#Jen Hall Photography

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Playful Elephant Calf - 5001b+ by Jen Hall Via Flickr: Cute little calf is shaking his head and trunk. I could spend my whole life watching elephants. I'm so fascinated by them. Masai Mara, Kenya 

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Jen Olsen’s World Clock (rear view), København Radhus (City Hall), Copenhagen, Denmark

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Will is looking for an escape from his family when he encounters Lee, the school bully. Armed with a video camera and a copy of Rambo, Lee plans to make his own action-packed video epic. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Will Proudfoot: Bill Milner Lee Carter: Will Poulter Mary Proudfoot: Jessica Hynes Didier Revol: Jules Sitruk Joshua: Neil Dudgeon Lawrence Carter: Ed Westwick Grandma: Anna Wing Jess Proudfoot: Tallulah Evans French Teacher: Emilie Chesnais Geography Teacher: Paul Ritter Science Teacher: Adam Buxton Brethren Leader: Adam Godley Brethren Boy: Asa Butterfield Metal Work Teacher: Edgar Wright Lawrence’s Henchman: Adam Paul Harvey Rambo Double: Atila Emirali Nurse: Louise Jennings Film Crew: Associate Producer: Peter Nadermann Associate Producer: Michel Reilhac Associate Producer: Meinolf Zurhorst Music: Joby Talbot Director: Garth Jennings Executive Producer: Hengameh Panahi Associate Producer: Christian Baute Line Producer: Jane Robertson Director of Photography: Jess Hall Executive Producer: Benjamin Goldhirsh Producer: Trevor Evans Executive Producer: Bristol Baughan Editor: Dominic Leung Producer: Nick Goldsmith Sound Effects Editor: Joe Mount Movie Reviews:

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Steller's Jay - 7205b+ by Jen Hall

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The Conjuring House Part 3

//So, I know a lot of people might get board of the doing the tour and stuff and learning the history of all the haunted places, but I don’t feel like a lot of people know the real story behind The Conjuring House itself and what actually happened. So I am going to do the tour and do the history behind the house for this one. Please bear with me.//

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“Oh, my, God!” [Y/N] shouted. Right in the walkway, was the poster for The Conjuring movie. 

Sam panned across the wall. “Let’s get all the creepy posters in now,” he said. He looked across the hall and saw a painting of The Nun, the ghost that haunted a family in London in The Conjuring 2. 

“Oh my God! That’s perfect! I would not be able to sleep in a house with that!” Sam shouted. He panned the camera around to face the others, getting their reactions as well. 

“My camera just turned itself off.” Amanda said. Everyone looked at her. Amanda was holding a small photography camera. Cory looked at her. 

“Did it?” He asked. Amanda nodded. “Yeah. It’s gonna be bad.” Cory said. Sam turned the camera to look at Cory. 

“What do you mean?” He asked. Cory looked at Amanda and the others. 

“When it starts sucking energy like that, when it starts, they’re already draining batteries and stuff. You’ll have a good night!” Cory said cheerfully. Sam turned the camera towards himself. 

“We just went to the Lizzie Borden house,” Sam said. “And drained three batteries in two hours.” He said. [Y/N] looked over at him and nodded. She looked over at Cory. 

“Have you ever had any mediums come here?” She asked. Cory nodded. 

“All kinds.” He said. 

“What are your experiences with that?” She asked. Cory shrugged. 

“I mean, it’s a mixed package, you know, some feel something, some don’t, you know. Um, the female mediums usually have a harder time here,” he said. [Y/N] and Amanda glanced at each other nervously. “Cause there is a male presence they say there is a male entity. He is very, very old school. Whenever they present themselves to him he’s like, ‘Why are you talking to me? Where are the men?’” He said. [Y/N] nodded. She looked at Amanda. 

“Yay us.” She said, chuckling. Sam looked at Corey. 

“Before we start the tour, could you, just, like, introduce yourself for fans and followers, and stuff like that?” Sam asked. Cory looked at him. He shook his head. 

“No.” 

“Okay.” 

Everyone laughed at the interaction between Sam and Cory. 

“My name’s Cory Heinzen, I am the co-owner of the Conjuring House and have been investigating for about twelve years. I like going for long walks on the beach, and super size my value meals.” He said. Everyone laughed at what Cory said. Colby looked at Cory. 

“If you have any stories of any specific rooms that would be awesome as well, if there’s like, one time, this, table flipped over.” Colby said. Cory nodded. 

“Okay, well, actually, like Jennifer said, for about the first four months,” he pointed to the room behind them. “That room, and this room,” he gestured to the room they were in now. “Were the rooms that we lived in.” Cory said. “I mean, we did use the other rooms, but we stayed in these two rooms for a reason. We just wanted to give them space, and not invade on it.” He said. Colby nodded. 

“Yeah, that makes sense.” He said. Sam looked at Cory. 

