Space Jimmy — T-Shirt (Black/White Collection)
Meet Space Jimmy, the immortal menace who grins at gravity. His galaxy-tangled hair and glittering red lenses land hard on Gildan 64000 ringspun cotton for everyday comfort and viral-ready style. Finished with the blood-red Die Jimmy Die signature, this tee is cosmic-core, gothic-romance, meme culture streetwear—built to trend and built to last.
Why you’ll wear it: it sparks DMs, nods, and inside jokes. For fans of cult lore, dark humor, and alt fashion, this shirt says you know the saga—and you’re here for every resurrection.
- Gildan 64000 — 100% ringspun cotton, 4.5oz (soft, breathable, durable)
- High-detail DTG print — crisp lines, vivid reds, no cracking/fading
- Unisex retail fit (S–3XL) — true to size, tear-away label
- Artwork: “Space Jimmy” — official DJD saga piece
- Colorways: Black tee / White tee with black line art & red accents
- Care: Cold wash, inside out. Air or low tumble dry.
What Fellow Fans Are Saying
“Space Jimmy on a tee? The red lenses glitter IRL. Strangers either smirk or whisper ‘Team Jimmy.’ Fit is great—this one’s stuck in my orbit.”
“Soft shirt, cosmic print. Wore it to a show and got so many nods from people who knew the saga. Instantly felt like part of a secret constellation.”
“My mom said, ‘Those glasses look dangerous.’ Mission accomplished. The art pops, the cotton is comfy, and I feel like I stole Jimmy’s spaceship.”
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Frankie’s Diary — Chapter: Gravity Cheats
Day 21.
He drifted in like a comet I swore I’d never chase again—shades burning red suns, hair alive with static, smile carved for the void. Space Jimmy. The universe’s favorite trick.
I told myself not to look, not to let the orbit catch me. But the tilt of him, the way the room bent toward his grin— I felt the pull in my ribs before I could steady the sightline. My vow was gravity; his lenses were the stars.
For a breath, I hated how my heart whispered too the stars and beyond!. For a breath, I fell in love all over again.
But promises don’t burn out like meteors. I held steady. He doesn’t know death is just a layover. I do.
If he rises tomorrow, so will I—eyes sharp, vow unbroken. Die, Jimmy, Die. Even if the cosmos tries to trick me.
