#incredibly chill never been chiller in my life

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nothing could have prepared me for going on tiktok and the first thing i see is sunwoo in a crop top with just a tank underneath???!,@,@,$*#*#*

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RFA + V and Saeran at a party!!

alright friends. picture this: a party. what kind of party? that is for you to think about. i’ll give my 2 cents on what they prefer, but their behaviors still stand. If you’ve ever been to a party, (and I consider just hanging w friends a party as well... literally anything is a party if you want it to be a party) you know DAMN WELL you can find a specific type of person at every single function. we’ve got the corner standers, we got the emotional rollercoaster, the bitches getting crossed, the couch chillers, the flirt, the table dancer. you get the vibe.

in short, this is a (very) drunk rfa at a party.

Jumin

- you already know this guy only drinks wine.

- two bottles; one red, one white (very bold) double fisting them.

- wine drunk is the best drunk lemme tell ya.

- he is just so relaxed. GODDAMN he’s chill

- he’s so chill that he could walk up to zen and take a drag of a cig. shocking. why would he do that? he would never do that! (he’s drunk bby)

- personal morals have left the chat

- definetly happy and very social. Likes to tell very good stories— and they are good. very funny guy

- total opposite from his work self, which many people know. it’s refreshing to see him let loose

- and when i say let loose i mean let loose

- oh, the function? he owns it. not only is he the life of the party, it’s actually in his penthouse. he literally owns it.

- he has the potential to throw a gatsby-like party, but he likes to stick with his close friends and colleagues. people are allowed to bring a plus one. the more the merrier. but not too many lol

Zen

- oh this guy? he’s a professional partier. balls to the wall type drinker.

- shotgunning beer, pong master, stack cup, ride the bus, shots, up jenkins. he plays them allllll

- very competitive. VERY. he gets really into it, but he’s not like a competitive jock type, he’s just very passionate.

- he will accept his losses with grace and dignity, as well as with a nice handshake with his opponent.

- his passion sometimes causes him some accidents. will probably bump into you, apologize and call you some sweet pet name, and then return back to his zone.

- everyone loves to talk to him. not just bc he’s handsome, but he is just so genuinely nice and can hold a great conversation, even while completely obliterated.

- he’s the kind of guy that goes around and makes sure everyone is having fun

- smooth moves. very flirtatious, duh. can literally charm anyone.

- ngl he’s probably also a horny drunk. he’s not creepy or anything. he is definitely very courteous and respectful, but sometimes he has a lot on his mind...

- you can probably find him at one of jumins gatherings, at a work friends house, clubs, etc.

- he also loves themed parties. he really gets into it

Saeyoung/Seven

- he goes so hard.

- another themed party lover. especially costume parties.

- would probably show up in a costume even if it in fact was not a costume party.

- sorry, have you ever listened to tik tok by kesha? seven literally IS the party. “the party don’t start til I walk in”

- freestyle dances literally any chance he gets. definetly starts a dance circle— everyone loves a good dance circle

- he’s not a good dancer. he’s not bad either. but dancing with the stars is not in his future

- he’s wasted, but even if he wasn’t, he’d still be the life of the party. it just becomes magnified by however many drinks he’s had.

- very much parks and rec tom haverford vibes. snake juice episode. classic.

- he gets antsy to build things for no reason. tries to do small physics balancing things or maybe just do something productive, like cooking. he never cooks so he has no idea what he’s doing. will probably set the smoke alarm off, sprinklers will be going and people will be partying with INDOOR RAIN.

- that’s his legacy— the guy who set off the sprinklers at that party that one time

- you could probably find him crashing random peoples parties. he hears one going on in some apartment on the street and somehow he gets in and nobody questions it.

Yoosung

- you already know he gets DRANK.

- he doesn’t drink alcohol, the alcohol drinks HIM.

- he always goes over his limit. not bad enough where he’s incapacitated, but he for sure blacks out a lot of the time

- he’s kind of like a mix of his two besties ;) zen and seven. he’s a dancer, but he’s a COMPETETIVE DANCER. lol he probably challenges people to a dance off or contest. also likes table top games.

- he is prone to.... emotion. which is okay! but it happens

- once in a blue moon he’ll cry over something minor, but then start crying-laughing over it 2 seconds later.

- he finds a wii console buried tucked away in a drawer somewhere. he really brings it together when mario kart or wii sports resort gets pulled out. especially if it’s the sword play one. his find gets him clout at the party lol

- probably sees someone he thinks he wants to talk to... he overthinks how to approach them a little too much. but he’ll take a shot and go do it

- it always works out, he’s very friendly and likeable.

- he attends his college parties and always ends up making friends but he’s also hammered so he might not remember it much.

- probably wakes up in a random field somewhere the next morning. he is very confused.

Jaehee

- she goes to town on hard liqour. she can handle it alright.

- genuinely wants to fight everyone. not in a bad way, more of a “let me show you how fucking strong i am” way. it sure brings an audience

- people accept her challenges— she always beats them. probably turns them into drinking competitions too.

- like zen, she’s very competitive. she might lose her composure a little bit, but always self soothes and gets right back into it.

- 2 words: HYPE. WOMAN.

- she can get ANYONE excited about ANYTHING. always cheering others on and having them break out of their comfort zone (if they choose to do so).

- very big emotions. fangirls a lot. flirts a lot. a little dramatic, but she’s very entertaining.

- another great story teller— she loves to talk to people about the things she loves or crazy things that have happened to her.

- once she sobers up a little more, she is quite the helper. she helps clean up, helps people who might be throwing up. she’s a gentle care taker and welcoming presence :)

- she attends house parties a lot. usually her office friends, but sometimes zen brings her to his friends parties.

- she doesn’t party a lot since she works so much but when she does, she goes DUMMY!!

V

- very creative guy. he’ll have a conversation with someone and midway through he goes HOLD THAT THOUGHT!! because he’s had a little intrusive lightbulb moment. runs to go write it down or do a quick sketch then return to said conversation.

- if there’s a hot tub, he’s in it. he’s so in it. he has a glass of champagne and just sits. a lot of the time he never changes he just keeps his clothes on in the water. people question his judgement

- he’s not super animated like a lot of others, he’s more chill, but he’s also very excitable.

