#toebox

[robealafrancaise]

Got my first pair of cowboy boots today, and let me tell you that was an Experience

We went to an actual "boot store" and it was very disheartening to realize that because of the way my feet are, it was going to be next to impossible for me to find a pair of boots that fit right. And they were nice boots, but there were just too many issues between the standard sizes and my feet

I had already known several potential issues going into this, so I wasn't completely blindsided. 1) I have wide fucking feet that are not very long 2) I have big calves so anything too tall and tight isn't gonna work 3) sometimes I have a hard time getting my heel to the bottom of boots that don't have a zipper bc it gets caught on the inside back of the boot

So why was I bothering to try to find a pair despite this? Squaredancing. Which meant I also needed said boots to not really have tread on them so I can slide. Honestly, I might have had more luck with that at this other store with more selection, but it was too far away for me to want to go on a Thursday afternoon.

But at the store I was at, I quickly realized that everything I thought was going to be a problem was in fact a problem. It didn't help that they didn't have wide shoes in stock, but I did find one in the boy's section that was wide enough. It was too long tho. Unfortunately, every single boot I tried on, whether or not it had other issues, came with the *new* issue of the top of the boot digging into the top of my foot. (You know, the part where the bottom of the boot connects to the ankle part... the sales associate said i might have a high arch or something)

So I left that store convinced that I was shit outta luck. I didn't care *too* much bc I figured I wasn't gonna pay potentially a bunch of money for a pair of shoes I didn't like/that didn't fit me, so I had kept my expectations low.

Then we were at the mall for other reasons, so my mom said we should look at the shoes in Belk's. Also very disappointing, but admittedly a long shot. We walked out of Belk's and saw T.J. Maxx, and I joked that we might as well look there while we were here.

AND GUESS WHAT

They're even leather... from T.J. Maxx of all the damn places...

they don't have the thing that presses on the top of my foot and also they have a wide opening so it doesn't rub on my calves 👍 no blisters for me!

[saiintvalentiine]

got my ass discombobulated at a halloween carnival last night bc I decided to wear my boots (I Like Being Tall) and now my feet HURT

[suispiria]

found shoes that look a lot like the lemaire flats of my dreams . We have signed up for email notifs when they’re in stock

[wetslug]

shoe shopping is always a fucking nightmare like ive never been so aware of my toes. im splaying my toes an unnatural amount and gaslighting myself into believing this is how i walk 24/7

[spaceoperetta]

overcorrected buying too-small shoes by buying too-large ones, welp

at least the local chain running store has a good return policy!

(using custom insoles is a neverending chicken-and-egg problem and I am tired of it and not entirely sure about them)

[love-and-deepspace-wiki]

Footwear: Meteor Sports (Part 1)

Alright, Xavier. Show me them kicks~

In Xavier's "Leisure" outfit (along with his "Good Health Is Always Young; Life Needs Sports" pullover 🤣), we see him sporting some white sneakers. So let's take a closer look at them!

Details:

These sneakers are primarily white but have tan accents across the toebox and grey accents near where the tongue of a shoe would be. They're also laceless, instead opting for two mesh straps that crisscross over the top of the foot.

We can see the word "Meteor" written on the toe of each shoe (left). But from the side profile, we can make out text that reads "Meteor Sports" beneath the logo/graphic (right)

Note: These two photos have been edited, increasing the sharpness for legibility purposes

The shoes feature black, textures soles

Personal Review and Speculations:

Overall, I think they look pretty comfortable! If this brand was a real thing, I could easily see myself snagging a pair for the gym or for leisure. A stylish, yet simple compliment to any casual outfit. And y'all. He keeps those boys CLEAN!

Theory 1: Xavier is secretly a sneaker head

Theory 2: Xavier really wants everyone to think/know he loves sports lol

[smoqueen]

Ben Toebox

[trashywhiteboysea]

Yeah. Who fuckin cared about them shits anyway. Old clothes. Needed new ones anyway.

And I had a whole room to choose from.

My eyes flickered open as I stepped out of the cum-stained clothes and my hands eagerly dung into the top drawer. Bright red flashed in my line of sight, and I grabbed out a pair of Under Armour boxerjocks. Stretchy, clingy fabric that felt amazing when I pulled it on. The brand’s name was printed in red on a black waistband, easily seen when I shrugged on a pair of Jordan sweatpants, cuffed at the ankle and printed XL on the tag. They fit perfectly, which is to say, baggy as fuck, but not so baggy as they wouldn’t show off my kicks, which is what the whole thing was about.