“Them?” He asked. Cory looked at him and nodded. 

“Yeah. The day we moved in we had doors opening and closing. Maddie heard growling.” Cory said, explaining the few of multiple encounters they had. [Y/N] looked at Colby in slight shock. Colby took [Y/N]’s hand. “The first night we left this open,” Cory said, gesturing to the door. “We actually had a full bodied shadow figure standing here looking at us.” Cory said. [Y/N]’s eyes widened. 

“Really?” She asked. Cory looked at her and nodded. 

“Yeah. Uh, both me and Jen saw it, which was awesome because that’s a personal experience, we didn’t get it on film, but we both experienced it at the same time.” He said. Sam’s eyes widened. 

“Woah!” 

“And we both can describe it.” He said in reassurance, just in case anyone didn’t believe him. 

“Did it do anything, or did it just stand there?” Sam asked. Cory looked at him.  

“It, it just stood there and I know I saw it, and I’ve seen shadow figures before just not as well defined as this,” Cory said. “I’m sittin’ there staring at it and Jen’s like, ‘What the hell is that?’ She said it out loud and as soon as she said something, it just zipped out of the way real quick. They move really, really quick.” He said. “I mean, this is why we’re here. We’re investigators this is what we want.” He said. 

Sam and Colby were filming as they stood in front of a bookshelf. 

“The real story, the true story that’s not like the movies is a hundred percent, way scarier,” Colby said. He looked at the camera. “We’re gonna tell you what we know about that right now cause we did some research.” He said. Sam looked at the camera. 

“This was called the Arnold Estate, it was a farm house, the same family grew up here, generations lived and died here.” Sam said. 

“Since 1680.” Colby said. Sam nodded. 

“Now fast forward to the 1900′s, the Perron Family, who we’re gonna reference often, bought this house and when they got the keys from the previous owner, the owner literally was like, ‘Yo, keep the lights on, at night, like, it gets scary.” Sam explained. “By the time that they moved out, the Perron Family describe it as portal, secretly disguised as a farm house. But the main haunt to the Perron Family was based on Bathsheba Sherman. Bathsheba was described as a witch in all the movies, which probably means she’s not real,” Sam said. “She is a real person.” He said. Colby nodded. 

“She lived at one point and it was in the 1800′s.” Colby said. 

“She lived right down the street, she was their neighbor.” Sam said. “Now, obviously there’s rumors as to if she was an actual witch or not, but three of her kids never made it to age 7.” Sam said. “Bathsheba Sherman was babysitting this child and in her presence, the child died. The child died from convulsions that was all because there was a puncture wound, on the back of this child’s head.” Sam said. 

“Like a sewing needle.” Colby said. 

“Obviously everyone broke out like, ‘Oh God, this Bathsheba girl is a murderer, she went to trial but she got acquitted. But the entire town like, ended up hating her.” He said. Colby looked at Sam. 

“Similar to the Lizzie Borden case. You notice that?” He asked. Sam nodded at him. 

“Very similar.” He said. “The two most famous ghost hunters in the world, Ed and Loranne Warren, came here to investigate, and this is their most famous case ever.” 

“Ever!” Colby shouted for emphasis. 

“Think about that,” Sam said. “The two most famous ghost hunters in the world.” He said. Colby looked at the camera. 

“They basically started paranormal investigating, actually, like we, should thank them for our YouTube channel right now.” He said. “Because they are the original, OG, investigators.” He said. “Like, Loranne had a psychic medium power, just like [Y/N] and Amanda.” He said. Sam nodded. 

“They came here, because of all the crazy hauntings. They were saying there were horrible things happening, beds shaking, like, shadow figures, the Warrens said that the ‘movies, don’t give the hauntings justice’ for how insane this house has been with hauntings.” He said. “Ed and Loranne Warren came here to this room, right here, the séance room, they got Caroline Perron, she had a lot of struggles, she thought that she was possessed, ended up doing a full on exorcism, in this room, while they were doing this exorcism, she ended up getting a ton of scratch marks, bruises, speaking tongues, and levitating. She was levitated and thrown all the way across. The Perrons got so fed up with that, because they were so scared of what was happening to the wife, that they kicked Ed and Loranne out.” Sam said. Colby looked at him. 

“Even went as far as to, like, punch Ed in the fac.” He said. Sam nodded. 

“Yeah! That’s crazy!” He said. 

“That’s insane!” 

“But overall, Ed and Loranne Warren said that this house is haunted by a malevolent spirit, and they think that it was Bathsheba Sherman, who at the time, was considered a witch.” Sam said. Colby looked at the camera. 

“Why? Because the mom, Caroline, also experienced little tiny puncture wounds in her legs that were like, the size of a sewing needle. Which is rumored, Bathsheba used to kill that baby.” Colby said. Sam nodded. 