- he’s very giggly. anything could make him laugh.

- he really stays true to his hobbies while drunk too.

- photographer/videographer. but since he’s at a party and he’s drunk, they aren’t professional photos. a lot of them end up blurry. but a lot of them turn out great!

- he leaves disposable cameras everywhere so people can just pick them up and take their own photos— he sends out all the pics after they get developed.

- he’s definetly the type to go around making sure everyone is safe and helping them whenever possible. he doesn’t take a lot of time for himself :(

- he parties with jumin at his penthouse. they have a lot of the same friends and it’s a familiar place.

- he doesn’t go to giant parties either, mostly just friends in the comfort of his or someone else’s home.

Saeran

- I don’t think Saeran drinks very much, to be honest. But hypothetically….

- he’s obsessed with making fancy cocktails. they are so beautiful. but they get infinitely worse the more he drinks them lol

- his parties are always with his close friends, probably at his own house. he’s more of a homebody. and the presence of his friends is very grounding

- he really likes to play tabletop-turned drinking games

- he also likes to make games up! kind of like true american in new girl. he’s actually really really good at making up rules on the spot and they always turn out super fun.

- he’s definitely the kind of guy you want at your party if you want to have a lot of fun just doing random shit.

- speaking of random shit, just like his brother he also gets spikes of energy to just go do something. he makes homemade ice cream in a plastic bag. he rearranges the furniture. he will learn magic tricks in about 2 minutes and then show everyone he knows.

- will try and flirt with you. like a lot. he’s incredibly endearing and gets kind of handsy. and by handsy i mean he wants to hold your hand briefly. both of his hands clasped around one of yours.

- he likes to do really harmless pranks. like so harmless that they’re just hilarious. he’ll take someone’s phone and sign them up for mailing lists they don’t want. he might replace a family photo with something else. or maybe just hide behind a wall and jump out and scare someone when they walk by!! PRANK CALLS. classic.

- he’s really funny. like really fucking funny. without even trying. and boy does he love to make people laugh. he’s comedy gold and a pro with the one-liners.

- after drinking he will fall asleep ANYWHERE. on the floor, in a chair, under a desk, on top of a desk, he could fall asleep standing up. all his friends have pictures of him just sleeping in strange places.

[funkymbtifiction]

Hi

I was thoroughly sincere about what I wrote. But STP and 8? That's unexpected. Really unexpected. 

Wait, I don't know what to say...

What you described here does sound more SFP than STP, so I think your self-analysis is correct. Sorry for the confusion! :)

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A Taste Of Christmas, 3/6

Volume: 1.

Number of parts: 3/6.

Pairings: Metacrisis Nine x Rose.

A/N: Sequel for The Summertime Of Our Lives. Written for doctorroseprompts' fall fic bingo and ficmas challenge. Fall fic bingo: Chill, Ghost, Mug, Tent, Free. Ficmas challenge: Gingerbread, Garland, Eggnog, Peppermint, Tagging @thebookster on her demand.

“Christmas is a time when you get homesick - even when you're home.” - Carol Nelson.

CHAPTER 3:

