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Lily Houghton x Fem!Reader: Dodging Danger

Summary: Lily Houghton + 41 -- "You need some sleep."

AO3

Prompts found here!

A/N: This is a shorter one, but sometimes shorter is sweeter! This is also my first time writing for Lily so I wanted to get a feel for her character

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Tag List: @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @escapetodreamworld @multifandomfix

Warning(s): None

“I think I’m dying.” 

“You are not,” You shake your head, “Now hold still.” 

McGregor whines like a child, but does as you ask. You dip a piece of cloth into the salve Frank gave you and dab it across his face. His skin is bright red, covered with splotches and bug bites. 

When you finish applying the salve he rolls over in his cot without so much as a thank you. You roll your eyes, but let it go; he’ll thank you later when he’s in a better mood. He’ll just act like an ungrateful child for the first few hours. 

You set the jar down and find a nose sniffing at your hand with interest. Large eyes stare into your own. 

“Keep an eye on him, will you?” You ask and pat the top of Proxima’s head. She grumbles low in her throat. 

The sun has set since you vanished below deck. A sky of vivid color is now pitch black, the only light being the lanterns Frank has hanging around the edge of La Quila. The firelight reflects off of several pairs of eyes out in the water and you shiver. 

You’re enjoying your time in Brazil so far—besides nearly being blown up by a German Prince and Lily almost being kidnapped. The jungle is beautiful. Species of plants Lily has only ever told you about hang around or float freely here, so much bigger and brighter than anything back in London. 

The real beauty is seeing how Lily takes it all in. 

The jungle is like Lily’s own treasure trove. You’re interested in where this journey will take you, but you’re here for Lily more than anything else, and seeing her so happy is everything you need. 

She alternates between scribbling notes down furiously and attempting to film the river. Once or twice she even sketches the rarer species, though she left her paints back in London to save on space. 

Even now, with the sun far below the horizon, she sits under a lamp and scribbles down notes of everything she’s seen. 

You walk over and kiss the top of her head, “You need some sleep, sweetheart.” 

“I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” 

“God. You and your brother should have gone into the theater with these kinds of dramatics.” 

“McGregor tried, they said he overacted.” Lily says absently. 

“That… tracks, actually,” You say. Sitting next to her on the wooden bench, you just take her in; the way her eyes narrow and lips purse as she fights reality to write down her thoughts faster than she can think them, “How are you feeling about all of this?” 

Lily pauses then. She meets your eyes and you can see the determination in there, but also the hesitancy of a woman who feels out of her depth. 

“I’m terrified… but I can’t give up. I won’t.”

“I’m not asking you to. Just, don’t get yourself killed, you think you can manage that much?” 

“You’re asking a lot,” Lily grins, “But I’ll try.” 

You laugh. It is so very like her to find trouble in the pursuit of knowledge, but you wouldn’t change a thing about her. 

Leaning forward and stealing a quick kiss, you smile, and stand. You press another kiss into her hair out of habit, “Come to bed soon.” 

[denimbex1986]

'Whether it's stealing scenes or commanding the frame, actress Emily Blunt proves time and time again that she can do it all. Drama, comedy, singing, dancing, or even narrating the heck out of a documentary, she makes it look easy. By all accounts, Blunt positively shines alongside a ridiculously talented ensemble of actors in Christopher Nolan's upcoming historical biography, Oppenheimer, playing biologist and botanist Katherine “Kitty” Oppenheimer, wife of J. Robert Oppenheimer (Cillian Murphy), aka the "father of the atomic bomb."

In Blunt's 20 years of making films, large swaths of her resume include some very choice sci-fi, fantasy, and genre films. Obviously, SYFY WIRE lives in that genre lane, so we've long admired her taste and commitment to participating in some truly memorable genre projects. And we love that Blunt consistently returns to genre projects amongst her meaty dramatic roles and more light-hearted comedies. As such, with Oppenheimer opening wide this weekend, SYFY WIRE presents our favorite Blunt genre films.

Emily Blunt's Best Roles in Sci-Fi, Fantasy, and Other Genre Films

The Huntsman: Winter's War (2016)

The sequel to Snow White and the Huntsman (2012) pits Blunt's Princess Freya against Charlize Theron's Queen Ravenna, and that match-up is gold in our eyes. Essentially, the sisters aren't great at coping when dire things go down, so these messed up sisters wreak a lot of havoc in the kingdom. Per usual, Theron and Blunt pull out all the stops playing broken queens of magic, and the movie works best when they're in the frame, together or apart.

The Adjustment Bureau (2011)

Blunt and her Oppenheimer castmate Matt Damon worked together before in this under-the-radar, sci-fi gem. Blunt plays the mysterious Elise Sellas, who keeps popping up in the life of Brooklyn Congressman David Norris. The story has a lot of fun twists, turns, and themes explored regarding destiny. But their flirty chemistry is another big reason to watch.

Jungle Cruise (2021)

On the other hand, the chemistry between Blunt's Dr. Lily Houghton and The Rock's Frank Wolff in Jungle Cruise is barely tepid at best. However, Blunt returning to action-heroine mode is always a good time. Houghton's extremely competent character (and Blunt, the actress) look like their having the most fun throughout the movie.

Into the Woods (2014)

Not a lot of folks were aware that Blunt has a top-notch voice until she got to show it off beautifully playing the Baker's Wife in this adaptation of Stephen Sondheim's stage musical. She's paired with James Corden's Baker, and together they play out one of the best arcs in this cautionary tale about dreams coming true in a haunting way.

Mary Poppins Returns (2018)

Who could imagine anyone filling the spit-spot shoes of Julia Andrews as Mary Poppins? Most audiences couldn't contemplate someone being a worthy recast of Mary Poppins in Mary Poppins Returns, but then Blunt's name was announced, and everyone shut up because she just nailed it. Equal parts austere and loving, Blunt is maybe the only actress today who could so ably run with the baton given by the legendary Andrews.

A Quiet Place Part II (2020)

Blunt returns to play ultra protective, post-apocalyptic mom, Evelyn Abbott, in A Quiet Place Part II. She's just as great in this sequel, but there's less for her to play outside of the major action beats. However, if you want to get a taste of her on-screen chemistry with her Oppenheimer hubby, Cillian Murphy, there's plenty to appreciate here as Evelyn and Emmett thrown down.

Edge of Tomorrow (2014)

Much like Linda Hamilton became a bad-ass, sci-fi legend after playing Sarah Connor in Terminator 2, so too did Blunt after playing Rita Vrataski in Edge of Tomorrow. The sci-fi, time travel twister features Blunt stealing scene after scene from blockbuster poster boy, Tom Cruise. She's intense, mercurial, frightening, and heroic, and she kicks the action star's butt for half of the movie. You have to have some chops to sell that, and she does.

Looper (2012)

Poker Face creator Rian Johnson's complex time travel film, Looper, stars a trio of fantastic performances from Bruce Willis, Joseph Gordon-Levitt, and Blunt. It's a high-concept story that remains incredibly grounded because of those performances. And Blunt still manages to standout, especially for her shattering performance as the very protective mother, Sara.