“Cory said that it’s not just Bathsheba Sherman that haunts this place, there is also a male spirit, that also haunts here.” Sam said. Colby looked at him. 

“The scariest part about it is, Ed and Loranne weren’t just paranormal investigators, they were demonologists. There’s a huge difference. Guys, like this place, like, it might not just be spirits here.” Colby said. 

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//In the video, while they are doing the tour, they get some activity, so I am going to do the tour in the next bit so that I can include some of the activity that takes place. Please, bear with me.//  

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My Two First Loves, Ch. 47-49 AKA Pictures, Planes, and Playing in the Snow

What happened this week:

Elijah, model student, joins photography club, and in a diamond scene it implies that Mack, our young, impressionable, freshman? sister was into this full grown adult. When I say “JAIL for Elijah” I say it with my whole chest.

Oh, yeah, that diamond scene I just mentioned? It’s Ava’s diamond scene. That’s right, for the first time in 47 chapters, we’re offered an Ava diamond scene. Pose as Mack’s photography subjects and enter full bi panic mode when Ava gives you a lap dance and too many longing stares to count.

You catch Elijah and Mr. Jennings talking in the hall, but before anything helpful is mentioned the bell rings and Elijah catches you in the hall, asking to “talk some sense” into Noah. He also shrugs off the fact that he got you arrested, and we’d get off easy because our father’s a doctor. Another instance of PB’s crappy writing, because this scene does not work at all if you have a black MC or even an MC of colour. It especially doesn’t work if you have a white Elijah.

Speaking of Noah, find him outside building snow-Cerberus for Winter Wonderland and join him in his activities, including but not limited to a snow angel and, in a diamond scene, a snowball fight. Easily hop a fence (though it was such a huge struggle back when we were arrested, wasn’t it?) to just… make out with him on the other side? Okay… let’s not forget to mention that the scene was self-plagiarised almost word-for-word from HSS:CA. Whoever pointed this out, thanks, because the idea of PB self-plagiarising is hilarious. They really couldn’t have come up with 2 new sentences of kissing narration anymore?

That night, get texts from Ava asking you to tour some colleges, but not before you have to go to the airport with Mason and fly above the city together. Oh, yes, his parents rented him a plane, by the way. And he knows how to fly it. He’s still wondering whether the Air Force is the right path for him, but flying seems to be a big part of his life, so maybe the mysterious envelope from the Air Force that Mr. Jennings is so excited to open one night at dinner will give him some clarity.

Thoughts:

Ava stans got slightly bigger crumbs in this batch of chapters but I suspect there’s more crumbs to come. Hopefully no more planes are in your way.

What is the direction of this book? I don’t even know where it’s going. The end goal is for MC to realize who she really loves right? Someone said that this book is going to cover the entire school year, and it’s only early winter, not even Christmas yet. So if 3-4 months took 50 chapters… exactly how long will the rest of the year take?

Not to be nitpicky but MC being able to hop a fence so easily after it being such an obstacle then having the audacity to tell Noah that she can climb human pyramids just as easily is so funny. Hilarious.

I usually surf the tag for inspiration when writing these but it’s all so dry now. I don’t even blame people. What can we even talk about with 5 minutes worth of content every day anyway?

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Title: Darkroom kisses

Ship: Wtfock | Robbe Ijzerman + Sander Driesen (Sobbe)

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Truth be told, Robbe wasn't interested in the dance performance in the slightest. Sitting in uncomfortable chairs for over two hours to watch girls - and boys, as Noor had mentioned - shaking their body on stage sounded like a snoozefest to Robbe.

But, he still went. For the boys...and their future hook up.

And for Noor, of course.

Talking about her, Robbe should've probably been more supportive of his girlfriend and brought flowers or something, but he was broke and flowers were overrated. Why spending so much money on something that's going to die in a couple days?

He chewed his lip thoughtlessly as he took his seat beside his friends. The brunet wasn't looking forward to this and he'd rather be anywhere else but in this auditorium, but at least, moment in time, coming to this performance appeared to please both Noor and the boys.

When they first heard about the dance performance, Jens, Moyo and Aaron were so excited that Robbe had absolutely no way of getting out of it. He thought about faking being sick for a second, but knew that Jens would never buy his lie - not without checking.

The lights went down and the performances started one by one, Aaron practically squeaking in his seat, way too excited to watch girls dance. Moye tapped Robbe's arm, motionning at some brunette doing moves, but Robbe's attention was anywhere else but on stage. He looked around, letting the boredom creep in. Can this spectacle be over soon?

A duo of girls stepped on stage with tutus and heavy stage makeup as Robbe broke a yawn.

''Dude,'' Jens hissed, shaking his head at Robbe who shrugged.

''Sorry...''

Their attention returned to the stage, trying to focus on the ballerinas when Robbe felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.

He pulled it out despite knowing it was rude to check your phone during a performance, lips twisting up when reading Sander's name.