The house was smelling like gingerbread and sweets and happiness was dripping through every window and door of the place. The Doctor was busy hanging garlands and fairy lights on their home. Wrapped into warm clothes, a tools’ belt around his waist, he was ever so seriously accomplishing his mission. He was even whistling a music from centuries ago. The TARDIS was always customising herself according to the seasons and holidays. He never had anything to do then – not that he cared about all of that – and he had to trust his incredible instincts in terms of decoration. For such a work, he should be rewarded with a glass of eggnog he was distilling in Rose’s workshop. Rose wasn’t very happy with the installation but she agreed that it was the safest place to keep Tony from playing with it. The Doctor rubbed his hands together and blew on them. A small cloud of white smoke formed itself in the chilly air. It was getting chiller and chiller with every passing minute or was it an impression? He smiled at his decoration. Rose and Tony would love it. He raised his head, looked at the clear skies. White flakes were starting to fall. Snow. The first snowflakes wee falling from the sky to complete the perfection of this work of art. This universe could bring some magic when it wanted. It was adding a tiny bit of authenticity to this Christmas they were creating. For Rose and him, it would bring nostalgia. For Tony, it would bring wonder and amazement. Jackie would go after them for putting such ideas in his head when he had to focus on his studies and become the perfect successor to Pete. What a boring life. He heard a noise behind him and swiftly turned around, all senses on alert. There was no one. He was being observed though. There was a tingle on the back of his neck. The surroundings were quiet. Too quiet. This wasn’t normal. Nature seemed to have shut up all of a sudden. The atmosphere was heavy, unbreathable. Something was terribly wrong. There was movement. He saw it in the corner of his eye. A black silhouette. He followed the move, found nothing. He wasn’t giving up. He never gave up on a mystery when all of him was screaming for danger and danger meant adrenaline. This was all he was asking for and his wishes were finally granted. He abandoned his task of decorating the house – he was thinking about adding a Christmas tree outside… or maybe two, one on each side of the front door – and followed the move of the dark silhouette like Hamlet had been following the spectre of his father. “Who are you?” he asked. The silhouette vanished. He was alone, on the edge of the cliff their house had been built on. The wind was blowing in his back so hard that he was stumbling. There had been this one time he had been standing like this, on the edge of an abyss, and Rose had pushed him away from there. Where was she now? The house looked so far away, lost in the blizzard. The silhouette returned, behind him, but it wasn’t so dark anymore. Instead, it was shining bright and an intense warmth spread in his body when it put a hand on his shoulder. This was familiar and unfamiliar all at once. He was surrounded by an infinite and passionate love soiled with such a deep sadness that it was unbearable. His warm compassionate smile faded when he turned around and his only human heart dropped in his chest. Rose was facing him, but not the Rose he was now married to. This one was a ghost from a past life with a golden halo. It was Rose and it wasn’t Rose. Why was Bad Wolf coming after him after all this time? After everything was finally over? “You shouldn’t be here. You can’t be here.” “You let me die, Doctor. You let the Vortex burn inside me until there was nothing left of me.” She was blaming him but none of this had happened. Not in his timeline. Not in her timeline either. He had kissed her and saved her and they lived many more adventures together. Bad Wolf hadn’t consumed her. Never would he have let this happen. “No. No, I saved you.” “Liar!” “I gave up on my life to save you.” He cupped her cheeks wet with tears. “I swear on my life I would never have been able to let a flower as beautiful as you wither and die. I can’t even forgive myself for leaving you with pretty boy.” “Your words are lies and your mind is full of hatred. You despise the Daleks but you are just like them.” “We are not the same, I’m not…” Arguing with the ghost of a person who could see all of the past, present, future and timelines that could ever have been was useless. Bad Wolf was a fusion between the selfless Rose and his faithful TARDIS. They knew everything about him, could see even the darkest corners of his mind and heart. His soul was bare and he had been declared to be a bad man. His hands fell by his sides. It was pointless to argue, pointless to explain himself. He had done and said things that would haunt him forever but there was one thing he refused to admit, one thing he knew for sure would never happen in any of the existing parallel universes: he would never let Rose, his so precious Rose, die in any possible way. “I have killed and lied and cheated for my survival. I have fought wars and been to Hell and back. I have done more harm to the universes than anyone, including Daleks, could ever do. I would have killed myself if you hadn’t been thrown on my way. Now what? You have saved me. You pulled me up, made me a better man. This human life will never be long enough to redeem myself from all those crimes. I’m ready to accept your sentence, whatever it is.” For a moment, there was nothing but the silence. Then, the ghost of Rose grabbed his shirt and pulled him close to her. Her lips pressed on his and for a second, he believed that he was given grace, but he was actually given a kiss of death. Bad Wolf was sucking all of his vital energy and he had no way to escape the fate he deserved. Rose was sat in the kitchen, a steaming mug of tea before her. It was getting cold but she wasn’t even noticing it. Her eyes were glued to the ticking clock above the door. Time was a ridiculous concept when you were traveling through it. It wasn’t when she had to sit there and stare. She had been sitting there for only a couple of minutes and it was already more than she could take. Tony was in the living room. He was watching over the bloody idiot she had as husband. An idiot who had no control on the weather, on the combination of factors that had led him to fall from that ladder he was on and knocked him out. He had been conscious when she had run outside to check on him. He had joked about the fact he couldn’t be easily killed and then, had started babbling deliriously and had fainted. The sonic screwdriver hadn’t detected anything abnormal or alarming that would have had them running to the hospital. The Doctor was in the clear, but he was stuck in a nightmare he wouldn’t wake up from. No reason to worry beside that but she was tempted to take him to the med bay of the TARDIS to confirm the sonic’s diagnosis. But there was Tony and as much as she loved her little brother, she was ready to unveil her secret time spaceship and have him telling the secret accidentally. “Rosie! He’s awake!” Rose jumped to her feet so fast that her chair fell to the ground with a loud noise. She didn’t stop and pick it up. She was already pressing an accusing finger in her husband’s chest and yelling at him for being a stupid idiot coming out and climbing on a ladder with such a wind outside. Her reaction was astonishing and exaggerated for Tony. He couldn’t understand why she was lecturing the Doctor when she was nearly devastated in the kitchen minutes ago. Adults were complicated to follow. Far from answering his wife’s wrath the way he should have – his daddy was always yelling louder than his mummy when there were arguments – the Doctor cupped her cheeks and kissed her as if he hadn’t seen her in years. There was something desperate in this kiss, in the way he was holding Rose so she would stay close. “What was that for?” Rose was breathless when the Doctor let go and she was as surprised as Tony by this reaction. Usually, the Doctor only laughed and shrugged the argument off. He was unimpressed by her anger. Not today. Today, he was welcoming it as a good thing. “I thought I’d lost you again.” This talk was gonna take longer than expected. The Doctor’s biggest fear was to lose her. He was often having nightmares about those days he almost lost her, about the day he really lost her to better find her again later. Rose sent Tony to get them peppermint alcohol and glasses for two. The Doctor needed a topper to pull himself back together. The strong taste of peppermint and alcohol brought him back to his usual self. “How the hell can you drink something like that? It’s even worse than Guinness and Butterbeer.” “That’s a local liqueur. Not quite bad once you’re used to it.” Yet, she herself made a face when she drank her shot in one go. Tony was trying to hold back his laugh at the Doctor’s face and way to get rid of the taste. The nightmare was gone, hiding in a corner of the human Time Lord’s mind. Rose gave him a piece of gingerbread she had been making with Tony earlier to completely cover the peppermint taste that was still burning his throat and stomach. They definitely knew how to create their alcohol here. He would have preferred a glass of eggnog instead of this terrible and strong beverage. “Tony wanted to build a tent in the living room to watch the arrival of Santa Claus. I told him you were the best for it and that you would help him as soon as you would have some free time.” “A tent? I’m the king of tents. I’m always free to build tents. You should have called me before I had the crazy idea of going outside.” He was now laughing about the situation. It would come back later, when Rose and him would be alone and able to speak without Tony eavesdropping. This wasn’t a talk for the little boy. A little boy who was excitedly making room for the huge tent the Doctor was promising him…

To be continued...

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Top 10 Best Netflix Drama Shows Right Now

In this article I have discussed about Top 10 Netflix Drama Shows.

1.Mindhunter

Official it is created by Joe Penhall and basically show run by David Fincher, Mindhunter is probably the best show, time frame. The arrangement depends on obvious occasions and follows the beginning of the FBI's criminal profiling unit in the late 1970s. Two FBI specialists from the FBI's Behavioral Science Unit—Holden Ford and Bill Tench set out to meet detained sequential executioners to check whether they can comprehend why they did what they did, to help make a profile for the FBI to get these sorts of executioners. The show is systematic, uncontrollably charming, and shockingly entertaining, and Fincher himself coordinates various scenes all through the initial two seasons, bringing about stupendous bit of filmmaking also. It's an addictive arrangement that will not go down simple or very much worn ways, rather discovering fresh out of the plastic better approaches to account stories that have been told on many occasions, and subsequently offering completely new understanding into human conduct. Gracious better believe it, and it's delectably engaging.