A black wifebeater, then, for an undershirt - but I stopped short of putting on an actual t-shirt from the second drawer. I needed something that would match my kicks. Which meant I had to pick out a pair.

That was easy. I grabbed for the black and red Jordan retro 11s, the aglets on the ends of the laces frayed and splintered, the leather worn in but still glossy around the toebox. They slid on my feet and I sighed in pleasure - from there, it was easy to go back to the drawer and grab out a XL-tall black t-shirt with the red Jumpman logo on it, bright as a traffic light and as big as my entire torso.

“There,” I said, flicking myself off in the mirror.

I looked dope as fuck.

The lingering, tinny thought that I was standing in a stranger’s bedroom, wearing a stranger’s clothing - intending, fully, at that moment, to steal it and wear it home, carrying my severance package - well, it was like hearing a bell ring from a very great distance. I heard it, registered that it was there, and then it vanished quietly into the murk of my other thoughts.

From the other room, the TV was still shouting. I left my bedroom and went into the living room, sat down on the couch, and took another hit from the bowl.

Shit, I was gettin hungry.

I reached over the couch with a lunge to snatch up my red durag, and tied it around my crown, a little sloppy like I like it, and adjusted it so it came down to about my eyebrows. Had to go take one last look in the mirror, too, before I shrugged on my vest and headed out the door, grabbing up my keys, my phone and my wallet from the coffee table. The door closed behind me as I walked - no, more sauntered, because of the sweats and how they hung on my frame - down the hall.

The outside air breathed cold on my scalp, barely protected by the silky durag. I stood there on the stoop for a moment, reached into my vest pocket, and pulled out the pack of Newports. The click of the flint, the spark of the lighter, and menthol-accented tobacco smoke was rushing into my mouth.

[arseniccattails]

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Jazz/Prowl (Transformers)

Characters: Jazz (Transformers), Ravage (Transformers), Prowl (Transformers)

Additional Tags: First Dates, Alternate Universe - Urban Fantasy, Familiars, (which Jazz does not have but Soundwave does), No Cybertronian Civil War, Jazz is a magical nuke but he's basically just hangin out

Summary:

Jazz has a date—only problem is, he has to step on toeboxes to get there.

( @autobotjazzweek )

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

What if they are actually Diana’s own shoes? 😵

They're not the same shoe. Meghan's on the left, Diana's on the right.

Meghan's shoes have a longer, pointier toebox; a thinner brown detailing around the sole and tongue; and is a lighter, more tan brown color.

Diana's shoes have a shorter toebox, a thicker brown detailing around the sole and tongue, and a darker more browner brown color.

[fartbong-rewritten]

going to be completely honest. I stuck a rock in a sock in a boot that had a toebox that was slightly too low and it stretched it out perfectly in 2 days. New technology UNLOCKED

[ceruleanmusings]

you had me at pie - mickames

@raging-violets @partiallypearl @witchofinterest @myloveforhergoeson

Mickey lifted a scoop of pale peach ice cream, turning it upside down at the last minute so the first taste on her tongue burst with flavor rather than drag along the dull swipe of metal.

It didn’t disappoint; the familiar punch of vanilla coating her tongue lit up her taste buds, lingering as it melted and sunk into the crevices. A few moments later the winter peach made its presence known, sharply cutting through the thick vanilla with its sweet flavor, tinged at the back with a hint of floral aftertaste.

It was heaven.

Her eyes slipped shut, lips curling upwards around the spoon in her mouth. A happy, bouncing hum sounded at the back of her throat and her shoulders wiggled partially in happiness and partially in time with the fizzy pop track playing over the speakers of Bianca’s, an artisan ice cream shop James found in Pasadena.

Opening her eyes and letting the sweet treat melt against her tongue, Mickey set her spoon back in the near-empty cup. She flexed her feet, allowing the toebox of her shoes to drag the barstool closer to the shiny wooden counter, no doubt adding another scuff to the royal blue leather. The shiny wood bit at her elbows when she learned forward, propping her chin up on her palms. Her eyes focused past the backwards chalky lettering painted on the windows to the streets outside, awash in spilled gold from the slow-setting sun.

Her eyes followed a few passersby flittering from one side of the window to the other: a family of four with a little girl bouncing along behind her parents and older brother, pigtails swinging; an older man and woman shuffling along, a weathered hand grasping his elbow; a woman with a pink lob rolling by on a bright red bike; two guys with muscles so large their arms swung wide, hinged at their broad shoulders; a man in a leather jacket, large, long flowing black skirt, dark complexion and a pop of orange lipstick.

And then there was James.

