The Loss of a Teardrop Diamond: pick me up and sling me over your shoulder like those bags of grain pls (edit to title after watching through: Men are stupid)
I’ve never done a complete 180° flip on characters like this in a movie before. Let’s go through it, shall we?
This movie did NOT offer subtitles, and I’d be lying if I said it was easy to understand the southern accents without them. And that’s with my keen ability to understand a Pittsburgh accent, which is arguably worse at times.
Absolutely wild, but when do I not exaggerate and say that? This is somewhat of a play-by-play of what was going through my mind as I watched.
First off, CE was to die for in the movie. I don’t know exactly what it was about it (I know exactly what it was) but I fell in love. Country accent Chris Evans is something else, but Boston accent is much better. But this is a good look, I like it.
Such a simple man with a good heart, and smart enough to get a scholarship to ole miss!? He seemed decent, and the acting was actually pretty good.
The little clueless look of mild discomfort on his face the whole time was so adorable. Any time he was at a party or visiting his mother. I also took note of the way this disappeared as soon as he was home with his dad. As soon as he was in his domain and in control. This is me commending his ability to portray that dichotomy of environments.
But fr, like, how does everyone know who he is and not say anything about him being poor?
I love the way he turned down Caroline at the dance tho. He very obviously does not want to be there, but isn’t that the point? But that statement about him being hired by Fisher struck an alarm for me. Is she almost fetishizing the poor boy?
Fishy is outta left field. It’s unfortunate she’s been forced into this kind of a life, but she’s… a lot.
Also, it’s movies like this that remind me how much the south lags in terms of modernity and stays rooted in tradition sometimes. Like, if you think about it, this takes place at a very similar time as to when Steeb was growing up in Brooklyn in cap, but like, it’s totally worlds away.
Omg, not him hinting at being an escort to make ends meet and get his mom better. He’s ready to sell his soul and body to this girl for his ma and a condition that can’t really heal.
Vinnie definitely saw the diamond in the driveway. I saw her look down when she first saw Jimmy.
Omg not Jimmy having a condom on him during that strip search. Iolllllll
Also also, not the assisted suicide. This lady on her death bed is really spitting facts. It’s a rude awakening for dear Fishy. She knows how much she loves Jimmy and knows that really should be her number one concern.
Poor thing is just peculiar and no one gets her. But to be fair, she does not make it easy.
Fishy, have fun in Europe. You deserve it. You need to get outta this town. It’s not for you. Rip. She doesn’t leave.
I JUST SQUEALED. The way he backed her up against that wall when she’s talking about the way he dresses. I’m gonna throw up. Do that to me. Please. Oop. She struck a nerve talking about his father.
The boys in the yard absolutely suck. All boys in this movie suck.
Why does Jimmy like Vinnie so much? Everyone else very evidently does not.
Dude, tbh the postman game makes me uncomfortable. No need for all this young adult fornication is too much.
I get it’s Halloween, but these costumes and masks are fucking creepy as hell. I didn’t sign up for Fishy’s opium fever dream. She is good at playing the piano tho. Poor thing is in pain.
I FUCKING KNEW IT. Vinnie sucks. And Jimmy just slept with her!!! I’m CRYING. THIS IS SO FUCKED UP. I CANT BELIEVE YOU JUST DID THAT, JIMMY. I BLAME BOTH OF YOU, LITTLE BITCHES. (This was very evidently the moment of the switch-up. Little horny bastardized ruining everything. Keep it in your pants until you have the full story.) (I’m not hating on him for sleeping with Vinnie, I’m hating on him for not seeing Vinnie’s poor character sooner.)
Fisher, you’re a queen, calling Jimmy a scared little boy in the dark. Jimmy, you ARE such a stupid little boy. No way you like these people even though you say you do. Everyone here sucks. This all is making me soupy saddy in the bad way.
Not her saying Jimmy is like god to her. Fishy!!!! You know nothing of what he’s done.
He convinced Vinnie to give back the Diamond. I TOLD YOU knew that she stole it. I really don’t know what he saw in her. Sure, no shame in being poor, but she still kinda sucks
Now that Jimmy is driving Fishy home, he’s still being a little bitch. Check yourself, boy, I swear.
Ohhhhhh. He didn’t want to be with Fisher bc he thinks she can do better than him? I mean, agreed, but that’s still no excuse for your immorality.