A Quiet Place (2018)

In the fantastic sci-fi, horror thriller, A Quiet Place, Blunt plays matriarch and feral mom, Evelyn Abbott. Married to Lee (John Krasinski), the couple have two kids, with another one on the way. A lovely life, except they now exist in the nightmare reality of trying to survive aliens who have landed and wiped out huge swaths of the population. Sonically-tuned to even the most subtle of noises, the aliens force the Abbotts to exist in silence. Blunt is amazing as the terrified mom, and executes the harrowing scenario of giving birth in utter silence with chilling perfection.

Check out another amazing performance by Blunt when Oppenheimer arrives exclusively in theaters everywhere this Friday, July 21. Get tickets now!'

[macgregorhoughton]

all I wanna see right now is Frank, Lily and MacGregor sleeping in one bed or on one mat together (platonically!!!!) with Proxima curled up at their feet

[themuselesswriter]

Imagine: you sneaked into Frank’s ship without anyone knowing and now you’re forced to join the trio in their quest

“Untie me Frank! This is ridiculous!”

“Sorry princess, this is what happens to unwanted guests, enjoy our death quest”

“I’m totally fine, definitely not going to throw up”

“You’re the worst captain ever”

“Do you ever ask yourself how the fuck did I end up here?”

“Only whenever Lily opens her mouth to say something or does something”

“Prepare to die”

“Seriously? With snakes from your face? Are you one of Frank’s old friends?”

[ofbotany]

JUST  IMAGINE  THE  LIVES  THAT  COULD  BE  SAVED.  .  .     legend  says  one  petal  from  the  tree  will  heal  anything.   it  will  change  medicine  forever.

independent  doctor  lily  houghton  of  disney’s  jungle  cruise,    by  zanza.

*  non-rp blogs don’t interact.

[weclassybouquetfun]

Step right up and keep your arms inside the attraction as you take a journey down a South American river in search of adventure...

This is beginning to sound to much like “The Love Boat”. It’s not. It’s JUNGLE CRUISE

and it’s a grand bit of fun.  Helmed by Jaume Collet-Serra who has done some great, underrated films like Liam Neeson’s RUN ALL NIGHT, ORPHAN and HOUSE OF WAX (next up: BLACK ADAM);  JUNGLE CRUISE takes two actors who I feel can have chemistry with a bowl of tofu - Dwayne Johnson and Emily Blunt and throws them into this charming, nostalgic take on films past like “ The Mummy”, “Indiana Jones” (the early ones, not the bastardizations that keep coming) and another Disney franchise “Pirates of the Caribbean”,

Dr. Lily Houghton (Blunt), a scientist and her assistant/brother MacGregor (Jack Whitehall) are seeking the fabled Lily’s Tears of the Moon, a tree whose leaves are said to be a cure-all; something Lily needs to help make strides in medicine. A tree that conquistador Don Aguirre (Edgar Ramirez) and his men, lost their lives trying to find. 

The pair team up with Frank (Johnson), a skipper of a broken down boat  who is better at navigating the river than he is at telling jokes (which, in keeping with Disneyland’s actual Jungle Cruise are so corny they tumble over into being actually funny). 

But Lily, Macgregor and Frank aren’t the only ones seeking the tree. On their nautical heels is Prince Joachim (Jesse Plemons) who wants it for his own nefarious gains. 

We’ve seen this film before, many times but there is something comforting about how quaint it is. It’s fun, sweet and crowd pleasing and everything that film should be now and again. It won’t win awards or top any critics lists but it taps into the spirit of childhood imagination and adventure. 

And it’s great seeing Jack Whitehall dress like his dad. 

- Flashback to worlds colliding: Team “Mary Poppins Returns” (with Ben Whishaw’s husband) meets “Team Jungle Cruise”. 

If you’re a Jack Whitehall fan, see him now in “Jungle Cruise” because Paramount has pulled CLIFFORD THE BIG RED DOG from it’s September 17th release date due to concerns over the Delta variant and how it may affect box office. 

[iihappydaysii]

title: a pain in the glass

rating: t (tags on ao3)

pairing: MacGregor/Frank (Jungle Cruise)

summary: While musing over his feelings for his sister's lover, MacGregor Houghton cuts his hand and who is there to help patch him up but Frank Wolff.

excerpt: MacGregor had to face the truth, no matter how much easier it would be to continue down the path of denial he’d been walking since somewhere, sometime, in South America. He was horribly, irredeemably, unforgivably in love with Frank Wolff. With his sister’s paramour, for God’s sake. And what Lily had with Frank wasn’t some fleeting fancy. He could only imagine that one day he would have stand by them as they said their vows and Frank promised his very last lifetime to wrong Houghton.

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[legendary-defender-of-fandoms]

The Jungle Cruise Crew as Benders - Part 4

Dr. Lily Houghton - Airbender, the Element of Freedom

I wanted to post this immediately after Part 1, but then I decided to go in the order of the elements.

Anyway, it shouldn’t be too surprising that Lily would be an Airbender. She is impressively flexible & is able to amend her plans at a moment’s notice. She isn’t bound by the expectations of society, choosing to live life on her own terms. If the universe plops an obstacle in her path, she’ll find a dozen ways around it. And she always tries to maintain the high ground in a fight.

She wouldn’t be able to Fly like Zaheer, because she has many connections that keep her tethered to the physical world (MacGregor, her father, her desire to help others with her research, etc). And I’m not sure if she could master Astral Projection like Jinora - she has a deep connection with nature/Spirits, but I can’t imagine Lily just checking out of her body for hours.

[hadarlaskey]

Jungle Cruise

Expectation management is a vastly undervalued skill. Get it right and you can deliver much better results than your audience ever imagined possible – even if you knew the odds were actually in your favour to begin with. So to Jungle Cruise, a Disney adventure based on one of their theme park rides.

It’s 1916 at the Royal Geographical Society in London. Dr Lily Houghton (Emily Blunt) illicitly searches for a mysterious arrowhead that can unlock the secrets of a “tree of life” in the Amazon jungle, while her brother MacGregor (Jack Whitehall) tries to convince the Society’s all-male professors that an expedition to find the tree and its petals could yield wondrous advances for medicine. MacGregor is laughed off stage but Lily snags the arrowhead right under the nose of evil German aristo Prince Joachim (Jesse Plemons) and his minions, who are also after the tree, only for nefarious means.

The siblings begin a perilous boat trip up the Amazon at an inauspicious Brazilian backwater, where they enlist wisecracking captain Frank Wolff (Dwayne Johnson) to help find the tree. Skint Frank runs tourist cruises on the river, scamming them with staged “attacks” from natives. Before long our trio are fighting undead conquistadors trapped in the jungle and the villainous prince who has followed them to South America in a submarine.

