#sneaker stories

[papanowo]

what is their problem like actually

[bunnieswithknives]

Fop redesigns for funsies but also bcs I saw some star heel boots and had to put Dale in them immediately.

[proll4you]

In der Anzeige hieß es, dass man in Sportswear kommen soll. Die beiden Typen wissen noch nicht was auf sie zukommt. Könnt ihr es euch vorstellen?

[clancysletter]

tulips crop top, my beloved 🤍

Tyler Joseph at the Pinkpop Festival (2022)

[anon-sect]

Picture source: Instagram account @king.dgeorge91

"What's that?" Bryon asked his friend Nathan as he was holding a wrapped box in his hands.

"My brother mailed me this box as an early birthday gift. He said he was sending me something special, but didn't tell me what." Nathan was curious as to what his brothr gave him for his birthday. He quickly opened up the box. After removing the bubble wrap, he was surprised at what the gift was. It was his brother's TF Ray phone. A note was in the box as well. It read, 'Happy Birthday, little brother. Wanted to give you this since I have no need for it. I hope you enjoy using it as much as I did.'

"What is that, some new kind of phone? I have never seen one like that before." Bryon asked his friend.

"It's my brother's TF Ray phone. I remember him telling me so much about it. I am just so surprised he gave it to me." Nathan smiled at the prospect of actually using it.

"What does it do?" Bryon asked, feeling curious.

"Oh, It can change people into objects." Nathan explained as he turned it on.

"No way. You have to be lying. There is no way that is possible. No phone can change a person into an object." Bryon countered, not believing it was possible.

"You think so? I can prove it." Nathan paused, thinking. "How about I test it on you then?" He asked his friend who doubted him.

"Okay, I am game. If it works, you can use me as what object you turn me into for as long as you want. But I doubt that will happen." Bryon still didn't believe what Bryon had told him about what the phone looking device can do.

Nathan put in the specifics of what he was going to turn Bryon into. "Just remember you said I could use you as any object I turn you into for as long as I want." He reminded his friend as he pointed th camera Bryon. He hit the flash option.

Bryon saw a quick flash at him, and everything changed instantly. He soon found himself unable to move or speak. His body was split in two. He could hear Nathan excitement that it really worked but was unsure of what he was turned into. He soon found out when he saw a socked foot come towards his face, putting it in darkness. He was forced to go through it again as he saw the other socked foot cover his face.

"Wow, my brother was right. It really does turn people into objects. Bryon, you look like a comfortable pair of sneakers. I wonder how comfortable you are. Let's see." Nathan spoke as he quickly tried on the new pair of sneakers. He was amazed at how good they fit on his socked feet. It was hard to believe that the sneakers were a transformed human. He got up and walked around in the sneakers. The level of comfort from the insoles felt like he was stepping on clouds. "You make a great pair of sneakers, dude." He added.

Bryon was in agony, feeling the weight of his friend bearing down on his insole face with each step he took. The socks had a slight odor to them. Having that odor smashed into his face over and over made it worse. He could also feel whatever surface Nathan was stepping on as his back was the soles of his shoe form. His hands were shoe strings securing him to his friend's feet. Being wrapped around his feet like common sneakers wasn't fun. The device really did work.

"Now that you are sneakers, I get wear you as often as I want. Remember, you said that I could use you as the object for as long as I want." Nathan reminded his sneakers with a smile on his face. "You are way more comfortable than all my other pair of sneakers. I definitely have to break you in for a spell." He added.

"NO, PLEASE TURN ME BACK! I DON'T WANT TO STAY LIKE THIS!" Bryon mentally pleaded but found that Nathan couldn't hear a single thought from his now sneaker bodies. He knew what he does with his own pair of shoes, the thought that his friend was about to use him as his personal pair of sneakers wasn't pleasent.

Nathan decided to go for a nice walk around the neighborhood in his new sneakers. He got up and walked out his house, locking his front door. He began his walk. Each step felt heavenly in his new sneakers. "You really are great sneakers, Bryon. I might have to wear you for about a month or so." He laughed as he continued to walk around the neighborhood.

Bryon was in pain and torture. Feeling the harsh ground beneath his soles was painful. It was even more agony being pressed against the ground. He could feel everything beneath him. Things got worse as Nathan's socks became sweaty. That sweat began to drench his insole face. The foul stench of the socks became intense at that point. He so wanted to be changed back. He didn't want to be stuck as his friend's sneakers for a long time or even a short period of time.

