#anyhoo enough babbling for now...

[rachymarie]

ngl kinda convinced that deinfluencing is just Influencing: reverse psychology edition

either that or a temporary front/damage control so as to not appear complicit in influencing practices of overconsumption despite being an influencer themselves (lol)

[iamamythologicalcreature]

Let's Pretend for a Second it's Still Wednesday

I know it's not technically Wednesday, but my Wednesday ended up going in all kinds of directions I had not anticipated, so we're pretending for a second. Mental time travel.

I'm working on four different projects right now. I know, I know, but they're collaborations, and collaborations are my very favorite way to create things. Seriously, I've been looking forward to this stuff all year!

Three of those projects are for @carryon-reverse-bang. I get to work with three extremely cool and talented writers, and it's so much fun getting into the projects with them.

These snips are from the sketches I initially posted for the fest. We'll see what happens going forward XD

I'm also working on something for @carryonthroughtheages. (Which, btw, if you haven't noticed, is in ONE MONTH!) I'm not going to share a clip from that because there isn't much I could share that wouldn't give it all away. I'm very excited, though. Also nervous. Mostly excited.

Personal update: In between art endeavors, I've been very busy. Just made a huuuuge life change uh... exactly two weeks ago. I'm still adjusting to that and it's taking a lot of time, energy, and spoons. But I think/hope it will all be worth it. Also hoping to find my presence on Tumblr again after being a bit absent of late. Missed you all!

Since Wednesday is past, I'm going to tag all the awesome people who have tagged me even though I've been super absent the past couple of months! (Under the cut)

Thank you for not forgetting my existence even when I wasn't around to remind you of it <3 <3 <3 @monbons, @mooncello, @thewholelemon, @fiend-for-culture, @youarenevertooold,

@whatevertheweather, @blackberrysummerblog, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @that-disabled-princess, @imagineacoolusername,

@orange-peony, @rimeswithpurple, @cutestkilla, @bazzybelle, @drowninginships,

@hushed-chorus, @bookish-bogwitch, @shrekgogurt, @roomwithanopenfire, @alexalexinii,

@noblecorgi, @best--dress, @artsyunderstudy, @prettygoododds, @ic3-que3n,

@emeryhall, @tender-ministrations, @supercutedinosaurs, @leithillustration

[mamayan]

I'm so horny I'm sorry!!!!

Anyhoo submissive reader, dom Aizawa who has a dirty mouth. Praise/Degrading kink?. Idk, cook me a meal and I will devour it regardless🙏🏽

“You take me so well...cockdrunk already, aren't you, slut?"

(Yk who I am Yan, I'm just getting shy w my requests and I cannot stop I apologize 😭)

Never apologize for horniness on my page. That’s what we all about up in this blog 👏 I know you love your tired underpaid professor ♡

☆彡Extra Credit★彡

Aizawa Shota x Fem! Reader

TW: NSFW • Dom/Sub themes • Overstimulation • Gagging • My own laziness in tagging this

The heavy smacking against your thighs and ass was driving you delirious. The clapping of his soaked balls against your clit and belt buckle jingling leaving nothing to the imagination.

A tug on your neck has your back arching and mind going blank as your cunt tightens around the thick veiny cock of your college professor. His stripped tie you’d complimented this morning now around your neck, used almost like a leash as he fucks you stupid over his desk.

Office hours weren’t closed yet.

His pace hard and deep, tip kissing your cervix and stinging just enough to have you whining for reprieve but the drag of his cock inside too good to want to go anywhere else. “I thought you wanted extra credit?” He pulls the tie taunt as your oxygen becomes thinner, labored gasps and drooling moans becoming warbled. His hips grind his cock into you, shifting the pace and throwing your orgasm away again. “please—,” your tiny voice struggling to pronounce the word.

“You want to cum? Beg like a good little whore, maybe I’ll let you.” He drops the tie, opting to push your chest into the desk as you babble senselessly for release.

“Oh please please please, Professor Aizawa, wanna be good, wanna cum for you, cum on your cock, please please—,” he’s back to fucking you savagely, and you can’t see his mocking grin as he drives himself into you over and over. Dark eyes tracking your delicious reactions. “Go on then, cum for me kitty, milk my fucking cock.” He grunts, the strong spasms of your cunt around him nearly throwing him over the edge too. Thankfully he wasn’t so young and inexperienced.

