#Tonje writes

[doasyoudesireandlive]

Min skatt

Pairing: Thor Odinson x reader (AU setting)

Summary: Your first meeting with Thor.

Warnings: intoxication, fluff, kissing, Amanda is a bad friend, possessiveness,pet names, kinda meet-cute?

A/N: This is my first time writing for Thor. Ive wanted to try it for a while. Hope I did it justice. Thank you @late-to-the-party-81 and @jobean12-blog for your forever support ❤ As always its lazily proof read by me, and English is not my first language. Happy reading!

header by me. dividers by @saradika

"Come on Y/N!" Your friend Amanda grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the door. You were going to a party. Your first party here since you moved to town.

Amanda just walked right in, and soon you were seated in a chabby couch, talking to a guy named Bucky. 

"So you see, thats why cats are so much smarter than dogs" Bucky gestured wildly with his hands. You looked at him with confusion. 

"Ah, I see… so… are you from here?" you asked him politely, not wanting to fall into the "cats vs dogs" trap he laid out for you. 

Bucky shot you a charming smile. "Born and raised, baby. But not you. I havent seen you around and you are too pretty to go unnoticed." He winked at you. 

Snorting out a laugh, you tell him that you needed a change of scenery, and after inheriting a house from your great aunt you ended up here. 

Bucky was just about to say something when someone climbed into his lap. The "someone" was a tall, muscular 'american sweetheart' kinda guy. 

"Where did you go?" The American sweetheart's voice is thick and sweet as he rubs the tip of his nose against Buckys.

"Ive been sitting here all along, punk. You're the one who walked away." The teasing tone of Buckys voice make a shiver run down your spine. You cant seem to tear your eyes from him and the golden boy. Then they start to make out and you just sit there, staring at them like a creep. 

Bucky break the kiss and turn to you. "Y/N, this is my Steve." His eyes glisten with amusement. You manage to extend your hand for Steve to shake, and he does so while smirking. "I like this one, Buck." 

"Y/N!" Amandas voice breaks through the sounds of the party. 

You turn around to find her standing by the door, heavily making out with a man with longish black hair. 

Clearing your throat you say "you called?" 

Amanda turns around sporting a dopey grin. "There you are, you silly goose. Im going now… so, you have to hitch a ride home on your own.toodles!"

The black haired man just measure you up and down before grinning. "Nice to meet you, beautiful. Until next time" 

Amanda and the mystery man is soon out the door, leaving you there alone. Or not alone, alone. You just dont know a lot of people yet. Huffing, you go to find tequila. 

"So, yeah. Thats my story. You are insanely beautiful by the way. I mean wow. Just wow." You had definitely found tequila, and taken a few shots. 

The redhead you were talking to, Natasha, smiled sweetly at you. "Thank you. You are way too sweet, pretty girl" The last two words said so sweetly that you could taste them on your tongue.She reached up and cupped your face before giving you a kiss - right on the lips. It was short and sweet, but it made you feel all gooey inside. 

"See ya" Natasha walked away, leaving you there alone, with your heart thumping in your chest. 

"Well, well. Who are you?" A dark, melodic voice sounded from behind you. You turned around and looked at the god of a man. 

Tall, muscular, broad shoulders, narrow waist and big hands. A beautiful face with a sculpted jaw, high cheekbones and dark blonde scruff. His eyes were something different. Icy blue as a glacier in sunshine, with specs of greenish blue like the shallow waters of the ocean. His smile made his eyes sparkle.

"um, hi. I mean, I'm Y/N" You blushed, feeling like you had made a fool out of yourself. Your pulse was rushing in your ears and it felt like you had just turned sober,from the embarrassment.Still you extended your hand for him to shake. 

He seemed amused. "Im Thor. Why don't I know you? You are stunning" He took your hand in his,holding it like you were a princess. 

You looked at him in awe. "Me? how about you? Don't you own a mirror, Mr. Price Charming?" Your response seemed to surprise him, confusion showing on his face. You were afraid that you had fucked up, but suddenly his face split into a smile and a hearty laughter filled your ears. 

"You are snappy! I like it!" You laughed to, realief washing over you. 

"so, Skatt, you wanna come play beer pong?" You simply nod and Thor pulls you along outside to play.

Beer pong was so fun, and when paired up with Thor, you won every round. The outside air turned moist and cold, so you all migrated indoors. It was getting late (or early) so it was only the "core" left. Bucky, Steve, Sam, Natasha, Wanda,Clint, Tony, Bruce, Thor and you. You are seated in the living room, most of you on the verge of sleep. You sat with Thor.

Suddenly you remembered Amanda. "Wow… she really just left me here" you mutter to yourself. The feeling of betrayal sneaks its way in.  

"What was that, Skatt?" Thor's voice is soft and sweet like honey. You turn to look at him,and let out a gasp as you realize that you are so close that you can feel his breath on your face. Staring into his eyes, you feel excitement and lust stirring in your belly. 

