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Well Howdy there Suga! How ya doin? The name's Jessie Lightyear. I'm guessin you're thinking you've seen me from somewhere, right? Well, truth is, i used to be a doll. Funny aint it? But look at me now! Sure is strange the things that can happen with some Magic and a few good folks huh? Now, let me just set some guide lines.
-Ya dont mess with me
-Ya dont mess with my friends
-Ya DONT mess with my Daddy,
-And ya DON'T mess with my husband.
If any of these rules are broken...we're gonna have problems. Ya hear?
This is an independent roleplay blog based off the Character Jessie in the Toy Story Movies.
Icon isn't mine, here's the link!
The Story Behind the Redhead (Biography)
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synlet-syndrome:
Today, I finally decided to take note of just how expansive the Tumblr RP community really is; and it’s mind boggling. We have every single fandom, from every single part of the world, every time zone, every type of household, every background, every kind of writing style, language, clique, personality, age, appearance, and health, and we all seem to take it for granted.
There are the Groups, and the Independents. There are the serious, competitive writers, then there are the goofy, flowy writers. Then there are those who don’t talk unless they’re confronted. I don’t know about you guys, but I don’t normally talk to anyone outside my comfort zone. I try to RP with other people, but doesn’t it seem a bit difficult? It’s frightening to make a starter, to begin something you know everyone who follows not only you, but who follows them, will see it. It’s scary, I know, but it’s a good feeling when it turns out right.
Tumblr Role-Players are something of their own. We’re a community, a family, a coercion of best friends and pathetic enemies who fight each others battles and love even when we’re not needed. We update our writing skills from our partners, and constantly ensure they know how much we love them. We don’t know what we’d do without Tumblr, and we’d rather not think about it, but I know for a fact that we’ve all had that panic attack when the “We’re Sorry,” screen appears on our Dashboards on Friday nights, the subliminal fear of never RP’ing again flashing through our minds.
And boy, don’t get me started on the shippings.
Then there’s the fear of your friends finding out; your family, your significant other finding out and freaking out, disowning you, or even committing you. You wouldn’t understand this fear unless you were a role-player- the fear of not being accepted, being disregarded and never talked too. Tumblr is a place where we escape, where great, insane minds who feel they’re alone come and find out that there are hundreds of thousands who are just like them. Tumblr isn’t just a hobby, it isn’t just a social networking sight, it’s home for some people. And there’s no place like home.
(via makemineacubsandwich)
whydontyoudoright:
rootintootinrowdycowgirl:
whydontyoudoright:
 rootintootinrowdycowgirl replied to your post:ooc -
ooc: kjfnvkfjgnb ROGERS GONE?? ;;
Yes! D: And not a word on the account or on DRP’s. I’m a little sad. I liked writing with him.
Not sure what to do with Jess atm. I think she’d be devastated but there’s been enough Jess-Devistation going on. Erf. I’m afraid to pile it on too much.
ooc: God…that sucks. :/ Well, if you don’t wanna do that, perhaps you could do something like-he’s just on a business trip?
ooc - WOW I HATE OPERA. Clears my posts EVERY time. Anyway!
Yeah, him being at ‘the movies’ or ‘filming’ or ‘adventuring’ with Herman has been sort’ve my constant fallback. Oops! Didn’t actually think the conversation Jess and Faci had about her being so damn lonely would come to fruition, but here we are. »;
ooc: ;________; *pets* I’m sure someone’ll pick ‘im up soon-just to RP with you if nothing else. xD :3
whydontyoudoright:
rootintootinrowdycowgirl replied to your post: ooc -
ooc: kjfnvkfjgnb ROGERS GONE?? ;;
Yes! D: And not a word on the account or on DRP’s. I’m a little sad. I liked writing with him.
Not sure what to do with Jess atm. I think she’d be devastated but there’s been enough Jess-Devistation going on. Erf. I’m afraid to pile it on too much.
ooc: God…that sucks. :/ Well, if you don’t wanna do that, perhaps you could do something like-he’s just on a business trip?
Fuck. You.
ooc: LOOK WAT BELLE SUBMITTED GUISE.
ISNT SHE NICE.
ooc: AND THERE YOU HAVE IT. THE LIGHTYEARS ARE GETTING A DIVORCE.
Getting Lost
spacerangerbuzzlightyear:
rootintootinrowdycowgirl:
Jessie had sat there as Buzz pleaded and begged, still lost in her own world of anguish. Like a cruel psychopath she stared blank as her husband writhed and screamed- calling out for help as a fire of neglect and affliction charred him, burnt out his heart. Scarred him. She didn’t do a single thing. But under the pained mask of neutrality, she was drowning in lamentation. If she had the energy to cry those bitter tears that were within, she would.
She would tell him how horrible she was, how sorry she was for making him feel so…worthless. She’d tell him that she loved him more than anything, but how could she bare to look him in the eye? How could he expect her to face him when she had let him down so much? She couldn’t hold him, she didn’t deserve to. She didn’t hold the right to be his comfort, his joy. He needed to let her be in her own misery, to forget her, to finally find happiness.
Slowly, she rose up, arms trembling beneath her as she supported her weight under her. She was doing this for him, and only him. Right now she couldn’t think of how she felt about it, she didn’t deserve that much. She had caused enough trouble. For once in your goddamned life Jess…forget about yourself and do what’s right for Buzz.