“s’too’much—ah, no, please—,” he’s still fucking you, through your orgasm and forcing another to rise up inside of you almost painfully. You’re pathetic as you cry and writhe beneath him, and he’s forced to take your wrists and pin them behind your back with one hand to keep you still. You cum again, noisy and cute as you soak his cock and desk with your release as he moans. Doing his best to work his cock deeper somehow without coming yet. Your pussy too good to pull out of, too good to not savor.

“You take me so well…,” he slows a bit to let you breathe, “cockdrunk already, aren’t you slut?” His warm palm lightly petting your face, tapping your cheek to keep you conscious. He takes the leftover tie fabric and stuffs it sloppily into your mouth, your pliant body allowing him access to whatever he wants.

“Go ahead and bite that, I’m going to really fuck you now kitty.”

[missmaywemeetagain]

Pink Scarf Reimagined (pt 2)-The Aftermath 💗💒❤️‍🔥

Alllright, darlin’s! I’ve got something special in store for this Scarf Exclusive #2/request…

As you know, in Pink Scarf Reimagined—The Wedding, we left Reader and Elvis after they confessed some ✨BIG FEELINGS✨ and had some ❤️‍🔥HOT SEXY-TIMES❤️‍🔥 in church, right before Reader’s wedding to Jack. For Part 2—The Aftermath, we find out what happens next (…and, shocking to absolutely no one, I’ll be doing a Part 3, so don’t panic…)

✨JOIN HERE at the Sweetheart💕 level or above to READ NOW!!✨ (sneak peek below!)

ALSO, my lovely babies…

I severely underestimated how many people wanted some fluff for this part (because as we all are aware, ‘angst’ is my middle name…oopsies…🥹)

SO…

I’m going to Choose Your Own Adventure this sucker even more and turn this into a CHALLENGE!

So, to UNLOCK the alternate chapter of PS Reimagined (pt 2)—The Aftermath (fluffy version!): 

📖 Join my community on Patreon, if you haven't already! (you'll be so glad you did, darlin'...🥰)

🗝 Read this fic (or any posted on here!) and share the crap out of your thoughts about them/being a part of this community on your various social medias!

IF WE CAN GET AT LEAST 5 MORE PATRONS TO JOIN THE COMMUNITY in the next few weeks, I’LL POST A FLUFFY VERSION OF PART 2 as the next Scarf Exclusive!! 🎉

WOOHOO! 💗

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Anyhoo, I really hope you enjoy this version AND want to see the alternate version, too! Love you so much, babies! You make my heart singgggg! 🎶

xoxoxo, Madi 💗

SNEAK PEEK:

March 7th, 1960

Your heart flutters and your stomach clenches before you even open your eyes. There is a safety in the quiet softness of your bedsheets before anyone knows you are awake—a limbo where no one can disrupt the life you’ve created for yourself in your dreams.

But your body knows today isn’t just any other day.

Today Elvis comes home.

It is hard to pull in a breath with the way your lungs constrict and your throat closes, and for a moment you feel suffocated under the duvet. For a moment, you pretend the bed swallows you whole.

But it doesn’t and your burning lungs finally gasp for breath. Despite the smiling mask you put on for the world every morning, every day without him has made you feel confused and alone. You hate yourself a little for it, as though it’s solely your own fault and no one else’s.  

“Mama! Mammmmma!”

Your eyes blink open at the cry coming from the other room. A stark reminder that there is more to your life than dwelling in sorrow. It only takes a second for you to swing out of the bed, throw on your dressing gown and slippers, and shuffle to the next room—a well-practiced routine which has served to get you out of bed each morning even though some days you wish you’d never wake at all.

“Good morning, my little munchkin,” you singsong, opening the door. The gray morning light peeks through the curtains enough so you can see the big, familiar grin spread across your little boy’s face as he bounces excitedly in his crib at your presence.

Your heart could burst from the sight.

His chubby little hands raise up, clenching and unclenching as they reach for you. He starts babbling, only a few words being coherent at 17 months, and you nod along as if understanding. Hoisting him up and into your arms, his little blonde head instantly snuggles into your shoulder.

