I've decided to start publishing the first chapters from the fanfiction story that I'm working on, "Buzz Vs. Woody," now, since I am almost finished writing it anyway. You can see my last post, also, if you want to see pictorial reenactments of what is ahead. I made them with my very own childhood toys!
I am publishing the individual chapters of the story on my Deviant Art page here, and I may publish them on my blog if people request that, though the story is rather long. I wanted to get a head start on publishing it, since my last story, about a transgender Mary Marvel, was very overwhelming to publish all at once.
This story takes place in the Buzz Lightyear of Star Command cartoon universe, though I include as many characters from the Toy Story movies as possible. With a sci-fi setting, they are easy to include. However, there was no older female humanoid character, that I could find, within either the cartoon or movie universes, so I borrowed one from another cartoon space universe. If anyone can tell me who President Winema Wazzo is, without looking it up, I will give them a virtual "Baldy" award--and there's your clue, comic book fans!
So Buzz Lightyear, in this story, is in the same universe as another very famous cartoon character, who also is in the comic books, just like Buzz is in the Toy Story comics. If you really must know whom, look up the name "Winema Wazzo," and then you will find out. :)
As soon as I finish this story, then I will resume my Accelerated Christian Education fan fiction, Pudge And Ronny, which ships two male characters from a conservative Christian comic strip. You can see it on the "Gay Christian Fanfiction" page at the top of this blog, or on my Deviant Art page here.
Showing posts with label Toy Story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Toy Story. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 12, 2016
Sunday, April 10, 2016
When God Takes Away Toy Story: An Unhappy Christian Childhood
When I was about twelve or thirteen, my mother and I started watching shows on the Christian networks about demons and demonic items. And we started getting scared that maybe some of our stuff was demonic, and letting in bad influences. So we got rid of a bunch of stuff, especially Disney stuff, since there was so much witchcraft in Disney films. It hurt--but we thought that's what God wanted.
My mom didn't make me get rid of all this stuff. I bought into all of this just as much as she did, and I was very desperate to have the close, joyful relationship with God that I had always wanted--that was promised to me, if I got born again and REALLY meant it! (Though I get saved, many times--so many times that I eventually sensed a pattern, and stopped because I knew exactly what would happen and was tired of the pattern.)
So I got rid of a lot of things and movies that I had really enjoyed. It was hard to do, but I had to give up everything for God. This world would be hard, if one was a Christian, but it beat the fiery alternative. And I had to love God more than anything, or I was shallow and selfish and not a "real" Christian. I didn't want to be any of those things, either. And I really did want to feel close to God and to please him.
I also got rid of some things that I didn't think were demonic, but that were "idols," I thought, because I loved them and thought about them too much. I got rid of my most precious possessions, my Toy Story toys. I was absolutely miserable--but if this didn't work, then nothing would! I had to find a way to be close to God, or I would never be happy in my relationship with him, and I might even "fall away" and go to hell.
About a year or two later, my mother and I couldn't believe how desperate we had been. And we had not felt any closer to God, for all of our efforts.
"I can't believe I got rid of so many things I loved," I shook my head, in much regret.
"Well, I hope you're not mad at me, but...I kept your Toy Story toys," she said.
I cannot begin to describe how relieved and thankful I was, then! I had them back! There were all of my old friends, who had been with me since I was very little. I even still have the Barney Bag that I have always stored them in!
I remember, before the madness of getting rid of them, that I had stayed up late literally every night, lying in my bed and thinking of new adventures for Woody and Buzz "in real life," where they were humans and not toys. They lived in the nineteenth century, and each had a family. Woody was the sheriff of the town, and they were neighbors. Woody also lived on a farm. He and Bo Peep were married, and he was always trying to catch Jesse James (not Jessie the cowgirl, who was his sister).
Toy Story was the first movie I went to see in the theaters, at five years old, and it literally had set the course for the rest of my life. I obsessed endlessly over two questions: When would Andy find out that his toys were alive? And when would they become real people?
Ninety percent of the time, my cousins and I played one of two games: Batman, and Toy Story. I always had to be Woody, even though I wasn't a boy. I invented such elaborate scenarios that I finally had to suggest that we play "non-stop," where we didn't stop to say something like "and pretend that Jessie James and Zurg were friends..." We never lasted more than one or two minutes like that, but it was fun.
Toy Story was what made me first start writing fiction, if only in my head. And writing fiction remains one of the great passions of my life, even now. It set the course for my entire life. I was still writing stories of Woody and Buzz in my head almost constantly, at twelve years old--and that's why I thought it was an idol and that God was surely displeased.
