too many lifetime movies

A Family for Christmas (1/2)

Merry Christmas to @shady-swan-jones​!  I’m your Gutter Flower Secret Santa! Although I think you figured it out already… Better late than never, right?

Summary: Attorney Killian Jones’s world is rocked when learns that his estranged father has passed away and that he may have a half-brother he never knew about. The very same day, Emma Swan walks into his office asking for his help in adopting the son she gave up years ago -  a child she somehow managed to track down after years in the foster system.  Is it fate? Can they each help the other find the family they are seeking in time for Christmas?

Otherwise known as: I watched too many Hallmark/Lifetime/FreeForm Christmas movies and this is what happened.


“Italian or Chinese?”

“Well I should think he’d be English, obviously, much like my dashing self.” Killian nudged Emma’s shoulder teasingly. “Bloody hell, Swan, what kind of detective are you?”

Emma rolled her eyes. They were two hours into another evening of scouring every corner of the internet for a trace of Killian’s elusive probable half-brother, but yet again the trail had gone frustratingly cold.

“I meant for dinner, wise-ass.”

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Baby stuff

Waiting to try for a baby is so hard. Seriously, everything around you reminds you of a baby, or someone in your family is pregnant and you’re like “ you little bitch” lol but you’re happy for them. You just want your baby, too. You hope the day will come sooner, every minute seems longer than it actually is. You know it’ll be worth it, but you kinda think “ idc i don’t wanna wait” then you think about it, and you’re like yeah I should wait. Doesn’t make it any easier. Me, I’ve never been a party goer. I don’t like alcohol too much. I could really care less about turning 21. I never was or want to be in that phase,I’ve seen too many lifetime movies for that. I’m ready to settle down, ready for a family. Yes I’m young i know. I’m 18 next month, and I know everyone’s opinion is against me trust me I know that already. But I’ve learned to stop listening to everyone else, everyone else don’t know about what I do in my free time. They don’t know me personally, they don’t know what I’m doing or what I’ll turn out like. I can learn my own lessons, everyone is different. I know many people don’t support it, and they have a right to their own opinion, I’m here to prove you wrong. I will probably get a bunch of hate for this.

Guess His Name

“It’s just one night.” His mother smiled gingerly as she fixed the tie around his neck, patting it a couple times for good measure. “Maybe you’ll meet a nice boy there and he will dance with you.”

Castiel clenched his fists. “Mother, you have been watching too many Lifetime movies. The only reason I agreed to go was so that you would have pictures.”

The doorbell rang, causing his mother to clap with excitement while he sagged forward with exhaustion. How was he able to get past Junior Prom but not Senior Prom? His mother had been happy enough letting him skip last year. But now she had fantasies in her mind of him meeting a nice young man and bringing him home to meet her. If only she knew that Castiel was an outcast at school.

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Couch to 5K: 

Week 5, Day 1 

- 5 min warm up 

- Run 5 min 

- Walk 2 min

- Run 4 min

- Walk 2 min

- Run 5 min
- Walk 2 min
- Run 4 min

- 5 min cool down

App Stats:

- Avg. Run Pace: 10:41/mi 

- Avg. Walk Pace: 15:24/mi

- Overall Pace: 12:26/mi 

- Distance: 2.74 mi in 34 mins

This is the last time I will run around the lake behind my house. It’s not exactly a prime running area but it’s convenient for walking out my front door to get going.

My initial thought was that running on an unknown path (they don’t clear the leaves/brush so I don’t know what I am running on) could hurt me if I misjudge. Then, as I started through the wooded area directly around the lake, I psyched myself out thinking that at any moment a serial killer was going to jump out and kidnap me to be his next victim. I was freaking out. I even texted Emily my exact whereabouts just in case and took my headphones off (which I think made it worse because I couldn’t control my breathing while listening to myself breathe AND every crackle of leaves had me thinking I was being followed).

I’m lame. BUT I’M DONE NOW.

Tuesdayyy! Biggest Loser tonight!

Fic: First Sight

Based off this AU idea: We’re the only two people in the DMV and we’re filling out papers silently when you look over and ask me what colour eyes I think you have

~985 words, PG.

Blaine sighed as he started filling out the form the DMV lady had given him, already tired of dealing with bureaucracy even though he was one of two customers currently in the building - showing up right after they opened was a surprisingly good idea. The other man was in the chair/desk combination to his left, already busily writing down answers as Blaine approached the desk and asked for a driver’s license application.

Focus, Anderson, he told himself, actually taking in the information being requested instead of just blindly putting in answers. You’d hate to misspell your own name on an official government document. Shit, could I be arrested for falsifying my identity if I have a misspelled driver’s license? Would it still be a valid form of ID?

