelt tribute to the tireless efforts of MTA crews who ensure that New Yorkers can navigate their city with ease. Adorned with inspirational phrases like "Always Go Forward" and "Thank You For All You Do," the shoe captures the resilience and dedication of these essential workers. Drawing inspiration from the iconic branding of the transit system, every detail of the Air Jordan I Mid Subway reflects the unique character of NYC's bustling streets.

For the student designers involved, seeing their vision come to life is a moment of immense pride and accomplishment. Oscar Chun, one of the NYC-based designers, expressed his joy, likening the experience to hearing one's song on the radio for the first time.

The Air Jordan I Mid Subway is set to release on May 15 in grade school, preschool, and toddler sizes, available online at nike.com and in-store at Nike House of Innovation NYC and Nike Soho. This release not only celebrates the creativity of young minds but also highlights the power of collaboration in honoring community heroes.

To learn more about the Jordan Brand Wings initiative and its impact on empowering youth through creativity, visit their website.

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