Johnson lands more jokes in his opening scene than some comedy actors manage in 90 minutes. He also wrestles a leopard. Blunt is the superior action star on show here though – fearlessly fighting, jumping and climbing like a cynicism-free female Indiana Jones. Whitehall, a popular if divisive British TV personality, is sympathetic and amusing. A scene in which MacGregor comes out to Frank (albeit with a degree of ambiguity) is handled delicately, and feels like a landmark moment for a Disney family film. Elsewhere, Paul Giamatti makes the most of a small part as Amazon boat bigwig Niro, while Plemons is great value.

Hilarious, filthy moments of innuendo pepper the script, the influence of Bad Santa writers Glenn Ficarra and John Requa (who comprise two-thirds of the writing team alongside Michael Green, who co-wrote Logan and Blade Runner 2049) keenly felt. The final act drags a little and there’s some ropey CGI in places, but director Jaume Collet-Serra keeps the energy up and the performances lively as he manages the considerable budget step-up from his usual (excellent) B-movie fare.

Even with such likeable, charismatic leads, few could have hoped for a more enjoyable romp from a film that essentially crosses The Mummy with Pirates of the Caribbean, and is based on a theme park ride that was itself originally inspired by John Huston’s 1955 adventure The African Queen. Expectations be damned. Subtly progressive and tremendous fun, Jungle Cruise is the best family blockbuster of the year.

ANTICIPATION. Charismatic leads and a solid director… albeit with theme-park ride source material. 3

ENJOYMENT. Outrageously entertaining and even contains a few unexpectedly moving moments. 4

IN RETROSPECT. Joyful family entertainment that’ll keep naughty parents amused too. 4

Directed by Jaume Collet-Serra

Starring Dwayne Johnson, Emily Blunt, Edgar Ramirez

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[letmewritemylife]

You’re Only a Memory

Wake me if I ever fall asleep. - Saint Asonia (Ghost)

A/N *Innocent ray of sunshine has joined the chat*

TRIGGER WARNINGS Canon-like violence, implied torture, major character dumbassery, babies very bad with emotions.

"What is the guy's name again?" Jonathan asks after entering the small pub, holding the door for Lara.

"Brad, and he's cool, don't worry. He has been my therapist for years," she answers with a light smirk as she moves a hand to adjust her ponytail.

He looks at her shocked. "Wait, wait! Your therapist was... a guy working in a pub??"

She smiles. "Him and the Cloak of Levitation." She furrows her brows. "Which could be one of the many reasons why I'm a crazy ass psychopath who trains without listening to music…"

He shakes his head slightly, following her to a small table in a corner. "You're trying to tell me that man listened to all your rants and is still sane?"

"And I got a fortune on tips too," a man says with a wide smile, joining the conversation. According to the smile on Lara's face when she turns to him, he must be Brad. 

His appearance is far from Jonathan's expectations. Not in a bad way, though. He's a black man of about fifty years, with a thick black beard and long hair, braided and tied up neatly. His eyes are a little small compared to the size of his face and by the way he acts he seems jovial and outgoing. Jonathan can't believe the man who's tightly hugging Lara in that exact moment, patting her back and saying something that makes her laugh, once was the second of the local Head of Department of Agency X.

Jonathan is brought back from his attentive studies of the man's behaviour by him holding out his hand with a smile. "Lara told me about you. I'm Brad Coleman, glad to finally meet you."

He smiles a little too, shaking his hand. Brad's grip is tight and strong and he has the typical callous derived from the use of firearms. "Jonathan Houghton."

Brad's face darkens, his big lips turning slightly downwards. "Houghton… I heard about your father, I'm really sorry," he says, patting his shoulder.

In that moment, Jonathan understands why Lara could open up with that guy. In all his life he has never met anyone like him. Anyone but Lara, actually. He has an aura, a comforting energy radiating off him. He tries to cover up his hurt expression, ignoring the pain the memory of his father still brings him, and weakly smiles, his hand covering Brad's and squeezing it. "Thank you."

Brad then looks up and turns to Lara, who has set her backpack on the nearby bench. "What can I bring you guys? Have you already had lunch?"

She shakes her head. "But don't worry about that, we can eat at the Sanctum. We just came to greet you." She crosses her arms and tilts her head to the side. "We haven't caught in a while, have we?"

"That is a good enough reason for you two to have something," he insists. "Sit down, I'll be back in a minute,"  he concludes gesturing to the red seats and the dark table.

Not much time later, he's back with drinks and burgers. Placing the plates before his two hungry friends, he looks at Lara and takes something out of his apron pocket. He then hands it to her, who stares confused at the leather notebook. It's so small it could fit anywhere and its black cover would easily go unnoticed inside an Agency dark bomber.

"Yesterday I was tiding my garage and found it among my old Agency X gear. I thought you could use it," he says pointing at it. Jonathan listens carefully to the man as he inserts a chip in his mouth. "I used it to write down all the things I had to remember." Then he glances to Jonathan and gestures to his forehead. "Since I hit my head against the bottom of the pool when I was eight, I tend to forget random information."

"Thank you," Lara replies with a smile. 

He smiles in response and goes back to the kitchen, leaving the two siblings with their meal. As she takes a sip of her coke, Lara removes the tie around Brad's notebook and opens it, starting to read it attentively. "What does it say?" Jonathan asks after a few minutes, shifting in his seat.

She looks up to him with a slight disappointed face. "Names and locations, there are just names of agents and locations of bases, but many of them have been respectively arrested or taken down long ago." 

Finally her gaze sets on one of the last pages, a big coffee stain of its edge. In the middle of the page, written in capital letters, there is the name of the person Katrina told her about: Mitch Anderson. After that, there are some other names, if they can be called this way, and a note saying "Project 79." 

Jonathan s about to say something, when his phone starts ringing. Lara makes a confused grimace at the Beatles song coming from his phone, but he deliberately ignores her and answers the call. On the other side, Lilith Cohen, agent of S.H.I.E.L.D, wastes no time with greeting and immediately gets to the point. "Where are you and your sister?" She asks with her usual cold tone as she taps her bloody red nails on the desk.

Jonathan furrows his brows shocked, adjusting on his seat. "Bleecker Street." His hand grips the glass. "Do you need anything?"

Lilith straightens herself, draping an arm over her lap. Throwing a glance at the empty cup on her desk, she takes a mental note to ask one of her colleagues to bring her a coffee. "A friend of yours has come to visit." Imagining the change of colour on the man's face, she explains. "He's disarmed, don't worry, but refuses to speak with anyone but you two. You may want to come here, but feel free to take your time." She smirks mischievously. "Stark dealing with him is quite the show."

Jonathan nods, glancing at Lara. The other one, after swallowing a bite of her burger, grins. "Ask her out," she mouths.

He rolls his eyes and turns back to the phone. "Uhm, Lily… I was wondering-"

Lilith widens her eyes and cuts short. "Sorry, have to go. See you." 

With a sigh, Jonathan stares at the now black screen as an inhuman desire to cut someone's head builds up inside Lara.

"Come on, just tell us your name!" Tony’s exasperation can be read on his face as he tries to get the man sitting in front of him to say anything at all.