2.Crazy person

Made by: Patrick Somerville The restricted arrangement Maniac is not normal for whatever else on TV, made all the better by the way that True Detective and Bond twenty-five helmer Cary Fukunaga coordinated every one of the 10 scenes. The arrangement happens in a marginally further developed adaptation of Earth wherein two discouraged and depressed people played by Emma Stone and Jonah Hill—participate in a psyche bowing pharmaceutical preliminary intended to fix them of their ills. The preliminary sees them intellectually living out different various dreams and situations, which at that point offers Fukunaga the chance to traffic in different sorts as Stone and Hill play various variants of themselves in everything from a Coen Brothers-esque wrongdoing story to a Lord of the Rings-like dreamland. It's as a matter of fact somewhat lopsided, however the exhibitions are incredible and it's a really one of a kind turn on a science fiction show.

3.The West Wing

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4.The Crown

Made By: Peter Morgan The Crown looks at the early rule of England's Queen Elizabeth II. The arrangement is flawlessly coordinated in lavish yet staid tones, as youthful Elizabeth recently wedded to Philip, the Duke of Edinburgh first lives as an advantaged princess before changing into the situation of Queen. From that point, as her grandma alerts her, there will be two Elizabeth inconsistent with each other: one who is a young lady with her own deepest desires, and one who is a regal, whose life will be loaded with obligation and penance.” So in any condition the crown should win”.

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Maker: Mike Flanagan Quiet and Gerald's Game movie producer Mike Flanagan conveys his most eager Netflix venture yet with The Haunting of Hill House. Motivated by Shirley Jackson's original phantom story, the arrangement persists practically none of Jackson's account, and spotlights rather on the spooky existences of the wilting Crain family. Skipping to and fro between the late spring the Crain's spent in the main frequented house and the long periods of sadness and family injury they suffered in the repercussions. Flanagan has demonstrated in past works that he has a talent for upsetting visuals and very much created alarms, yet his extraordinary accomplishment in The Haunting of Hill House is the manner in which he integrates the panics with a rich, interlacing story of family tinged with catastrophe. Driven by a staggering gathering, the arrangement veers between enthusiastic disclosure and snapshots of frightfulness that give you full-body chills. It's the most moving and fair depiction of mortality and melancholy this side of Six Feet Under, yet it'll give you a mess more bad dreams.

6.Anne with an E

Made by: Moira Walley-Beckett Despite the fact that Moira Walley-Beckett's retelling of Lucy Maud Montgomery's great Anne of Green Gables stories inclines vigorously into the darker side of Anne's vagrant childhood and the tormenting she encounters in school once she finds a good pace Island, Anne with an E is a cheerful one. Anne is cheerful, amusing, and at last a magnificent investigation of young life.The new season is loaded with triumphant minutes and blissful subplots, just as scenes of distress and hardship. Everything indicates an inspiring season that finishes up with Anne Shirley-Cuthbert, and each one of everyone around her, looking towards the extent of conceivable outcomes in an ever-augmenting world.

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8.Breaking Bad

Made by: Vince Gilligan It's completely conceivable that Breaking Bad will stand out forever as the most persuasive TV drama ever. Maker Vince Gilligan follows through on a solitary story circular segment throughout five seasons: Taking science instructor Walter White from Mr. Chips to Scarface. That circular segment tracks, however en route we get a drawing in, twisty character-rich story that can waver between profoundly passionate and edge of your seat exciting. The show starts with the easygoing White getting a terminal malignant growth analysis and picking to go into the precious stone meth exchange to assemble some cash to desert to his family. End and Catch Fire Made by: Christopher Cantwell, Christopher C. Rogers It's such a disgrace, that more individuals didn't watch Halt and Catch Fire. It debuted on AMC back in the mid year of 2014 and ended up running for four seasons. Despite the fact that basic recognition has been out of this world particularly for seasons two, three, and four the appraisals were not, so I should demand that you take to Netflix to watch this misjudged diamond. The show starts in Dallas in 1983, covering the beginning of the PC.

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Made by: Ryan Murphy The Assassination of Gianni Versace: American Crime Story isn't the give you think it is. The constrained arrangement was showcased as a show about marvelousness, glamour, and acclaim, yet truly it's an American Psycho esque representation of a binge executioner .It focuses on issues identifying with homophobia and self-loathing. In 1997, style creator Gianni Versace was shot dead by a man named Andrew Cunanan .For reasons unknown, this was just piece of the story, and The Assassination of Gianni Versace unfurls in reverse in time as it tracks Cunanan's different homicides and dives into his own life, attempting to see exactly what made this youngster turn so brutal in such an open way.

10.Guardian

Made By: Jed Mercurio Guardian should accompany an admonition. There are a few stretches of this twisty new spine chiller arrangement that are so nervousness actuating, with such deplorable pressure, that I nearly needed to leave the room. I could have delayed it, sure, yet I would not really like to quit watching it. I simply needed to scowl and sink as far down into the sofa as could be expected under the circumstances, my heart beating as I endeavored to legitimize that the story couldn't generally do either, correct. Netflix's six scene arrangement originates from Jed Mercurio, and first disclosed on the BBC . It follows the account of a metropolitan cop, David Budd,a war veteran who utilizes his unique preparing while off the clock to help diffuse a potential dread based oppressor attack in the underlying fifteen minutes of the game plan. In any case, Bodyguard isn't keen on turning out to be Jason Bourne or Jack Ryan, at any rate not yet. What makes the arrangement work including those ultra-tense minutes is the manner by which well Madden sells his boss character as a man who additionally has profound enthusiastic associations and a sympathetic heart. As David is entrusted with being the guardian for a Conservative Home Secretary, Julia Montague, the show truly increases its strain. At last, the show presents a thrilling ride that really exhibits Madden as a significant ability, one who is fit for not simply driving Winter fell’s banner men in Game of Thrones, yet driving this breakout arrangement and others or even a specific film establishment.   Read the full article

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She’s not afraid to make key changes

Los Angeles Times September 24, 2008

Jenny Lewis, 32, involved her family - blood and musical - on her new solo album, "Acid Tongue." 

