#alison rowdy

[liberteqm]

Eva Green as Alison Rowdy in Liaison (1x06)

[tv-moments]

Liaison

Season 1, “Manipulations”

Director: Stephen Hopkins

DoP: Peter Levy

[agustinavids]

Alison Rowdy (+Gabriel) | Not going back

[ship-recced]

Rec of the Week: “alison & gabriel (liaison) | our love is a ghost” fanvid

Sometimes you see your hyperfixations coming, and sometimes they’re completely unexpected. I had never even heard of Apple TV’s French spy drama Liaison when I tuned into this edit from @simplymaterial. But within moments I was hooked and needed to watch the 6-episode show ASAP, which is exactly what I did.

Alison and Gabriel’s relationship, depicted beautifully in this fanvid, is fascinating in its complexity. Neither wishes to be drawn to the other, but it’s like wishing the sun won’t set: futile. Despite the hurt and betrayals in their past, Alison and Gabriel’s love is pure. You can see it in their quiet moments as much as in their grand gestures of self-sacrifice.

Come for the hauntingly romantic song and stay for the intense love story playing out amid an international conspiracy…

[natjennie]

i like the idea of pat being super physically affectionate like even in the tiniest little ways because obviously he worked with kids for a decade, so his instinct is always a hand on your shoulder or a high five or a hug or a ruffle of your hair. so like sometimes alison will say something funny and he'll go to clap her on the back and make himself nauseous. she gets a cramp and grabs onto the railing of the stairs and he automatically tries to put a hand on her arm to steady her. mike is cooking and about to touch a hot pan and pat instinctively tries to push his hand out of the way and he doubles over through the stove.

and then with the ghosts like it took a loooong time for some of them to get comfortable with it because most of them are really repressed and come from time periods where casual affection like that is just unheard of. every time someone gets walked through pat is there to rub their back. when cap is on patrol and pat is walking with him looking at the birds, he puts a hand on his shoulder to guide him out of the way before he steps on some gardening equipment. sometimes he catches himself licking his thumb and rubbing some soot off of mary's face without even meaning to. julian hurts his finger straining to type and pat instantly pretends to offer a bandage and kisses it better. he'll do that dad thing where he just falls asleep on the couch and robin will curl up next to him. when he wakes up and robin's still asleep he pets his head and furs as robin snores. he offers to fix fanny's hair when they've had a particularly rowdy day despite the fact that it will fix itself in 5 minutes. he hugs kitty good morning every day. do you see my vision.

[illicitlimerence-writes]

teddy bears & blankets | m. verstappen

pairing: max verstappen x leclerc!reader

word count: 2.3k words

request: yes, by anon: “hear me out…single mum who’s a leclerc and max👀”

prompt: character a can’t wrap gifts to save their life. character b is their neighbor and can help. from this prompt list. not my prompts, credits to the person who created it!warnings: a baby, fluffy max, a sick baby:( language maybe, kinda angsty in the middle.

a/n: day 5! i really didn’t plan to write three kid fics in a row, but oh well. REMINDER THAT MY REQUESTS ARE CLOSED, EVEN IF IT’S FOR THE SPECIAL. pls, i don’t want to close my askbox but if i keep getting i’ll have to turn it off.

my masterlist / 25 days of christmas masterlist

he sighed, tossing yet another piece of wrapping paper aside. max was talented in many different things, but wrapping gifts just wasn’t one of them. he was already stressed enough having to buy a gift for a christmas party he had forgotten about, spending almost two hours in line at a store, and now he had no idea how to wrap this box. 

when he was sure that the paper was large enough to cover it completely, once he started placing the adhesive tape either one side was larger than the other or he placed it in a way that just didn’t work. he decided to just give up and place a bow on top. 

he put on his coat, with the gift in one hand and keys in the other. he stepped out and closed the door, and was about to place the key in the keyhole when he heard the sound of the elevator arrive at his floor. he turned his head, seeing his neighbor and her daughter.

“hi, max,” she said, waving her free hand at him, the other one was holding her sleeping child. “i thought you’d be at charles’ by now,” she smiled.

“yeah, that’s where i’m heading, i just… i couldn’t figure out how to wrap this,” he held up the gift, “but i gave up,” he chuckled, watching her shift her weight from one leg to the other, “let me help you,” he said, opening his arms to grab the child. 

when max found out a few months ago that his new next-door neighbor had a one-year-old baby he feared the worst. he was used to the peace and quiet of having a floor all to himself, and a baby would undoubtedly break that silence he cherished so much. but that wasn’t the case with (y/n) and alison leclerc. 

alison was probably the best, well-behaved child max had ever met, he was used to his nephews, rowdy and a little bratty if he was being honest, but alison was soft, gentle, not too noisy and always staring up at him with eyes that looked just like charles’.