Sander: Meet me at the back of the auditorium

Glancing around, Robbe tried to look for Sander's platinum head. He knew he was there, being in charge of taking pictures of the spectacle, but Robbe couldn't see him.

Biting his lip, Robbe hesitated. According to the little pamphlet they had given at the entrance, Noor's performance was next and Robbe knew she'd be mad if he missed her dance performance. But, at the same time, the raven haired girl wasn't the one who made his heart do crazy things.

Slipping his phone back in his pocket, Robbe stood and nudged Moyo's knee so he could pass. Jens pulled his eyebrows, about to ask where he was going, but Robbe was already sneaking out of the auditorium.

''Sander?'' Robbe called, the heavy door flapping shut behind him.

Instead of a response, he was greeted by a camera flash, Sander's grinning face behind the device.

Robbe groaned at the harsh light of the flash, rubbing his eyes as if to stop seeing spots of colors. ''Stop taking pictures of me...''

Chuckling, Sander rolled his eyes. ''Never,'' he countered, his clear green eyes staring right into Robbe, causing a little blush to creep. Click. He was just too pretty not to photograph.

''Stop,'' Robbe dragged, using his hand to cover his face, shielding himself from the camera. Despite his attempt to sound annoyed, a smile was hidden behind his hand.

Sander dropped his camera, letting it fall on his chest. ''Let's go,'' he said with an undeniable grin.

''What?'' Robbe asked hesitantly, giving Sander a confused look.

He glanced around, checking his horizons and, once he ensured that no one was around them, he let his eyes wander back to Sander.

''Come.'' The blond grabbed Robbe's hands and pulled him along, determined to get them away from everyone, trying to be alone with Robbe.

''Where are we going?'' the smaller one asked as he followed Sander down the hall.

''Somewhere secret.''

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Sander came to a halt in front of a black door, almost causing Robbe to hit his back at the sudden stop. Looking up, Robbe noticed a tag on the door: Darkroom.

Sander reached into his pocket to fetch a key, making the brunet even more confused.

''Are we allowed in here?'' Robbe asked, worried that they'd get in trouble.

''I am.'' He inserted the key in and twisted it to unlock the door. ''The janitor gave me a double of the key. I think he was annoyed to have to stay past his work hours whenever I stayed here late to develop photos.'' A light chuckle left his lips at the anecdote.

Sander rolled his eyes, seeing that Robbe still had an unsure look on his face and nudged the door open, flashing him a grin and motinning for Robbe to follow. He turned on the light, the red tint of the bulb tinting their faces.

''Welcome to my crib,'' Sander joked, imitating the infamous MTV quote as he Robbe closed the door behind him, preventing any outside light to get in. Robbe might not know much about photography developpement, but he knew that light ruined the photos.

At first Robbe was taken aback. It was his first time going inside a darkroom and, he'll admit, he was mesmerized. Containers, chemical bottles and other developing equipment were neatly placed on the counter by the sink. A string was hung across the walls, pictures pinned to it.

Robbe stepped forward and took a closer look at the pictures. ''These are yours? You took them?''

''Yes.''

Sander felt his heart flutter at the smile on Robbe's face as he inspected every nook and cranny of the space. Art - especially photography - was very important to Sander. It was a stress relief, a way of expressing himself with his creativity. At first, he felt nervous sharing it with Robbe, but it seemed like the boy was enjoying himself, his smile broadening as he glanced at the pictures.

''Is that me?'' Robbe asked, pointing to a certain picture. He recognized the warehouse Noor took him to do grafitis. ''That's a great shot. You're talented.''

''Yeah, getting a good picture is not easy when the subject is a sight for sore eyes,'' Sander countered with a flirty smirk.

A blush coated Robbe's cheeks, slightly embarrassed. Since they met, Sander has always been a flirt with Robbe. But, up until today, he had never flirted so explicitly.

Robbe looked away and focused back on the pictures. ''How did you get into photography?'' he asked, changing subject.

''You know how all the art kids have their thing? Well, mine is photography. I do other stuff like painting, but film photography is my favorite.''

''Film photography?'' Robbe shook his head mockingly. ''You're so old-fashioned.''

''You should know, film photography is making a big return. Digital photography is nice, but I prefer film. A digital camera does all the work for you. Anyone can do it. For film, you have to learn and figure out techniques, angles, lighting. You can also use different films to make cool effects.'' Sander stepped past Robbe, pointing to a particular picture. ''See? I recently learned to edit manually when printing. I can now adjust the exposure and contrast levels, and even apply dodges and burns to the images.''

Even though Robbe didn't understand what the blond was talking about - unfamiliar with the photography language -, he liked listening to him. You could feel his genuine passion through his voice.

Robbe returned his attention to the pictures hung up, grafitis around the city, portraits of who he assumed were Sander's friends and more artistic shots.