His interlocutor, on the other hand, just shakes his head slowly. "I'm only talking with either Johnson or Houghton, no one else."

Tony pinches the bridge of his nose and Natasha takes a step forward. "Why do you need them specifically?"

He laughs under his breath, crossing his arms on his chest, but doesn't answer. His smile turns into a smirk when he sees the door opening and the two siblings entering the room. "If I had called Millain, we could have done a hell of a reunion."

Lara doesn't flinch, her eyes throwing daggers at him. "And I hoped our reunion would be in hell."

Jonathan crosses his arms on his chest and stops beside Lara. "Feige," he greets coldly.

Jonas just nods in his direction before a devilish grin forms on his face. "Houghton, how's your father?"

He clenches his jaw. "I don't know, do you wanna go ask him?"

"What do you want?" Lara interrupts them. She takes a step forward and waves her hand as Tony and Natasha leave the room.

Jonas shifts in his seat. "Apparently it's a familiar thing not to like me." Lara tilts her head slightly to the side and he explains. "Long short story, your mother wants me dead. She even sent some assassins after me!" He laughs sadly. "How sad, trusting someone and being stabbed in the back as a thank you."

Lara grabs a metal chair and places it backwards in front of Jonas. While he's still talking, she sits down, her forearms resting on its back. "So you want to help us out of spite?"

He nods and Jonathan walks behind him, hovering over him like a black vulture. "And why should we trust you?" He asks, not missing any of the other's movements.

Jonas turns to face him completely. "I assure you I'll say nothing but the truth, even when it's uncomfortable or awkward for me."

Lara leans back a little and shares a glance with Jonathan. After a moment she crosses her arms over the back of the chair and nods. "Fine, tell us all you know."

For the following hour Lara and Jonathan attentively listen to Jonas' rants about Agency X, even though he doesn't tell them anything they didn't already know. He has just stopped talking about Sandra wanting both her children dead when Lara leans back slightly. "And tell me, what do you know about Project 79?"

Jonas furrows his brows and looks up as if to collect his thoughts. "Project 79… Project 79…" he mumbles. Finally something lights up in his mind. "Oh yeah, I know a lot about it. What do you want to know?"

Jonathan, who has moved to sit on the nearby table as soon as he noticed Jonas felt like talking, moves a hand through his hair. "Everything."

The other nods and leans back. "Well well, Project 79 was created by Sandra a couple weeks after my father's departure. She said this friend of hers, I guess his name was Mitch, had created these serums and microchips that could control human memory. The idea was to take as many dead agents as possible, replace any damaged body parts with mechanical ones and bring them back to life with electric discharges." He leans forward, his forearms resting on his knees. "Then, they'd brainwash those walking corpses until they remembered nothing about themselves. Their entire memory could be controlled with just a couple words."

Jonathan breaths out a laugh. "Why would you need to control someone's memory that much?"

Jonas looks down at the floor, perhaps actually understanding for the first time what he had given his approval to. "The whole initial brainwash isn't final. Tell me, Houghton, what if one of these highly trained spies gets arrested? And what if S.H.I.E.L.D. finds a base and you have to get rid of everything, walking corpses included?" He smirks and looks up at him. "I'll answer. You wipe their memory completely. One word and everything you've told them is gone forever. Or on the other hand, one word and they remember everything."

Lara furrows her brows. "So they wipe their memories and access to it however they want with just a few words?"

He nods. "That's because of the serum they put in their brains. And they also give them a lot of microchips and trackers, just in case." He furrows his brows suddenly, something else crossing his mind. "I guess they keep all this information somewhere, but I'm not really sure," he mumbles.

"And what are these words?" She asks, suddenly interested in the question.

He smirks. "'Departe' to wipe their memory, 'Acasă' to bring it back." He shifts in his seat. "Oh and they only speak Romanian. I don't exactly know why, but still…"

Jonathan gets up from the table. "And where can we find them?"

No more than an hour later, Lara and Jonathan are rushing to the airport to fly as soon as possible to New Orleans. Despite the idea of meeting an even more horrific version of the Winter Soldier being quite attractive, their main intent is to find Sandra before she can run anywhere else. 

What they do not know is that, just as Lara is dragging Jonathan through the crowded check-in area, Sandra is tapping her perfectly painted nails on Jonas' former desk with a smirk. The woman reaches for her phone, her lips pulling into a smile when she hears Anderson picking up on the other side. The man grins. "How may I help you, my muse?" He pays little to no attention to the muffled screams of the short brunette chained to a chair behind him.

"Your sensational creations failed to kill Feige," she says coldly, a deadly glance thrown at the poor guy bringing her coffee. Then she lays an arm on the cold wooden surface and leans forward, her dark red lips twitching. "But I feel generous today and I'll give them a second chance."

Mitch steps out of the room, annoyed by the noisy torture going on inside. "I've already told you, darling, they have great potential. Using them against Feige was a waste of time."

She nods and straightens herself. "Whatever. But this time they'd better meet my expectations." She smirks mischievously. "I only want the best for my sweet children."

He laughs on the other side of the phone. "Great then. Should I send the main group after Bonnie and Clyde?"

She clicks her tongue. "Oh no, send my personal guards, it'll be much more fun." She takes a sip of coffee, her lipstick staining the plastic cup. "We'll enjoy a good show and they'll find a pleasant surprise."

The guard, a guy with thick eyebrows and a missing thumb, yawns and covers his mouth with a hand. He listlessly reaches for his phone and dials a number. "The main corridor on the ground floor is clear," he mumbles. Upon hearing a weak nod from the other side of the call, he turns off his phone and is about to go back to his half-asleep state, except that in that exact moment an arm wraps around his throat. He tries to scream, but a hand over his mouth muffles his voice and he quickly passes out.

Lara lets the man gracelessly fall on the ground. "And one is gone," she whispers, turning to Jonathan for a brief moment before stepping over the guard and rushing down the hallway. 

Jonathan smirks and throws a quick glance at the man. "Why do I have the feeling there won't be many more?"

The two siblings cross the whole base, surprised to find it mildly empty. Finally they enter what is supposed to be the laboratory and, after quickly knocking out the dozen scientists working, they start looking around themselves. Lara inspects the glassware, carefully studying everything. Finding nothing, she then moves to the archive and starts checking the numerous white folders one by one.

"You stay here, I'll go check the other room," Jonathan says as he gets up from beside the counter he was looking inside. He's referring to the smaller laboratory on the other side of the hallway, the one they cleared of any agent but didn't pay much attention to.

Lara nods and goes back to her files. After Jonathan has left the room, she huffs. Despite the insane amount of information kept in the room, nothing seems to be about Project 79. 