“she’ll wake up, can you get the door, please?” she asked, handing him the keys. he nodded and opened the door for her. “thank you,” she turned on the lights, “make yourself at home, i’ll put this little one to bed and i’ll help you with that,” she smiled at him.

“oh, no, you don’t have to- i-”

“my brother has been working all day for this dinner to be perfect, he won’t let you in if you show up with an unwrapped gift.” she raised an eyebrow, “he’s been freaking out all day, so, for the sake of charles’ health, let me wrap that gift for you,” she used her mom voice, giving him one last look before walking to ali’s room.

“yes, ma’am,” max said, running to his place to grab the leftover wrapping paper. he returned just as she was walking back, still with alison in her arms, but this time the baby was awake. “what happened?” he asked, a smile on his face as he looked at the baby, with sleep evident in her eyes, her cheeks an intense shade of pink. 

“it’s like a curse,” she sighed, “right when i was placing her head on the pillow she woke up,” she placed ali on the counter, the baby immediately turning to crawl away, “nope, ali-”

“i’ll play with her, if that’s okay,” max offered. “a favor for a favor,” he said, walking to the little girl.

“what do you say ali? want to play with max?” she asked the girl, who had made her way to the fruit bowl and was playing with a small clementine. 

“mash,” ali said, trying to say max. he smiled.

max entertained the baby, letting her pick whatever she wanted to play with. she kept coming back to the small clementine, and as the girl’s mother was cutting the right amount of paper, ali handed him the clementine.

“you want me to eat it?” he asked, grabbing the fruit and lifting it up to his lips.

alison laughed, squealing and clapping her hands. 

“thank you, ali, that’s the best fruit i’ve ever had!” max opened his hand, lifting it in front of ali’s face. “high five,” he said, grabbing ali’s hand and clapping it against his own. ali laughed, doing it again and again, each time harder than the last. “ow,” he said, shaking his hand after one particularly hard clap. 

“ali, gentle,” her mother reminded her. max turned to the older leclerc girl, seeing her already done with the gift. “here you go, you’re free to leave now,” max inspected the gift, she’d even managed to make a bow out of the same paper.

“how did you do that?” he asked, staring at her in awe. she only shrugged.

“i’m multitalented,”

“can i come to you every time i need a gift wrapped?”

“yeah! we love having guests, don’t we, ali?” she asked, the girl had leaned against max’s torso, he was leaning against the edge of the counter, where ali was sitting to make sure she didn’t fall or crawl away. 

“i think she’s falling asleep.” he said, pressing a hand to the back of her head to support her.

“thank god,” she sighed, “i thought it was going to be another sleepless night.”

“she’s got issues sleeping at night?”

“lately, yeah.”

“i’ve never heard her,” max said, the leclercs apartment was always so quiet it almost felt like no one lived there.

“she’s not a crier. she just stares around,” 

“well…” he said, doubting for a second if he really wanted to say it, but he decided to do it, “feel free to stop by if you need anything. i mean it, whether it’s to entertain ali or… if you need company.”

he knew that parenting was already hard with both parents around, and he couldn’t imagine how difficult it was being a single parent. and he liked her, they knew each other since they were kids and had grown up together in a way, with her always tagging along to charles’ races and events. 

“thank you,” she said, walking closer to them, “and the same goes to you, mi casa es tu casa.” she smiled at him.

alison moved her head, extending her arms

“mama,” she yawned. 

“i think i’ll leave, she needs all the rest she can get,”

“yeah,” she nodded. “have a nice night, max.”

“thank you, you too.”

-

it was two weeks later, and again, max was struggling to decide whether he really should ask (y/n) for help. throughout those two weeks theyy had managed to run into each other more than the entire time they'd been neighbors. max would always pay a little extra attention to them, whether it was helping her with whatever she was carrying, opening the door for her, or holding alison in his arms. 

he could say that they were starting to become close friends, and after two weeks he found himself looking forward to seek her help.

he was standing in front of his mirror brushing his hair to make sure it was in place. he looked down to his bottles of cologne, and he grabbed one, how finger ready to apply it, but thought about alison, if the girl was to get close to him the chemicals from the fragrance could irritate her. 

he walked out of his room, with the roll of wrapping paper and the gift under his arm, something inside of him moved at the thought of seeing them again. 

he lifted his fist to knock on the door, waiting for the usual stomping of little feet or her soft voice. he waited a few seconds before knocking again. 

he heard soft whimpers getting louder, and soft shushing as the door opened. his face fell as he saw the state of both girls.

