#VB's Journal

[dulledtalons]

found this screenshot of a pre-3rd anniversary area conversation. “please allow me to run a quick thought experiment” are you one of rui’s robots toya. what a nerd

[elijones94]

🎨 For the majority of the day at VBS, our overall emphasis was on creating. The arts and crafts table was the busiest as we started our activities for the morning. I also got in on the action with the kids and created some projects too. 🇵🇷

[nonbinarywillow]

[ID: a screenshot of toya’s upgraded color fes card. End ID.]

he’s been upgraded heehhehehehe :33

[zumicho]

MOUSETRAP iwa / akaashi x f!reader STUDY GROUP 3 THE ONLY CAST EVER !!!!!

— FACTLIST!

• “study group 3” is the literal name from the journalism professor. jenson = prof

‼️ MAJORS : akaashi (journalism & forced physical ed minor), terushima (journalism), kiyoko (biological engineering & journalism)

• bokuaka are canon best friends in this au <3 !! they’re just not in any current gcs together .. yet

• terushima went out with you last semester.. got rejected. but hes persistent !!!!!! ..🥲

• HOW DOES AKAASHI KNOW YN?

you made friends from different teams via supporting your brother’s vb 🏐 matches — yet the only time you’ve ever noticed or interacted with akaashi himself, is on campus.

[namicakes]

Winning Piece.

Synopsis: “Two hearts once bound by ink and lens, Torn apart by time’s cruel hands. A boy with words, a girl with light, Reunite as rivals in fate’s quiet fight.”

Note: (Based on a tiktok post. I also HC that akaashi, before joining the vb club, he's once a journalism club member. I mean him and his timeskip job make sense righttt?????)

Akaashi Keiji x Reader

It was the quiet shuffle of pages and the faint scratching of pens that first brought Akaashi Keiji and Y/N together. Their world was a symphony of ink and thought, tethered by a mutual love for stories untold. They met beneath a canopy of stars on the terrace of an old bookstore, during a city-wide workshop for young journalists. Y/N, from a rival school, was the spark to Akaashi’s composed demeanor, her laugh like wind chimes and her thoughts a kaleidoscope of color.

"Do you always take notes this neatly?" Y/N had teased, leaning over Akaashi’s shoulder to glimpse his meticulous handwriting.

He glanced at her, a slight blush painting his cheeks. "It helps organize my thoughts. What about you? Do you always carry that camera around?"

Y/N grinned, holding up the vintage camera she’d inherited from her grandmother. "Every photo tells a story. I just happen to love writing them down too."

And just like that, two dreamers found themselves drawn to one another. They spent hours talking about the power of words, the beauty of a perfectly timed photograph, and the shared dream of becoming storytellers for the world. Akaashi had never been so captivated by someone’s passion. She made the mundane feel extraordinary, and he, ever the listener, found himself inspired in ways he hadn’t thought possible.

For a year, they were inseparable. Akaashi began journaling because of her, filling pages with thoughts he’d never spoken aloud. She called it his “soul on paper,” and when she read his entries, he felt seen in a way that volleyball or schoolwork had never managed.

But life has a way of pulling people apart. Y/N’s family moved cities, and the once endless conversations turned into fragmented texts and missed calls. They didn’t argue; they simply drifted. One day, the silence became permanent, leaving Akaashi with a journal full of memories and the faint scent of her favorite lavender perfume lingering in the pages.

Years Later

Akaashi hadn’t thought about her in a long time. Volleyball had filled the void she’d left behind, giving him a new purpose. But his love for journaling never faded, even if it became a private endeavor. Now, standing in the bustling hall of a national journalism competition, he felt a twinge of nostalgia as he adjusted the strap of his camera bag.

“Next participant, please,” the registration assistant called, pulling Akaashi out of his thoughts.

As he handed over his documents, he heard a familiar voice behind him, cheerful and sharp.

“I’m here to win, not waste time.”

He turned, and there she was—Y/N. Her hair was shorter, her presence still radiant. She didn’t notice him at first, too busy chatting with her team. But when their eyes finally met, the world seemed to tilt on its axis.

“Akaashi?” Her voice was a mix of surprise and uncertainty.

“Y/N,” he replied, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips.

For a moment, the noise around them dulled, leaving only the weight of everything unsaid.

The competition began with fervor, each task designed to test their skills. Akaashi worked silently, his focus unshakable. Y/N, on the other hand, attacked each challenge with her usual gusto, her laughter and determination lighting up the room.