A particular picture caught his attention recognizing the skatepark he and the boys spend their time at, the ugly graffitis at the far back giving the place away. There wasn't much on the picture, just a boy in a brown jacket, mid jump on a skate ramp.

Pulling his eyebrows, the brunet unclipped it without asking. ''When did you take this?''

Behind him, Sander's heart started beating faster, getting nervous. Taken the wrong way, Robbe could be offended and call him a creep for taking this picture without his consent. ''Late september, I believe,'' he confessed, biting his bottom lip.

The younger one stilled. September? They didn't know each other back then, they hadn't even met yet. Why did Sander take pictures of him?

A minute passed and there was no reaction from Robbe.

''Robbe?'' Sander said, voice unsteady, apprehending Robbe's reaction, yet needing a reaction.

Breath caught in his throat, Robbe felt a warmth on his back from the proximity of Sander's body. He fought the envy to lean into him and gathered his courage to turn around, keeping his eyes down as he spoke. ''Why did you take pictures of me? I mean, why me? There's a bunch of skaters that are much better than me.''

Sander reached for Robbe's hand, fingers gently ghosting on his skin, hating when Robbe was thinking low of himself. ''I didn't take this picture because I thought you were a skateboard master. I took this picture because you caught my attention, you inspired me artistically.''

Robbe knitted his eyebrows, confused.

''The first time I saw you was when you and your friends started coming to the skatepark in the summer. I didn't know you, but all I could see was a quiet boy with a sad smile, sitting amongst a loud group of boys. Your eyes were giving away so much, but no one asked what was wrong.''

That summer, everything started going downhill at home. His parents were arguing a lot, and Robbe's mom had been struggling with her mental health more than usual. He was always caught in the middle of the quarrels and, although he wasn't the center of it all, it was tough. Hearing your father say cruel things to the one he's sworn to love forever hurts.

Swallowing thickly, Robbe felt tears well up in his eyes, trying to push away the bad memories. He was having a good time with Sander, he didn't want to ruin the moment because he got too emotional over past events.

Fingers laced through his, pulling Robbe from his thoughts. ''You okay?''

Robbe glanced at their intertwined fingers, lips twitching. He nodded, slowly raising his eyes to meet with Sander's. Sander caught his lip between his teeth, debating whether to go for it or not and cupped the back to Robbe's neck, closing the gap between them, pressing their lips together into a soft kiss.

It took the smaller boy a second or two to realize what was happening, heart hammering behind his chest. Robbe never thought this day would happen. That's he'd get to kiss a boy. Especially someone as good looking as Sander Driesen.

Heart hammering behind his chest, Robbe kissed back, parting his lips to capture Sander's upper lip between his. He didn't want to rush the kiss, enjoying every seconds of this moment, content with just their lips touching.

Kissing Sander felt so different than all the kisses he and Noor had shared. Firstly, there wasn't a lipstick in the way, just Sander's bare - and slightly chapped - lips. The sickly sweet perfume had been replaced by a woody cologne with slightly spicy undertone.

A hand came to rest on his hip, pulling the brunet closer, feeling himself melt under Sander's touch, so gentle on him despite his natural chaotic energy. Robbe raised his arms to wrap them around the back of the older one's neck, lips parting as a soft, satisfied sound escaped, cheeks flushing.

Sander grinned through the kiss, biting Robbe's bottom lip teasingly before pulling back, earning a small whine as Robbe followed the blond, not ready for the kiss to end.

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Lazy Lion - 7900b+ by Jen Hall Via Flickr: Lions love sleeping. We found this pride of lions lounging in the Sand River in the Masai Mara. We saw twelve, but know there were more. 