Nathan returned back home an hour later. He really enjoyed his walk. He sat down on his couch, still wearing his new sneakers. He thought about how comfortable they were. Normal sneakers never felt this good. He opened up the data on Bryon on the TF Ray phone. He selected the delete option and hit the check mark. Bryon's humanity was completely erased from the device. 'I hope he don't mind being sneakers for a while. Good pair of shoes like these are hard to find.' He thought to himself as he turned on the tv to watch one of his favorite shows. He ignored is new sneakers on his feet. It was time to treat them just like what they are. Bryon would get used to being footwear over time, whether he liked it or not. He should not have made that bet with him.

Bryon was unaware that his friend had sealed his fate as he was forced to inhale the foul stench and sweat of Nathan's sweaty socked feet.

[sortoftemporarypeace]

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[themintman]

And once again I'm late to the joke. But yk what hell yeah

[elderwisp]

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?: Annnnd the teacher’s lounge. You’re more than welcome to hang your stuff here. I actually suggest it, sometimes the students like to peek into people’s things.

Taryn: Ah, I see. Can I set my lunch in the fridge?

?: Sure! Oh and don’t bother bringing in lunch on Wednesdays or Fridays. The school usually caters for us on those days.

Taryn: That’s really nice!

?: Yep. I’ve worked at other schools and this one is probably the better of the handful.

Taryn: Amazing!

?: One catch.

Taryn: Oh.

?: Well a lot of the kids here are incredibly troubled. Can’t really do much about it but the higher ups try to do all of these little perks to help with morale.

Taryn: How bad is it?

?: I wouldn’t be surprised if you quit the first day. Honestly, I wouldn't hold it against you.

Taryn: Lovely.

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[ thunk ! ] 

Kids: [ giggling ]

[ thunk ! ]

Kids: [ laughing ]

Taryn: Where are you even getting that paper from? [ gasps ] The books!

Kid one: My mom says all librarians turn into a hag.

Taryn: That’s not very nice.

Kid two: You kinda look like one hunched over like that.

Taryn: Hey!

Kid three: AHHHH!

Taryn: WAIT-

Kid four: That’s what you get for calling me a cheese ball!

Kid three: You even smell like one- OUCH!

Taryn: Stop it!

Taryn: No!  

Kid four: Get back here you troll!

[livwritesstuff]

The first pair of shoes Eddie purchased for himself when he started rebuilding the life he’d lost when his trailer was destroyed was a pair of Doc Martens.

They were new (well, not new – he’d still thrifted them, but they were barely worn, probably surrendered by some yuppie who liked the style but couldn’t handle the pain of breaking them in) and big and black and heavy with steel toes and thick woven laces.

Those boots went everywhere with him – navigating those first few years of recovering from all the trauma he’d suffered in ‘86, finally leaving Hawkins in 1990, his move to Washington in ’94 to live with Steve while he finished out his psych program, their joint move to Boston a couple years later, his first book release in ‘95 and his second in ‘99, not to mention all the countless big and small adventures that filled in all those gaps.

When Eddie and Steve’s daughter Moe was born in 2001, Eddie temporarily retired the boots.

There was a period during those first few years of her life when she was both very small and always underfoot, a combination that meant concerns about tripping on her were high enough without Eddie adding steel-toed boots larger than his kid into the mix.

So for a while, the boots sat on the floor in his and Steve’s closet collecting dust.

Then Moe got a little bit older and the boots started collecting other things.

“Ed, come look at this,” Steve snickers.

He’s in their closet, trying to tackle the cataclysmic mess that has accumulated over the last year and a half, because trivial things like cleaning had kind of taken the backseat the second they met Moe – as they should; Eddie maintains that there is literally nothing he’d rather do than spend time with his daughter, bar none. Alas she does need to nap sometimes, and he supposes that’s when all the other shit gets done.

He joins Steve in the closet to see that he's holding one of Eddie's Docs.

“Look what Moe did,” Steve continues, holding out the boot.

Eddie takes it, immediately noticing that it’s even heavier than usual. He peers inside to see that it’s filled to the brim with stuff – a small wooden car, a travel deodorant from his last trip to New York for work, a pair of socks, sunglasses, several loose bandaids, one of Steve’s combs, a roll of Smarties (it’s a wonder she didn’t eat them), a veritable cache of treasures in the eyes of their eighteen-month-old. 

The other boot is pretty much exactly the same.

“Oh my god,” Eddie beams, “She’s fucking incredible.”

“She’s inheriting your raccoon behavior," Steve replies with a wicked grin.

“Alright.”

[proll4you]

Er hatte die Wette verloren. Erst das Geld, dann seine Unschuld. Er musste sich auf den Tisch setzen. Was dann folgte, sprengte ihm den Verstand weg. Die Typen küssten anfangs und dann wurde es brutal. Er verlor seine Unschuld und er wusste, dass er nie wieder etwas anderes wollte. Er wollte zukünftig nur noch, dass sie in ihn eindrangen.