“Still the quiet perfectionist, I see,” Y/N quipped during a break, handing him a cup of coffee.

“And you’re still as bold as ever,” he replied, taking a sip.

Their conversations were brief but charged with unspoken tension. It was clear that both were determined to win, but something deeper lingered beneath their rivalry—a longing to reclaim what they had lost.

The last round was announced: Capture and narrate a moment that defines connection. Participants had two hours to create their entries. Akaashi wandered the venue, camera in hand, his thoughts a whirlwind. It was then he saw her, standing by a sunlit window, her camera raised as she focused on a group of children playing outside. The light framed her perfectly, highlighting the concentration etched on her face.

Without thinking, Akaashi raised his camera. The click of the shutter was soft, but the image it captured was profound. In that moment, she wasn’t his rival—she was the girl who once made him believe in the beauty of storytelling.

The auditorium buzzed with anticipation as the winners were announced. Y/N sat a few rows behind Akaashi, her heart pounding in equal parts hope and dread. When his name was called for first place, a round of applause erupted. Y/N’s stomach sank, but she clapped nonetheless, her pride for him overshadowing her disappointment.

The winning piece was unveiled on a large screen: a black-and-white photograph of Y/N by the window, her camera poised and her eyes glowing with determination. The accompanying narrative spoke of *eunion, the bittersweet passage of time, and the eternal connection between dreamers.

Y/N stared at the screen, her breath catching. She hadn’t realized she was the subject of Akaashi’s submission.

“You used me as your muse,” Y/N said, finding Akaashi after the ceremony. Her voice was teasing, but her eyes were glassy with unshed tears.

“You’ve always been my muse,” he admitted, holding her gaze. “That photo… it reminded me why I started journaling. Why I fell in love with storytelling. Why I fell in love with you.”

Y/N froze, her heart pounding as his words hung in the air. “Akaashi… I didn’t think we’d ever get this chance again.”

“Neither did I,” he said softly. “But maybe some stories aren’t meant to end.”

As the evening faded into twilight, they found themselves walking together, their conversation flowing as if no time had passed. The years apart had changed them, but the connection they shared was timeless—a story still waiting to be written.

[noname-nonartist]

oooooh are we allowed to know what happened between sukuna jin and meiko? 👀👀 so this meiko significance lays in sekais of the past?

Hehehehehehehehe~

Why yes! Ya shall know about it!

The made up lore that I have for the Sekai within my pjsk+jjk AU! Involving Sukuna, Jin, and the first manifestation of the Sekai!

And in turn. The first manifestation of Meiko. The very first one~ >:3c

(More under the cut)

The Story of The First Sekai

Okay! Where to beginnnnn…

I suppose as like a mini heads up that this is still very rough, and that it’s very much very inaccurate to the actual lore of pjsk.

Sooo yeee~

Any! We shall go back in time. Yearsssss before the start of the main story!

The year is 2004!

It’s been a few months since the release of Meiko’s Voicebank (I’ve changed the year of her VB release date be in 2003 to make this timeline more reasonable)

Four third years teenagers are chilling in their high school’s empty music room, the students are Sukuna, Uraume, Yorozu, and Uro.

Then while taking a break from practicing, Sukuna is looking through his walkman. While mindless going through the songs, something caught his eyes.

“Untitled”

He was confused. This isn’t a song listed in the CD. It doesn’t even have an artist name under the title either. Is his Walkman malfunctioning? But it shouldn’t be, his device is fairly new.

Out of curiosity. He press play to see if anything would happen.

Then a bright lighting light engulfs all of the teens. The colorful shards temporarily blinds them as they all closed their eyes.

And when they opened them. They are in a strange place.

The environments and buildings look as if it’s been painted in the style of traditional Japanese ink paintings. Trees are of simple and yet purposeful ink strokes. The mountains and trees surrounds the landscape as traditional buildings are scattered throughout.

“What the…?”

The teens are understandably confused. As they all gawked and are trying to understand what’s going on, they heard a robotic voice.

“Who are you?”

As they turn around, they see a woman in a red kimono with brown hair and eyes looking at them with the same amount of confusion as the teens do.

Uraume quickly recognized the voice and the strange woman’s presence, “No way… Are you, Meiko?!”

The woman in red is taken aback by how this teenager knows her name.