“Hungee, Mama,” he says, grabbing your gown.

“Oh, my lil’ Johnny-cake is hungry? Well, we better fill up that tummy, shouldn’t we?” you say, tickling his belly.

Johnny squeals in delight and bounces in your arms...there is no denying your beautiful son takes after his father more and more each day.

...

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Taglist Pt 1

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@simplyamberj @claire-elvisgirl @everythingelvispresley @louisejoy86 @deniseinmn @madelynpresley

[latenightdecaf]

Entry 5 - Good Weather Day

part of let the pile of good things grow series - series masterlist

Previous entry here

Yoongi x reader

Ft. nonidol!bts

Producer!yoongi, roommate!yoongi, soft!yoongi

slow burn romance, friendship, slice of life, series of drabbles/one shots,

a/n: i know it took me such a long time to update this. I even contemplated on just leaving this like this but no, i’ll have to see this till the end. Even i, myself need closure. Anyhow, to anyone who have stumbled upon this I hope you like it.

Word count: 1,700

“Hey.. you run?” he commented as soon as he saw you on your tracksuit and running shoes standing in the living room.

“Yeah… i do.” He looks at you all puzzled. As you make your way to the kitchen and gulped half a liter of water in seconds.

“You just dont get up so early in the morning, my friend. I run and I haven’t run in days and I can’t think—so I have to run.” You continue to babble and looking a far while holding your water mid air “it’s like my head’s all cloudy and the sunlight just wont stream in. And I can’t think….”

He made his infamous tight lipped smile and said, “what are you being so poetic for so early in the morning?” he drank his water and continued to gaze at you.

You let out a small laugh in your own non sense.

“I dont know either. Anyhoo, why are you up…” you paused to eye him from head to toe “and ready to go out? At 7 am in the morning…. who are you?” Not believing your eyes that this, in fact is the man you’ve been living with for months now. He’s not a morning person and you respect that about him.

“I have a schedule to meet with this new artist, for her debut and this is the only time she has and her agency said she really wanted me. So here i am.” You nodded and found an opening to tease him. “Oh, she wants you… wink wink.”

Completely ignoring you like always, he finished his glass of water and grab his keys and turned back on you.

“Arent you going to run?”

“Yeah let’s go.”

Before locking the door behind you, he asked “You sure you have everything?”

Checking your pockets to see, “Yes.”

“Cash? Phone?”

“Check, check!”

“You sure you’re didnt forget anything?”

“Yoongi please.” You irritably answered.

He smiled and locked the door to your apartment. Walking together towards the stairs when you said,

“Thanks for fixing the light bulb by the way… last week.” Gaze fixed he just nodded.

“Are you okay btw?” Surprised by the question, you didnt even realized you both are already at the ground floor and in front of his car. You looked at him puzzled.

“Yeah i’m okay, why won’t i be?” Still looking at you when he pressed on the keys for his car to open.

“Nothing. I’ll go ahead.” He said and be on his way. You waved him bye with a smile and walked away with your airpods on.

Running is the thing you do, when your mind’s all clouded and you can’t seem to figure out what’s wrong either. You ran around the block and into the nearby park. And by the end of it, you were just honestly walking and admiring the view. Thinking to yourself what a good weather day this day is.

Hoping it’ll actually be a decent day indeed.

You went home after a long meeting with a colleague about this new book she’s planning, and asked if you would consider doing the illustrations for her. Of course, you felt flattered and told her you’ll probably need some time to think about it. She respected it of course, and asked you to take your time.

You sneaked in quietly into the living room, and found a girl drinking in her coffee and watching the tv and Yoongi standing by the sofa and watching it intently with her.

Standing behind him, you tapped his shoulder gently and said, “Hi….” Smiling sheepishly.

He smiled at you and you immediately said, “I don’t want to disturb, I’ll just go to my room.”

Before you can even escape, he grabbed your wrist and said, “No, come on. I want you to meet Hyuna.”

The girl, so feminine and soft greeted you with her eye smile and friendly face. You felt almost embarrassed, he doesn’t really have to introduce you. “Hi, I work with Yoongi.” She extended her hand and you shook it embarrassingly and said, “well, i’m…” looking over to Yoongi as you paused, “I’m his roommate.”