It's amazing to me now that something that brings me so much joy, could be considered a bad thing. If God is really worth knowing, wouldn't he want me to be happy? And if he doesn't want me to be so happy, is he really worth knowing?
I was taught to distrust my own gut and my own emotions, when they told me what I needed. I was afraid to trust myself and my own judgment, especially about right and wrong. But now I understand that I need to go back to the original source of my inspiration, if I'm going to be happy and fulfilled.
I have a theory on the Toy Story toys actually being haunted/reincarnated, which I published a week or two ago. There may be a flaw in that, because of the multiple Buzz Lightyears in the second movie, but in my opinion, the "second Buzz" had an entirely different personality from the "real" Buzz. So I'm still working on that one.
I also am writing a very long Toy Story fan fiction, about Woody and Buzz falling in love. There are no farms this time; it is set in the Buzz Lightyear of Star Command universe, and Woody is a wanted thief who kidnaps Buzz to sell him to his enemies--and he has made a lot of enemies, as a decorated Space Ranger!
It will be finished soon, and I will publish the chapters on my Deviant Art page--I'll let everyone know here when it is up. I usually like to write an entire story before publishing it, unlike with my other romance story, about the Accelerated Christian Education characters, Pudge and Ronny (that story is on the "Gay Christian Fanfiction" page at the top of the blog, or on my Deviant Art Page). I will continue writing the ACE story soon, too, though I am focusing on Toy Story for now. (I also have another story on my Deviant Art page, about Captain America's sidekick, Bucky, and his sister, a transgender Mary Marvel.)
This fascination with Toy Story may seem silly to a lot of people--but now that I can, I have to listen to my own gut and emotions, when they tell me what's right and wrong, or what I need in my life. There's nothing wrong with loving something, as I've discovered--and love is love, as Woody and Buzz will discover. I plan to include a lot of the other characters from the Toy Story movies, as well. A sci-fi setting, with all of its alien races, is perfect for such things. :)
And I'm especially glad that I still have my absolute, all-time favorite toys, because I've made them reenact some of the scenes in my upcoming story for you here:
My mom didn't make me get rid of all this stuff. I bought into all of this just as much as she did, and I was very desperate to have the close, joyful relationship with God that I had always wanted--that was promised to me, if I got born again and REALLY meant it! (Though I get saved, many times--so many times that I eventually sensed a pattern, and stopped because I knew exactly what would happen and was tired of the pattern.)
So I got rid of a lot of things and movies that I had really enjoyed. It was hard to do, but I had to give up everything for God. This world would be hard, if one was a Christian, but it beat the fiery alternative. And I had to love God more than anything, or I was shallow and selfish and not a "real" Christian. I didn't want to be any of those things, either. And I really did want to feel close to God and to please him.
I also got rid of some things that I didn't think were demonic, but that were "idols," I thought, because I loved them and thought about them too much. I got rid of my most precious possessions, my Toy Story toys. I was absolutely miserable--but if this didn't work, then nothing would! I had to find a way to be close to God, or I would never be happy in my relationship with him, and I might even "fall away" and go to hell.
About a year or two later, my mother and I couldn't believe how desperate we had been. And we had not felt any closer to God, for all of our efforts.
"I can't believe I got rid of so many things I loved," I shook my head, in much regret.
"Well, I hope you're not mad at me, but...I kept your Toy Story toys," she said.
I cannot begin to describe how relieved and thankful I was, then! I had them back! There were all of my old friends, who had been with me since I was very little. I even still have the Barney Bag that I have always stored them in!
I remember, before the madness of getting rid of them, that I had stayed up late literally every night, lying in my bed and thinking of new adventures for Woody and Buzz "in real life," where they were humans and not toys. They lived in the nineteenth century, and each had a family. Woody was the sheriff of the town, and they were neighbors. Woody also lived on a farm. He and Bo Peep were married, and he was always trying to catch Jesse James (not Jessie the cowgirl, who was his sister).
Toy Story was the first movie I went to see in the theaters, at five years old, and it literally had set the course for the rest of my life. I obsessed endlessly over two questions: When would Andy find out that his toys were alive? And when would they become real people?
Ninety percent of the time, my cousins and I played one of two games: Batman, and Toy Story. I always had to be Woody, even though I wasn't a boy. I invented such elaborate scenarios that I finally had to suggest that we play "non-stop," where we didn't stop to say something like "and pretend that Jessie James and Zurg were friends..." We never lasted more than one or two minutes like that, but it was fun.
Toy Story was what made me first start writing fiction, if only in my head. And writing fiction remains one of the great passions of my life, even now. It set the course for my entire life. I was still writing stories of Woody and Buzz in my head almost constantly, at twelve years old--and that's why I thought it was an idol and that God was surely displeased.