“Meiko? Wait you mean like the voicebank you got?” Sukuna questioned in disbelief.

“Voicebank?” Meiko asked.

Anddddd that’s basically the general start of the very first Sekai!

With Jin’s Sekai manifesting soon afterwards, with his theme being more of the sort of western 1930’s news reporter vibes.

Okay so like some quick pointers.

I’m having it so all the VS both the OG and from the ones within different Sekais all being basically connected. They are still different identities, but still connected and vaguely shares the same memories. Uhhh… basically like a system in a sense.

And Meiko within this first Sekai is very inexperienced compared to when we see her at the main story.

Thus rather than mostly being like a mentor/guardian to the kiddos. She was like. Actually friends with them.

So Meiko’s first friends were basically with all of Sukuna, Uraume, Yorozu, Uro, Jin, and Kaori.

She still helps them all out with their issues and such. But it’s definitely a different dynamic.

And after just a year and a half, the kiddos became very well-known and famous for their talents/passion.

Sukuna with his classical instrumentals.

Uraume with their traditional Japanese instrumentals

Yorozu and Uro with their dancing.

Jin and Kaori gets pretty well know within the journalism department due to their documentary on the Native Ainu people.

Additionally, not only do the kiddos listen and learn from Meiko, but so does Meiko learn a lot from the kiddos.

Meiko learns the appreciation and importance of passion, and the drive and strength to pursue it from mainly Sukuna.

Meiko learns the appreciation and importance of human life, and how everyone has value from Jin.

She also learns a lot from the other kiddos too. But it’s definitely still in the sort brainstorm stage.

Then suddenly in the year 2006, at February 17th. Kaito manifested in Jin’s Sekai! When Kaito first manifested, Meiko has a familiar sense that he and her meet before but she can’t quite put her finger down in when or even how. And Kaito too has that familiar feeling too.

It’s also should be noted that Kaito manifested only in Jin’s Sekai due to Jin’s and Kaori’s becoming partners very soon.

And then a bit over a month later. Yuuji was born.

After recovering from the hospital, Jin and Kaori brings Yuuji within Sukuna’s Sekai to show him to Meiko (at Sukuna’s due to Jin’s Sekai not really being baby proof with all the heavy metal typewriters lol)

And when Meiko holds baby Yuuji. Her admiration for life solidifies even more. Like she already does, but seeing the small life just adds more weight to it.

Things were going so well for everyone.

But as you can guess. It didn’t last.

In less than a year, Jin and Kaori would die tragically.

They died during their investigation into an alleged yakuza scandal that’s been going around Tokyo.

Both Meiko and Kaito were there to actually witness their deaths too.

Additional, once Sukuna hears the news of Jin’s death. It deeply wounds him, for they were close growing up.

During his grief he snaps and at the moment blames Meiko for Jin’s death. Saying she didn’t tried hard enough to save them. To convince them to not pursue such a dangerous situation.

Of course in reality, Sukuna is just deflecting for he mainly blame himself for not stopping them. But that unfortunately doesn’t stop him from being emotional atm and snapping at Meiko. Thus after the argument, Sukuna stop going back to the Sekai.

Thus leaving both Sekais abandoned/empty.

However, even though Sukuna doesn’t mean it, Meiko does blame herself for their deaths due to in the past giving Jin the advice to always pursue his passion even if it’s scary. Something she forever regrets telling him.

Kaito blame himself in a similar way to Sukuna. Where he should have tried harder to convince them to not go. To think more about their son. And how now Yuuji will grow up without his parents.

Meiko comforts him and telling him that it wasn’t his fault, and that it was outside of his control for Jin was too focused to be persuaded.

Thus it was just Meiko and Kaito by themselves until Miku and the third Sekai manifested in 2007.

Meiko decided to take this opportunity to redeem herself and properly help the kids within this new Sekai.

Unfortunately for her it doesn’t end all that happily either. But bright side is that at least nobody died! Well… at least non of the kiddos who “manifest” the Sekai.

It’s just that the one person who did have passion accidentally injured herself from over practicing, thus leading into an awful burnout that cause her to quit music.

Thus after the Third Sekai becomes abandoned, Meiko stepped down and have Miku led from now on.

But yeahhhh~

That’s the general story ideas that I have for the backstory of Meiko and her past with Jin and Sukuna!