"um, well, yeah. I don't know if you remember but I came here with my 'friend' Amanda" Thor hums and wraps his arm over your shoulders and pulls you close. 

"And why is that important, Skatt?" You look at him, squinting your eyes. 

"you know what? It's not important at all." You lean into his embrace and you sit there in comfortable silence for a few minutes. The bad feeling just melts away, like an icecream in sunny weather.

Your voice cut through the silence.

"Thor? You keep calling me 'Skatt'... What does it mean?"

Thor cups your face and leans in. His nose brushes yours and his breath fan over your lips, he's so close - you can almost taste him.

"It means treasure or precious" he whispers before kissing you. 

The kiss is sweet, but quickly turns filthy and lustful. You break the kiss, but stays in Thors embrace.

Thor pulls you into his lap, so you're straddling him. He pulls you closer, making you gasp as you can feel his arousal against your clothed core. 

Possessiveness glisten in his eyes. He whispers in your ear, words that would change your life forever.

"Min Skatt. My treasure. My precious."

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[late-to-the-party-81]

hi, a drabble idea for you <3

You and Steve are training, when he see that your arms are scattered with bruises. When he ask about them you try to laugh it off, telling him its nothing. How will he react?

cant wait to see what you will make from this! <3

Bruises

AN: Thanks for the ask, Tonje! I hope you like this.

Beta’d by @lunarbuck, dividers by @firefly-graphics, moodboard and banner by me.

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Summary: You’ve got a training session with Steve, but you’ve also got something to hide.

Relationship: Steve and Fem Agent Reader (Platonic)

Word Count: 1.1k

CW: Fluff, mild angst, attempted assault, canon typical violence, Steve being a good friend, mild pining.

“Aren’t you gonna get a bit warm like that?”  Steve looks at you in surprise when you turn up to your training session with a long-sleeved gym top on, as opposed to your usual sleeveless, muscle tee. You try quickly to think of something he’ll believe.

“I… umm… thought I ought to practise in some different clothes. Not always going to have time to put on my specific ‘bad-guy fighting clothes’ am I?” You shot him a smile, but Steve just let out a small grunt before turning away and stepping towards the mats.

“Come on then, Flash. Show me what you’ve got.”

You always enjoyed your training sessions with Steve. Not only was it good to practise fighting against someone bigger and stronger than you, but he was also genuinely fun to be around. You had a good rapport with him but were also grateful that he didn’t treat you like some kind of breakable doll. You had to be able to fight, and it wouldn’t do you, or the team, any good if he didn’t actually swing for you. 

Of course, he wasn’t trying to hurt you, but it had to be real enough, and you’d walked out of the training room a few times with bruised ribs or a black eye. These instances had resulted in not only profuse apologies but also the appearance of your favourite take-out, gift packs of luxurious bath supplies, and bottles of beer. Every time you told him it wasn’t necessary.

“Steve, it’s not like I’m gonna get all of this when the villains beat me up.”

“Of course you will, Flash - will just still be from me, not them.”

“You’re a sap, Rogers!”

This current training session was on track to be just like any other, your different outfit notwithstanding. Steve practised with you without the shield, a fact you were grateful for. However, he did use an array of fake firearms and knives, and you had to attempt to disarm him and avoid getting ‘shot’ or too badly ‘stabbed’ in the process.

For once, things were going your way. That was until Steve grabbed hold of your wrist and forearm over your shirt to use your momentum against you. You couldn’t help it - you hissed in pain and clutched your arm to your body, losing your balance and crashing onto the padded floor. Steve was by your side, kneeling over you in an instant.

“What’s wrong, Flash? I didn’t grab you that hard, did I?”

You blinked, imploring the tears in your eyes to disappear before you started bawling in front of your best friend.

“It’s okay. I’m okay. Honest. You just don’t know your own strength.” You let out a fake little laugh, then tentatively placed your hand on the mat to push yourself up. However, pain lanced through you, and you jerked your arm back against your body.

“Liar.” His words weren’t harsh, just concerned, tinged with some playful mocking. “Come on, let me see.”

Gently, Steve eased your arm towards him and slid the stretchy, athletic material up your arm. He froze when he saw your wrist, blotchy and covered in bruises.

“What the hell, Flash? This isn’t from now? These are a day, a day and a half old?” The marks were deep purple, a couple starting to yellow at the edges. “What the hell happened?”

With your free hand, you rubbed the back of your neck.

“Well, umm. I was walking back to my room after a swim, and well, there was this other agent. Let’s just say his momma never raised him to be polite to a lady. And… ummm… he wanted some attention from me I didn’t want to give him, and he grabbed me - hence the bruises - and…”

You saw a look of rage descend over Steve’s face, his cheeks flushing in anger.