“Hey,” the other man said quietly, breaking Blaine out of his increasingly absurd thought spiral. “Can I ask you a potentially weird question?”

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It’s a lazy weekend afternoon and you’re flipping through the channels on television, searching for something that’s not going to require too many brain cells to watch when you find it: the Lifetime Movie Network, your guilty pleasure channel. It’s just what you wanted; bad writing, over the top drama, implausible plots, and even more implausible acting by your favorite washed-up or pre-fame actors. You may have even lost a few brain cells after watching, but by god, you’ve enjoyed it.

The Bitetime Creative Works Fest wants a sweet slice of that terribad pie. Teen Wolf fandom, here’s your chance to have a little bit of fun - pick from our list of prompts carefully curated from only the worst Lifetime movies and get to work. The fest is primarily designed for fic writers, but is open to creatives of all types; fanart, fanmixes, graphics, and fan videos are all welcome. Collaborations are highly encouraged, and all pairings welcome.

Get the details: RulesFAQPrompt ListContact 
Sign ups open this Sunday, February 15th, at 12PM EST! 

December 14th, 2014

ARTIST: owynsama

AUTHOR: qichi

14th of December, 2014

Alfred wakes to the familiar jingle of someone turning keys in the lock. He yawns and stretches, letting the sleep shiver out of his muscles, feeling wonderfully domestic as the front door clicks shut. “Come on upstairs,” he says, too warm in his cocoon of blankets to close the distance himself.

“Lazy bastard,” comes the reply as Arthur’s footsteps draw closer. Mm. For all his complaining and all his gruff he doesn’t hesitate to join Alfred, not even for a second. Alfred’s come to rely on the certainty of that.

It’s stiflingly warm. Between the pleasant comfort of a bed slept in all night and the body heat coming off of Arthur after a morning run-well, they’re gonna have to throw the sheets in the wash, for one thing, but it's… it’s something good, something Alfred doesn’t want to give up on.

After one too many nights spent up late, alone, watching Lifetime movies with a box of tissues and a pint of chocolate ice cream, Arthur wanted to do something about the little pocket of chub he’d developed. Despite Alfred’s protests that it was cute. It’s part of a routine, now; Arthur comes home smelling like sweat, all slick musk and grime, just around when Alfred stumbles out of bed, usually. Or some days, like today, lazier than most, before he manages to make the effort.

Alfred kisses Arthur’s forehead and cards his fingers through his hair, only stopping when Arthur shrugs out of his sweatpants and hoodie-hot, athletic bod aside, November’s cold in early mornings. “Love you,” he says against his temple, kissing there again, covering Arthur in affection. “What do you want for breakfast?”

The reply he gets out of Arthur is somewhere between ‘mmn’ and 'rrrngh,’ which could be… eggs, maybe, but Alfred doesn’t want to risk the wrath of dissatisfied boyfriend, so he plies him with a long, slow smooch and tries again. “Food?”

As Arthur finally manages a reply-eggs, toast, an orange-Alfred grabs the hoodie he’d taken off and pulls it onto himself. It’s a little gross-smelly, yeah, but under all that it’s the scent of Arthur, the feeling of being all wrapped in his presence. Besides, it’d been his first, USA emblazoned on the front in big white block letters; Arthur had taken to it for its bulk, its warmth and comfort. It’s a weird, reciprocal relationship, love played out in laundry.

In the mean time Arthur’s shifted over top of the blankets, resting now, his back flush to their piled pillows as he catches his breath and relaxes.

Alfred can’t help a show of sentiment. He bends, like a knight swearing loyalty to his lord, and presses lips to the back of Arthur’s hand, brushing over his knuckles. “As you wish, sir,” he teases.

Arthur doesn’t throw a pillow at him, which is a kindness he doesn’t usually offer, although he does reach back and grip one threateningly, as if Alfred will scare away. As if. But despite Arthur’s exterior, Alfred knows, his need to seem rough and cold and strong, his feelings burn just as high as Alfred’s. He loves him. And he’s going to want that breakfast.

Heartbeat Pt. 4

AO3 FF.N <- Can be read here as well.

Word Count: 2,025
Warnings:  Cursing
Notes: Y/F/N= Your Father’s Name

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 

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I’ve racked my damn brain for some kinda shit to put here, but my day has been nothin’ but my mind goin’ numb from watching too many Lifetime movies- these things are predictable as fuck at this point, thinkin’ ‘bout just goin’ out on the beach or somethin’. How was everyone elses day/night?