Let me know if you have any other questions! :3c

[usafphantom2]

Spitfire AB910’s last wartime operational sortie – 15th July 1944

Header image: Spitfire Mk Vb AB910 (Photo: Jim Dooley)

Eighty years ago this month, on 15th July 1944, BBMF Spitfire Mk Vb AB910 flew its last operational sortie of the Second World War, with 402 Squadron Royal Canadian Air Force (RCAF). This was a two-hour shipping protection patrol of four Spitfires, covering convoys to France, with Pilot Officer Ken Heggie RCAF at the controls of AB910.

402 Squadron was now re-equipping with Spitfire Mk IXs, although not for long as they were soon to receive new Griffon-engine Mk XIV Spitfires. The Spitfire Mk Vs had almost seen their day in the front line and AB910’s operational flying came to an end after 58 operational sorties with 402 Squadron and 143 in total. During almost three years of front-line duties AB910 had played a significant part in the war, including being involved in the fierce aerial battles of the Dieppe Raid on 19th August 1942, and the D-Day operations in June 1944. It was now to serve in a training role with No 53 Operational Training Unit at Hibaldstow for the rest of the war, allowing new Spitfire pilots to find their feet with the type before joining an operational unit, and also achieving infamy by flying with a WAAF on the tail!

Spitfire AB910 is currently undergoing a ‘Major’ servicing with The Spitfire Company at Biggin Hill, which is progressing well, and she is expected to be returned to the BBMF at the end of September. On her return she will be painted in the markings she wore with 402 Squadron RCAF during the D-Day invasion period. Watch out for a feature on AB910’s time with 402 Squadron in the forthcoming Club Autumn Journal.

On its return from its ‘Major’ servicing, Spitfire AB910 will, once again, be in the markings it wore whilst serving with 402 Sqn RCAF during the period of D-Day and for its final wartime operational sorties. (Artwork: Chris Sandham-Bailey inkworm.com)

@classicwarbirds via X

[swedesinstockholm]

lundi 19 mai

louise vb m’avait invitée à écrire un texte pour le nouveau numéro de rétine mais le thème c’était sweetie de jane campion et ça parle d’une fille folle qui a été abusée par son père et qui rêve de devenir une star et elle veut pas abandonner son rêve et en attendant elle pourrit la vie de ses parents alors elle va squatter chez sa soeur et ils savent plus comment se débarrasser d’elle et elle fait des crises de colère elle s’attache à la voiture pour pas qu’on la laisse seule à la maison quand ils vont rendre visite à la mère qui est partie prendre l’air dans le désert et la fin est HORRIBLE, ça m’a tellement déprimée que j’étais incapable d’écrire un truc qui soit pas complètement écrasant alors je lui ai rien envoyé du tout et ça me fait chier. j’ai l’impression que j’arrive plus à rien depuis que maman a arrêté de travailler et qu’elle est tout le temps là. j’ai l’impression que tout mon équilibre reposait sur mes matinées solitaires et silencieuses et maintenant que je les ai plus je déraille beaucoup plus facilement. je fais des crises au moins une fois par semaine, je pleure sans plus pouvoir m’arrêter, un puits sans fond de larmes. je me dis que ça peut pas durer comme ça éternellement mais j’ai prouvé que j’étais capable de survivre dans des mauvaises conditions pendant des années tel le tardigrade sur la lune.

j’ai réussi à avoir un rdv chez une psy qui fait de l’emdr icv eft etc vendredi. j’essaie de rien en attendre, de me dire qu’elle va être nulle et que je devrai en chercher une autre, pour pas être trop déçue quand je verrai que c’est pas une sorcière qui va me prendre dans ses bras et m’exorciser tous mes traumas. ça fait tellement longtemps que j’attends ça que je suis terrifiée par le moment où je vais devoir commencer par quelque part, choisir un bout par lequel prendre le gros complexe qu’est la Situation. déjà que vendredi dernier j’ai senti que je submergeais le dr. b. avec ma cascade de symptômes divers et variés. j’étais un peu déçue par mon deuxième rdv, je sais pas ce que j’attendais, trop là aussi. la dernière fois il m’avait dit de noter mes rêves, ce que je fais scrupuleusement depuis deux mois dans mon carnet dédié que j’ouvre beaucoup plus souvent que mon journal, et puis vendredi matin avant le rdv j’avais relu tous mes rêves pour noter les thèmes et les motifs récurrents, comme s’il allait tout analyser avec moi et m’expliquer ah ben oui les chambres et les couloirs d’hôtel ça veut dire blabla je sais pas quoi, et que tout allait devenir clair, mais il est pas du tout revenu dessus évidemment.