About fifteen minutes later, she finally lays her hands on a heavy green cardboard box, hastily hidden behind a bunch of other boxes containing a very different kind of document, the one that for some reason Lara would really prefer not to know is always sticky. She places the box on the ground and starts inspecting the various folders, meticulously photographing everything that may be useful. The process is quite fast and she's ready to get up and leave, when her eyes set on a folder placed at the bottom of the box, the label on the cover almost faded away completely. "Agent 225." But it's what she reads in capital letters on the first page that makes her eyes widen and her heart stop, her hand instinctively moving to her mouth to muffle a gasp. "Elize Shinn. Status: alive."

The next thing she remembers is a chair crashing against her back and making her fall down. She rolls on her back and before her very eyes she sees it, that round face with those big brown eyes, framed by rebel chocolate locks. Lara avoids for a inch a kick to her face and rapidly gets back up on her feet. She reaches for the gun inside her leg holster and points the barrel at the other, swallowing hardly at the sigh of the black mask on her face.

"Elize?" She asks, her voice trembling as her eyes wander across the woman's body. The long sleeved shirt fails to conceal a bionic arm and a few inches of metal can be seen coming out from underneath its neckline.

The woman looks at her with a puzzled expression, but her eyes are void, almost as if there was nothing beyond those dark irises. "Nu știu despre cine vorbești*," she mutters between gritted teeth, her unnaturally deep voice muffled by the fabric over her lips. 

She steps forward, almost as if she knew Lara could never pull the trigger, not on her, and Lara wants to take a step back, but her legs are frozen and she can't seem to move. The agent is about to punch Lara on the jaw, but she promptly stops her attack with an air shield. "Liz," she pleads before pushing the woman away. The other doesn't flinch and kicks her in the stomach, forcing her to bend down. "Elize, it's me," she continues, "please Liz."

Another punch, this time successful, hits her face, making a thin trail of blood start flowing down her nose. Lara's eyes water and she doesn't know if it's because of the physical or emotional pain. Maybe both. "Sandra, I swear, as soon as I find you-"

She can't finish her thought that a punch almost reaches her face again. And then another one. And another one. Elize doesn't seem to care about her pleas and goes on attacking her, kick after kick, punch after punch, and Lara can only stop her hits as a knot forms in her throat. 

The witch throws a quick glance at her gun, now laying useless on the floor, and unwisely reaches for it. She has barely stretched her arm when Elize's forearm, or at least the metal limb that has at some point taken its place, wraps around her throat. The woman's grip is frighteningly tight and the metal around Lara's neck is stone cold. The witch whines desperately for air, tears coming to her eyes. If this all had happened not so many years before, she would have called it karma. "I take your life, you take mine." And her mind races to the time when Elize wasn't a brainwashed assassin choking her in an empty laboratory, but her loving friend who always managed to make her smile. She sniffles at the thought and, as air stops filling her lungs and her lips turn blue, she remembers the days when Elize was Elize and not Agent 225, when she hated Tony with all her heart, when Jonas did not-

Jonas. Jonas and his words. What were they? Lara starts fidgeting, trying to get enough oxygen inside her chest to talk. "Acasă," she finally manages to whisper.

Elize freezes in place and stops choking her. The other woman brings a pale hand to her friend's arm, who starts muttering incoherent words, as if her brain had shorted out. "I… I…" Her words are shaky, a perfect mix of Agent 225's and Elize's.

"Acasă," Lara continues, this time more confidently. "Ești acasă," she tries saying with a pronunciation that is far from the one she could once be proud of, but still seems to work. When the arm around her throat loosens its grip, Lara smiles weakly. "Apparently Anderson isn't great at speaking Romanian too." She carefully removes Elize's arm from around her neck and turns to face her friend. "It's okay," she says, her tone surprisingly calm considering all the emotions going on inside of her. "I- I promise." She reaches for Elize's hand and brings her gaze up to her face, afraid to see those blank eyes again.

Instead the woman shakes her head ever so slightly, like she had been daydreaming the whole time. She opens her mouth, but her lips tremble as she slowly removes the black mask and places it on the nearby counter. "Lara?" She asks with a whisper of voice.

Lara lets go a breath, something not recommended to someone who has been choked for the past minutes, but she doesn't care. She literally launches herself in Elize's arms, pulling her closer. No more than an instant later (just the time to process who she has before her eyes), Elize hugs her back, arms around her neck in a much more pleasant way than before. Taken over by happiness, Lara squeezes her and lays her head on her shoulder, letting the other woman soothingly massage her back. After an indefinite amount of time, Lara feels a muffled giggle coming to her ear. "Just a friendly reminder that I have ribs, and they are breakable, Elle." 

She breathes out a laugh and lets her go. "As you wish, boss."

Elize rolls her eyes, but is suddenly struck by lightning and stares at Lara. "Wait what are you doing here?" She quickly studies her friend's new appearance and raises an eyebrow. "Glad to see you're done with orange hair dye though."

Lara smiles and opens her mouth to explain everything, when a panicking Jonathan rushes inside the room, a small cut on his forehead. "Elle, you may want to hurry, there are other guys down- who the hell are you?" He gestures to Elize, cautiously stepping forward.

Lara crosses her arms with a sigh. "Jonathan, this is Elize. Elize, my brother Jonathan."

Elize furrows her brows. "Wait, slow down. Since when do you have a brother?"

"Since I was born," she replies, leaning forward with a smirk. "Turns out they just forgot to tell me."

Elize nods and turns to Jonathan, who crosses his arms as he moves closer to his sister, still studying the woman before him. "Good to know. What were you saying?"

Lara is observing out of the big floor to ceiling window, slightly moving the curtain to better capture every movement outside the flat. Elize, who is sitting on the bed not far from the woman, studies her, her head tilted to the side. She straightens herself. "Tell me again, whose apartment is this?"

Lara throws a last glance outside before turning around with a light smile. "S.H.I.E.L.D." With a few large steps she plops on the bed, right beside Elize. "Pretty, isn't it?"

She laughs as she caresses her metal arm, still not used to the cold material now making up a large part of her body. "So you did listen to me in the end."

The other one chuckles, laying down on the bed. "It took a while, but I did."

Elize is about to say something, but is interrupted by Jonathan stepping into the room and walking closer to them. Moving a hand through his freshly washed hair, he approaches Elize. "Hate to ruin the mood, but are you absolutely sure you don't remember anything?" 

She shrugs. "I told you, I have no idea how I ended up there. I just…" She freezes, realizing hitting her like a truck. She brings a hand to her mouth as her eyes water, guilt taking over her. "I… I did not… You…? Did- did I attack you?" She looks at Lara, but her friend can do nothing but nod.

Elize immediately covers her face, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I'm so, so sorry," she mutters in between sobs, unable to accept the fact that she may have attacked her closest friend.

Lara moves closer to her, an arm draped around her shoulder as she pulls her to her chest. "It's okay, Liz, you were not yourself," she whispers and Jonathan sits down and tries to comfort her too by caressing her back.

After Elize has calmed down, she wipes away the last couple of tears and straightens herself. "I- I must have done terrible things, I don't even want to know them…" She shakes her head. "I'm so happy you found me. I… I shouldn't be here! I should be dead!"

Lara widens her eyes. "You should not be dead!"