By Ann Powers

Jenny Lewis no longer calls Silver Lake home, but she hasn’t moved to Laurel Canyon. The woodsy bungalow she shares with her companion and musical collaborator, Johnathan Rice, sits in an obscure corner of the San Fernando Valley, not too far from either of the neighborhoods favored by L.A.'s rock elite, but on its own ground.

“I feel like this is an undiscovered area,” said the 32-year-old singer-songwriter on a recent Friday afternoon.

As Lewis discussed her latest solo album, “Acid Tongue,” out this week on Warner Bros. Records, Rice padded around in his swim trunks, tending to some barbecue. Domestic bliss, interrupted by the occasional interview; such is life for a modestly famous member of the city’s creative class.

“Lewis, is that you squeaking? What is that noise?” Rice called into the room at one point.

“No babe,” she said. “That must have been a bird.”

Lewis is comfortable in undiscovered neighborhoods, off to the side of the action. You hear some cool, weird sounds in places like this.

Fans of well-wrought pop have been following Lewis’ quest for the unexpected since she co-founded Rilo Kiley with Blake Sennett, a former child actor like herself, in 1998. That band was part of a shift in indie music away from heavy, primal rock toward a more eclectic, self-consciously literate sound. Along with allies including Death Cab for Cutie, Bright Eyes and the Decemberists, Rilo Kiley picked up the line that connects J.D. Salinger to Elvis Costello to David Foster Wallace to the guitar-strumming, creative writing undergrads of today.

For Lewis, however, Rilo Kiley isn’t enough. All the members of that now on-again, off-again band have side projects; her solo efforts have found the biggest audience. “Rabbit Fur Coat,” the 2006 album she made with the vocal duo the Watson Twins, was a critical favorite and one of Billboard’s Top 10 Independent Albums of 2006.

Rilo Kiley’s fourth album, last year’s “Under the Blacklight,” wasn’t as well-loved as that release; since then, fans have pondered whether Lewis might leave the band for good.

“We’ll see what kind of songs I’ll write, and that’s going to guide me,” she said. “We don’t hang out as much as we used to, but it’s been that way for a couple of years, Jason [Boesel, Rilo’s drummer] played on my record, and Pierre [de Reeder, bassist] and I did the album art together. So we’re involved in each others’ lives. We’re family, really. And even if we don’t make another record, we’ll still be a family.”

Musicians often naturally move beyond the nuclear unit of a band, but Lewis hasn’t given up on family. Scattered or shattered kinship is a dominant theme in her songs, especially on “Rabbit Fur Coat,” which was partially a meditation on her parents’ broken marriage. “Acid Tongue” forms family in a different way. There are special appearances by her sister, Leslie Lewis, and her father, Eddie Gordon, a harmonica virtuoso who spent much of Lewis’ childhood touring in a group called the Harmonicats.

“The act was very schticky,” Lewis said, smiling.

Lewis had never played music with her dad, but the sessions for “Acid Tongue” provided the right atmosphere. This was due to her other family, the circle of musicians she’s been cultivating for the past 10 years.

“I knew I was surrounded by my friends and that they would treat him with respect, and he’d feel comfortable,” she said. “And it was really lovely having him. He hung out in the studio for a couple of days, and my sister came down and she sang on a couple of songs, which was incredible.”

“Acid Tongue” has an all-star roster -- Elvis Costello, Zooey Deschanel, M. Ward, A Perfect Circle bassist Paz Lenchantin and Chris Robinson of the Black Crowes all participated -- but these better-known names represent just a fraction of Lewis’ crew. Other key players include Rice, who co-wrote several of the new album’s songs; producers Farmer Dave Scher and Jason Lader; and singer-songwriters Benji Hughes and Jonathan Wilson.

Lewis wanted to capture the atmosphere she’d encountered at Wilson’s Laurel Canyon house parties. “We’d go to these jams in the canyon,” she said. “They’re fantastic. Jonathan invites older session musicians from the real Laurel Canyon era, and younger people who are just starting their bands who happen to live in the canyon, and we all get together and sing Grateful Dead covers and J.J. Cale songs.”

She sighed. “ ‘Jam,’ a word I don’t often use. That and ‘gig bag,’ those are the two I try to avoid!”

Her joke exposed a conflict within Lewis, between a longing for the connections artists shared when Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young wandered Laurel Canyon, and her suspicions about the nostalgia that longing represents. The tension, not unrelated to Lewis’ fragmented upbringing, becomes artistically fruitful when she feels safe enough to explore it musically.

“She is the songbird of the scene,” said Wilson, reached by phone in Chicago, where he is touring. “I see her cut loose when she comes over and maybe she does a song that she’s hearing for the first time. I definitely hear it on the album, that sense of freedom. Who better to implement that than her? Because she’s a bird. Not only can she write songs but she’s got the technical thing, it’s just completely effortless.”

“Acid Tongue” abounds with genre experiments that take dangerous turns. “Black Sand” is a “Teen Angel"-style car-crash ballad that substitutes misogynistic murder for the dead man’s curves of the early 1960s. “Fernando” is a rockabilly romp that celebrates Mexican vacationing as a route to oblivion.

The gospel-flavored “Jack Killed Mom” is about, you guessed it, matricide. And in the title track, a country-pop ballad Dolly Parton could have written if she’d gone to Woodstock, Lewis presents herself as a female adventurer whose ultimate prize is exhaustion.

“Everything tends to be a response to the thing that I’ve written before,” Lewis said of her songwriting process. “It’s even as simple as, ‘OK, I’ve written a ballad, now I want to push myself to write something that’s uptempo.’ If I’m writing about myself, well, that subject can be tiresome, so then I focus on character-driven songs. So I’m always doing this back-and-forth just to keep myself interested.”