“Who was it? They’ll wish they’d never been born. They’ll be praying for Fury to fire them by the time I’m done…”

He started to get up, not really thinking through the fact that he couldn’t do anything without further information, but you stopped him by taking hold of his hand with your damaged one.

“Steve! Sit down. It’s fine. It’s dealt with. I dealt with it.”

He looked at you, sea blue eyes darting over you as if he could use x-ray vision to find any other bumps or bruises.

“How did you deal with it, Flash? Does Fury know? Or Maria if you don’t, you know, wanna talk to a guy…”

He was so sweet. Such a gentleman. His earnestness made you giggle.

“The Director knows. I told him all about it, after I broke the guy’s foot. Stomped on his instep and shattered some of his meta-tarsals. He let go of me real quick. Fury and security found him still lying on the corridor floor, fired him, and then sent him to the civilian ER. Hope he had a long wait time to be seen.”

The corners of your mouth twitched up as you remembered how the creep had screamed as his foot broke. As your Ma always said, “a lady should never start a fight, but she should know how to finish one.”

“But why didn’t you say anything to me?” Steve looked at you with puppy-dog eyes, saddened that you’d kept this from him.

“Cos I’m a big girl, Steve. I don’t need a man, especially you, fighting my battles for me.”

“I don’t mean like that, Flash. I just meant we could have skipped training today so you could recover.”

You glared at him.

“Will Doctor Doom wait? Or Zemo? Or any of the random aliens that like to attack at a moment’s notice?”

Steve folded his arms over his chest and put on his ‘Captain’ face. You’d lost this argument.

“Flash, go rest, please. I need you fully fit so you can take on Doom, Zemo, and aliens.”

“Fine!” You rolled your eyes and allowed him to help you to your feet. “But only because you look hilarious when you pout, Captain.”

He smiled and shook his head.

“Why do I put up with your sass?”

“Cos I’m awesome. That’s why! See you later, Steve.”  You waved with your good hand and sauntered back to your room. He always talked sense; you should have put off your training today, but you didn’t want to be seen as weak.

You curled up on your sofa, popped on a wrist brace, and settled down to binge-watch something on the TV.  Your arm throbbed. You hated when Steve was right. 

About an hour later, there was a knock at your door, but when you opened it, there was no one there. Just a pizza box, some bath stuff, and a 4 pack of beer. You scooped them up with your good arm and took them back inside with a smile and a shake of your head.

If only Steve were more than just your best friend…

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[dethtism]

Tonje's version of the chart I did w Toril :-3

[odinspattern]

Also as y’all can probably tell. I am writing these in Norwegian, which is rare for me, and I am having fun putting the most Norwegian double names onto the characters.

Which is rare for me, because having three first names, I am a fan of single names, but with this project I am handing the double names out like candy.

Jon Arne, Ole Petter, Ingrid Andrea, Tonje Marit, Silje Marie, Jon Andreas, Kim Roger, Lene Mari, Bjørn Espen, Bob Kåre… it is so much fun. Highly reccomend it..

[vitalphenomena]

ORIGIN STORIES: i've been asked a few times recently where the ideas for my characters came from, so i thought it'd compile a list.

burns, harris, juniper, burns, lila came about when i was in the third grade, reading maximum ride, enjoying x-m.en: fir.st clas.s and knew a kid named burns and thought, what if a kid named burns could control fire? i ended up writing spirit on a forum (following similar line of thought as the burns naming convention) and needed a reason for her to be alone, so i kind of built harris's personality around the need for spirit to be abandoned, and the other personalities came after that.

alex haven came about because [we @bluedprints already had theo] ezra haven said, and i quote, 'wanna get you fucking pregnant again' whilst having sex with spirit haven after their first couple's therapy session following ezra's unfaithfulness.

davy actually came about before second gen was a thing. i wanted to give juni a baby and wouldn't it just be crazy if @jupiter3's flynn was the father? then phoebe came about as we just kept adding to second gen and realized that juni/sam/flynn would have also had juni/sam kids

beck came about because i wanted more labkids one day because i was bored. @bluedprints and dax basically created the narrative of labkids with a vendetta against harris harris. tonje, dana, charlotte, river, and noel's ocs came first, then i made beck bc i felt left out

shipley (now written by @corsey) was the villain in the first spirit novel i tried to write. i knew he came from a cult, and i knew he also needed to be from a cult that no longer existed and that he was delusionally trying to continue doing the work of, so i came up with mackenzie, cass, and jm (the last of which now written by @jupiter3) to destroy the cult. i was ~losing my religion~ at the time so obviously i had to be edgy and say something about baptism and evangelical christianity as well. i ended up with elijah/shipley/mack as one triad and the throuple as another because trinities.

rachel is another product of the second gen baby boom.