You have no idea what are you so shy about, it’s not the first time you’ve met one of his friends. Casually at the same restaurant before, you bumped into each other and he introduced you to Jin and Hoseok. It was fun and casual, but this one felt a little different. You’ve never seen him bring a friend home before and if he did then you probably weren’t home to actually meet them unlike this time.

After the introductions and small talks about the program they were watching and the fact that you were already dying to just go to your room, that is unfortunately across the hall. You opened your mouth to say something, only to close it again. And then after a second you said, “I better get going—to my room.” You wave goodbye to Hyuna, “It’s nice meeting you, Hyuna.”

And before you can move again.

“Why don’t you have dinner with us? I’m cooking.” Yoongi suddenly offered.

‘Well that sounds like a date,’ you thought to yourself. You immediately declined and in sudden panic you said, “No, no, no, no… I don’t want to interrupt. And I… I actually have plans, dinner—with Haneul today. So yeah—I better go get changed.” You hurriedly walked to your room before Yoongi can say anything again.

And as soon you got into your room, you sighed the greatest relief. And wondered why in the world would Yoongi even invite you just to be polite?! It already feels like a date and there seemed like something going on between the two of them. You dont like being caught in the middle of anything that’s why you have developed the habit of lying fast just to get yourself out of situations you don’t like.

And this one is just one of those moments, obviously. So no, you don’t have dinner plans with Haneul. Your original plan for tonight is to actually sleep, but you already said that you’d be out and apparently changing clothes also so that you have to do. With a heavy heart, you’ve changed your clothes after an hour of thinking more ways that you could probably get out of this, and despite that you left the room in defeat.

You went to see both of them in the kitchen, looking at Yoongi’s back as he cooks and her telling him some stories and holding a beer beside him.

‘Aww they already looked like a couple.’ You thought to yourself.

You stopped in the kitchen and quickly told them you’d be going ahead.

And ahead you go, out of the apartment and the sun has just set and you feel really tired after the day you just had. You do have your car keys with you but you decided not to go far instead. So you walked, just a couple of blocks away—your favorite deli just opened a new restaurant beside it and you’ve been meaning to try their food so you thought maybe today’s the day.

You went inside the restaurant, cozy and thankfully enough not that crowded still. You sat by the window, brought out your notebook and ordered yourself a bottle of wine and some oysters. There’s nothing to celebrate but wine is always a good idea. ‘Maybe you can celebrate Yoongi’s love life,’ you thought and that kind of made you smile.

Dinner’s done and as you were just finishing your bottle of wine, and wondering whether to get another one. You thought you saw someone familiar outside, the street’s quite small and the street light’s just adequate. You’re not sure.

You saw this guy, has a black cap on and his back facing you—180 cm in height so familiar and yet so different. He’s with a girl. He opened the door to the passenger’s side of his car, hand covering her head lightly as he guides her inside, gentlemanly. He hurriedly went to the driver’s seat and then the car left.

You laughed to yourself, sipping in your last wine.

‘It can’t be Joon, he doesn’t drive.’ You shake your head to shake those crazy thoughts away and finished your meal and got your bill.

After dinner you stopped by the deli to get some of your favourite sausages and some cheese. Eventually buying ice cream as well to topped off your day. Walked around the neighbourhood for a couple more times before eventually walking back to your place. Thinking to yourself, that you’ve probably given them enough time to themselves and by this time you can just eventually say, ‘It’s late, i’ll probably just turn in’ in case—they would politely ask you for anything.

Bag of groceries in your wrists, hand inside the pocket of your hoodie and ice cream on the other. You went inside your apartment only to find it quiet and empty. Yoongi with his glasses on just sitting in the sofa watching tv.

“Hi” You raised your hands with ice cream to greet him and eventually sat on the sofa.

“What happened to your… date?” Eyes fixed on the tv and still eating your ice cream as you asked.

“It’s not a date.” Yoongi replied

‘Yeah right’ you thought. But you just eventually shrugged your shoulders as a reply.

“Do you have more of that?” Yoongi asked.

Eyes still fixed on the tv, you reached for the other ice cream in your bag and give it to him without even looking.

“I know you like this flavor.”

“It’s okay. I just eat it because you keep buying them.” You turned your head towards him with a confused look.