This drive to try new approaches is a quality Lewis shares with Costello, her onetime admirer (a few years back, he started declaring Lewis his favorite young songwriter) and current occasional collaborator. The alternative rock statesman proves a spirited duet partner on “Carpetbaggers,” a Rice composition on “Acid Tongue.” The session inspired Costello to make his 35th album, “Momofuku,” upon which Lewis and her posse appear.

“On the day we finished my record he booked the studio for about a week and finished what would become ‘Momofuku,’ ” Lewis said. “I was like, ‘I’m backing him?’ I truly can’t believe it. And he’s so cool. He’s a chiller, that’s what we’d say in Southern California.”

Chill is a state Lewis favors these days. She kept the sessions for “Acid Tongue” as open as possible, inviting her friends to drop by and join in on the analog equipment at Sound City Studios in Van Nuys, near where she grew up. Each song was left more or less intact after recording -- no fixing on Pro Tools. This approach was a typical switch for the songwriter, away from the slicker “Under the Blacklight” and toward that more grass-roots feel.

She’s still proud of “Blacklight,” though it divided Rilo Kiley fans. Some questioned the band’s motivations in making a more commercial album. At the time, Lewis favored wearing very short skirts or hotpants onstage; one music journalist, Kate Richardson, created a flow chart of Rilo Kiley’s decline as it correlated to the rise in Lewis’ hemlines.

“Part of her appeal is that she at least used to write these really good, sad, bitter songs that were kinda sharp,” said Richardson, who crafted the chart for Idolator.com. “She had a lot of emotion behind her. But she’s also really hot, really cute. So girls were projecting and guys thought she was really attractive. As she started owning the sexual part of her image more, I thought that was fine, good for her. But it coincidentally went along with a change in their sound.”

Lewis took it in stride. “That’s what you get with a record like ‘Under the Blacklight,’ she said. “I was wearing hot pants and singing about sexuality. Not everyone understood that we were poking fun.”

Lewis said she might be ready for a new persona -- another step in her restless evolution. “It doesn’t really have to do with that response,” she said. “It’s just my own back-and-forth with what I do. So I want to wear hot pants, and then I want to wear cargo pants.”

She laughed. “Now, that would be really flattering.” Some things, perhaps, are best left undiscovered.

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The Perfect Nanny: A Novel by Leila Slimani

The Perfect Nanny: A Novel by Leila Slimani

*One of The New York Times’ 100 Notable Books of the Year*

“A great novel . . . Incredibly engaging and disturbing . . . You read the entire novel knowing something terrible is coming. In that, Slimani has us in her thrall.” — Roxane Gay, New York Times bestselling author of Bad Feminist and Hunger

“A book . . . that I’ve thought about pretty much every day . . . [It] felt less like an entertainment, or even a work of art, than like a compulsion. I found it extraordinary.” — Lauren Collins, The New Yorker

“One of the most important books of the year. You can’t unread it.” — Barrie Hardymon, NPR’s Weekend Edition

She has the keys to their apartment. She knows everything. She has embedded herself so deeply in their lives that it now seems impossible to remove her. When Myriam decides to return to work as a lawyer after having children, she and her husband look for the perfect nanny for their son and daughter. They never dreamed they would find Louise: a quiet, polite, devoted woman who sings to the children, cleans the family’s chic Paris apartment, stays late without complaint, and hosts enviable kiddie parties. But as the couple and the nanny become more dependent on one another, jealousy, resentment, and suspicions mount, shattering the idyllic tableau. Building tension with every page, The Perfect Nanny is a compulsive, riveting, bravely observed exploration of power, class, race, domesticity, motherhood, and madness — and the American debut of an immensely talented writer.

The #1 international bestseller and winner of France’s most prestigious literary prize, the Goncourt, by the author of Adèle

Review

“Exquisite . . . In Slimani’s hands, the unthinkable becomes art. The Perfect Nanny won France’s most prestigious literary award. . . . One can see why the judges were wowed.” — Maureen Corrigan, NPR’s Fresh Air

“If you are a mother, whatever kind of mother you aspire to be, you’ll know what kind of mother you are after reading Slimani. If you are not a mother, the insights that she administers can be no less jolting. . . . Like Jenny Offill, Slimani can write ravishingly of female bodies, even postpartum ones. . . . The novelist Rachel Cusk has chronicled what motherhood did to her; Slimani examines what mothering is doing to society.” — Lauren Collins, The New Yorker

“If you’ve ever taken care of a kid, even if, just on a bus, someone has handed you a child for five seconds as they rummage through their purse, this will do something to you. . . . At the end of reading this book, I was so devastated, but I really felt like I was looking at the world through new eyes.” — Barrie Hardymon, NPR’s Weekend Edition

“[A] slim dagger of a novel . . . You won’t move until you reach the last page.” — People

“Deliciously twisty . . . Slimani’s exploration of race and class is razor-sharp and brilliantly provides the fuel for a hair-raising tale of domestic horror.” — Entertainment Weekly, “The Ten Best New Thrillers to Read This Spring”

“The first ‘hot’ novel of 2018 . . . Unflinching . . . assured . . . The book aspires toward the taut elegance of that classic nanny nightmare tale, Henry James’s The Turn of the Screw, and, in language and complexity, it comes pretty darn close. . . . Talk about a guilty pleasure.” — The Washington Post

“So twisted and creepy, but absolutely captivating.” — Lauren Christensen, The New York Times Book Review (podcast)

“It’s excruciating, and almost more than anything that I could imagine — and therefore I read on.” — Pamela Paul, The New York Times Book Review (podcast)

“Brilliantly observed . . . Slimani is brilliantly insightful about the peculiar station nannies assume within the households of working families.” — The Wall Street Journal

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“Dazzling . . . A portrait etched in shards of glass . . . Slimani is an astute observer of power politics in the home. . . . The hints of France’s greatest short-story writer emerge in the first pages. . . . We begin The Perfect Nanny in horror, and then miraculously, swiftly, Slimani creates a person out of that powerful spectacle. In this fashion the novel functions like an extended Maupassant story turned inside out.” — John Freeman, The Boston Globe

“A taut page-turner about what can happen when no one pays attention to what matters most . . . Illuminates the treatment of domestic workers, the petty ugliness that can be endemic to marriage, and the primal fears that accompany having children.” — O, The Oprah Magazine