Her eyes drew to him as if on autopilot. It used to be against her own volition; the charisma and magnetism emanating from him had a hold on her she didn’t want to touch let alone acknowledge until recently. (Two and a half weeks ago to be exact). But now she couldn’t help herself.  Especially when he shifted from side to side of a tree across the street, pulling a branch down as held his extended arm this way and that, stretching his lips out in a strange exaggeration of duck lips meeting Blue Steel. He always knew how to make her laugh, even when he didn’t know she needed it. Especially when he didn’t know she needed it.

A gaggle of giggling girls came up to them, all hesitant and shy until he flashed a smile and nodded. Probably affirming their double checking if he was, indeed, James Diamond of Big Time Rush. Their shrieks and repeated mantras of “Oh my god, oh my god” pierced through the glass while they shifted from side to side, stuck between wanting to get up close and wanting to keep composure. Mickey knew the tread of that tightrope.

She propped her cheek up on her palm and watched as they switched off between holding glossy magazine pages out for him to sign and fumbling with their phones for pictures. His smile remained, his stance relaxed, and he looked every girl in the eye, causing them to bounce and shriek and flutter their hands, as if ready to take flight.

And she got it. She liked to think she kept her emotions reined in but that feeling, that look of awe on their faces, the admiration glowing like neon in their eyes, she knew it well. They bloomed in the spotlight he pointed towards them. She’d only just gotten used to the glow herself. It didn’t blind her as much as it used to.

Each one got their own turn, speaking with him about something she couldn’t hear. Maybe about their music, maybe about his hair, maybe about the weather. Either way they all stood with rapt attention, hanging onto every word, the rosy blush on their cheeks contrasting the stars in their eyes. And once they all got their pictures in and started shuffling off with waves and gushes of thanks and clutched phones, they were nearly undone all over again at his little two-finger wave and wink.

If she’d been sitting with any of her friends, she knew what they’d say: that he fed his ego and he’d be riding on the high of their attention for weeks. But, then again, they didn’t look at James the way she did. Or maybe he didn’t let them see what she now witnessed: the soft look in his eye, the triumphant pump to his hands, the satisfied smile gracing his lips as he watched them walk off.

God, he was beautiful.

She at the remaining bit of ice cream, gathered up their empty cartons, threw them out, and went to the counter to pay. The woman in the striped apron behind the counter flashed her a smile and informed her it’d already been taken care of. Of course, it was.

James locked eyes with her when the bell rang on her exit and butterflies erupted in her stomach with the spotlight turned on her. By the time she’d crossed the street and reached him, she basked in its glow and swore it’d be embedded in her skin forever.

“What?” he asked with a little laugh as she gazed up at him.

The words nearly leapt off her tongue until she snapped her lips together and held them back. She tumbled them through her mind, trying to find a filter, and came up empty. One eyebrow scrunched, just slightly. Would it be so wrong to just say what she thought? People always said honesty was the best policy, but would this be too far? They were barely a thing. Brand new and she didn’t want to rush it (no pun intended). But then, James never had a problem stating his thoughts and feelings, even before they were reciprocated. He’d always said what he felt, not caring about anything past the veracity behind his statements. People could take or leave it. And if he was brave enough to be forthcoming, why couldn’t she?

“You’re beautiful,” she stated, the words floating along her bated breath, heart thrumming.

James’ long lashes fluttered against his blink and his smile opened his face, allowing sunbeams to all but squeeze out between his teeth. “You are, too.”

“Thanks.” Heat crawled up her neck and settled in her cheeks and she fought the strong urge to rebuff his compliment. “But I meant with your fans.” She nudged his arm, and they walked down the street. “And, you too, but mostly them.”

“Oh, it’s not a big deal,” he said, waving his hand.

“It is to them.”

“I know. It’s just…well, I love doing this.” He didn’t need to say that, she knew in the way his eyes lit up, the way he left himself on the stage, the way his heady words struck her. “But I also know we wouldn’t be here without the fans. At the end of the day, it’s not about us, it’s about them. It’s about putting on a show for them and giving them a place to just—”

“Exist?”

He sighed, shoulders dropping. “Yeah.”

She nodded. “I get it.”

“I knew you would.” He bumped her arm and she bumped him back, stumbling into his side. The solid feel of the length of his arm against hers made her course correct and clear her throat. “Did you like Bianca’s?”

“Yes!” She nodded so hard she battered her swinging locks away from her face. “It’s amazing! I didn’t know they had so many flavors! Especially that habanero pepper one? I gotta try that next. Maybe I can make a series of it. Try a new flavor each time and review it.” She made a face. “Guess I’ll have to try the peach one again then, if I want good pictures to go with it.”