“Then what do you like then?”

“Nothing in particular, Vanilla’s fine.” Opening up his own ice cream and eyes still fixed at the tv.

You turned your head back, nodding.

You both sat in silence eating some cookies and cream ice cream while watching Batman Begins.

mood board sr: x x

[tinymixtapes]

♫ Listen: Black Moth Super Rainbow - “Mr. No One”

In 1993, my favorite band was Pearl Jam. In 2007, my favorite band was Black Moth Super Rainbow. Guess which one’s coming out with a new record this year? That’s right, suck it, Pearl Jam! … It’s not Pearl Jam, it’s BMSR. Not sure I made that clear enough as I was shouting “Suck it, Pearl Jam!” at the top of my lungs at my computer screen in a fit of adrenalized passion. So anyhoo, Panic Blooms drops in May on Rad Cult, a space blaster to the face of a record label solely existing for the release of Tom Fec–related material, or material in the immediate vicinity of Tom Fec, which may or may not include the elusive Allegheny whitefish. (Fec leads the Black Moths, and he also moonlights as the Destro-faced Tobacco.) It’s been six years since BMSR smashed windshields and dropped dreamsicle bombs on Cobra Juicy, and all I want now is for the band’s sixth record to be the most amazing release of the year. Is that too much to ask? “Mr. No One” is a good start. Sure, it’s the last track on the album, where Fec and his Pittsburgh crew of psychotic mask-wielding synth bandits tend to cram the shoegazey dream pop. But its drifting melodies and its melted crystal textures only serve as the taste that has me jonesing for more. I’m not even an objective music writer at this point — I’m a babbling fan. O, the embarrassment! Seriously, Tom, this better not be your Binaural. Stream “Mr. No One” here, then prep your credit card for all kinds of mischief at the Rad Cult store. Panic Blooms releases May 4, but there’s barely any time to preorder before they sell out of the gold vinyl option with silkscreened D side; double cassette (whose second tape contains mystery material); CD (don’t buy that, it’ll end up in a landfill); or boring old digital version that’s bound to get erased once aliens shut down all our servers. Almost everything comes with a nasty-ass brown patch. Ew! Panic Blooms by Black Moth Super Rainbow Don’t tell me I never gave you no tracklist: 1. Panic Blooms 2. Baby’s in the Void 3. Rip on Through 4. One More Ear 5. Bad Fuckin Times 6. New Breeze 7. Aerosol Weather 8. June July 28 9. Bottomless Face 10. Permanent Hole 11. To the Beat of a Creeper 12. We Might Come Back 13. Harmlessly 14. Backwash 15. Sunset Curses 16. Mr No One http://j.mp/2BTnlxX

[ashestoashcraft]

Reorganizing again

Starting tomorrow I’ll be implementing all of these changes/updates to my accounts.

First of all I have decided not to separate my nsfw and sfw art. Originally I wanted to do this for respect reasons, but I thought harder on it and {a} I decided that my account is my account and if I want to post my art on my galleries I will, plus to maintain respect I will appropriately filter and tag everything (polite tag requests will be heard of course) so that people can avoid what they don’t care for; and {b} It was creating too many accounts, and if I decide to create separate accounts, it should be new social media. So instead I’ve decided to get a Twitter account. I’m nothing new there if you wanna look me up and follow me ahead of time - AshestoAshcraft. Not really using the account right now, though.

Anyhoo, moving right along: I don’t have any patrons yet, and I’ve barely gotten into starting my art again, which is why I don’t think there’s any issues with me rearranging my Patreon the way I have - apologies for any disappointment I may have unintentionally caused the few supporters I have! Originally I was going to go back and delete all the updates - and I will from Patreon later when it’s not undergoing maintenance to give it a fresh start again - but from tumblr and what have you I’ll be transparent about the shift :3

Originally I was going to do a Kama Sutra project. Silly me didn’t read the book I based my project plans on before I announced them, but upon reading it I realized just how personal and spiritual it was; I really thought it was more focused on lovemaking itself and the physicality of it, and the spiritual stuff just isn’t something I want to get into since it’s not a side of spirituality I’m very familiar with. Not to mention the idea of being a straight up porn artist is still something nerve-wracking to me in and of itself, so instead I decided to switch projects go with a project more up my alley, and replaced it with a project to re-create a tarot deck instead. In doing so, I will be creating one and in some cases two original characters (OCs) per tarot card, major and minor suits alike.