rose was one of my first ocs affiliated with @bluedprints henry. we wanted siblings, we wanted sharp emotional contrast, we ended up sticking them in knight based on an idea tonje had about cult siblings that she fleshed out and invited me into

naomi is a product of the baby boom and also, doesn't rose with two beautiful baby girls and a loving husband just make sense for her arc?

graham is a product of the baby boom because @bluedprints' henry needs just one nice thing: his beautiful boys who were damaged and lost before henry.

kieran and cain came about as characters in the second version of spirit's novel. i needed a cult leader and i needed a right hand man. and then they just blossomed from there!

gabriela came about because i always knew comphet compelled cain to have sex with women during orgies in glass and second gen had a bit of a baby boom.

cullen came about because we needed some villains in second gen. naturally i made him kieran's son and the guy from you. instead, we have wife guy cullen glass (who also kills ezra haven)

alessandra came about to be an affiliated oc with @midcenturies' belén, daughter of the remarkable beatríz.

maryanne came about as an affiliated oc with @midcenturies @jupiter3 @corsey after we watched h.ustlers and wanted to engage with themes like femininity, feminism, sexuality, sexism, sex work, dubious ethics and morality, and modern survival.

adrien, kai-ming, kennedy, noah, esther, rian, jeremy, rian, and hassan were created for @bluedprints' archetype. i wanted to explore some of the same themes of surrealism and horror and obsessive artistry. i started to develop different ideas for artists/creators, their struggles, and their role in our plot.

olivia came about because of a plot i'm doing with @gildedlife coming up shortly that i'm super excited about!

hanna, veronica, and bianca came about bc @bluedprints and i wanted to give cassius and ezra some new york friends to have sloppy sex with on a regular basis. bianca specifically came about to be one of the many mothers to edwin's many children

mercutio came about bc tonje held a gun to my head and made me.

felicity came about because tonje and i put cassius through the ringer and he needed a respite. he needed the love of a good woman.

amelia came about bc i wanted felicity to have a daughter to raise with cassius :) and being a single mother before cassius made sense for her character development.

joe was created in a rp group because a) needed older skewing chars b) needed less grimy service industry rats in bands c) needed a normal guy on account of there being a werewolf waffle house

isla came about because we wanted a) california ocs for theo to interact with when they went to ucla and b) i wanted affiliated band ocs for a band called burger kink. isaac and clara followed, the former bc i wanted to give theo a sugar daddy, the latter bc i needed more evil women on my roster

elizabeth "busy" is @jupiter3's creation!

samuel came about because busy is edwin miles' (@bluedprints) oopsie daisy. aka he got her pregnant then fumbled her. yes.

rhea came about because i was watching real housewives and started thinking about people in the tourism industry having to deal with obnoxious rich people. i was further inspired by the flor.ida proje.ct

weston came about in an rp group created by @jupiter3 and others who aren't active on tumblr rn. basically they gave me a template for a final/slasher survivor and he just came about from that.

louis was an idea i had admittedly based heavily heavily heavily on an old ex who worked in restaurants with me and was putting off leaving our college town to pursue his masters.

maxwell is a product of the baby boom after we came up with the houlou ship @jupiter3

[miidnighters]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN.

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ(ꜱ) ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ?

so way back in the day when I was rping on forums I was on this one vampire vs werewolf forum that probably had the very very first iteration of Bella? and then I came here and got my start with canons but I was picking the most obscure canons that were essentially OC's anyway. my first RPC OC here was actually not Bella but an acrobat named Wings, IIRC. All the others spiralled after that.

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ?

listen. i am a soft bean. Anything with like, heavy angst, explicit horror, some physical fighting stuff is not really my cup of tea - partially because it's not my cup of tea to read so writing it doesn't come naturally to me

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ?

i love anything that lets me explore my characters, whether that's backstory in a shipping/slice of life sense or exploring something new, in new verses or in different situations. I'm pretty open to most things tbh

ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ?

I don't make a lot of headcanons tbh? but a lot of them I think up early in the morning while my mind is just kind of drifting, or while driving

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ?

i am a big music girl - i do everything with music lmao.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ?

i would say 95% of the time I just wing it, which reflects my general preference in rp for going with the flow over hard and fast plotting. that said, quite often I will read a reply and think immediately "x character is going to do or say this in response to that" and obsess over that detail until I can write it down.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ?

so much ! I don't necessarily go into every interaction expecting a ship but I do think there are some you can pick straight away as having insane chemistry and some that develop over time, even if you're not trying. of course, jumping straight into it is fun but I usually chat ooc about that first

ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ/ɴᴀᴍᴇ?

brodie ! I never stuck to any sort of alias lmao

ᴀɢᴇ?

thirty

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ?