“what happened?” he asked immediately, seeing them both in their pjs, with alison crying soundlessly and her mother looking like she was on the verge of tears as well.

“i’m sorry, max, i- i can’t help you right now i-”

“no, no, forget about this, what’s wrong?” he asked, and right as he finished talking alison started coughing.

“she’s sick, and she can’t sleep and… god, i feel so… powerless,” she said, rubbing her hand up and down the baby’s back, “i wish i could make her feel okay but-” she shook her head, rubbing a hand down her face as tears started falling from her eyes.

“hey, it’s alright,” max whispered, walking in and wrapping his arm around her, “have you called her doctor?”

“yeah, he already prescribed the medicine, but… i don’t know what to do now, she keeps coughing and waking herself up.”

“mash,” they both looked at alison, watching her extend her arms towards him.

“no, baby, you’ll get max sick-” she explained, taking her arms down, but the baby insisted.

“it’s alright, i… i can hold her, i don’t mind.”

“but you’ll-”

“if it helps her, and you, i would love to hold her.” max said, watching ali lean herself forward. max dropped his stuff on the floor and held her. he placed the back of his hand against her forehead, “i think she’s got a fever.”

“yeah, the medicine should help with that.” she said, wiping her face with the sleeve of her sweatshirt. “god, i’m a mess. let me get your things so you-”

“no, forget about that. i’m staying.”

“what? max you don’t have-”

“i want to. i won’t be able to focus on anything all night knowing you’re both like this.” right then alison started coughing again, and max rubbed her back gently, whispering softly in her ear, “there you go, get it all out. want to look at the city?” he asked, walking to the window overlooking the harbor, “look at the boats and the lights, ali…” he said, the girl leaning her head on his shoulder and yawning. “she’s sleepy,” he told her mom.

“yeah, she hasn’t slept all day. only for a few minutes before having a coughing fit every time.” she explained.

“have you called your mom? or brothers?” he asked, knowing that they would all most likely be there to help them both if they knew.

“they’re all gone. on holiday. we were supposed to join them but… well, look at us.”

“well, you’re not alone anymore. i’m here,” he walked to her, wrapping his free arm around her, careful with the baby between them. 

“you- really don’t have to do this, you had plans and-”

“and i can see them tomorrow or next week, that’s the least of my problems right now. right now you both should get some sleep. this little one is already falling asleep.”

“i just hope she can rest more than fifteen minutes at a time,” 

“you want me to lay her down or-”

“yeah, come,” she said, walking down a hallway and opening the door to ali’s bedroom. everything was decorated in neutral warm colors and was very clean.

“i think this is the tidiest baby room i’ve seen,” max said, hoping to lighten the mood. 

“you should see my room. we’ve been sleeping there since she got sick, and it’s not pretty.”

“i’m sure it’s better than my room even when i’ve just cleaned it.”

she chuckled, preparing ali’s crib.

after placing her on the bed and waiting for her to fall asleep, they both stayed in her room, with max on the floor next to the crib, ready to act in case she started coughing or woke up. they stayed there for about twenty minutes, in silence, staring at alison longingly. 

max had grown attached to both of them, and the feeling he got when he first saw them that night was something he’d never felt before. he’d felt the back of his neck tingling, his heart seemed to sink down to his stomach. 

“i think this is it,”

“yeah?” max asked.

“yeah. she’s not even moving around, she used to squirm around, trying to get comfortable but now she’s… i think she’s finally gonna get some sleep,”

“and you should get some, too,” max said, eyes widening at what he had said, “sleep, i mean- i”

“i know what you meant,” she chuckled, covering her mouth with her hand to muffe her laugh. “i think i’ll just stay here for the night. i want to be here in case she wakes up.”

“well, we should get comfortable, then.” max said, leaning to grab a big stuffed bear and placed it beneath his head as a pillow.

“you’re not staying here, max. you really don’t have to.”

“of course i am. someone’s got to look out for you. and i know you’re both totally fine on your own normally, but these are not normal conditions. you need a little help, and i’m more than happy to be here.”

she smiled, a soft, sleepy smile that made max’s heart beat faster. she pulled out some blankets from the bottom drawer of ali’s wardrobe. scooting over next to max.