James pulled out his phone, swiped his thumb a few times, and held it out to her. “Would this help?”

Mickey stared at herself on the screen, frozen in time from a half hour before when she first tasted the peach ice cream. The hanging lightbulb lamps from above nearly lit a halo over her head, casting a golden glow on her skin which lit up her eyes like little fires glowing from within her, putting the freckles dotting her skin on display. “Actually, yeah, that’s perfect! Can you send this to me?” She’d nearly given the phone back when the screen shifted to another picture of her from a week before, happily eyeing a crazy decorated milkshake jar. “What’s…this?”

James’ large hand took over the screen, pulling the phone out her hand. “It’s nothing.”

“No wait, James, seriously.” She took the phone back and began swiping, pic after pic sliding to show her in the middle of eating a cookie, a soft pretzel, a brownie, a macaron, a pastry, and other treats in various flavors. She nearly collided with an older woman while she walked, quickly uttering an apology to her and then James when she pressed against his side. “Is this all me?”

“It’s nothing!” She shot him a look and he blew out a breath, running a hand though his hair. “Okay. It’s, um…every time we’ve eaten somewhere I…kind of take pictures of you.” He hastily added, “Not to be creepy!” and took his phone back, shoving it into his back pocket. “It’s just…you’re always so happy when you’re trying something different, and I think…it’s one of the times you’re really pretty so…”

Her eyebrows crinkled. “When I’m stuffing my face?”

“When you’re enjoying the moment.” His shoulders bounced in a shrug and he murmured, “I like to think it’s also ‘cause I’m there.”

It came out of her without needing to think about it. “It is.” Grins burst on their faces at the same time and when they bumped against each other again, she slipped her hand in his before the ricochet sent her too far away from him. The warmth of his skin against her palm sent her pulse skittering. “How about next time we go to that pie place? Pie Palette? We can get pie flights, where they give you slices of their top five flavors of the week.”

“You had me at pie.” He squeezed her hand. “It’s a date.”

[cyancherub]

idea: dildo shoes with pps just sticking straight up out of the toebox. and a a guy riding each shoe while i walk

[creanimeshoes]

The AF1 X Kirua Zoldick (HunterXHunter)

Left outside : We find Kirua Zoldick in assassin mode! The colors correspond to Killua's clothing and accessories.

Insides :We find the look of Killua Zoldick on the swooshes. One of the two looks refers to the character on the second outside.

Right outside : We find the godspeed of Kirua Zoldick. I love this power up

You will find the details of this pair such as the label on the tongues, the hunter x hunter logo and the arrow on the toebox.

[jilliam]

I wanna get more cute wide toebox shoes but the only market for wide toebox shoes are the ‘barefoot shoe’ community and they’re mainly concerned about the functionality of the shoe / foot health, and not at all concerned about aesthetics or style or high quality materials (or what they consider high quality is like. specialized rubber, rather than a full grain leather) so most of them are ugly. Like I don’t mind if a shoe isn’t ‘barefoot’ aka with a barely-there flexible sole, in fact I would prefer if the sole added some aesthetic quality or structural support to it or even if there was a tiny heel

[hockeyforlife]

hey man looking to get into hockey. Any gear recommendations? Brands n layers. Thx!

Hard to say. I've always preferred CCM. Bauer just seemed to be geared for thin-athletic. As a gymrat with more muscle mass I found CCM more comfortable. Of course that was then...now both brands carry 3 lines that are each a little unique from their other 2 lines of gear. Back when CCM Ribcore was Reebok, I tended to the now defunct CCM Crazy-Lite line.

You really have to go to a store and try stuff on and compare to find what's comfortable for you.

Right now my gear is a mixed bag.

I prefer Bauer's undershirt with neckguard. The neck guard is the thinnest while still being equally good protection, and their equipment grippers on the sleeves make more sense to me, but CCM was on sale when I was last buying, so CCM for me. I have 2. They are supposedly designed to not stink. Nah. If you regularly let it dry out before washing it, it'll start to smell nasty. Regular washing and it smells 'hockey fresh'.

I really loved the last CCM compression jock. The cup pocket sat perfect for me with barely ever a need to adjust. Now, it's an internal cup/jockstrap, the same as their loose shorts. Compression or loose is a preference, kind of like boxers or boxerbriefs. Cups vary in shape. Finding the one you're most comfortable with is a never-ending search. Once you find one you like, get a second and keep it in your bag. This way, if you forget your cup or jock you always have a backup packed, and when you wear through that badboy, you have a replamement you know you'll feel comfortable in.

