The "I don't want to talk about AI" thread, and the new topic is: we're not talking about Hobbit feet anymore

You may not know about the latest Darwin-grade stupidity in NYC - subway train surfing. I think it's one of those really bad behaviors for bragging rights on TikTok. The idiots climb on top. Pick the wrong route and/or not duck in time?
Is that new? I've heard stories about that for decades.
 
We are in very different spaces..... There's an old bridge near the house I grew up in. We'd all jump off it into the river below until one guy landed on a turtle and broke his foot. Pretty sure the turtle fared worse, but, trains???
They like to go swimming on their days off. Blow off a little steam.

More seriously: hilly countryside, sunken railway tracks, old roads and stone bridges.
 
Do you ever wonder if hobbits go through different fashions regarding their foot hair? Like some decades they let it grow all full and bushy, but then suddenly it has to be trimmed, or shaved completely. And then maybe shaved into strips or patterns. Dyed, even.

"No, Ellie Proudfoot isn't a natural blonde. Just look at her feet!" or "I don't care whether it's natural or not, you hippy, it's just not hygienic!"
 
Do you ever wonder if hobbits go through different fashions regarding their foot hair? Like some decades they let it grow all full and bushy, but then suddenly it has to be trimmed, or shaved completely. And then maybe shaved into strips or patterns. Dyed, even.

"No, Ellie Proudfoot isn't a natural blonde. Just look at her feet!" or "I don't care whether it's natural or not, you hippy, it's just not hygienic!"
Hobbit foot 1990s style landing strips 🤣
 
Do you ever wonder if hobbits go through different fashions regarding their foot hair? Like some decades they let it grow all full and bushy, but then suddenly it has to be trimmed, or shaved completely. And then maybe shaved into strips or patterns. Dyed, even.

"No, Ellie Proudfoot isn't a natural blonde. Just look at her feet!" or "I don't care whether it's natural or not, you hippy, it's just not hygienic!"
Interesting combination of fetish, voyeurism, and fantasy. I know just the cat to write it... Ahem, ahem... :)
 
Interesting combination of fetish, voyeurism, and fantasy. I know just the cat to write it... Ahem, ahem... :)
With the Fan Fic challenge coming up in September, I'm tempted, I'm tempted. A Dwarf has grown up with stories about the bushy feet of Hobbit women, only by the time he makes it to the Shire the fashion has turned to waxing. Luckily he finds one Hobbit woman who has no time for that kind of nonsense and just lets her foothair grow. Only she doesn't have time for pervy Dwarves either...

In caverns dark, in days of old,
Of furry feet the tales were told,
Of lads so keen and maids so fair
And of their long and luscious hair
The curls that thick and teeming grow
From ankle to the furthest toe...

 
With the Fan Fic challenge coming up in September, I'm tempted, I'm tempted. A Dwarf has grown up with stories about the bushy feet of Hobbit women, only by the time he makes it to the Shire the fashion has turned to waxing. Luckily he finds one Hobbit woman who has no time for that kind of nonsense and just lets her foothair grow. Only she doesn't have time for pervy Dwarves either...

In caverns dark, in days of old,
Of furry feet the tales were told,
Of lads so keen and maids so fair
And of their long and luscious hair
The curls that thick and teeming grow
From ankle to the furthest toe...

And the scandal when he finally succeeded in wooing her and she showed up in public with her foot hair braided with beads and metal bands...
 
With the Fan Fic challenge coming up in September, I'm tempted, I'm tempted. A Dwarf has grown up with stories about the bushy feet of Hobbit women, only by the time he makes it to the Shire the fashion has turned to waxing. Luckily he finds one Hobbit woman who has no time for that kind of nonsense and just lets her foothair grow. Only she doesn't have time for pervy Dwarves either...

In caverns dark, in days of old,
Of furry feet the tales were told,
Of lads so keen and maids so fair
And of their long and luscious hair
The curls that thick and teeming grow
From ankle to the furthest toe...

I hate you so much right now.
 
Well, from the bridge incident we were. From life not so much. I had a story about me and him on here once, but the short version is: I have some serious regrets about how our friendship progressed and choices I made where different choices could've resulted in a better outcome for him. I was stuck on his friends and parents absolutely hating me and thinking he was better off without me in his life. I might've been right or wrong, I'll never know if different choices would've actually changed anything.
For 2026 I'm going to ask Santa for the ability to hug you telepathically.
 
For 2026 I'm going to ask Santa for the ability to hug you telepathically.
I'm fine, I swear.

Generally speaking, if enough shitty things happen to you in your life, you kinda just roll with it eventually and come to expect everything to go horribly wrong.

It makes the times that go right both a wonderful reprieve from what you're used to, and the most terrifying experiences of your life because you suddenly have something to lose again.

But that's life, right? Fear and love, life and loss, learning how to fail alongside learning how to excel.

The hard part is being willing to live on that upper ledge where the fall back to the bottom is so much more difficult to recover from. Trying to convince people that it's safer for you to exist somewhere the expectations for you don't meet your true potential or ability is difficult because others want to see you succeed and know your capabilities, but also don't understand just how many times you've fallen and how shaky your legs are every time you stand up again.

Eventually, you stop standing up and just stay where you are because it's getting harder and harder to reach previous heights. Not that you can't, just that it's harder to keep wanting that height of excellence. Because when you do, others *want* you to fall again because they don't think you deserve to be on or above their level despite your proven capabilities. And you just don't give enough fucks to keep proving yourself over and over again. So, you write sad smut and vent to anonymous strangers because WTF are they gonna do about it if you eventually just decide to lay down and look at the sky instead of getting up again?

Particularly when you can say something like "The moon is pretty tonight." And someone will go outside, look, and see something they really haven't appreciated enough in life while it brings a sense of connection to the person who suggested it even if you don't know them personally. Because you know they saw it, too. And they gave you the idea to stop and appreciate something that is always there but you don't always think about.

And then they've left a mark on you and when you look at the moon that connection still exists even if they don't. So, you continue that idea and find it to be a form of expressing something you don't always know how to express. And eventually you realize each time they told you the moon was pretty and convinced you to go look at it, they were expressing love the only safe way they knew how to.

I forgot where I was going with this and went off on a tangent.
 
What about a Hobbit with a boot fetish?
Being short and normally shoeless, I can imagine they'd view anything with an elevated heel as scandalous. Hobbit dom(me)s would probably wear them as a badge or an advertisement of sorts.
As much as Sam loved Bill the pony, one wonders if Rosie Cotton was amenable to being a 'pony Hobbit' and letting Mayor Gamgee ride her.
 
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