quand je lui ai rappelé que la dernière fois il m’avait dit que j’avais été abusée il m’a dit qu’il avait jamais dit ça, qu’il m’avait juste posé la question, et qu’un abus pouvait être un simple regard par exemple, que j’aurais ressenti comme un abus, et tout s’est remis à trembler, tout s’est écroulé dans ma tête, est-ce que j’ai tout inventé? EST-CE QUE J’AI TOUT INVENTÉ? il a dit et ça aurait été qui? il y avait votre mère, votre père, et c’est tout, d’un air de dire que personne n’avait pas me toucher, et j’ai rajouté que mes grand-parents habitaient avec nous et il a dit donc le grand-père et j’ai eu peur qu’il me prenne pour une folle alors j’ai pris les devants et j’ai dit que j’avais l’impression de devenir complètement folle à soupçonner tout le monde et il m’a dit de surtout pas me juger parce que ça étouffait la petite fille.

il m’a aussi dit que ça servait à rien de me demander pourquoi je suis comme ça et pourquoi pourquoi pourquoi, il faut juste essayer de faire du mieux qu’on peut avec les cartes qu’on a à disposition. mais je me dis que savoir peut aider à comprendre et donc à moins s’en vouloir. moi j’arrive pas à m’aimer inconditionnellement, il faut que je sache de source sûre que c’est pas de ma faute pour arrêter de me sentir comme une erreur de la création, et encore. je viens de voir une vidéo de ahmed g. il a fait un documentaire sur son expérience de réfugié je crois, je sais pas y avait pas toujours des sous-titres, et je me dis que lui il doit s’aimer inconditionnellement pour avoir l'énergie de faire tout ça, pour avoir enduré tout ça, pour avoir décidé de partir de chez lui parce qu’il s’y sentait pas libre alors qu’il savait que ça allait être la merde mais il est parti quand même parce qu’il se devait à lui-même d’essayer d’avoir une meilleure vie ailleurs, je sais pas j’extrapole, mais j’imagine. il a pris le risque. il a plongé.

l’autre jour il m’a invitée à venir faire sa visite guidée au mudam et j’avais dit que j’irais et puis le jour venu j’ai pas réussi à bouger de la maison et j’y suis pas allée et je me suis détestée toute la journée. j’ai dit au dr. b. que j’arrivais pas à sortir de la maison et il m’a prescrit de la dopamine. mais il m’a dit qu’au premier abord je lui semblais pas dépressive, plutôt mélancolique. trop mélancolique. au moins ça me donne le super pouvoir de pouvoir rester assise sans rien faire pendant vingt minutes d’affilée sans que ça me demande le moindre effort ni me procure le moindre inconfort, ce qui selon tous les experts invités à grand bien vous fasse sur france inter est un don précieux très peu répandu. ce matin j’ai du faire mon rien assise sur la fenêtre de ma chambre parce que maman perturbait mon besoin de silence en bas. je sentais la chaleur du soleil qui chauffait la tablette en marbre sous mes pieds et j’entendais les oiseaux bavards et le bruit des travaux au loin et j’avais la flemme d’interrompre mon rien pour aller prendre mon journal et écrire.

[charles-leclerc-official]

Hi I'm Luci, your resident Charles Leclerc Ferrari blogger! I like talking non-stop about the silly men in the very fast cars 🏎️💨✨

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1. My favorite drivers are: Charles, Lewis, Max, Fernando, George and Oscar(he's on short notice at all times because of Mclaren). Also of course Kimi (my first love) and Seb and Kmag <3 It should be evident that my loyalties lie with Charles and Ferrari(that's who I am cheering for in races no exceptions) If Charles is out, I am cheering for the other Ferrari. If they are both out, I am complaining.