“I devoured the entire thing in a day or two. I read it . . . horrified and anxious, yet unable to put it down. It’s a gripping read . . . : a little window into a person’s brain as they unravel into the unthinkable.” — Lori Keong, New York

“If you love dark, propulsive thrillers, you’ll be hooked. . . . Like a good horror film, it offered a safe environment in which to explore all my latent fears. . . . A painfully lurid, one-eye-open kind of pleasure.” — Leah McLaren, MSN

“Spare and evocative . . . A book that haunts you long after you’ve put it down.” — The Cut

“[An] unnerving cautionary tale . . . Pretty radical for a domestic thriller, but what’s more remarkable about this unconventional novel is the author’s intimate analysis of the special relationship between a mother and a nanny. . . . Slimani writes devastatingly perceptive character studies.” — Marilyn Stasio, The New York Times Book Review

“Chilling . . . A slim page-turner, The Perfect Nanny can be read in a single, shivery sitting. . . . It will make a great film.” — The Economist

“Slimani ratchets up the tension here through close quarters, resentment and complicity. The book . . . is chilling and an important look at the unseen challenges faced by service workers.” — The Washington Post, “A Guide to the Best New Thrillers”

“Grabs us by the throat . . . The story’s tension builds relentlessly. . . . Fans of psychological thrillers will find it a perfect start to their 2018 reading list.” — Minneapolis Star-Tribune

“A deft portrait of bourgeois family life in the twenty-first century . . . Readers aren’t likely to converge on a single interpretation of why Louise has done what she’s done. Ultimately, she holds sway as a symbol rather than as a psychological reality, a choice that makes this deftly told tale all the more eerie.” — The Atlantic

“Like Gone Girl, the novel deserves praise for pulling off a tricky plot with nuance. . . . Slimani’s focus on race and class certainly elevates the book’s crime-drama stakes into something more complicated.” — The New Republic

“Easily one of my favorite books of the year . . . Gravely artful . . . A penetrating, existential thriller that is fiercely complicated about race and class.” — Minna Zallman Proctor, Bookforum

“More artfully composed than many of the books in its genre.” — The New York Times

“A classic, even Dostoevskian, tale of one person’s descent into madness.” — The Millions

“[A] stunner of an opening . . . Slimani’s characters are well drawn, and she laces her narrative with acute observations, and seems intent to let no one off the hook for the terrible act at the heart of the story. . . . [It] feels scarily real. . . . Her matter-of-fact tone adds a layer of creepiness. . . . Slimani gives us much to think about. . . . She comes across as an artist doomed to find the dark side in everything. . . . But that doom may be her great gift.” — WBUR

“This brutal chiller has the same compulsive readability as Emma Donoghue’s Room.” — The Guardian

“The ‘French Gone Girl’ . . . Anyone reading [it] can tell within a few paragraphs that its author is a mother . . . who has felt firsthand the perfect split of agony, ecstasy and mind-numbing boredom that motherhood entails.” — The Telegraph

“The novel, which draws on elements from the real story of a nanny from the Dominican Republic who has been accused of killing two children under her care in New York in 2012, pieces together disparate events that culminate in a nightmarish outcome.” — The New York Times

“This novel — a runaway hit in France — is coming to the United States this month, and it’s sure to take this country by storm, too.” — Bustle

“Just as America became engulfed in Gone Girl and Girl on the Train last year, France became obsessed with The Perfect Nanny. . . . As taboo and shocking as the subject matter is, the underlying theme of women exploring their desires is what stands out. . . . A must-read.” — Hello Giggles

“A devastating, entrancing, literary psychological drama supported by absorbing character studies . . . Readers won’t be able to look away.” — Booklist

“Expertly probes [a mother’s] guilt at leaving her children with a stranger . . . Those seeking a thought-provoking character study will appreciate this gripping anatomy of a crime.” — Publishers Weekly

“The why of this horrific crime remains unfathomable, rendering it all the more frightening.” — Kirkus Reviews

“A darkly propulsive nail-biter overlain with a vivid and piercing study of class tensions.” — Library Journal, “Top Ten Titles for Winter Reading”

About the Author

Leila Slimani is the first Moroccan woman to win France’s most prestigious literary prize, the Goncourt, which she won for The Perfect Nanny. Her first novel, Adèle, won the La Mamounia Prize for the best book by a Moroccan author written in French. A journalist and frequent commentator on women’s and human rights, Slimani is French president Emmanuel Macron’s personal representative for the promotion of the French language and culture. Born in Rabat, Morocco, in 1981, she now lives in Paris with her French husband and their two young children.

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Day #8

My eyes are struggling to open today. Lack of sleep due to quantity of caffeine consumed last evening I’d assume, as my body isn’t quite use to it. And I have round two to look forward to this evening. I manage to roll out of bed, unwrapping my grip around a pillow I was holding against me - imagining it was her granting me the warmth during these chilling times (yes, I know it’s sad - but she is a one of a kind cuddle buddy). Plus I’m all warm and fuzzy, and in a sigh-in-content sort of good mood, if that makes sense at all (would be surprising if my mind did whatsoever at this point), simply from speaking to her and exchanging tree related puns with her late into the night before we went to sleep. She’s an expert of timber (or so her work believes anyway - shh) - so our battle of wits obviously was in her favour.. or rather that’s my excuse anyway (she always wins). The sweetest part is that though we said goodnight a fair few times during our snap conversation, it wasn’t ever final - well, until it was. The point being we (more importantly and surprisingly, she) kept returning to it with other pun, or some light banter, until we got to what equates to that situation where you find yourself in that weird part of YouTube, but the reality being the late night, half-asleep weirdness relating to picturing your former mutual boss, which you had as a security couple, in a very mentally scarring way. Definitely not going back there for a while, let’s leave it at that.