“you’ve got the pillow, i’ve got the blankets.” she said.

“i don’t know about you, but that sounds perfect.” 

“a sleeping, sick kid, a mom in the middle of an emotional breakdown, a teddy bear and blankets?”

“yeah.” he nodded, sounding absolutely serious about his posture.

“you’ve clearly not spend enough time in this house.” she joked, sliding down and wrapping the blanket around herself, getting ready to sleep, finally.

“well, i would love to do that. you know, to… get a gist of things around here.” he said, unaware of the smile on her face, since she’d turned her back to him.

“we’ll talk about it over breakfast.”

“that sounds perfect. good night.” he leaned down, giving alison one last look, making sure that she was still asleep before closing his eyes to sleep.

[evaggreendaily]

EVA GREEN as ALISON ROWDY in LIAISON s01e02.

[ferociouslycreativemystery]

Boo! Trick or treat!

How do you think the Button House ghosts are celebrating Hallowe'en?

Aaaah!! Great costume!

I think Robin is having the time of his life frightening Alison and all the other ghosts half to death (well, in a manner of speaking). Alison is getting in the spirit by decorating the house with cobwebs and toy bats, which has Mike questioning whether they don't have enough real spiders and pigeons already? Kitty thinks it's great though, and has a few ideas of her own that Alison has to gently explain to her are a little too grotesque even for Halloween.

Meanwhile Mike is on pumpkin carving duty, and Pat and the Captain are 'helping' by being horrified at his handling of the knife while making stylistic suggestions. This eventually devolves into the two of them having a (theoretical) pumpkin designing contest, which Thomas is called in to judge. He on his account has been in a surprisingly good mood all morning, although he is doing his best to put on an act of absolute misery and dedjection at the prospect of celebrating his own death in this jovial manner. Oh, woe be the man forced to contemplate the premature passing of his own potential. How truly unwilling he is to do such a thing. But needs must, he supposes.

Fanny on the other hand does not have to put on any sort of act. She has cursed the entire endeavour as an unholy charade and an insult to the unliving, and retreated to her pet cemetery to pay the dead some proper respects. Mary eventually joins her after saying her protective blessings over the house, in a feeble attempt at driving the devil from these heathen goings-on. She will have a lot of work to do tomorrow sanitising every room once the dust has settled.

So what about Julian? Well, he was hoping to stay up until 5 in the morning—when the party would really begin to kick into gear—so he was sorely disappointed to learn that there would only be a small get-together with Mike's family where they had dinner and talked. After finally concluding that arguing Alison out of this squareish behaviour was a futile mission he finally retreated to the TV room to sulk. Then he realised that he still didn't have the codes to the rowdy channels, and sulked even harder (but not hard enough).

The plaguers inquired what was going on upstairs as Alison came down to the cellar to get the decorations they had saved from last year. Upon learning the customs of this newfangled holiday they are intrigued, and as she leaves, closing the door behind her on the dark pit below, she can hear a mellow discussion staring up about what would be the best costume to wear for each of the diseased deceased. This will be their sole topic of conversation for the next fortnight or so.

So nothing special really, just a normal holiday at Button House 👻🎃

[spiderliliez]

Eva Green (as Alison Rowdy) Vincent Cassel (as Gabriel Delage) From Apple Studios’ drama/thriller series. LIAISON (2023) [+] EVA GREEN 💚 [+] ..more French Releases 🎬

[mylovingshadows]

EVA GREEN as ALISON ROWDY in LIAISON S01E01.

[liberteqm]

Eva Green as Alison Rowdy in Liaison (1x05)

[tv-moments]

Liaison

Season 1, “Storm Warning”

Director: Stephen Hopkins

DoP: Peter Levy

[theweaselandthekilt]

Was this in the works!? Did it ever happen??!!

[mdenvs3000w24]

My Preferred Role in Environmental Interpretation 

Hey everyone! Recently I’ve been considering some future roles I could pursue in nature interpretation. I’m currently practicing nature interpretation by writing this blog post. However, not to disappoint you guys, but this is not necessarily my perfect dream role. 

Ideal Role

In terms of an ideal role for me as a potential environmental interpreter, I think I would enjoy an interpretive position talking and connecting to people in person at a camp, national park, or nature-tourism location. I know that with digital advances, interpretation is pretty common online with websites, blogs, and social media. However, I find connecting in-person to be the most rewarding and desirable role and would therefore prefer interpretation that engages with people in person. And, with my love for being outdoors, being an interpreter on a nature hike in a National Park could be an ideal role for me.