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The Familiars

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© Jen-Jen Photography

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Xavier is a 40-year-old father of two who still finds life very complicated. When the mother of his children moves to New York, he can’t bear them growing up far away from him and so he decides to move there as well. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Xavier Rousseau: Romain Duris Martine: Audrey Tautou Isabelle: Cécile de France Wendy: Kelly Reilly Ju: Sandrine Holt Isabelle, la babysitter: Flore Bonaventura les philosophes allemands: Jochen Hägele le père de Xavier: Benoît Jacquot la mère de Xavier: Martine Demaret Nancy: Li Jun Li l’éditeur: Dominique Besnehard M. Boubaker: Zinedine Soualem John: Peter Hermann l’avocat new-yorkais de Xavier: Jason Kravits L’infirmière: Vanessa Guide Antoine Garceau: Kyan Khojandi le photographe (caméo): Cédric Klapisch Le deuxième mari Latino: Alex Kruz Le mari latino: Luis Vega Tom Rousseau: Pablo Mugnier-Jacob Mia Rousseau: Margaux Mansart Lucas: Amin Djakliou Jade: Clara Abbasi Ray: Sharrieff Pugh L’agent bureau immigration: Peter McRobbie L’avocat de Wendy: Byron Jennings La première collégienne: Alison Arboux La deuxième collégienne: Loreleï Aubry La femme sensuelle: Natalia Segura L’associé de l’éditeur: Xavier Alcan L’assistante de l’éditeur: Maud Wyler L’infirmière de la maternité: Catrina Ganey Le patron coursier: Adrian Martinez Miguel: Jose Soto Ming Li: Shuya Chang Ben: Howah Hung Le chauffeur de taxi chinois: Phil Nee La vieille dame: Anna Berger Le premier rocker: Larry Fessenden Le deuxième rocker: Joe Stefko Le chauffeur en colère: Yinka Adeboyeku Le chauffeur de taxi indien: Kenneth Maharaj L’assistant-photographe: Antoine Garceau Le piéton secouriste: Damon Michael Gordon Un passant: Michael Che Carlos Fernandez: Dominic Colón Kayla: Ryiah Rene Suazo La femme yiddish: Yelena Shmulenson L’homme yiddish: Allen Lewis Rickman Le père en colère: Dylan Chalfy Le deuxième avocat: Victor Colicchio Le barman: J.D. Williams La femme latino: Jenny L. Saldaña Le réceptionniste: Wang Yinuo Une skater: Celia Au Un gay qui se marie: Brian Cheeks Un invité au mariage au City Hall: Alexander Jameson Hasidic Daughter: Mia Sinclair Jenness Le premier fuyard: Ilan Krigsfeld Un messager à vélo: Stephen Lin Sammie: Niyi Oni La fille hassidique: Anna Rapp Le fils hassidique: Tyler Rapp Le témoin du marié: Will Tomi Film Crew: Producer: Cédric Klapisch Location Manager: Damon Michael Gordon Director of Photography: Natasha Braier Editor: Anne-Sophie Bion Producer: Bruno Levy Music: Loïc Dury Music: Christophe Minck Production Design: Roshelle Berliner Production Design: Marie Cheminal Art Direction: Valérie Rozanes Art Direction: Matteo De Cosmo Costume Design: Lee Harper Hairstylist: Christopher Fulton Key Makeup Artist: Rachel Geary Hair Department Head: Mandy Lyons Key Makeup Artist: Frédéric Marin Wigmaker: Anne Moralis Special Effects Makeup Artist: Pierre Olivier Persin Key Hair Stylist: April Schuller Hairstylist: Adenike Wright Executive Producer: Raphaël Benoliel Executive Producer: Carol Cuddy Co-Producer: Gaëtan David Co-Producer: Buzz Koenig Co-Producer: André Logie Producer: Arlette Zylberberg Casting: Ann Goulder Casting: Gayle Keller Casting: Jeanne Millet Set Decoration: David Schlesinger Foley Editor: Jérémy Babinet ADR Recordist: Ric Schnupp Foley Artist: Philippe Penot Sound Mixer: Nicolas Mazet Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Cyril Holtz ADR Mixer: Mark DeSimone Sound: Cyril Moisson Movie Reviews: Andres Gomez: This third part of the series started with “The Spanish Apartment” and “Russian Dolls” continues following the life of Xavier and his complications. The cast is the well known and very good from previous parts with the good additions of the children, which perform really well. This part, although shows again the chaotic life of Xavier, feels, somehow more coherent and luminous, as if the pieces would be finally fitting. Maybe the best way of summarizing the series and the conclusion is with the conversation that Xavier and Martine have by the end of the film in which Martine tell Xavier...

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•A Little Bit Of Everything•

Pairing: Isabelle Lightwood & My OC Jennifer Reaper

I got sidetracked so many times because this originally was supposed to be an AU so please bear with me thank you for your time. ❤️

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It was simple, take the picture then boom Isabelle had an idea. But it wasn’t easy it was actually pretty difficult for the small women to find something or someone to be her muse, Jace volunteered but Isabelle declined, don’t get the women wrong she loved her brother but Jace was sometimes to much he loved taking pictures of himself Isabelle couldn’t really blame him she did the same.

But that wasn’t the point, Izzy was doing a fashion design at home, she had the clothing down but nothing came to mind when she got to the colors, so Isabelle decided to use an old hobby that she loved to do, photography. Isabelle has an eye for fashion but she also has an amazing eye for scenery, perfect lighting and timing.

Aside from fashion Isabelle adored taking photos of things that caught her interest.

But at the moment nothing caught her attention or interested her. Izzy huffed in defeat deciding to go home leaving the park she was originally at.

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As Soon as Isabelle entered her apartment the smell of freshly cooked pasta invaded her senses which only meant one thing.

Jennifer was cooking lunch.

Isabelle made a Beeline towards the kitchen settling on a chair by the bar placing her camera on the wooden platform resting her head in the palm of her hand letting out a deep sigh.