In making these changes I decided that there is no reason to limit who can purchase NSFW commissions, so patrons and non-patrons alike are allowed to purchase them. Patreon will offer a great deal of behind the scenes access to my work, however, one benefit being discounts on commission purchases altogether, so once I get it all updated, I would highly recommend you give it a look-see! On that note I’ve turned on monthly subscriptions on ko-fi as well!

(Sorry if this paragraph is redundant but...) As mentioned in my previous post, I am also taking on the Iron Artist challenge and attempting to draw 100 of my OCs. Some of these will be Tarot characters at first. When I finish this challenge I will be taking it on again until I have at least a single illustration of every OC listed on my personal complete masterlist of characters.

In between those two major projects I will primarily be working on commissions, fan art, adoptables, and plain old practice. I want to develop my style, practice anatomy, and establish a personal encyclopedia of my backlog of OCs.

Ultimately these plans are the foundation I’m setting until I get a tablet. I admittedly am a little stuck without it. A tablet will open up my comfort towards selling adoptable art designs and such (I would do trad ones but I don’t have a scanner soooo...) and it will give me an opportunity to make clean and professional looking banners, icons, etc. More importantly it will mark the point when I begin making my ad for FA and promotional posts for IG and FB.

Alright, that’s enough babbling! Thanks for your time and have a lovely rest of your day~ Stay safe and sane everybody!

[missvalerietanner]

So my dreams are like seven layer dips...

Here's the one I had last night:

A group of adults (30 and over), maybe 6 total, all strangers, got stranded in this abandoned amusement park/Mall of America type mall where everything was derelict as hell, rotting and trashed, but then there were weird, Alice-in-Wonderland type elements that stuck out, like one whole section of the mall was these giant neon letters that spelled out "shopping mall." They were thick enough to stand on and safe to climb 'cause there was no electricity.

Anyhoo...

So the cast gets stranded there for whatever reason, and then people start getting killed off. Typical slasher-style deaths, and they all panic, make some baller weapons, and start accusing each other as the killer.

This continues until there's only two people left: a guy (my dreams don't carry names, so we'll call him... Ian) and a woman (we'll call her... Laura). All along the way, Ian has been helping/protecting Laura, and she's saved him from a few close calls while someone else was, you know, getting whacked. Also they suffered some general injuries while doing survival tasks, like looking for food and trying to get the electricity turned on.

So...

Laura and Ian stand as the sole survivors, and it looks like they can find a way out together because the killer seems to have lost interest. They scour the park/mall (experience a pretty damn cute scene as they walk/climb over those big words I mentioned earlier. They even hang out up there for a bit and eat some scraps of food they found. They chat and laugh and start to fall for each other... all cute like, ya know. ;P)

THEN, as it looks like they're going to get free, Laura finds some piece of evidence that reveals that truth (like named, my dreams skip over this juicy detail). Whatever she finds, tells her Ian was the killer all along... which sucks, 'cause she likes him and shit.

She confronts him. He claims he didn't act alone, saying he was being controlled/ordered to kill by this other guy (we'll call him George). He says he was told to kill everyone or else one of the other strangers would be offered the role as killer, and his life would be on the line. Reluctantly, he accepted, but when it came time to kill Laura, he refused.

Laura dismisses his claims. "I can't believe you did this," and all that. They fight, and Laura stomps off mad.

Then Georgie boy makes his appearance. He confronts Ian and demands that he kills Laura. (George is like some super rich prick who built/owns this park/mall. He grew callous over the years, watching people trade away their life savings for the junk sold in the stores--commercialism and all that. He got super greedy, wanted more and more cash until costs and prices got to be too high, and he let the park/mall fall into disarray. He lost everything he had trying to keep it open, so he lives in the ruins now -- this is before the disillusionment set in -- and now he wants to destroy people, well "consumers", the way they destroyed him. Hence why he used Ian to turn on and destroy the others.)

Now back to the story...