"I mean, I don't think someone should be able to come back to life," Elize insists.

Jonathan smirks. "You're talking with the right person then." Somehow Lara still manages to kick his calf.

Elize moves her gaze between them. "I'm sorry, what did I miss?"

Jonathan grins. "Oh nothing, Elle just decided to die and therefore break some annoying sorcerer's heart, but don't worry, she's fine and still lik-" Another kick stops him from finishing his sentence and Elize turns to Lara, who smiles innocently. She leans back. "I died and Katrina brought me back to life."

Elize widens her eyes. "God, Katrina! She's still working with Agency X, I'm afraid. We have to-"

"Already done," Jonathan cuts her off with a smile and he leans with his forearms on his knees.

Elize blinks her eyes slowly and Lara proceeds to explain. "We have already found her and she is currently free. I'm not really sure where she is, but she's doing great."

"Oh… okay." She adjusts herself on her seat and turns again to Lara. "So… what are you gonna do now?"

"Well, first of all we're bringing you to New York. Jonas Feige told us you may have some chips on you and I know someone who can remove them fast and painlessly," Lara explains.

Jonathan shakes his head. "No way, you two are going to New York, I still have someone to find."

His sister furrows her brows. "You are not going after Sandra alone," she replies. 

"I'll be fine," he shrugs. "You go and do your stuff, when you are done you can come join me." He gets up and throws at Lara her leather jacket. "You don't have to worry about me, I'm a responsible adult." Upon Lara's eyebrow arching, he corrects himself. "An adult, I'm an adult… but my point still stands!" Lara can do nothing but sigh and try to ignore Elize's amused expression as she gets ready to leave.

When they leave Bruce's lab one hour and a half later, Lara's watch reads ten o'clock pm. She takes a roundabout as she finishes explaining the complicated events which led to her making a skyscraper collapse on Stephen. Elize nods and moves her gaze from the street to her friend. "About this guy, is he really that bad? I mean, Jonathan doesn't seem to like him too much…"

Lara giggles. "He exaggerates. Stephen is, well… complicated. But he's a great man. He's smart, funny, kind, selfless, hardworking and a lot more." She stops at the red traffic lights and taps her nails on the steering wheel, trying to find the words to explain Stephen, but damn it is hard.

She finds them just as the lights turn green. "He happens to have a whole lot of walls around himself, which make him look completely different from how he really is."

Elize nods as a light smirk forms on her face. "By the way you are talking about him, it seems like you're pretty close."

She bats her eyelashes, eyes wide open, and even the brakes make a strange noise almost as if they were surprised. "We are, well… I don't know, are we close friends? Probably, who knows. We know each other very well and trust each other a lot, that's it." She turns for a second to Elize, with an expression that may resemble worry. "Right?"

Elize laughs. "How am I supposed to know? I haven't even met him yet."

Lara nods and, after a short silence, goes on talking about Katrina, the Avengers, Brad and everyone else. She describes the day she first met Jonathan and their fight, how their relationship has improved since then and how he's now helping her take down Agency X.

"Wait," Elize interrupts her. "So you headbutted your own brother?"

She laughs. "I don't even regret it that much. I mean, I felt worse when I punched a cop."

"You did what?"

She sighs as if they were discussing something absolutely normal and socially accepted. "In my defense, he was being an ass and-" A quick glance to Elize's raised eyebrow makes Lara stop. "And you should have known before dying that you were almost all of my common sense."

Elize buries her face in her hands and pins her elbows on her knees. "That Stephen must have the patience of a saint…" The only response she gets is a weak giggle.

When they finally get to the Sanctum, they're still chatting. Lara leads her friend through the hallways as far as the library. Here she, her face turned to Elize, casually reaches for the door handle, but freezes when she instead collides with Stephen.

Elize has to admit she never expected to see her friend blush furiously, her face one breath away from someone else's, then smile awkwardly and abruptly stop, swallowing hardly. She also never expected to see the man she just assumes is Stephen blush even more than Lara, frozen in place like a deer caught in headlights. After a very embarrassing moment, Stephen straightens himself and clears his voice, before throwing a glance at Elize. "Please tell me this one is less annoying than your brother," he tells Lara.

She bites her bottom lip and nods. "I hope it's not a problem if-"

"No, no, not at all, " he quickly answers, interrupting her. After another second of intense staring, he steps back and lets the two women in, then promptly leaves and closes the door, genuinely glad Wong was not around to witness such a scene.

As soon as Lara turns from the closed door to her friend, Elize furrows her brow in curiosity. "I'm sorry but... do you two always stare longingly into each other's eyes while being three inches apart?"

Lara bats her eyelashes. "I- I don't know what you're talking about," she cuts short.

Elize arches a brow. "Uhm. Tell me, Elle," she says, "how come you have 3 PhDs and the emotional intelligence of a chair?"

Lara rolls her eyes and abandons her backpack on the floor. "I know what you're thinking but this is not the case."

Elize nods, not convinced, and is about to reply but is interrupted by Lara's ringtone. The woman is fast to pick up the call, Tony's voice almost shaking. "Hey Elle. It's about Jonathan."

*Nu știu despre cine vorbești. -> I don't know who you're talking about.

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How to plant a scented garden

Isabel Bannerman’s Scent Magic is an exquisitely observant and personal diary of the way scents – especially garden scents – can affect your mood. Scents have the power to transport you in a delightful way – sniffing lemon tree in a glasshouse might trigger ‘a minuscule holiday in the mind’ and they can whisk you back in time: ‘ today the garden smelled warmly felted in a halloween way …. so nostalgically exciting with all the childish happiness of half term’.

Bannerman’s approach is heady and infectious and although some scents are utterly pleasurable – Rosa ‘Rosarie de l’Haÿ’ smells of cucumber, tea and laundered tablecloths laid at a table on the lawn’ and she describes roses which ‘give one a giddy feeling like falling in a dream’, Bannerman is brilliant on the power of more complex smells, the way a picked nasturtium ‘carries with it the back of old cupboards and forgotten drawers’ or the way the smell of a white cashmere jumper in a shop ‘made me remember that I used to love the smell of shops and hotels, of uptown New York and, yes, of airports.  I still do sometimes’.

Isabel and her husband, Julian Bannerman are perhaps the most charismatic garden designers of their generation.  They have designed theatrical and deeply romantic gardens at Highgrove, Houghton Hall and Woolbeding. and have created equally atmospheric gardens of their own, most recently at Trematon Castle in Cornwall where much of this intoxicating observation takes place.

As well as an inspiring invitation to consider every kind of scent more deeply, the book is practical and constantly generous in its recommendations for plants which work hard in the garden, looking as good as they smell. So why not try introducing some new scent into your own garden? Here are a handful of Isabel Bannerman’s recommendations for scented plants:

‘Regale lilies still astonish. They are the perfect way to get excited about gardening. Buy the plump artichokey bulbs in December …and watch them flourish into tannoy trumpets, white and yellow as Berwick swans, bellowing out perfume.’