6 August

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ(ꜱ)?

pastels - butter yellow, baby pink, so on

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ(ꜱ)?

i rotate thru songs tbh. State of Me by Meghan Tonjes is always up there. Moon Trance by Lindsey Stirling. Save Me or Moon by BTS. Heartbeat by Nightcore was my top song of last year and North Star by Tyler Shaw the year before (it came 4th in 2023). So many honestly

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

It was probably actually Knives Out with my dad like a fortnight ago but as I'm typing this I remember I watched the TSwift Eras movie since then but I'm not sure that counts cos I cried thru the whole thing

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

We've been watching Physical 100 s2 the last couple of nights

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ?

Twin Flame - Brennan Story

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ?

mash potato and gravy tbh

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ?

i like autumn tbh, but becasue winter is too cold, summer is too hot, and spring has birds that swoop you and draw blood

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ?

i'm going to say no. I have quite a number of dear friends that I've made through rp and who I hope I would continue to talk to if one or both of us left rp but I'm not going to pick just one lmao

tagged by: no one! I stole this from @abysswarden 😘

[crossdreamers]

How right wing media is trying to turn  Tonje Gjevjon, a TERF,  into a hero,  all based on lies.

The Norwegian transphobieTonje Gjevjon has been on her anti-trans crusade for a long time now, aggressively harassing trans women and spreading lies. Now it seems that right wing American media has become interested in her story, repeating all the lies in the process.

Here are the facts, as presented by Alexander.

(Note that the post contains references to transphobic statements.)

Alexander writes  over at twitter:

//How embarrassing for @nypost to write an article where every fact given in the title is a lie. Tonje Gjevjon is not an actress, is not being investigated for saying men can’t be lesbians and is not facing up to 3 years in prison. This is fake news. An entirely fabricated story.

Deception tactics

In fact, she has admitted to knowingly repeating verbatim from an earlier case on hate speech where someone was given probation for publicly harassing a trans woman by calling her things like a perverted male pig and fetishist, just for being transgender (from Norwegian news):

[Original version in tweet]

Here is the court case she is referring to. As you can see, it was not about saying men cannot be lesbians, but for saying a trans woman is a perverted male pig who should have her kids taken away by the state. He was given 15 days probation and a fine.

[Norwegian court document] [Google translation]

Trying to get arrested to make her case

Tonje Gjevjon has been trying to get arrested for over a year, and calls this her new art project. As a part of this project she has been viciously harassing trans people and tagging the police, trans activists and politicians and asking us to take her to court.

Gjevjon is now being investigated after the police decided to finally give her what she wanted and opened an investigation. The police did this against the wishes of the trans woman she harassed. In fact, said trans woman has said explicitly that she wants the case dropped.

Extremely bad “art”

Gjevjon is infamous in Norway for making "art" that is literally just sexualized homophobic, transphobic and racist caricatures. Here is an example of her drawing of a Norwegian organisation for queer migrants + queer people at Pride (censored by me - they all have penises out).

[Link to tweet with sensitive imagery]

And here is her depiction of the trans woman that she is currently under investigation for harassing, also censored by me, but she is drawn with breasts and penis hanging out. This was drawn years ago, as Gjevjons harassment has lasted for many years.

[Link to tweet with sensitive imagery]

She knows full well that she is not being investigated for saying men cannot be lesbians. This is a fully and unambiguously legal statement to make in Norway. But she also knows that lying about it is likely to get her money and attention as an artist that lives on controversy.

A lesbian that hates gay men

Tonje Gjevjon also hates gay men with a passion, and argued in 2012 that unprotected sex between two men should be de facto criminalized. Use google translate on this thread if you want to see more. She responds to the thread and does not denounce her views.

[Link to Norwegian language twitter thread]

I'm not kidding on her homophobia: here she is calling a Norwegian gay male author a "cock-fixated cock-fetishist", stating that he "loves cock and the cock is central in his gay life" and writing that all gay men who accept trans people are "fixated on cock".

[Links to snapshots of offensive Norwegian language tweets]

I could go on for years with the shit she's said, cause that's how long she has been doing this. Here she is literally calling the leaders of the biggest trans organisation in Norway "whores", and stating that they are a pimp-lobby that grooms young children into prostitution.

Here is the post that she herself have been taking quotes from in order to claim that she is persecuted for saying men cant be lesbians: conveniently leaving out that she starts the post by calling trans women "permanently roleplaying perverted fetishists"

This is a great representative example of how she talks about trans women as a group, and has for years: here she is referring to them as "heterosexual men with a sexual fetish that get aroused by dressing in women's panties and identifying as lesbian, woman and mother".

//end of tweets

So to make this clear: Tonje Gjevjon si NOT facing up to 3 years in prison for saying men cannot be lesbians. She is not going to prison any time soon. She is simply a transphobic hater who wants to gain more attention to her toxic cause.

Note also how it is the extreme right that embraces people like her. It becomes harder and harder to see the difference between right wing extremists and transphobic “radical feminists”:

Republished with permission.

Read the whole thread here!