“Uh oh I know that sigh, that’s the ‘I give up’ sigh, who exactly are you and what have you done to my best friend?.” Jennifer asked clearly joking with a hint of seriousness. Isabelle groaned tilting her head back as Jennifer set a bowl of pasta in front of her, “But seriously Iz what’s up?” Jennifer continued to question placing a fork in front of the women swaying her hips a bit to the music that was quietly playing.

“I have no muse.” Iz mumbled picking up her fork stabbing the pasta, “Isabelle Lightwood, not having any muse?. No that’s not possible Isabelle, you made a design out of a garbage bag and it looked nice! And you got that from where? A dumpster by an ally?.”

Isabelle shook her head chuckling a bit eating the noodles she stabbed earlier.

“Why not use Jace for muse?.”

Isabelle snorted covering her mouth so she didn’t spit out her food.

“Izzy he’s not that bad he models for Clary all the time.”

“I know but Jace sometimes doesn’t act normal when a Camera is faced towards him.”

“Jace does love himself I don’t know what to tell you there. Hell pretty sure if there was a second him he’d date him.”

Isabelle glanced up at Jenny her eyes casted down on the newspaper placed in front of her, she didn’t miss the way the corners of her mouth curled up, Isabelle found herself smiling too.

“It’s true.” They said in sync.

Jennifer looked at Isabelle meeting her eyes, their smiles growing bigger both women laughing.

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Later in the evening Isabelle found herself in her fashion and photography studio, Izzy stared down at the unfinished drawing that she created nothing coming to mind.

Isabelle groans in defeat she’s been staring at the drawing for two hours now and nothing struck her creative side.

“Why not red? You know like the iconic rose.” Isabelle jumped a bit looking over her shoulder to see Jennifer leaning against the doorframe of the studio her amber hair dissolved hazel eyes dropping wearing a shirt that went past her waist hiding her underwear, holding a cup in her hands. Isabelle gave her a gentle smile “I have at least over a hundred styles that are full on red Jen.” Jennifer shrugged “just trying to help.” She mumbled walking over to where Izzy was sitting leaning over her shoulder to see what she did.

“It looks good.”

“Yeah but it would look better if it had color.”

“And a hat.”

Isabelle looked up towards Jennifer “what?.”

“It is the winter time Iz a beanie would go great with the Jacket and pants, beneath the ripped Jeans would be leggings the shoes would mostly brown army boots with one of the tags hanging off the side.”

Isabelle thought of it, trying to imagine what Jennifer told her and explained into some details.

“Or not, i’m not as good at fashion then you are aside from that you can do it Iz, your a lightwood you’ll find a way to finish this and make it come to life.” Jen said kindly placing a quick kiss on Isabelle cheek.

“Here I made this for you, don’t stay here too long or I might have to drag you to dinner and bed like last time.” the women warned in a playful tone placing the cup in Isabelle hand “Coffee?.”

“Coffee.” Jen answered messing with Izzy’s hair before finally leaving the short women alone.

Isabelle huffed in amusement she adored that women, Isabelle looked down at the liquid smiling, not to dark or to light it balanced out, but it was mostly the foam heart that made her smile. Jennifer understood her well.

“Perfect.” a small ‘Just like you!’ could be heard making Isabelle laugh.

“Thank You!.”

Like I said, she adores that woman.

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Hours after hours Isabelle found herself yawning, her black hair tied up into a messy bun held together by different pencils and pens, The cup from earlier empty on her table.

Isabelle drew 5 different styles using some pictures she took years ago to help her, but nothing they didn’t give her the passion she would usually get when she created a new design.

An exhausted sigh left her lips deciding to call it a night, it can’t be that late if Jennifer didn’t come to drag her to bed, right?.

Isabelle looked at her watch, it was 8:46 Pm.

“Shit…” Isabelle dropped her pencil onto the platform of her design table grabbing the cup beside her pushing the stool back walking out of the studio turning off the light on her way out, quickly walking down the hall going to the kitchen order to clean the cup placing it in the sink.

Isabelle sighed rubbing her eyes, “what am I supposed to do?. I can’t think with a tired mind.” She said to herself leaning against the counter after a minute of complete silence and debating on what she’s supposed to do, Isabelle noticed a dim light coming from the living room, raising a brow Isabelle circled around the island heading towards the source of the light, finding a sleeping Jennifer laying on the couch. Papers laid out on the coffee table, Isabelle glanced over at them to see one word in bold RENT.

She forgot all about the rent, Isabelle was out of town for a couple months on vacation with the Lightwood family and Magnus, Jennifer wasn’t allowed to come because in her mother’s words ‘I don’t have enough money for another ticket.’

They both knew it was a load of bullshit but Jenny being Jenny told Isabelle it was fine she’ll live.

‘It’s gonna take a couple of months to get rid of the Lightwood smell anyway you and that freaking perfume trying to kill me.’

Isabelle smiled at the memory, Jennifer always tries to find something to tease Isabelle about.

