So I really want Malia to exist in It Takes Two... but I really don't want to write them getting her or her readjusting to human life. But I really want her there.
Ugh

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So I really want Malia to exist in It Takes Two... but I really don't want to write them getting her or her readjusting to human life. But I really want her there.
Ugh

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sits here and watches the dash cause idk how to put words to the things that i want to do. and i want to do all the things
Reverse starter call. Please tag me in things 🥺
Look, it's me and my story notes again
Everyone has to suffer because of one dumbass. That's it. That's the plot.

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why is it so hard to write a book lmfao
omg THE AMERICANS AU! i want that for J/B!!!!!!!!!
I have been stuck on the plot for two months so please don’t have any expectations. The only thing I’ve decided is that somehow J/B end up raising Myrcella and Tommen and that plot point eventually triggers this conversation:
“My family is the only thing that matters!” He was shouting at her by this point, he knew. Maybe more to convince himself than her.
“How about me? Am I family? For years we’ve played house for your family, I’ve been mother to your children” – with her, she didn’t need to say – “am I family?” Am I your wife? The question died on her lips.
It was as if he heard her anyway. “We – we’re not – “ and he didn’t need to finish the sentence, he was already regretting it. You are, you are, he felt it deep in his bones, but he had said that they were not. It didn’t matter what he felt. He had said, too much, just by starting to say it. She had heard.
*stares at empty doc*
...what am I doing?