We are taking the liberty of reproducing Hampus Lundgren’s photo of Gjevjon above. The photographer has captures the privilege of wealthy, white, transphobic TERFs in all its splendor (via Dagbladet).

See also:  Norwegian TERF tries to stop new law against conversion therapy The TERFminator" – Lesbian feminist LGBTQA-activist puts "gender critical" transphobes in their place

[norwegianoslo]

What can you do? Write some examples in the comments section. Teaching Tonje & modal verbs on A1. 

[chrisdrysdale]

Hi Bella! ❤️

I wanna join your love and cuddles writing challenge! ❤️ Love the theme😘

Hi Tonje!! Yes of course you can!!! have funnnn 💗

[thearcticsounds]

Yesterday afternoon while I was idling away time before a date that I was not so excited for I was listening to Jenny Hval and reading through My Struggle and sort of letting my mind wander around. 

I was at the part in the book where Karl Ove is falling in love with Linda who will eventually be his second wife and mother to his children. At this time they go and see Bergman plays together, both totally enraptured as they leave, she hosts parties for the culture creators of Stockholm where he feels completely out of place, he writes her long letters professing his love that he never sends, in fact he almost can’t speak when he’s around her. Partly because he’s married to someone else, Tonje, his first love, and there’s a barrier. He gets jealous, defensive, and drunk. He’s moody and dramatic. I can’t get into it all now, but Karl and Linda have a long and winding history that goes back years at this point where they keep serendipitously finding and losing each other. 

Around this time I was thinking about how I used to feel like I needed to find *my* identity after the separation, as if there was a core “me” that existed before and could be, needed to be, separated from whatever I was when I was “us”. I was afraid if I tried to engage with the world the way I used to, the way I’d grown to like to over the last ten years, that I was pulling the wool of the past over my eyes. Acting out an empty ritual. But now I get glimpses of something else: those parts of me that feel changed because of the relationship, all those memories, *are* me, and it makes my soul larger and more beautiful. What I learned to love, how I learned to love, can, should still exist in me. 

By now in the book Karl Ove has confessed his love for Linda, and she’s wildly in love with him, too. They spend months together in pure bliss, “having eyes only for each other.” It’s at this point that Linda, with a history of manic depression, tells Karl about how she tried to take her own life a few years before by jumping from a window, only to be stopped by her mother. There’s this exchange:

With the early afternoon sun streaming through the windows of my apartment that is just beginning to feel like a home, with “High Alice” playing in the background, with all the despair of the last year and hope of the future swirling around in that moment,  as I read the line “’I’m not,’ I said.”, something jumped inside of me and I started sobbing and laughing and sobbing and laughing and I couldn’t stop, didn’t really want it to stop.

[aurora-daily]

Gundelach collaborated with AURORA for a song “Cynical Mind“ which is out this Friday! [pre-save link]

“We wrote this song about all the cynical, cruel people of the world. We did all the writing in one day, but I spent over a year on the production with some help from my friends.” - Gundelach

[photos by Tonje Thilesen]

[doasyoudesireandlive]

Is this boxer Thor, finishing his practise for the day? Maybe he still has some energy to expend?

😚

OMG, Jen - this really helped my writers block, and this was sooo fun to write. Hope you like it!

18+ below the cut

warnings: nicknames, kissing, teasing, slapping, d/s mood kinda?, thor has no idea what he just got himself into

dividers by @saradika

Beg

The dull thump of fists hitting a punching bag fills the air. The gym smells like bleach, masking the smell of old blood and sour sweat. He's been punching for almost 30 minutes now, his body glistening with sweat and his movements sharp and agile. 

You stare at him from a distance, the sight of him making your breath hitch. You felt kinda like a freak. Standing there, staring. Like a hunter, watching its prey. That comparison made you chuckle and he must have heard you, because his movements still and he turns to look at you.

Blue eyes glisten with amusement and something else that you can't describe when he sees you by the door.

"Something funny, vesla?" The nickname made a chiver run down your spine. 

you smiled. "Just a random thought. Why do you keep calling me 'vesla'?" You cocked your head to the side and squinted your eyes.

A smirk appears on Thor's face. He slowly starts to unwrap the bandages covering his knuckles as he walks towards you. He stops when he's almost toe to toe with you, you can feel his body radiating heat. 

"Well… you are tiny. Vesla means tiny." A blush creeps up your neck and you could feel your cheeks heating up. Thor steps even closer, his breath fanning over your face. 

He reaches out for you, his hand gently caressing your face - tucking a few stray hairs behind your ear.

He leans in and whispers in your ear. "I bet you would be so easy, vesla. I could just touch you, and you would beg me to fuck you."

 Heat pools in your tummy but the feeling is not all desire and excitement. Anger flares in your blood.

You meet his stare, the defiance and thunder in your eyes make Thor take a step back. You straighten your back and square your shoulders. 