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[wheniminouterspace]

Thoughts on Kageyama's backstory? Furudate saved the best for the last. Our setter. The King of Hearts presently. I love him with all of my life. True passion for the sport. And the fact that he got it all from his grandfather makes it so much more wholesome. Always knew that this dude would have a peak backstory when he says that he trains his fingers and keeps them in the best shape possible. 😭

"Always knew that this dude would have a peak backstory when he says that he trains his fingers and keeps them in the best shape possible."

shoyo says something very similar when he finds kageyama journaling, he says he doesn't know what happened, but he knows

and in the manga you can see baby tobio in the corner of the gym with the ball when he accompanies his sister and grandfather to the gym for practice. he really has been practicing every single day. if no one practiced with him, he'd practice serving. his grandfather also told him about personal maintenance which he is the embodiment of. ok now lil kageyama dissection, my man..........

they used to hang out as a trio and then his sister quit, and it was just him and his grandad. and then he fell sick. he told him about the cool senior with a cool serve who's a setter and won't teach him anything when his grandfather was in the hospital. his parents are not in the series, his grandfather dies, we don't know much about his relationship with his sister. he's basically not part of the team (spirit) in middle school, meets his "someone better" but with undercooked skills and pulls hinata up to be the player he is also vice versa but instead of vb skills it's trust and communication. got a lil side tracked sorry but yeah middle school messed him up obviously but even before that his entire world is just volleyball, no way he's not gonna be a monster. from his recrowning my boy's going nowhere but up amen.

i feel like there's so much else i could say, but along the lines of his grandfather unfortunately this is all i could muster up. kageyama as a whole is a result of everything including his grandfather, middle school, hinata & karasuno yes but aahhh he works off feedback so good and he's taken a lot of lessons from oikawa, ukai, his own grandad, SUGA, and he's got fr one track mind and that's beautiful. like all he ever learnt he applied and got better. he did whatever it took to be the best and play with the best.

[dulledtalons]

kohane baby are you okay? the camera is there but your group is behind you. kohane? kohane

[aroace-polyshow]

This is the fic i was reading: defining love by tinkonka. have i finished it? no. apologies if it takes a weird turn. however, i present two pieces of YEHFDKSKJKLFJSDLKFS: 1. implied arospec rui and 2. the most BASED emurui takes ive seen in my whole entire life.

and for completionist's sake, here's a few more fics i have bookmarked, in no particular order!!

poor communication kills by HakaiEve: THE og aroace wxs fic. also recommend their other wxs works too because they get them. (also i think they have a tumblr with some aroace wxs art, if you haven't seen it yet!)

ikanaide by Gummysaur: maybe im just a sucker for sick fics and poetic language but. they all just care about their idiot troupe leader so much.... there's another one by them with the reverse plot of tsukasa taking care of emuruinene too that i remember relating to quite a bit!

the study of the sky, the sun, the star, and the moon by JadeMeraki: MY FAVORITE SERIES OF ALL TIME THE LANGUAGE THE HEADCANONS THE ABSOLUTELY UNFILTERED RAW TAKES i love this characterization and have accepted every word into my personal canon. i love this.

and by the same author, with hope: rui writing letters to his future self. im genuinely not ok reading this fic. the crossed out lines. the language. the despair and the hope that defines rui's core. this fic inspired me to write my own journal.

polysho nails by nonchalantatall: to be perfectly honest i do not remember this fic but 1. miracle paint reference 2. acey's favorite band reference (ajr) and 3. i must have saved it for a reason so now you will figure that out

How to Be Free by SkylerHyrule: VBS FANTASY AU (featuring the one and only tenma tsukasa and co). looooooove the way this is written and also this author understands vbs so well. really fun akian interactions too, a rarity in the field. If you like vbs i would also recommend their Misadventures of VBS's Clothes!

Infinity Spectrum by kjcoded: mizuki focused fic! the way this author describes gender stares directly into your soul and gives feelings you didn't even know you had a voice. i think about some of the lines in this daily.

Disparate Threads by MiyoatThePineapple: a little tsukasa-focused poem on creation and loving your friends a whole great deal :) (i am a sucker for poetic language)

if you're ever tired of being known for who you know (you know, you'll always know me) by dizzi_dizzy: like it says on the tin, tsukasa through ichika's eyes. it has been a while since i read it but again. bookmarked it for a reason. i think it had some great language on the passage of time?

july 27th, 2015 by anonymous: i left a comment here about dragonfly symbolism and characterization. i think that's all i need to say about it actually. yeah. loved it.

that was... a lot more than i thought i had. lol. anyways. book club!

ourgh saving all of these to my marked later thank you so much acey i will have so much to read. if i remember some bookmarked fics in particular that i really liked i will recommend them to you as well. book club!!!!!!! :3

[tuneford]

Source: https://dictionary.apa.org/introjection

“in psychoanalytic theory, the process of absorbing the qualities of an external object into the psyche in the form of an internal object or mental representation (i.e., an introject), which then has an influence on behavior. This process is posited to be a normal part of development, as when introjection of parental values and attitudes forms the superego, but it may also be used as a defense mechanism in situations that arouse anxiety. Compare identification; incorporation. —introject vb. —introjective adj.”