They both know she doesn’t belong, but she’s got a lot to stay for. Use your Paris education to fix the world, girl!!!
Despite Jimmy’s amusement of Fisher at the first party and his confession at the end, she still does not get enough credit besides the one lady on her deathbed
Poor Fisher knows no one will ever love her or see her for who she truly is. This is so sad. So I guess he finally kissed her at the levee? What an unsatisfying ending. Fishy deserves the world and Jimmy is such a BOY😭🙄.
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never forget...
read again?
no you did not see me repost this, shh
hemlo!! thank ya'll so so much for enjoying this lil comic series!! i know it's been a year since the first part, but most importantly i finished it 💀✨️
every single tags ya'll leave on me posts and past questions i recieve about this au is super appreciated, they make me smile the widest you have no clue!! im just a lil mad at myself that i couldn't expand on this au more so yall could have had more crumbs. irl stuff happened + still getting the hang of drawing and socializing again after years of doing neither of those 😭
but still, im glad i could share this comfort comic i made for myself, and for you guys too. it's a pretty personal one despite the characters not being mine 😅 i hope that you can walk away from this story believing (entirely or not) that someone out there still thinks of you, whether they're from a late/absent loved one who still wants the best for you or a dear friend who will make room in their hearts for you. life will never not be hard, but if you keep them close to your heart, adulting will be bearable 🫂
thank you so much for reading 💕
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one theory i have for the canary curse breaking, that i havent really seen from anyone else, is that it's because of joel.
back in limited life, joel wanted to break the curse so badly. after jimmy fell, joel said he would have sacrificed himself just so jim wouldn't be first out again.
i think the watchers heard that. i think they noticed.
now we see secret life. we see joel being the one to pull jimmy out of his grave, at the early funeral.
we see joel sending lizzie after scott, only for her to fall in the void, and die first.
we see jimmy being the very next one out.
now, that looks to me like a wish gone wrong. the watchers saw joel wanted the curse broken. they saw he wanted a sacrifice. so they took everything from him except for his life.
he got what he wanted. jimmy wasn't first out. was losing his wife, his best friend, and his ally all in one episode not worth it?
the watchers feed on negative emotions. a joel who had lost everything, sent his own wife to her death, yet still technically got what he wanted in the most horrible way.... that's a feast.
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He’s out there again.
Rain whips against the windows, the dusk sky blotted out by dark, swirling clouds. He’s standing there— you can see him, out in the storm, looking blankly up at the old rickety mineshaft in the hillside.
You step outside. All at once, your senses are overwhelmed by the howling wind buffeting your ears. You flatten them down slightly, standing on the covered porch.
“Jimmy!” You shout to him. He doesn’t turn. Glancing up, you think the storm will only get worse.
“Jimmy,” you call again, “what are you doing? Come inside!!”
A strong gust of wind staggers Jimmy slightly, his feet sinking into the muddy ground as he steadies himself.
Of course.
You take a deep breath, then another, before stepping away from the porch, into the storm. Immediately you feel gross, your night shirt soaked by the lashing rain. You draw your tail up close to your back, picking your way carefully towards him.
“Jimmy!!”
He turns, sharply. “fWhip! Why— what’s the matter?”
“What do you mean?” You ask, incredulous. It feels like you have to shout to be heard over the roaring gales. “Come inside!”
“What do you mean,” Jimmy bites back, “it’s not raining that much, I’m fine.”
You sigh. That’s about what you expected him to say. “Please come inside,” you try anyway.
“I’ll be in soon,” he says, dismissive, before turning back towards the hillside.
You feel your whole body shiver, reaching up to push your soaking hair out of your eyes. After only a few moments out here, you already feel like you’re gonna catch a cold.
You glance at Jimmy.
His shoes are caked in mud, and he’s soaked to the bone— not a single part of him looks remotely dry. His hair is a constant drip stream of water down his face, and his white shirt is vaguely translucent with how drenched it is. He looks— for lack of a better word— almost a bit pitiful, really.
You tug lightly on his arm. “Please, you’re gonna get sick…”
“I’m fine,” he snaps, “it’s not even raining!”
Of course. What else did you expect, in the end?
You trudge back across the muddied path, stopping at the porch to shake off as much gunk from your shoes as you could, before stepping inside again.
Rain slams against the windows and the roof, you can hear the way the water rushes through the gutters. The house creaks with the force of the wind as the storm picks up.
You look out at Jimmy one last time.
He’s out there again.
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