The spreading deciduous shrub, witch hazel, lights up the New Year garden with fragrant crinkled flowers that look as if they are made from shredded silk.

‘I love that smell, a clean sanitorium smell of pure alcohol and Elastoplast. Mr B. (Julian Bannerman) says the rusty red ones smell good, of cigar boxes and cinnamon …Hamamelis x intermedia ‘Pallida’ is one with the most scented and most luminous pale sulphur flowers, shining out on the dullest day’.

A small, rounded evergreen shrub with clusters of fragrant pink flowers in early spring. In the words of Isabel, it is ‘ the star of the spring garden…the scent is almost edible, candied but packing a sharp, sherbet punch, warmed by a whisper of clove.’

A compact and versatile  variety of the deliciously fragrant mock orange: ‘useful in beds and borders, spangled with starry white pineapple fruity fumes in June’

An autumn flowering camellia with single pink-tinged white flowers against shiny dark green leaves. ‘Narumigata’ is ‘ one of the best … a smell as fine as a petal, light as orange flower water, barely there, an almost imagined jasmine. At any other time of year this camellia would not really rate as scented flower, but in November it is a delight to eye and nose’.

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TV Series:

The Crown, Season One (currently airing on Netflix)

A vivid and overall historically accurate series that focuses on the early reign of Queen Elizabeth II, beginning with her marriage to Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh, followed by her obligatory introduction to British politics after the passing of her father, King George VI.

Novels:

This period drama, with its political intrigue, familiar turmoil, and historical details, may lead viewers to revisit the popular TV series Downton Abbey, or to the works of novelist Julian Fellowes who created that series.  However, if you’ve watched the show and are looking for novels that center on this or other royal families, here are a few recommended reads:  

The Summer Queen by Elizabeth Chadwick

Young, golden-haired and blue-eyed Eleanor has everything to look forward to as the heiress to wealthy Aquitaine. But when her beloved father dies suddenly in the summer of 1137, her childhood is over. Forced to marry the young prince Louis of France, she barely adjusts before another death catapults them to being crowned King and Queen of France.

The Golden Prince by Rebecca Dean

It's 1912, and seventeen-year-old Prince Edward, England's Golden Prince of Wales, is feeling the burden of his position. However, when unexpected circumstances bring him to the home of the four Houghton sisters, his life suddenly seems more interesting. As he secretly spends more time with Lily, the youngest of the girls, he finds himself falling hopelessly in love. But Lily is not royal, and a thousand years of precedent insist that future Queens of England are of royal blood. Will the strength of their love be enough or will destiny tear them apart?

The Constant Princess by Philippa Gregory

Daughter of Queen Isabella and King Ferdinand of Spain, Katherine of Aragon has been fated her whole life to marry Prince Arthur of England. When they meet and are married, the match becomes as passionate as it is politically expedient. But tragically, Arthur falls ill and extracts from his young bride a deathbed promise to marry his brother Henry, become Queen, and fulfill their dreams and her destiny.

Innocent Traitor by Alison Weir

Lady Jane Grey was born into times of extreme danger. Child of a scheming father and a ruthless mother, for whom she was merely a pawn in a dynastic power game with the highest stakes, she lived a life enthralled to political machinations and lethal religious fervor. Her honesty, intelligence and strength of character carry her through all the vicious twists of Tudor power politics, to her nine-day reign and its unbearably poignant conclusion.

For lighter fare featuring the Windsors, try these…

Uncommon Reader by Alan Bennett

When the Queen in pursuit of her wandering corgis stumbles upon a mobile library she feels duty bound to borrow a book. Aided by Norman, a young man from the palace kitchen who frequents the library, Bennett describes the Queen's transformation as she discovers the liberating pleasures of the written word.

Gone with the Windsors by Laurie Graham

When Maybell Brumby, frisky, wealthy, and recently widowed, quits Baltimore and arrives in London, she finds that her old school chum, Bessie Wallis Warfield, is there ahead of her. Impoverished and ambitious as ever, Wallis is on the make. Hampered by plodding husband number two, but armed with terrific bone structure and a few erotic tricks picked up in China, Wallis sets her sights on the most eligible bachelor in the world: the Prince of Wales, heir to the throne.

Mrs. Queen Takes the Train by William M. Kuhn

Mrs. Queen Takes the Train wittily imagines the kerfuffle that transpires when a bored Queen Elizabeth strolls out of the palace in search of a little fun, leaving behind a desperate team of courtiers who must find the missing Windsor before a national scandal erupts.

Princess Elizabeth’s Spy by Susan Elia MacNeal

Maggie Hope, former secretary to Prime Minister Winston Churchill, completes her training to become a spy for MI-5. Spirited, strong-willed, and possessing one of the sharpest minds in government for mathematics and code-breaking, she fully expects to be sent abroad to gather intelligence for the British front. Instead, to her great disappointment, she is dispatched to go undercover at Windsor Castle, where she will tutor the young Princess Elizabeth in math. Yet castle life quickly proves more dangerous--and deadly--than Maggie ever expected.

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If you anytime dream of a garden, you apparently dream of your own. I do, usually afterwards 48 hours in a city. The acclaimed mural designers Julian and Isabel Bannerman say they dream “recurrently” of award “a lost, abhorred abode in an awkward garden, not to be begin on any map”. They anticipate themselves as hunters and the absent abode as their quarry. In response, they accept advantaged their book on their above works Mural of Dreams. Just out in paperback, it makes an accomplished present for anyone who is at affection a landscaper, a “projects person” or a agog voyeur of what able designers can do to an biting site. The capital biographer is Isabel, whose vividly coloured appearance is alternate with astute insight. The abounding colour photos accept been alleged to affright us and draw us in but, as she accurately remarks, “photography is one thing, agronomical another”.

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The Bannermans accept a acceptability for imagination, adorned and basal architectonics which marks them out amid garden designers in Britain. Their book helps to explain their roots. As a country babe Isabel had admired camping with her ancestor by the river Wye, admitting her mother “loathed all things outdoors”. She alien Isabel to Chelsea area she took her on outings to acquisition items to advertise in her aged shop. Her ancestor had helped to set up the Open University and still took her for walks in London to see burghal regeneration, ecology change and paintings by the abundant mural masters, abnormally Claude and Poussin. Isabel advised at St Paul’s Girls’ School in London, activity overawed by her adolescent Paulinas as she “read Country Activity with added appetite than Cosmopolitan”. She enjoyed it because it was not so abundant account as attractive at pictures of houses, landscapes and furniture. She again went to Edinburgh university to abstraction history and history of art, including aboriginal Islamic architectonics and the development of the English country house.

