be careful with what series you watch/read during emotional points in your life because they will forever contain a ghost of your past self within it now
Another doodle dump, mostly trio shennanigans. I know they were menaces to the toybox, or at the very least the prides were and buzz was there to make sure things didnt get too out of hand. The sad woody is right after bo left, i feel like theyd spend a bit more time with him after to cheer him up.
actually I think you should be normal about ordinary citizens of authoritarian countries and yes that applies even to that country you're thinking of right now
"but they support [dictator] and [violent action]!" okay is it possible that a combination of propaganda, election rigging, and authoritarian crackdowns on dissent could lead a population to look like it supports something most people would find distasteful under more reasonable circumstances
Love love love that Grace is staring at the "who would you die for?" line on his whiteboard right before Rocky shows up in his xenonite container. Yes hello here is someone so important to you that you would sacrifice your life for him. He's in a hamster ball on your doorstep and he's about to run into your spaceship and insult your house and wreck your shit. You would die for him in every lifetime, and only because of that do you end up living.
You took the time to memorize me/
My fears, my hopes and dreams/
I just like hanging out with you/
All the time/
All those times that you didn't leave/
It's been occurring to me/
I'd like to hang out with you/
For my whole life
***
I love y'all but I do not understand shipping her with the toilet paper with pee and poop buttons. It did put a funny scenario in my head though.
Ao3
The school year had its upsides. It was bittersweet for Jessie to see Bonnie head off to third grade without her in her backpack, but mostly she was proud. She’d be there for Bonnie when she got home, and until then, she’d have more time for her friends. Thanks to Lily, that included the ones outside of the house.
She was on a video call with the AAs, catching them up on Bonnie’s newest storylines. Most of those involving her and Buzz kept them as a couple in some capacity, which Snappy thought was very romantic. Smarty said that Blaze was also a stickler for continuity, and if Jessie was back at the ranch house for a visit, they’d have to tamp down the vague flirtation between their spy personas. That was the exact moment Buzz happened to walk by, and Smarty, Atlas, and Snappy all burst out laughing at his confused expression. Jessie tried to stifle her own, but a snort escaped her.
Lily got a mischievous look in her eyes. “Better hope he’s not the jealous type.”
“Trust me,” said Smarty as his smile dropped. “I would sooner throw myself in a sewer. A real sewer. And I’m not just saying that because your husband tried to disassemble me for making a poop joke that one time.”
“It was a high-stress situation,” Buzz called from a few yards away, straining as he and Dolly tried to pull one of the aliens out of a mason jar that their head was stuck inside.
Atlas hopped into frame to tell them that the Manoukians were almost home. Snappy hopped up to the window and said, “They’re just over the hill.”
“Heh. Kinda like you guys.”
Jessie rolled her eyes.
“Lily, you’re not letting this one play games on you, right?”
“Couldn’t if I wanted to,” said Jessie, and demonstrated by tapping Lily’s screen and making absolutely nothing happen.
“Good,” he said. “She’ll be messing with your buttons for hours. It’s scary.”
Atlas and Snappy just stared at him. Jessie winced. Every one of Bonnie’s toys within earshot turned toward her and Lily. The alien popped out of the jar, and it got quiet.
“Yeah, I heard it soon as I said it,” Smarty deadpanned.
“Smarty,” Jessie said, “if I could throw up right now, I would.”
“We call that ‘number three,’” he said, and the number appeared on his screen as he extended the blue sticky hand to hang up. Lily deleted the call from her history.
Jessie turned around. Most of the toys thought it was funny, and it kind of was. Buzz’s eyes were wide with bemusement.
Jessie let out an exasperated sigh. “You’re not serious,” she said.
“I didn’t say anything,” he said, putting his hands up defensively.
“Uh, Buzz…?” said Dolly.
Trixie spoke next, with a blend of teasing and genuine concern. “You do know that’s a fake roll of toilet paper?”
Jessie had come over to join them, and she rested her elbow on Buzz’s shoulder with a familiar smirk.
“Yes, I know that,” he said, and shot Trixie an especially irritated look.
“Oh, yeah,” said Mr. Potatohead. “It’s the real dry goods ya gotta watch out for. Nearly lost the missus to a paper bag with googly eyes once.”
“Don’t worry about it, Buzz,” said Buttercup. “You see how thin the guy is? He’s two-ply at most.”
Dolly raised an eyebrow. “Jessie’d never go for less than three.”
Jessie nodded and kissed Buzz on the cheek. That got her a half-smile from him, and may have helped to defuse the situation, but it would still take a while for the others to lay off him.
***
“You need me to say it out loud, don’t you.”
Buzz was sitting on a book in the closet, leaning over with an elbow on his knee. Jessie sat on the floor next to him.
Bonnie had decided that night that another toy should have a turn in the bed, and had fallen asleep with her arms wrapped around Mr. Pricklepants. The closet door was cracked open so the nightlight spilled in, and Buzz and Jessie were at their normal routine of talking about their days in there. They almost always did this on nights that Bonnie picked up a different toy at bedtime.
Jessie smirked. “I’d rest easier.”
Buzz sighed. “I am not jealous of the plastic toilet paper.”
“Good,” she said, failing to suppress a chuckle. “You really woulda outdone yourself there.”
“I wasn’t jealous of the kiddie meal toy, either.”
“You were annoyed.”
“With most things he did.”
“Yeah, I wasn’t exactly a fan. But that’s not who I was talkin’ about.”
He heaved a sigh. “Or of myself.”
“Well…”
“Jessie,” he said, standing up. “I still say, if demo mode isn’t really me, neither is Spanish mode.”
“I dunno,” she said, her eyes half-lidded. “Ya got a lot in common with that one.” She didn’t rehash the discussion now, but she had maintained for the last four years that that was some side of him coming out in full force. Throughout the whole ordeal, she’d just wanted the rest of him back, too.
He was pacing back and forth now. “That one thought a dumpster was an aircraft hangar.”
“Also thought I had a thing for Woody.”
Buzz stopped and grimaced, and it occurred to Jessie that she may have forgotten to tell him that part. To his credit, he certainly wasn’t jealous hearing it now. Anyone else who knew them would have the same reaction.
"Anyway, you don't have a posable leg to stand on. You're the one whose ex crashed our wedding." She looked up at him with feigned indignance.
He wanted to laugh, she could tell.
“It’s kinda cute, ya know,” she said, laughing and standing up to eye level. “But they’re all so crazy, I don’t know which one takes first prize.”
“Exactly,” he said, “that’s all it is. It’s a...strange image.”
“Hey, if it helps, I can promise you none of my many suitors ever got to –”
In a split second, she was near parallel to the floor in his arms, and he was looking down at her with a smug grin.
“Got to what?”
She looked him up and down and wondered how long he’d been planning this. As flustered as she could still get him, this was perhaps his only way of getting her back for it. He was rarely quick enough to make the first move with her, but he knew how attractive it was when he could pull it off. Her smile would grow bigger and she could never stop the breathy giggle that she'd be embarrassed by with anyone else. It was the closest she would ever get to swooning (the same couldn’t be said for him).
They rarely kissed the way they had at the overpass. There wasn’t any need to. It only really happened when emotions were running high, or if it had been a long time since their last moment alone. That didn’t mean they didn’t kiss. Just that, on a normal day, they didn’t kiss like that. It was, in some small part, because she wanted to maintain her element of surprise. She wouldn’t want him to get used to her.
She was reminded now that it could never happen to her, either. She could be comfortable, reliant, trusting with him, sure. But never so used to him that she didn’t have to catch her breath when he took the lead like this.
So she wrapped her arms around his neck and let him be the first to lean in.
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