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[scopophilic1997]

scopOphilic_micromessaging_132 - scopOphilic1997 presents a new micro-messaging series: small, subtle, and often unintentional messages we send and receive verbally and non-verbally.

[argraffiti]

[jenny-from-the-bau]

HI I just stumbled upon this acc by accident (read: in my for you) and I thought it would be a crime for me to not send you my love CAUSE YOU WRITE THE BEST JEMILY FICS EVER!!! Haven't read the last chapter of Luxury but looking forward to it! Keep writing, queen!

Ahhh!! Thank you!! I appreciate the nice message!!

[smallscreengifs]

[geryone]

The Black Condition ft. Narcissus, Jzl Jmz

[moregraceful]

Ok but do you know about the UC Berkeley Hyenas because those were like a cryptid to me as a child. Haunting. I think we should bring them back but as a cryptid. Not as the real live animals because what the fuck was that about, actually.

I am so southbay-pilled that despite some of my best friends going to Cal and one of them getting a BA in Psychology during that man's tenure I had never heard of the UC Berkeley Hyenas until this message what the actual fuck. Incredible. Is Berkeley never not up to something absolutely insane.

These are ABSOLUTELY the cryptids we need to terrorize the bay area. Imagine you're walking home alone at night and you hear a hyena laughing. I'd shit myself. Can we let them loose on the Financial District during lunch hour.

[dilirebas]

明侦第八季的山离好强大🥲

[lizhly-writes]

I would love to see Yang Haoran meet “Yang Haoshu”! Preferably with both of their JMZs there to see it too, because I think it would be hilarious.

lmao goootcha

Picture this – a small bakery, filled with pastries and sweets. Four people, seated around a table.  Two of them were technically the same person.  Three of them were having an incredibly uncomfortable day.  

Yang Haoran was having an incredibly uncomfortable day.

Across from him, Chen Lihua – no, Yang Haoshu – sighed.  “Why is it that you’re prettier than me?  I’m almost jealous.  It’s really a shame a face like yours is wasted on a man.”

Next to her, the other Jiang Mingxi glared.  She had been glaring for a while. Yang Haoran could admit that he hadn’t experienced so much uninterrupted hostility coming from a Jiang Mingxi for quite some time and that feeling it now was mildly unsettling. Fortunately, Yang Haoran had his own Jiang Mingxi to glare back, but still.

Yang Haoshu smiled at him over the tiny, intricately decorated cake she’d ordered.  Yang Haoran, to his irritation, found himself wishing it was Chen Lihua here instead.  He knew where he stood with Chen Lihua.  Chen Lihua wasn’t some weird, alternate universe, would-be sister of his.

“...Thank you,” Yang Haoran said, and took a sip of tea in the hopes that he wouldn’t have to say anything else.

Yang Haoshu leaned forward, eyes bright.  “So you think so, too?  You think you’re prettier than me?”

Ah.  How very Mean Girls.  Yang Haoran hadn’t thought about that in a while.  Really, there was only one thing he could say here.

“Yes, I do,” Yang Haoran said, a bit dryly.  

He could see the remark catch Yang Haoshu off-guard for just a moment, that faint freeze of her expression – and then she threw her head back and cackled in a way Yang Haoran couldn’t really imagine Chen Lihua ever doing.  “Fine!  It’s true enough!  You really do look more like Mother than I do, and you know what they say about Mother.”

“They always do say the same thing about Mother,” Yang Haoran confirmed.  Their mother, a great beauty in her youth.  Their mother, very beautiful even now – especially now, according to some, though Yang Haoran had admittedly stopped listening at that point.

“You really do have a nice face.  My Ming-jie hasn’t taken her eyes off you this entire time, so she must really like it–”

Jiang Mingxi took a break from glaring at the other Jiang Mingxi to snort.  The other Jiang Mingxi snapped her gaze to Yang Haoshu, lips drawn back.  “Yang Haoshu–”

“Oh, no need to be shy,” Yang Haoshu said.  “He really is nice to look at.  Of course you should get a good look at him, especially since you would be marrying him if he existed.  Imagine that!”

The other Jiang Mingxi appeared to be having an apoplectic fit.  

Yang Haoshu cheerfully patted her on the shoulder, which probably only made matters worse, before she leaned in. “Frankly, I don’t know how you do it,” Yang Haoshu said conspiratorially.  “I’ve thought about it, you know – if I was a man, I would be in the same position as you.  If I was engaged to Jiang Mingxi – no offense to you, other Jiang Mingxi – well!  I couldn’t!  I really couldn’t! We'd really kill each other!”  

“You’re trying to kill her right now,” Jiang Mingxi said.  Yang Haoran chanced a glance at her.  She was frowning faintly, eyes ever-so-slightly narrowed.  

“Am I?” Yang Haoshu said, one hand held to her cheek.  “So perceptive!  Haoran – can I call you Haoran? Ran-ge? – how did you train this one?  She’s so much more agreeable than mine.”

“Training,” Jiang Mingxi repeated, frowning more deeply.  “I’m not a dog.”

“Of course not,” Yang Haoshu said sweetly.  “You aren’t, anyway.”

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[gods-light]

I'm just waiting for this case to be over and done with. I want to do other things with my degree than wasting time hunting someone down who will probably be at large for many more years based on the current state of things.

Speaking of things I'm tired of... If a certain someone finds this blog, here's a little puzzle for you. The key is what you called me when we first met, no spaces, only using the 26 letters of the roman alphabet. Have fun.

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[argraffiti]

ar graffition the m train // pepper one

[james-jobs]

JMZ JBZ x Reggie Racks x Hippie Matt x Bukhari for “56 (Remix)” video shoot

[smallscreengifs]

[geryone]

The Black Condition ft. Narcissus, Jzl Jmz

[the-rippers]

Ohhhhhh, could you draw tallica instrument switch? Like, krk on the drums, jmz on bass, and Rob & Lars on guitar? Some shenanigans like that djsjsjsjsjs curious what you would choose.

oh thats hella interesting, yeah, i can do that!

[chrisperezrockers11]

Chris Perez Band ft. Joey Jmz at BucDays May5, 2019