Source: http://traumadissociation.com/alters

Quote specifically is talking about when introjects appear in a system as a response to RAMCOA.

“Alters may be created which are internalized representations (introjects) of fictional characters. Some people with DID refer to alters based on fictional characters as fictives although this term was not used in literature on DID until 2021, before then fictives were described in many case studies and books, but had not been given a collective term.[9],[32],[35],[43] People with Maladaptive Daydreaming (MD) often have groups of inner characters based on fictional sources, but these are different to alters in DID because they cannot physically take control or interact with other, outside people, and are not split-off parts of the person's own personality, although there are other differences as well.”

9. Miller, A. (2014). Becoming Yourself: Overcoming Mind Control and Ritual Abuse. Karnac Books. ISBN 1782412182

32. Tutkun, H., & Sar, V. (1997). Treatment of Dissociative Identity Disorder in Turkey. Dissociation, 10(3), p. 148-156.

35. Schwartz, R. W. (2011). "An evil cradling”? Cult practices and the manipulation of attachment needs in ritual abuse. In O. B., Schwartz, J., & Schwartz, R. W. (Eds.). (2011). Ritual abuse and mind control: The manipulation of attachment needs (pp. 39-56). Karnac Books.

43. Christensen, E. M. (2022). The online community: DID and plurality. European Journal of Trauma & Dissociation, 6(2), 100257.

From Christensen, E. M. (2022). The online community: DID and plurality. European Journal of Trauma & Dissociation, 6(2), 100257.

“The appearance of fictives in the community is significant. In part it simply reflects a change in cultural references. It has been four generations since the diagnosis [historically referring to DID or MPD] was formally established, and young people now provides a very different presentation than those who grew up in the 1940s or 1950’s or 1960’s, but this makes them no less legitimate. However, this author proposes it also reflects the relationship ruptures due to the shift in parenting practices over the last two decades - while primary caregivers may be abusive in some cases, as has always been true, there is a higher population with relational trauma due to neglect and some of these children create imaginary inner worlds to deal with the lack of presence of attachment figures (Sándor et al., 2021). In this way, fictives are, in part, at times, substitute introjects, and then the related rich inner worlds are further developed through maladaptive daydreaming (Somer, 2002, 2015, 2016a, 2016b).”

Sándor, A., Bugán, A., Nagy, A., et al. (2021). Childhood traumatization and dissociative experiences among maladaptive and normal daydreamers in a Hungarian sample. Current Psychology. doi: 10.1007/s12144-021-02223-3.

Somer, E. (2002). Maladaptive daydreaming: A qualitative inquiry. Journal of Contemporary Psychotherapy, 32, 197-212.

Somer, E., Somer, L., & Jopp, D. S. (2016). Parallel lives: A phenomenological study of the lived experience of maladaptive daydreaming. Journal of Trauma & Dissociation, 17(5), 561-576.

Eli Somer, Liora Somer & Daniela S. Jopp (2016) Parallel lives: A phenomenological study of the lived experience of maladaptive daydreaming, Journal of Trauma & Dissociation, 17:5, 561-576. DOI: 10.1080/15299732.2016.1160463

[irguardian]

Former VB resident Dylan Paris goes to DC for prestigious journalism conference

news release Dylan Paris, a student at New York City Lab School for Collaborative Studies and entering his senior year of school, has been selected to represent Brooklyn, NY as a National Youth Correspondent to the 2025 Washington Journalism and Media Conference at George Mason University.  This week-long unique leadership conference will be held in early July and is designed to develop and…

[creativemorningsvirginiabeach]

"Geometry tells us that parallel lines never meet, but I’d like to argue that they can be bridged. My own life has taught me that," opened communications consultant and writer Valeria Palmertree on Friday, March 16. As she began her talk, Valeria encouraged the crowd of 75 listeners to consider how PARALLELS may surface in their own respective mediums of creative expression. Valeria has set the stage for her talk with her writing desk from home, adorned with her vintage typewriter, a small bud vase with fresh flowers and a selection of treasured books.