Isabelle scoffed rolling her eyes a soft smile forming on her face “now aren’t you a sweetheart?.”

“Who pays 150 dollars for a damn perfume!?.” She Shouted in a playful manner a smile on her face.

“Me!.”

“Obviously.” Jennifer scoffed shaking her head.

•

Isabelle closed her eyes shaking her head at the memory quietly laughing.

The revenant took a seat by the sleeping amber haired girl noticing money lined up by the rent and other things, there were labels on top of the different stacks, Rent, Light, Cable, Gas, Phone’s, AC bill, Water bill. Taxes.

Isabelle brows drew together, how the hell was Jennifer able to pay for all these things for the past 3 months? Isabelle never got the chance to ever send Jennifer money because of her mother.

“She’s a big girl, she’ll be able to handle it.”

Isabelle was so mad when her mother said that, Isabelle and Jennifer were roommates for a reason, they split the bills, food stamps and more and of course they’ve always planned on living with each other since they were kids.

Why was the Light bill so high?.

Crap the light room…

Isabelle forgot to shut that off, after looking over the bills she noticed how each was was high beside the phone and gas bill, AC was Isabelle fault So was the light.

Isabelle sighed “you better not be working twelve jobs again.” Izzy said to herself, Izzy left before for a whole year because of a design project she was doing in London she was needed to make and come up with ideas for the dresses the models were wearing thanks to Magnus help, he knew how bad Isabelle wanted to be a fashion designer so he tried to help everyone supported her especially Jennifer. Frankly her year trip was cut short because of a call she got that scared the hell out of her. Jennifer ended up in the hospital.

Isabelle can’t remember the last time she got on a public transport so fast, she remembered bouncing her leg up and down on her way back tears in her eyes fearing for a best friend as soon as she got off the plane she called an Uber going straight to the hospital she told the Uber to take her bags to her house saying her landlord would be at the door to help with them. Izzy opened the double doors seeing that her brother’s, Magnus, Clay and Simon were already there all looking equally worried but Isabelle knew she was worst that she looked worst she was the closest to Jennifer, Jennifer was her everything.

Later on Isabelle found out she didn’t have enough nutrients in her body, she didn’t eat a normal amount of food she didn’t drink enough water or anything else her anxiety levels were horrible, doctors said she either passed out from hunger, stress, anxiety or exhaustion. All of those reasons made Isabelle feel horrible, Isabelle remembered everyone arguing with the doctor but she was more focused on the unconscious Jennifer on the hospital bed, she didn’t even look alive she would’ve mistaken Jennifer for dead if the heart monitor didn’t tell her otherwise. She was pale Isabelle couldn’t see her freckles as much, the dark circles under her eyes made her sick to her stomach.

At one point she had to yell at everyone to shut the hell up. Them arguing was gonna give Jennifer more stress and make her state last longer she may be unconscious but Isabelle knew Jennifer could probably hear them.

Isabelle was pulled out of memory lane when a small sound came from beside her, she looked over to see Jennifer stirring in her sleep a bit, then there were the nightmares.

Isabelle sighed crawling over to her lightly stroking the side of Jennifer’s head humming a song, Jennifer relaxed under her touch a deep breath leaving her, Isabelle watched her friend for a while thinking of all the times Jen was there for her. “You do so much and you barely get recognition for any of it… I tell you everyday and I’ll keep telling you, I am thankful for you I appreciate you for being in my life for always putting me first even when I don’t deserve it. I want you to take better care of yourself, I should’ve asked Magnus to help you that year but I was to caught up in my own excitement that I forgot, that was selfish of me and I really wish you told me of all the things you were doing, I would’ve helped you pay for your classes if I knew that paper was coming early, even if I did ask for Magnus to help you, I know you would decline his help till the bitter end because you’ve never enjoyed asking people for anything.” She spoke quietly. Playing with a strand of her hair.

“When I got that call I felt as if my world crumbled around me… I was so scared for you I tried to not think the worst but I did… all I knew I wanted to do was hold you and not let you go or let you out of my sight, I don’t know if I want to do this fashion thing if it’s gonna end up taking me away from you for a period of time, period of time that causes you to run all around the place trying to keep a place for us. It’s not fair for you or me, I don’t want to go somewhere and find out months later you’re in the hospital again because you weren’t able to have time for yourself.” Tears overwhelmed her eyes, “I’ve always wanted the best for you, as you did for me… be selfish for once please… do something for you…”

“You think you don’t have a calling or a future, you think you’re nothing but you are something you’re not a delinquent you’re not a mistake. You’re not bad I don’t care what my mom says, you are a part of the family you’re my family…”

“I absolutely unconditionally adore you and love you with my heart and soul.”

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The only reason I got into this was because of them, thank you sweetheart for giving me the courage to actually write this even though I’m still nervous about this.

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