This is a picture I took while walking along a boardwalk in PEI National Park. A location such as this would be a lovely location for an interpretive nature hike

However, I am currently inexperienced in the role of public speaking, and lack sufficient practice in environmental interpretation. Therefore, a good practice role for now could be interpreting nature 1-on-1 or in a small group with friends at a location I’m familiar with. This would provide excellent hands-on experience, while still fulfilling my desire to personally connect with people in an outdoor nature setting. 

Where Might it Be?

I currently attend the University of Guelph, and there is a beautiful arboretum essentially on campus with many beautiful trails, and a wide diversity of trees, plants, and animals. This could make for an optimal location for practicing nature interpretation with some friends, and I think many people would easily enjoy it. There are also a lot of informational resources surrounding it, which I could incorporate to provide background information on the Arboretum to my audience. Another good practice location would be nature trails in parks in my hometown that I have a personal connection to. This could help me create a personal connection to my audience when interpreting the location. 

Skills to Develop

There are definitely some more specific skills I need to develop in order to be an effective interpreter. For example, the overarching principle of nature interpretation according to Tilden (a famous founder of nature interpretation) is embracing a love for the place and for the visitors (Beck et al., 2018; p. 83). It is generally easy for me to love the natural place that I’m in because of my passion for nature and the outdoors. But. sometimes it can take conscious effort to love all your visitors, especially if you have some especially rowdy ones. 

According to the book Interpreting Cultural and Natural Heritage: For a Better World, a nature hike should progress in some orderly, story-like fashion so as to reach audiences of all ages (Grinder & McCoy, 1985). So, I definitely need to figure out how to craft an effective story while leading a hike on a nature trail.

Anyways, to summarize this post, I think an ideal future nature interpretation role for me would be to lead a nature hike at a national park or similar location. Leading an interpretive hike professionally would require the development of many skills, including public speaking, learning to craft a story, and learning to connect with people effectively. 

References

Beck, L., Cable, T. T., & Knudson, D. M. (2018). Interpreting cultural and natural heritage: For A Better World. SAGAMORE Publishing.

McCoy, S., Alison, L., & Grinder, E. (1985) THE GOOD GUIDE: A SOURCEBOOK FOR INTERPRETERS, DOCENTS, AND TOUR GUIDES. Ironwood Publishing. 

[celebritessource]

EVA GREEN as ALISON ROWDY in LIAISON S01E01.

[lavendershowcase]

If you haven’t heard of The Lavender Book Club yet then oh boy! I have a very appealing club you might want to join.

The Lavender Book Club has one major goal for all of us: to read more books written by and about LGBT writers. Right now, the club is pretty small and all conversations have been very chill. It is a discourse-free zone. If I see people getting too rowdy over anything that isn’t related to the book, they will immediately be kicked out of the server. Any attacks on anyone else’s identity or labels or experiences will not be tolerated.

If you would like to check out our Discord server, you can join here.

Transcript under cut:

An Introduction to the Lavender Book Club: a queer book club hosted by The Lavender Showcase, a blog dedicated to sharing and spreading works by LGBT writers

What Does the Book Club Read?

The Lavender Book Club reads books written by/about queer people. The books currently on our list vary. We have sci-fan, fantasy, YA, contemporary literature, romance, and non-fiction.

Every month, we try following a theme. Every theme is a bit vague. It could be just classics, YA, or non-fiction. There is quite an impressive spreadsheet, so we're currently not looking for any new suggestions. We're trying to pick through the books we've already been recommended.

When Does the Book Club Meet?

The book club "meets" every third Sunday of the month. It's 100% text-based meetings.

Most of the conversation happens in our Discord server, but anyone is also welcome to have conversations on Tumblr. You can send in asks or tag us if you would like to have us engage with your thoughts. You could also use the hastag #lavender book club and see who else is following the tag!

What Have We Read So Far?

The Charm Offensive by Alison Cochrun. Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas. Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuin. Carmilla by Sheridan Le Fanu.

How to Join Our Club

Anyone can join any way they want!

The invite link is posted [above]. Meetings are chill so there is no need to worry about how much you're talking. You don't even have to finish the book! A lot of times, in meetings, a good number of us haven't finished the book. Those who have, though, usually use spoilers to black out their text.

You can also just hop on Tumblr when the meeting day comes and chat however you like with other people who have read the book.

There's no pressure to read every book every month. If you just want to join because you think our current read looks interesting, that's fine! If you want to sit out some months because you can't find the books or aren't interested, that's fine too!