Full-colour tattoo of Buzz Lightyear from Toy Story, mid-flight with arms raised, on the outer thigh.

Buzz Lightyear flying on a thigh

Thigh · Colour · Photo

A cartoon-style figure of Buzz Lightyear in his white, green and purple space suit is shown flying diagonally upwards, with a jetpack on his back and his arms raised. The image uses bold outlines with smooth colour shading, with highlights on the silver armour and a bright orange-yellow face. The design fills most of the frame against plain skin, with a blurred dark tattoo visible at the right edge.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nobody at Seacrest Guest House had ever seen a plastic space ranger fall off a shelf in silence, so when Dennis knocked the tin figure off the mantelpiece, we all turned round as if it might say something. It didn't. It lay face down on the lino between the teapot and the sugar bowl, one arm flung up, the little jetpack pointing at the ceiling as though it had changed its mind about the whole business.

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"He's fine," said Mrs Pargeter, who ran the place with a clipboard in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other. "They're built for falling." She had said the same about the gulls, the fuse box and her second husband. Dennis picked him up and blew the dust off his visor. I found a purple and green wing badge from a Christmas cracker under the sideboard and pressed it onto the chest where the paint had worn away, and Mrs Pargeter declared the repair officially sound.

We spent the afternoon building a launch ramp out of the dining chairs and a tea tray. Dennis, nine and fearless, insisted the wind off the bay was strong enough. The couple from room four lent us their two rubber ducks as crew. At four o'clock the sea went flat and silver, and the figure went off the tray with a wobble and a whoosh, arms out, up over the hedge and away towards the pier, with Dennis hopping after him in his socks.

He came down in the lobster pots on the harbour wall, one boot in the air, perfectly upright. That evening, when the lamps were lit along the front, Mrs Pargeter set him on the windowsill of room six, facing the water, where the guests could see him from the promenade. "To infinity," she said, and then, because she was Mrs Pargeter, "and not one step further."