A big showdown happens where George tries to convince Laura to turn on Ian, saying he'll let her go free IF she kills Ian. She struggles with the choice for a bit but ultimately refuses. Then George gets frustrated and just shoots Ian. This enrages Laura, and she shoots George, destroying him once again. While he bleeds out, Laura tends to Ian. Cue heartbreaking scene of her crying and begging Ian to hold on as she walks him to what they think is the exit. Instead, the exit leads down a tunnel in a sewer-type setup, and on the other end, the tunnel opens into this mini-mansion (a small house decorated all gawdy like a mansion, you know... massive panels of artwork, weird sculptures, noxious colors, etc.)

Laura helps Ian into the mini-mansion, which they easily learn was where George was living and has been living for years now. They also find video footage of other groups of strangers who were pitted against one another long before they arrived. Turns out they're like the tenth group of people George has done this to.

They recoup. Ian heals, and they search the mini-mansion, eventually finding blueprints of the place as well as a way out. But by this point, Ian and Laura have been missing for like... a couple months, maybe longer. Ian tells her they could just stay here in George's mini-mansion like he did (minus all the murdering). The mini-mansion is stacked; they've got electricity (it runs off a grid separate from the park/mall), running water, comfy beds, plenty of rooms, a garden to grow food and enough canned goods, freeze-dried food, and freezers packed with food to survive for a long time. (Again, George was intent on living like this for a LONG time.)

Ian tells her it'd probably be hard to return to normal life anyway. What will they tell people? What would they tell the reporters that would eventually harass them? How would they explain away the deaths of the others? How would they explain their survival? Who would believe their tale of the cray billionaire hiding away in his own derelict failure?

Laura agrees. Neither one of them has anything worthwhile to return home to, so they might as well stay. Laura has an abusive ex-husband she just ran away from and Ian's hiding from a shit job and crippling debt. Maybe here, they can be happy. Together, and in a secluded (but rundown) paradise of their own.

So they stay. They fall in love, and Laura gets pregnant. They're happy, and they have more than they have ever before had in their lives.

It's been roughly eight or nine months by this point from the moment they first arrived.

Now the police show up. The families of the dead strangers put out missing persons' reports, and after months of searching, the police finally pinpointed their signal here at the abandoned park/mall via cell phones and satellite pings off of their GPSs. The cops swarm the place, and though Laura and Ian hear them coming, theirs no exit from the mini-mansion, so they leave the house and walk through the tunnel back to the park, knowing they'll never prove their innocence if they're found in George's McMansion.

The police find them and immediately drag Ian aside, forcing him to his knees while Laura screams, proclaiming hers and his innocence. The police reveal that one of the vicitms managed to record audio of one of the murders as well as a few of them discussing who the killer could be. The phone belonged to the last person killed and was left recording even after their death... And they died near the exit tunnel leading to the minu-mansion, leaving the phone to record the moment Laura realizes that Ian is the killer. But the battery dies before Ian confesses about George.

The police recovered the phone before finding the sheltered couple, and they believe they have the whole story.

Ian struggles against the police, eventually breaking free and running toward Laura. Feeling threatened (Ian has killed 5 people by now), the police open fire and gun Ian down, killing him.

Laura falls to her knees and cradles his head as he dies. She professes his innocence to the police and begins babbling about George and the mini-mansion and all the footage that will prove she's telling the truth.

But they ignore her, assuming a case closed. The more she babbles, the crazier they think she is. They find out she's pregnant later at the hospital when they haul her in to be treated for her wounds and checked over. Assuming Ian raped and brainwashed her over the past eight or so months, they label her as a victim. They question her about what really happened, but she refuses to blame Ian. Eventually, the police (with the aid of a psychiatrist at the hospital) mark her as delusional and "not of a sound mind," and have her committed to a mental hospital.

In the asylum, Laura gives birth to Ian's son, but due to her mental instability, they take him away and hand him off (for some reason) to Laura's abusive ex-husband, whom she isn't exactly divorced from yet (she just ran out on him 'cause she felt her life was in danger).

And that's how the dream ended. Ian dead. Laura unhappy and trapped in a mental hospital, and their baby boy being raised by the abusive asshole ex-husband.

Now you tell me...

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET A GOOD NIGHT'S REST WHEN THIS SHIT IS CLANGING AROUND IN MY HEAD?!