"Beg you say. Beg?" The laugher coming from your mouth makes goosebumps appear on Thor's skin and you can feel the change in the air. Thor looks almost afraid now, like he's done something wrong. He tries to take another step back but you bring your hand up, gesturing for him to stop. 

"tsk, tsk, tsk. Be a good boy now." your voice is low and taunting. Realization paints Thor's features and he lowers his head as he steps towards you. You smile sweetly at him as he stands right in front of you. 

You reach up and stroke his cheek lightly, he sighs deeply and leans into the gentle touch. You pull your hand back and slap him hard. 

Thor groans in pain, his face turned towards the floor. 

You put your finger under his chin, forcing his eyes to meet yours. His eyes are no longer blue as a glacier, they are pitch black . His breath shallow in his chest, and lips slightly parted. A smirk ghost over your face and you quickly dive in for a kiss. its desperate, messy, tongues fighting for dominance and teeth nipping lips. 

You pull apart panting, Thor leaning in for more. Once again your hand meets his cheek as a slap,and a guttural moan escapes his lips. 

"Patience, baby. Patience." You smile and ghost your fingers over his now red and warm cheek. You take his hand in yours and pull him towards the empty locker rooms. 

There is a tall bench against the wall. You release his hand and run your hands up your thighs and under your skirt. Thor follows your movements with his eyes and visibly swallows when you rub yourself through your panties. 

You hook your thumbs on the hem of your panties and pull them down, the flimsy fabric dropping to the floor. Thor smirks and his hands move to touch himself. Before he can do so you slap him again. 

The groan leaving Thor's lips makes wetness run down the insides of your thighs. 

You walk to the bench and sit down, spreading your legs.

"Come here, baby" Your voice is sweet as honey. 

Thor stalk towards you, dark eyes and tongue darting out to wet his lips. 

He kneels in front of you, breath fanning over your wetness. He is about to taste you when your fingers wrap into his hair, holding him still. 

"Beg."

taglist: @animnerd @late-to-the-party-81

[dethtism]

Toril being a Virgo with a Sagittarius daughter is surely enough to warrant everyone giving her a round of applause

[a-woman-apart]

Compromise

I do not know where I am going to go with this post, but I really do feel like I should write one. Detachment has been a really strong theme in some of my previous entries, and I am still doing my best to practice it each and every day. Most of the changes in my life up to this point have been very difficult to enact, however, they were still a direct result of my choices. Even though it was very hard to decide to do the things that I did, I was so happy to have embarked on the journey.

Even so, I was in survival mode. Life had become about making ends meet and just trying to appreciate every day. Life is chaos, but I did have the advantage of some orderly patterns to rely on. I had a pretty predictable routine surrounding my work, home life, and hobbies. I was doing my best to maintain the friendships that I had formed while working at the library. Things felt pretty balanced.

Sometimes, though, your heart speaks, and you have to listen. When things are right, you know. I have become a little bit of a risk-taker. I realized that I don’t want to spend my life second-guessing and wondering anymore. Sometimes things don’t work out, and other times they work out beyond your wildest dreams.

I am having to learn about the logistics and technicalities of literally making room for a new person in my life. There are so many things to negotiate and consider, like, how you’ll make time for each other when you each only have 4 hours of unstructured hours before you’re usually crashing for the night. How to figure out sleep when you’re both functioning on opposite circadian rhythms. How to still give each other space to do your own thing while creating space for the other to inhabit. How to cherish them, without capturing them in such a way that you find it impossible to let them go.

I am now 29 years old. All my life I had thought of year 29 as an insignificant throwaway year, an unfortunate gap between my 20s and 30s. Now, I see it as a unique opportunity to live with abandon in a way that I have always been too afraid to practice.

I got my “confirmation” when I was listening to Mishal Moore and Meghan Tonjes talk about being in their 30s. Mishal said that everyone thinks that the real metamorphosis and upheaval comes in your 20s, when really that shit happens in your 30s. Your 20s are your final chance to experiment and be reckless before the real trials begin. I know that their assessment is based on personal bias, but many of my friends are older than me and have already crossed over into the dreaded three-ohs.

They are still filled with indecision.  

Meghan soothed my fears a little when she said [paraphrased] “Whenever you see someone about to enter their thirties, just, the total temper tantrum that occurs is something to behold…you know what happens when you wake up on your 30th birthday? Nothing.”

I know that it’s true, but it still feels like I am coming apart at the seams. Then I realized…now is the perfect opportunity. I literally have nothing to lose. I keep being tempted to say, “I’m almost 30” when really I should be saying “I’m not even 30 yet.” I am so much younger than I’ve felt for so long. I’ve felt like I was knocking on death’s door sometimes. Mortality felt like it was weighing down on me. The biological clock was ticking away, even if it’s been ticking really quietly.