It's amazing to me now that something that brings me so much joy, could be considered a bad thing. If God is really worth knowing, wouldn't he want me to be happy? And if he doesn't want me to be so happy, is he really worth knowing?
I was taught to distrust my own gut and my own emotions, when they told me what I needed. I was afraid to trust myself and my own judgment, especially about right and wrong. But now I understand that I need to go back to the original source of my inspiration, if I'm going to be happy and fulfilled.
I have a theory on the Toy Story toys actually being haunted/reincarnated, which I published a week or two ago. There may be a flaw in that, because of the multiple Buzz Lightyears in the second movie, but in my opinion, the "second Buzz" had an entirely different personality from the "real" Buzz. So I'm still working on that one.
I also am writing a very long Toy Story fan fiction, about Woody and Buzz falling in love. There are no farms this time; it is set in the Buzz Lightyear of Star Command universe, and Woody is a wanted thief who kidnaps Buzz to sell him to his enemies--and he has made a lot of enemies, as a decorated Space Ranger!
It will be finished soon, and I will publish the chapters on my Deviant Art page--I'll let everyone know here when it is up. I usually like to write an entire story before publishing it, unlike with my other romance story, about the Accelerated Christian Education characters, Pudge and Ronny (that story is on the "Gay Christian Fanfiction" page at the top of the blog, or on my Deviant Art Page). I will continue writing the ACE story soon, too, though I am focusing on Toy Story for now. (I also have another story on my Deviant Art page, about Captain America's sidekick, Bucky, and his sister, a transgender Mary Marvel.)
This fascination with Toy Story may seem silly to a lot of people--but now that I can, I have to listen to my own gut and emotions, when they tell me what's right and wrong, or what I need in my life. There's nothing wrong with loving something, as I've discovered--and love is love, as Woody and Buzz will discover. I plan to include a lot of the other characters from the Toy Story movies, as well. A sci-fi setting, with all of its alien races, is perfect for such things. :)
And I'm especially glad that I still have my absolute, all-time favorite toys, because I've made them reenact some of the scenes in my upcoming story for you here:
Wednesday, April 6, 2016
My Toy Story Theory: The "Toys" Are Haunted/Reincarnated After Death
The Toy Story toys display many very human characteristics, including
ones associated with having actual human bodies. This is because they
are reincarnated, after their own (human) deaths.
Look at Woody cough in this clip from Toy Story 2.
To cough, you need lungs, a cough reflex, and a system that is affected by dust. If you look closely, you can also see his tongue, even though as a "toy" he does not need a tongue.
In the first movie, at least most of the "human" toys also seem to reenact their own deaths.
Woody is "shot" in the stomach by the Etch-A-Sketch.
Buzz suffocates in the air of a strange planet (and talks about his "eyeballs being sucked from their sockets").
Combat Carl is blown to bits.
Even Bo Peep grabs Woody about the neck with her staff (and Woody talks about how "painful it is--you need nerve endings to feel pain!). This could indicate that she was hanged, perhaps as a witch, or perhaps for a crime--and that she has an obsession with the neck because of it.
RC crashes violently into Buzz, then the back of the moving van.
Potato Head suffers a violent fate, with much dismemberment, towards the end of the first movie. This would explain what kind of body he got after his death, with parts coming off all the time.
Slinky is "dragged" behind a moving van. He was dragged to death, accidentally, in life, when he was tied to a car by his leash and left there (go to about 4:21 into the video).
An alien is torn up by a giant (to him) dog.
The toy soldiers don't need any explanation, or even any reenactments.
In the short "Toy Story of Terror," also, Jessie reenacts her own death by getting into a box--a coffin--where she is afraid of being abandoned and trapped. She was accidentally (or not) buried alive in life, and died in the coffin in which she woke up. I also heard a human heartbeat as a sound effect when I watched it on TV, though I have not been able to find a clip with the heartbeat sound. If my memory serves, and the heartbeat indeed was there, then that would indicate that Jessie has a heart.
In addition, in the first movie, Buzz does not in fact know that he is dead. Woody tries to convince him that he is a "toy," but that is only a polite way to put it. Buzz does not know that he's a toy, because he does not know that he is dead! Therefore, he does not know that he has been reincarnated. Woody is the good guy, who is trying to get Buzz to face and accept his own death.
In the second movie, Woody is hopeful that by touring the world, his memory will live on after his death. Buzz tries to gently convince him to give up thinking about his last life, and focus on this one.