I haven't found a Kevlar sock I like yet, so I use thin CCM and Bauer skate socks. When you get your skates, have a pair to try the skates on with. The thinner the sock, the more control your foot has over the skate. Some go barefoot. There's something about putting their feet into a cold, sometimes still-damp skate that turns their crank I guess. I can't. I played without socks only once. It was very uncomfortable. The next time I forgot my skate-socks I wore my no-show ankle socks to avoid the heebie-geebie feeling.

Now, for pants, I prefer the CCM Super Tacks girdle. Girdle vs. pants is a personal choice. I prefer the girdle. You give up some bulky padding for the sleekness of a girdle. I really liked my Warrior Covert girdle with the cup pocket built in. It was perhaps the best for a meaty 'hockey ass'. CCM and Bauer girdles both have fully adjustable waist and thighs, and you can lengthen or shorten both to a degree. Both are open crotch. CCM feels natural to me, Bauer is too tight on the ass, and through the crotch because of the construction of the thigh pads. CCM's protective pads just sit better on treetrunk thighs. If you go girdle, you need a girdle shell. The CCM one is pure crap. Lasts one season. I got a Mark Stone leftover Warrior girdle shell off an NHL surplus site after he got traded from Ottawa. They were brand new and less than half the price of regular ones. If you go pants, find a pair that fit snugly, that stay up on their own, but allow you full range of motion. Some people say to try them on over jeans. Eff that. Try them on over a base layer like you will be wearing them over when playing. I had a red pair once I got off an online ad that was a free throw-in with a pair of gloves and helmet I was buying. All new, $80 for $450 worth of gear, so you might want to consider places like Facebook Marketplace for deals on everything. They went with my team's colours that year, so they worked. After that year, they stood out and looked stupid with Philly Flyers jersey and socks. Black is best.

My shinpads are old. CCM Crazy-Lite. They are a wider fit, again for better protection over built calves.

My skates are still Reebok. Between countless pairs of skates and rollerblades, they are the only ones that cause no pain/discomfort. Skates can be narrow, wide, or a combination. Some are wide toebox and narrow ankle, and others are the opposite. Get someone to actually look at the shape of your foot. Also, skate sizes are stupid. They are 1.5-2 sizes smaller than shoes. If you go with your shoe size, they may feel okay, but they are too sloppy, and you lose a lot of power in your stride.

Shoulder pads can be very thin or very bulky. It's up to your preference. I still have my CCM Crazy-Lite shoulder pads. They're on the thinner side. I also have a bulkier shoulder pad. It's constructed stronger but I'm in a non-contact adult league. Bulky shoulders are not necessary for me so they collect dust. Both have a sternum/heart guard. I can't say it's useless. But, when some dumbass forward lost an edge crashing the net he shot along the ice like a torpedo into the boards. I jumped over the hotshot but his stick hauled me down akwardly. My elbow pad was squarely under my chest as the initial point of impact. For weeks the hospital wasn't buying my explanation and chalked my heart concerns to 'stress'. Finally taken seriously, tests revealed a decently bruised heart and a torn pleura. 14 weeks of a Myocardial Contusion later, I finally was able to play again. The guard either was useless or saved my life. 🤷‍♂️

My elbow pads are CCM Crazy-Lite. They're shorter on the forearm because I can't stand the feel of longer, bulkier ones. Again, no one's chucking elbows. There just to protect from the sting of a puck. Yes, playing defense, I have had a good bruise from where they don't cover when I waved my arm in front of a slapshot because I was dumb. Lesson learned, goalies like to get hit with frozen rubber, so leave it to them!

My gloves are CCM tacks. The price was right. Again, I prefer a shorter cuff, so I leave more forearm exposure. It's a tradeoff because I act autistic and constantly fix my jersey when its sleeves interfere with proper-length gloves. Gloves stink to the heavens. Wash your hands before you play. There are products that you can get to keep them a little fresher. My advice is to air those bad boys out as soon as you get home and use a hockey deodorizer. They'll still smell hockey heavenly, don't worry, they'll never be accused of smelling pleasant by family or friends. They will be hands-down the raunchiest gear you own.

My helmet is an out-of-date Reebok with a CCM cage. THE Reebok helmet is basically the CCM one under a different logo. Bauer and CCM fit differently. CCM fits my noggin better. I'd suggest getting used to a cage. Full face visors scratch and fog up. Half visors fog up, and in most leagues, signify the douche on the opposing team.

Hope this helps. Any more questions, ask away!