When put in those terms, it should have been simple, easy. But as she stood there, a pathetic, ever-thinning weak bag of bones, she couldn’t seem to get the words out. She was trembling with the effort it took to stand up, head beginning to rush. Why was her throat so dry? She opened her mouth to perhaps coax those 4 words out of her mouth, but they seemed stuck in her throat, clinging to anything they could- their silent sign to their master not to summon them. To send them back into the grief clouded depths of her mind. And for a moment, she almost gave into their resistance. She almost collapsed into a heap then and there, letting out about two months of hidden grief out in the open in front of him. But with what seemed to be the last bit of willpower she possessed in her being, she refused. And with all the strength she summoned in her body, she pushed out those four words that were to be her death sentence. All for the sake of a better life for her sweet, gentle Buzz Daniel Lightyear.
“I want a divorce.”
As soon as the words rolled of his tongue, he regretted it.
He knew she was hurting horribly. He felt it too. And this… this was just her way of coping. Just like her bottled things up, refusing to let anyone see him venerable, it was how she was dealing with it all. He wouldn’t want her to yell at him for that. And although she did need to eat more, it was completely unnecessary of him to go off on her, especially in time like this. God, why did he do that…
Awkward silence screaming throughout the air, Buzz ran and hand through his hair, shifting uncomfortably before finding the apology. “L-Look- I-I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean it. I just-”
Creak of the chair interrupting him, the ranger looked up, surprised to see her, rising to her feet. She almost never moved unless he made her go take an occasional shower, or go try and eat a scrap of food. And yet, here she was, willingly standing on her bony feet, her body shaking from the atrophy of her muscles and lack of precious nutrients. Buzz has almost reached out to help her stand, but then thought again when he realized he wasn’t allowed to do that anymore.
As she attempted to choke the words out, Buzz swallowed hard. She hadn’t spoken to him in 6 weeks. 3 days. 16 hours. Part of him was nothing but terrified what she was trying to muster, but the other half didn’t care. He was going to hear her voice. She could yell at him for all he cared. At least she would have broken the no-talking barrier that had been building up tall and strong for 6 weeks. Then they would be able to start working on everything else. Eating, maybe even full meals. Then looking at him. Then, if he was lucky, having actual conversations. Kinda like they did before. Yeah. Having a conversation with her… that sounded… nice.
Waiting wide eyed for the words to slips past her lips, the last thing Buzz Lightyear expected was:
“I want a divorce.”
Heart dropping into his stomach, shattering, and knocking the wind out of him, Buzz blinked, brows furrowing. “W-what… What do you- What do mean Jess?” he chocked out, only to have her response be blank and non existent just as before. Back to square one.
She wanted a divorce. Had that been what this was all about? At least partially? The no talking? No eating? How long had she wanted this? When did she fall out of love with him? God, was she ever in love with him? S-She married him right, she had to be. Where along the line did he mess up? What did he do? Why wasn’t he smart enough to fix it? She acted so happy… so happy when she was pregnant. He thought he made her happy. He thought she was happy. Unless… Oh God… Unless she wasn’t. Had she been happy? Or was it just a cover up? Had she released she had made a mistake on him too late and not wanted to be a single mother, so she just kept him around to help support her and her baby? But now… she wasn’t pregnant. And she never would be according to the medics. There was no use the hide her true feelings anymore. Was this why she was so suddenly disgusted by him?
“Jess…” he whispered to her, biting his lip hard and fighting the tears back, his azure blues glazed and hurt. “Please- I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m trying my best- I didn’t- I-I-”
Nothing.
“O-Ok. I-I… um. I- If you want me to then, I-I’ll-um…” he nodded, looking at the ground eyes avoiding her, knowing a second more looking at her would be too much. “I’ll go then. I’ll leave you alone.”
Slipping past the table and to the door, gaze glued the ground, the first of many tears spilled over the Captian’s eyelid, rolling down his flushed pink cheek a the cool night breeze hit him.
That was the day Jessie lost everything. Hearing his voice, the way he began to beg. It would have perhaps been much more humane for her if he had just yelled at her and told her he hated her, storming out. But he had to whimper out in the terrified, hurt voice he had. The one that she and only she had came to know. Just one more scar from her, one she’d never be able to fix or kiss away.
Hearing those footsteps as he walked towards the door, she expected to feel herself run after him. She could see herself stumbling over her feet. Tears spilling down her face until she finally reached him, clutching the thin fabric of his shirt. He quickly caught her, right as she was about to fall. He held her close to him, and he buried his face into his hair, like he had done so many times before. She could feel the familiar rhythm of his heartbeat dancing erratically under her finger tips. His sweet scent filling her nose as she buried her face into his shoulder. Everything being as it should.
The slam of the door brought Jessica Jane Lightyear back to reality. Where there was no gentle giant embracing her tightly to him, shielding her from everything around them. There was no heartbeat under her fingertips or scent in her nostrils. She was alone. Completely and Totally alone. And as she collapsed onto the floor, staring ahead of her as the sun began to set deeper, horrid darkness beginning to fill the ever-shrinking room, staring at where her whole world had stood just minuets ago.
She didn’t shed a single tear.
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