The toys feel pain, are burned, breathe, see, and have "wing erections" (when Buzz sees Jessie jump onto a doorknob to let the dog out, in the second movie, his wings pop open, and some people say that that represents him having an erection). Buzz even gets drunk-- these all things that require a body. They even "die" again every time a human is in the room. Woody and the other toys only overcame the impulse or compulsion to "die" when Buzz was in danger of dying again, perhaps permanently. This compulsion can only be overcome with a very strong will, which is why the toys do not reveal themselves as alive to Andy, even though he is wonderful and they all love him very much. (Did anyone else see the movie as a child, then sit their toys down and explain that it was okay for the toys to come to life in front of them?)
This even explains why Buzz can still fly, even as a toy. He retains a at least a vestige of his abilities from his past life, and he also has a real body.
The only "evidence" against this theory is that in the second movie, Woody's arm is ripped, and we see "stuffing" coming out. However, that is not "stuffing."
That is ectoplasm! They have reincarnated bodies, and so they produce ectoplasm, which the living think is "stuffing." (Some ectoplasm from old-time mediums was described as "resembling cheesecloth" or other, similar materials.) This ectoplasm is what the living see, rather than the real muscles and blood underneath.
The toys reenact their own deaths. So even if they have bodies, why would they not produce ectoplasm? They are not truly living beings in the same way we are, after all. This is an afterlife, a kind of living death.
Look at Woody cough in this clip from Toy Story 2.
To cough, you need lungs, a cough reflex, and a system that is affected by dust. If you look closely, you can also see his tongue, even though as a "toy" he does not need a tongue.
In the first movie, at least most of the "human" toys also seem to reenact their own deaths.
Woody is "shot" in the stomach by the Etch-A-Sketch.
Buzz suffocates in the air of a strange planet (and talks about his "eyeballs being sucked from their sockets").
Combat Carl is blown to bits.
Even Bo Peep grabs Woody about the neck with her staff (and Woody talks about how "painful it is--you need nerve endings to feel pain!). This could indicate that she was hanged, perhaps as a witch, or perhaps for a crime--and that she has an obsession with the neck because of it.
RC crashes violently into Buzz, then the back of the moving van.
Potato Head suffers a violent fate, with much dismemberment, towards the end of the first movie. This would explain what kind of body he got after his death, with parts coming off all the time.
Slinky is "dragged" behind a moving van. He was dragged to death, accidentally, in life, when he was tied to a car by his leash and left there (go to about 4:21 into the video).
An alien is torn up by a giant (to him) dog.
The toy soldiers don't need any explanation, or even any reenactments.
In the short "Toy Story of Terror," also, Jessie reenacts her own death by getting into a box--a coffin--where she is afraid of being abandoned and trapped. She was accidentally (or not) buried alive in life, and died in the coffin in which she woke up. I also heard a human heartbeat as a sound effect when I watched it on TV, though I have not been able to find a clip with the heartbeat sound. If my memory serves, and the heartbeat indeed was there, then that would indicate that Jessie has a heart.
In addition, in the first movie, Buzz does not in fact know that he is dead. Woody tries to convince him that he is a "toy," but that is only a polite way to put it. Buzz does not know that he's a toy, because he does not know that he is dead! Therefore, he does not know that he has been reincarnated. Woody is the good guy, who is trying to get Buzz to face and accept his own death.
In the second movie, Woody is hopeful that by touring the world, his memory will live on after his death. Buzz tries to gently convince him to give up thinking about his last life, and focus on this one.
The toys feel pain, are burned, breathe, see, and have "wing erections" (when Buzz sees Jessie jump onto a doorknob to let the dog out, in the second movie, his wings pop open, and some people say that that represents him having an erection). Buzz even gets drunk-- these all things that require a body. They even "die" again every time a human is in the room. Woody and the other toys only overcame the impulse or compulsion to "die" when Buzz was in danger of dying again, perhaps permanently. This compulsion can only be overcome with a very strong will, which is why the toys do not reveal themselves as alive to Andy, even though he is wonderful and they all love him very much. (Did anyone else see the movie as a child, then sit their toys down and explain that it was okay for the toys to come to life in front of them?)
This even explains why Buzz can still fly, even as a toy. He retains a at least a vestige of his abilities from his past life, and he also has a real body.
The only "evidence" against this theory is that in the second movie, Woody's arm is ripped, and we see "stuffing" coming out. However, that is not "stuffing."
That is ectoplasm! They have reincarnated bodies, and so they produce ectoplasm, which the living think is "stuffing." (Some ectoplasm from old-time mediums was described as "resembling cheesecloth" or other, similar materials.) This ectoplasm is what the living see, rather than the real muscles and blood underneath.
The toys reenact their own deaths. So even if they have bodies, why would they not produce ectoplasm? They are not truly living beings in the same way we are, after all. This is an afterlife, a kind of living death.
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