In Edinburgh she begin the best accepted bar in the burghal was Bannerman’s, run by Julian. As a baby boy Julian had amorphous to garden with his arresting mother Hilda in Scotland. She again confused him to Bristol and a alternation of schools, but Julian sometimes able to France, blockage at a baby Champagne house, endemic by accompany of his ancestor in 1939. He additionally decamped to his ancient sister’s father-in-law, a brigadier beside Dartmoor, area he acquainted at home in the “mossiness and fern-furled, primrose-rich beastly activity of Devon”. Julian had not been a acknowledged buck but, as Isabel able-bodied puts it, “antiques and architectonics apology were a anchorage for those in the 1960s and 1970s who did not fit into added accepted paths through life”. He could acrylic and draw and anticipate spatially. He had advised at Oxford’s Ruskin School of Art and while in Edinburgh had formed with artists in a notable abreast theatre group. He had additionally bought The Ivy, a “very derelict” abode in Chippenham, congenital in 1727 and afresh larboard to decay. Before continued he accustomed the ultimate accolade, a agenda in the account of that cantankerous country abode expert, James Lees-Milne: “not abundant acceptable will appear of that adolescent man”.

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Married to Isabel, it anon did. Abreast Chippenham, their aboriginal applicant was Candida, babe of the artist John Betjeman and herself a lover of area which showed abnormal imagination. By the 1990s the Bannermans’ audience continued from Prince Charles at Highgrove to Paul Getty in the Chilterns and Lord Rothschild at Waddesdon Manor. Julian’s theatricality, aesthetic faculty and babbler eye devised the now-famous garden of old timberline stumps and board architectonics for Highgrove, what Prince Charles again alleged his “ stumpery”. He advised barrio in solid wood, temples, gateways, pillars and obelisks, admitting others were still dabbling with bean and stone- substitutes. He alike active a alone array of decoration, antlers afford by stags, which he nailed in clusters on his board buildings’ pediments. In his prefatory letter to the book, Prince Charles calls the Bannermans “the aces brood of William Kent”, the abundant artist of the aboriginal 18th century. Like Kent they amalgamate architecture, mural and autogenous architectonics “believably and with such aboriginal elan”.

Like Isabel, Julian grew up with a aciculate eye for celebrated items alone in affirmation yards. In their garden at Hanham Alcazar abreast Bristol he fabricated a caricature of a broke abbey from alone bean abbey windows and $.25 of a burst church. He again began to set a pond basin central it. He was ordered to stop by a planning administrator who begin the charcoal so believable that he affected they were aboriginal to the site. Permission to abide was accepted retrospectively back the planning administrator apparent his mistake.

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Since 2006, Bannermania has been best axiomatic in the belted garden of the Aristocrat of Arundel beside Arundel Alcazar in Sussex. Julian’s board architectonics has proliferated here, including a aperture acclimatized from a cartoon by Inigo Jones and a amusing miniature castle, Oberon’s Palace, based on Jones’s set architectonics for a cloister masque by Ben Jonson in the aboriginal 17th century. Historical recycling and acuteness run through the plan, one of the best amazing garden designs in England in the accomplished 12 years. As at Hanham, their above home, the Bannermans accept alike installed a affection acclimatized from the celebrated garden of the Archbishop’s Palace at Salzburg. A baptize jet supports a gilded coronet, fit for the earl, artlessly by its own pressure. The acme seems to be dancing on the water’s peak.

Personally I could not alive with such a structural and affected garden, abounding of tricks, apish architectonics and alike a gilded replica of an agave in a big urn. However, the book makes absolutely bright that the Bannermans, now citizen in a admirable ambience in Cornwall, accept kept their anxiety on the ground. Their accounts of their assignment at Seend in Wiltshire and the arresting ambience of Houghton Hall in Norfolk are abundant nearer my own array of country dream with anatomy and shape. “We accept absent jobs,” they write, “by adage that what is bare is not added garden but less . . . gardening has become a article and sometimes it is appealing sickening.” Indeed, but they still adulation plants, noisette roses which Isabel admires for their continued beginning division adjoin walls; lupins galore, which ache with me from aphids, and free-flowering scarlet lilies, new to me, alleged Easy Salsa which attending arresting in their big pots. They abide acquainted of the beauty, too, of non-garden plants, alike simple types of thorn, although their plan for a garden in this appearance abreast Arena Zero in Manhattan to admire the British dead on 9/11 has been adulterated by others’ changes.

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When a 17th-century amid garden was adequate at Hampton Cloister Palace, I bethink walking into it and exclaiming, “Heaven advice me.” Added shrewdly, Julian remarked, “if it looks wrong, it is right”. The accomplished was not as we generally imagine, and there is absolutely a shock of the old. Throughout their book, the Bannermans call and allegorize designs which accompany the accomplished into the present after accident the accommodation to affright as able-bodied as delight.

Landscape of Dreams: The Area of Isabel and Julian Bannerman, Pimpernel Press, £25/$40

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I ADORE the OT3!!! And everything that goes with it. But I also feel like Lily/Frank deserves some spotlight too, so...

(Please imagine the flower language picked yourself, sorry, as I was too lazy to do so myself. And also, can I just say - Lily's goshes throughout the movie???)

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It's Macgregor who shows Frank where to purchase flowers in London. Frank, arranging a bouquet according to the novel of flower language he'd just read, relaxes when Macgregor beams as he looks it over for him. Already tucking away a few blooms to surprise Macgregor with when he's forgotten about them, Frank tips his hat at the florist before he goes to set up his surprise.

(He also stops off to buy a live plant for the Doctor of Botany to hedge his bets a bit - - or in case Proxima gets to it first. "PROXIMA.")

Rapping on Dr. Houghton's office door, the bouquet hidden behind his back, Frank grins at the distracted return of, "Enter," already knowing what he's going to find as he swings open the door.

Lily, sleeves rolled up and hair tossed up in a messy bun, blinks at him from her seat at a desk piled high with maps and papers, a pen dripping ink tucked on top of one of her ears. "Sorry. Did I forget tea again?" she asks, eyes already dropping to pull the journal she'd been studying to herself again.

"Do I look like your brother?" Frank chuckles.

Lily snorts. "And HOW glad am I of that." She looks up, smiling as Frank walks over. "Then...?"

"Then..." Frank brandishes his bouquet, eyes crinkling, "Just wondering if you wanted to stop and smell these, Pants."

It takes Lily a few moments to realize what she's looking at. But when she does, pink rises on her cheeks, and she reaches out, hand sliding behind Frank's neck to tug him down. Bumping their foreheads together before covering his mouth with her own smiling lips, she can't help but breath after a few heated kisses, "...GOSH, I just KNOW you ACTUALLY really know what those flowers mean, don't you?"

Letting the bouquet go to rest on the desk as he slides his hand down Lily's side, Lily's arms rising to wrap around his neck, Frank's amused, positive answer is happily lost to their prolonged embrace instead.

Yes you're so right!!

I love this, that is such a sweet, perfect fic!!! thank you!

[ofbotany]

JUST  IMAGINE  THE  LIVES  THAT  COULD  BE  SAVED.  .  .     legend  says  one  petal  from  the  tree  will  heal  anything.   it  will  change  medicine  forever.

independent  doctor  lily  houghton  of  disney’s  jungle  cruise,    by  zanza.

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