I thought I knew what I wanted and needed, but recent events have upended my perceptions. I’ve been cautioned to slow down and that isn’t bad advice, but I’ve always been so all or nothing. There is very little about me that is moderate. It isn’t easy to shed old habits and hang-ups, but I am going to try. I want to build a relationship that has healthy boundaries and positive detachment. I want us to be together, but not enmeshed or codependent.

So far, so good.    

[vitalphenomena]

roleplay history !

the rules are simple ! post characters you ’ d like to roleplay as , have roleplayed as , and might bring back . then , tag people to do the same . please repost & don’t reblog !

current muse (s) ;

~30 original characters andro.mache of schythia (the o.ld guar.d) alex man.es guer.in (ros.well nm) adam the first man (hazbi.n hot.el/hellaverse) blitzø (helluv.a boss/hellaverse)

want to write ; ( in my case , this means potentially make a blog for )

if i want to write somebody i probably just will. it'll happen suddenly and forcefully and you will all be subjected to it.

tonje and i have a few ocs percolating. we're trying to populate the entire west coast bc like all of our ocs are east coast based.

have written ;

i had a pretty godawful erida.n ampor.a (homest.uck) blog for awhile back in 2011-2012.

other than that, various ocs from forums that i've scrapped.

would write again ;

im definitely not bringing back a hs muse in 2024 at my grown age! nobody ive scrapped is worth reviving, i'll just start over.

tagged by: stole from @positivelybeastly and @cosmicangsts At The Same Time! tagging: legally if you see this you have to do this. a contract is in place.

[crossdreamers]

Lesbian activist unmasks the bigotry of transphobic TERFs in must-read rant

In Norway lesbian LGBT+ activist Brita Møystad Engseth has published a clear challenge to lesbian TERFs.

Norway does not see the same amount of “gender critical” anti-trans activism as  Britain, I am glad to say. But there are a some who are given ample space in mainstream media. 

Recently one of the country’s leading lesbian feminists and LGBT+ activists, Brita Møystad Engseth (photo from LGBT-magazine Blikk above),  had had enough of the activism of the lesbian trans-exclusionary radical feminist Tonje Gjevjon and her associates.  Engseth published a fierce attack in the national newspaper Dagbladet. 

Her observations are also relevant for the debate in other countries, which is why I will provide you with some highlights here.

Note that Gjejjon is known for her hateful attacks against Norwegian trans women, using misgendering and accusations about sexual deviance and potential violence as standard tools of oppression.

Lesbian privilege

The debate about gender and trans is far too important to be left to “boogeywomen” (literally “dark women”), Engseth writes, before going into the privileged position of lesbians like herself and Tone Gjevjon:

“Both Gjevjon and I belong to the generation of lesbians who were allowed to be ourselves without risking lives and limbs. We can thank the uncompromising gay heroes who went before us for this.

...for us it was never - never - anything other than a matter of course that we could occupy any public space and take part in any public debate like the ones we truly are.”

Engseth adds, though, that even if they were given room to be themselves when younger, many would experience loneliness, separation and the longing to find someone like themselves. This is why she finds it so hard to understand why Gjevjon and her fellow “radical lesbians” cannot empathize with others who experience something similar.

Pulling up the ladder

Engseth find it incomprehensible that members of a sexual minority will pull up the ladder and exclude people who will not or cannot follow the binary sex norm.

It is as if all the previous battles for freedom and justice have never happened, Engseth observes.

Gjevjon also claims to be an expert in many fields, Engseth says:

“...fields that actually requires more than posting selected links, statistics and reports fetched from the dark deep of American internet communities, only with the purpose of strengthening the TERF movement’s painfully ignorant universe.”

This is the photo of Gjevjon the newspaper Dagbladet used to illustrate Engseth’s article. It reminds us that most TERFs are white, privileged, middle and upper class women. (Photo: Hampus Lundgren).

Engseth finds it inconceivable that Gjevjon does not understand that she, through her attitudes and use of language  (”which in no ways are censored, rejected or canceled”) actually harms other people, and not just in the figurative sense, but in the true sense of the word: “Injuries, wounds and destroys,” as Engseth puts it.

Queer people have to get up of their comfy sofas

Engseth points out that many sensible queer persons are reluctant to take part in this debate, because they are immediately accused of bullying and censorship. 

“To Gjevjon and other anti-trans-activists I will just say: Really? Was someone mean to you online because you promote ideas which no one has seen since the boogeymen (”dark men”) of the Church had their heyday in the nineties? Did you present ideas that made someone think you are narrow-minded and mean? “Not even the world’s smallest violin would bother to play for those who seeks the holy martyrdom of of cancel victims on such a weak basis. And to all of us, the party gay and party lesbians who surfed into the new millennium without a scratch: We have to turn off RuPaul’s drag race, get out of our comfortable couches and get a grip.”

Norwegian version of Engseth’s article. Google translation of article.