Day 8 - misfortunes of changing times

Tuesdays use to signify netball evening for nearly two years to me. I eventually became the organiser of our social team for a couple seasons, which grew overly exhausting over time - another interesting perspective that can certainly be reflected back upon our broken relationship. The fact that it became so agonising at times, with so much unnecessary effort and time beyond what was required by constantly having to ascertain numbers for each week, which was a growing struggle that led to the lack of overall commitment in the end and me, deciding that this sporting relationship had run its course. Everyone else got comfortable.. flexible.. as the time together in the team grew, and their sense of responsibility to be present slowly diminished over time. However she ended up being recruited as a loyal member of my team during this time also - and naturally, she was good at this too (certainly better than me anyway, although the challenging factor there is pretty minimal). She persevered and actually consistently made the effort as much as possible, alongside a couple others - and was able to be counted upon. Nevertheless, though it all fell apart and is now another cherishing memory of what signified Tuesdays, it also provides me with clarity upon the situation with these sporting evenings, that I know what it’s like to feel overly stressed and exhausted from what felt like a tedious and repetitive task - though still being enjoyable during its time. It was never going to continue on in that mannerism however, and I knew there would be an inevitable to arrive eventually. Similarly, I was on the other side of the court in this regard when it came to our relationship too - she finally got exhausted and tired, though constantly trying. It was all too much unnecessary effort over time, combing incredible amounts of pressure and stress to her mind, and her life which provided her nothing but negative energy (whilst I kept pushing her buttons even more so) that wasn’t worth it anymore. Though she still enjoyed the good times while they were present, once again, this could never continue to exist like this for the foreseeable future - she reached her tipping point like I did, but on a grander scale, and finally was able to conclude our inevitable fate which I directly effected through my behaviours. I’ve realised far too late yet again, and even though I’m finally starting to understand and gain these ongoing revelations, which should’ve been in fact, common sense (or you could have just listened to her, dipshit) I can’t go back and simply change that perspective, and convince her I’ve changed and I know now. It’s certainly been a learning experience, and as you’d have it, time would need to gradually pass before there’s even any consideration of another season to begin, way in the future, to free the overburden and pressures that were once already present. If it’s deemed worth it that is - and if you’re actually wanting to go back to that activity and run the same risks again, which we as human beings are not typical gamblers - especially the smart ones like her. She’s already gambled enough of her life away with me in fact, and to what reward? Nothing. She’s smart - and she knows this has come to its permanent, conclusive and determinant yet inevitable end as a result of thinking ahead to the possibilities and various timelines, and that it’s time to move on to a different sport, rather than be stuck. And I don’t blame her at all. Somewhat ironically, one of the few reasons I continued trying to pursue netball, especially for the unforeseen season, into my weekly calendar was so that I had an almost guarantee of being able to spend some more time with that beautiful soul. And that is always an invaluable treasure.

I’m afraid - all of a sudden. Once again, some doubts and uncertainties regarding our current behaviour together right now have begun crawling around in my head. I’m overthinking.. but I might not be? I don’t know what to believe anymore, and I’m not sure about where we stand - even though I know we’re over. And she’s 120% certain on that too, so no arguments or debates about it. But what if the reason things are going so perceptively smoothly, and that she’s reacting much chiller than I was believing would be the case, about this whole situation is due to the fact that she’s already over me? What if her feelings for me have already been diminishing at a rapid rate - considering all factors and our physical distance, it’s very much a strong possibility isn’t it. Not that it’s a bad thing at all - it’d just be sudden.. yet again, so to speak. I do understand that it is the goal after all, I’m fine with it for the most part, and even proud of myself to an extent because it reaffirms my own true feelings that I do in fact love her & want her to be happy - even if it means her forgetting me ever being more than a friend. Though even if I am happy for her to move on from me and actually live her life, without feeling stuck as she did with me, I suppose it’s also human nature for me to experience Newton’s third law - for every action there’s an equal & opposite reaction. Cause and effect - and the effect on me undeniably, inevitably and well, unfortunately is that I feel minuscule yet again. My self worth isn’t determined by her unless I allow it - but of course it is impacted nevertheless due to our long history & shared love together. Therefore I cannot help but currently undermine myself and feel like I didn’t really matter very much at all. It sucks, but at least I understand and can grasp hold of what I could be feeling and going through from this outsider perspective whilst experiencing it - the strengths of being a pessimist I suppose. Better than to get your hopes up and risk getting your already already damaged heart be stomped on further right? - Wrong. She’s worth every ounce of pain, and always will be. Otherwise it wouldn’t be true love. Yup, back in a fairytale as the hopeless romantic who remains hopeless until the end of time.. but no regrets here at all. Not in loving and caring for her all this time anyway - just for my selfish behaviour, as countlessly mentioned on several occasions (repetition is key. The emphasis reaffirms my own learnings from the mistakes I’ve made, and whom I don’t want to be again). Nevertheless, if she is already moving on - then so be it. So long as she’s smiling. Even if I’m not around to see it in the way I dearly wish I could, but can’t any longer.. and even if.. it’s with someone new. But I don’t want to picture that right at this time - it killed me enough to say it, let alone think of the possibility. Truth be told, I’m not sure whatsoever if I’d even be able to handle it and be around when that time comes. But I guess I’ll decide whether to walk in the opposite direction of that new bridge we’re on when we arrive. All I know is that the future freaks me out. I don’t know how to picture the possibility of a life without loving her in the way that I do, nor do I currently want to strive towards it. Yes you can use the age old argument that enough time passing will solve everything, and heal all these drastic wounds, and yeah that’s surely likely to be the case at some eventual circumstance in some point in each of our timelines (which for her could already be happening), but it’s never completely gone. A part of my heart will always belong to her no matter what, and love her for everything that she is. Because she’s never done me any wrong, and we haven’t actually separated on any unfaithful terms - just misfortunes clashes in personality, understanding and communication. Everything that actually has the potential to be resolved.. but cannot be due to the current exhaustion we’ve both suffered - especially her. So there’s no point pining on again about how I believe this could be stronger than ever, and our love could eventually conquer anything, as it has in the past. I’ve opened my ears now, I’ve taken a few steps finally - but I was ultimately too slow as she crossed the ending, that I didn’t foresee actually existed. And now here I am, drowning my sorrows with a whole box of pizza, alone. I miss having pizza with her.