[awesomephd]

warner bros wants looney tunes to die but there's an anthropomorphic shoe movie coming out this summer so I don't think it's audience tastes

[doublxpresso]

「To this pitiful me」

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[anon-sect]

Picture source: Instagram account @usedshoes2.0

Road Trip Sneakers

Jase was looking forward to a long road trip with his friends Alex, Henry, Kyle, and Peter. Since it would take over 12 hours to get to their destination, They decided a rental car would be best since they were driving there.

Kyle drove up to his house in the rental car. Peter was in the front passenger seat, and Alex and Henry were in the back seat. Jase placed his bag in the trunk of the car. He then saw a problem. The back seat wasn't big enough for three people. It would be very tight with all three of them, not to mention very uncomfortable for a road trip longer than 12 hours.

"How am I going to fit? You couldn't get a bigger car?" Jase asked Kyle, still wondering how this was going to work. There was no room in the trunk for him since it had all their stuff in it.

"It was the only one available, sorry." Kyle spoke, also trying to figure out a way for Kyle to come along with them.

"That back seat will feel horrible with all three of us." Jase continued, not looking forward to that.

"I agree," Henry also interjected.

Kyle racked his brain. There had to be a way to bring Jase along. It then dawned on him he had the perfect way. "I know how you can fit in the car, and all five of us are comfortable." He spoke while putting in the setting for sneakers in the app.

Jase was curious. "Really, how?" He asked, wondering since he didn't see enough room in the car for him.

Kyle pointed the phone camera at Jase and hit flash. Instantly, Jase was a pair of sneakers on the ground. He took his sneakers off and put on Jase. He tied the shoe strings, securing the shoes to his feet. "Okay, we can start our road trip now." He spoke to the others. He tossed his other shoes i the trunk and got back in the driver seat.

"What did you do with Jase?" Alex asked as he just opened his eyes. He had taken a brief nap.

"I turned him into my current shoes. Now, we all have plenty of space in the car. And for an added bonus, I have some really comfortable shoes." Kyle spoke as he started driving off.

"Yeah, it's really strange seeing a person turned into shoes." Henry admitted, being grateful it wasn't him.

"When are you going to change him back?" Peter asked him while turning on the radio for some tunes.

"When we get to our destination, I will change him back. Until then, I will enjoy some really good shoes." Kyle spoke, smiling as he watched the road.

"Is he really that comfortable?" Peter asked, looking down at the now transfomed Jase.

"Oh yes, the most comfortable shoes I have ever worn." Kyle paused, thinking about something. "To be honest, normal shoes never felt this good." He added. The thought of keeping him longer crossed his mind. Also, having an extra pair of sneakers in what he brought with him might not be a bad idea. He would make up his mind once they got there. He hoped Jase won't mind if he borrowed him for the road trip.

Jase was cursing at Kyle and, at the same time, begging for him to change him back. His friend's socks didn't have an odor, but he knew that could change soon. The problem was that it was quite painful to be walked on. It wasn't comfortable for him in the least bit. His his socked feet pressed down on his insole face wasn't fun either. Each time Kyle pressed the break or gas pedel, it was a tremendous force pressing down on his face. Kyle might be experiencing comfort, but he was in pain. Then, to hear all four of them chatting away as though he isn't present was degrading. He could only hope that Kyle would change him back to normal once they get to their destination. He didn't want to be his shoes for the entire trip.

[batneko]

Okay so we all agree socks and sandals is tacky (do not argue with me on this, you are wrong) but since crocs are technically clogs, is it okay to wear socks with them?

[meandhisjohn]

STORY TIP...

This time a classic but new to me.

I have a list of 30 fics I'm going to read this winter.

Started last week and love it so far.

Last night I started a classic fanfiction story I neglect for too long.

I'm only on page 145 but it is already extremely promising.

Not only because of my favourite badass Moriarty is a big part of the story and it starts with little Sherlock and a brilliant opening but..

It features the Sherlock I have in my mind.

A genius man child with baggage on his soul so strong it almost threatens to suffocate him.

Lonely, longing and clever is the status of Sherlock until a certain army-doctor doctor arrives but does John really know what he signed up for when accepting Sherlock’s dinner invitations and who is the man who writes Sherlock all those disturbing letters?

Find it all out in Wordstrings aka Katie Forsythe's " All the best and Brightest Creatures.

@rey-jake-therapist @a-victorian-girl @whatnext2020 @inevitably-johnlocked @johnlockficclub