I WILL BUY THE CRAP OUT OF THIS.
:O
WHY WILL I NEVER MEET MICHELLE FAIRLEY GOD DAMMIT
Female privilege is not being expected to get a professional career and take on all the challenges thereof and instead stay home and eat Yoplait (pink flavors because no one judges you for liking pink)
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oh…oh my god. YES. Y E S
ok i’ll let it go rn and you can snag it k?
i just picked up my sketchook and a hundred dollar bill fell out
what the fuck just happened
Benedikte is a street rat. Brilliant when it comes to numbers by incredibly poor, he hunts on the outskirts of Bergen and bakes bread for a shop at the market in the center of the city. For this, he is paid next to nothing. He is happy.
That is, until he meets a wild, wicked girl who claims to have come from the castle. Until he finds himself baking bread in the castle kitchens, sneaking into the girl’s rooms in the dead of night, listening at doors and passing secrets that could bring all of Norway to its knees.
He’s never killed before, either, until someone puts a knife in his hand and asks him to decide what to do with it. Does he fight in the name of his country, in a war he does not support, or to protect his friends, even if what they ask of him is harder and more terrifying than marching off to battle could ever be?
“Lady,” she whimpered softly, wondering if she would meet her wolf again when she was dead.
for laurel
oh it’s after midnight ha ha ha
tonight and tomorrow are pretty much a marathon to finish the last four thousand words of this novel (i am so close) so that it will be completed on Thursday when I present
heeeere i go