It should come as no surprise that an eloquent writer and storyteller can transfer her gifts from the page to public speaking, even regarding sensitive personal topics. Val, as her friends call her, understands the assignment at hand. She is one of the volunteer members of CreativeMornings VB who has worked for the past year to find engaging and appropriate speakers for every monthly theme. When Valeria expressed interest in being a speaker herself, CreativeMornings VB host, Kate Pittman, encouraged her to consider Parallel, as she had some insight into Val's recent health and motherhood experiences.

Upon reflection, Valeria creatively organized her talk into relatable reflections of how she has lived in a Parallel life experience since her family first immigrated to America from Argentina when she was just 8 years old. Settling in Miami Beach long before her neighborhood became known as “Little Buenos Aires," Valeria shared, the move was filled with both excitement and fear. Her family moved to a place with no known friends or family to offer support.

Valeria, a young, talkative girl who had always been the kid who excelled in reading and writing, suddenly felt voiceless with a new language and no friends. She couldn't read or write in English, yet, and spoke and dreamed in Spanish at home. Struggling to find her new identity in English, she faltered.  Those first months of school were excruciatingly alienating, she said. Even her name became unintelligible as it was constantly mispronounced by kids at her school. With glistening eyes, Valeria held up a small red journal. "My sweet mom bought me a red, faux leather-bound journal, and she also encouraged me to write letters to my huge extended family back home. So, I did," said Valeria. She had once devoured books and also pretended to write them in her home country. Writing once again became her outlet and source of creativity throughout her life.

It was a pivotal moment in 4th grade, when Valeria's teacher, Ms. Sabrina Lowd, wrote in her notes: “You are a writer, Valeria!” It ignited a spark in Valeria, a newfound purpose and understanding of her identity-- she would immediately commit to a career as a writer.

In high school, Valeria was editor of the school’s literary magazine and of her senior yearbook. As the daughter of immigrant parents who did not graduate high school and could not speak English, Valeria knew she needed to create her own stable future by going to college. After researching career paths and looking for a stable income, Valeria pursued a public relations career by acquiring a degree at the University of Florida’s College of Journalism and Communications. She went on to receive a Master’s degree in Strategic Communications.

Building a career on unearthing, crafting and sharing others’ stories, Valeria went on to work at two of the largest PR agencies in the world. "While helping my clients share their stories, I have continued writing my own…" she said, "in the form of observations and reflection, mostly short essays, some of which I have consistently published on a blog and contributed to a few magazines. All of these years later, journaling continues to tether me." Writing has been a witness to her life, Valeria shared.

"Challenging and beautiful, joyful and sad, in writing them, my experiences have become stories, not scars," Valeria said. In 2013, while relocating with her Navy husband to Virginia Beach, her mother fell suddenly ill and in a tragic twist of fate, died just six days after Valeria and her husband settled into Virginia Beach to build their new life together. Two years later, her father passed shortly before she took her oath to become a U.S. Citizen. Neither of her parents was present, but Valeria knew they would be proud. "Grief and gratitude, I’ve learned, tend to co-exist more often than we realize," noted Valeria.

Transitioning to a slide she called HEARTBREAK & JOY, Valeria shared that in March 2023, she learned she was finally pregnant after two miscarriages. This newfound joy was tested at 10 weeks, she discovered she had triple-positive invasive ductal carcinoma… cancer. Valeria was not yet old enough for routine mammograms, had no family history and was not even a trimester into her pregnancy. In what was supposed to be the happiest chapter in her life, expecting a baby, Valeria underwent a lumpectomy and port placement that, while successful, led to being intubated, unconscious in the ICU for three days. When she woke up, she learned that while fighting for her life, the life within her kept going. Next up, she faced 16 total rounds of chemotherapy. "I wasn’t going to let cancer take something else away from me, so I wrote… to my unborn daughter," said Valeria.

Valeria had been keeping a journal since she'd learned she was pregnant… so she kept writing. She wrote about their chemo infusions together. She wrote about the love and support they received from family, friends and strangers. She wrote about how much empathy and joy live within the walls of an otherwise drab chemo lounge. She wrote about the care they both received from their doctors and nurses. Those terrifying months were also a lesson in duality, Valeria explained. Cancer, yes, and pregnancy, too. And why not? Accepting that both could be true was liberating for Valeria.

InOctober 2023, three days after her eighth round of chemo and six weeks ahead of her daughter's due date, Valeria and her husband welcomed their daughter: healthy and absolutely perfect. Newborn life, postpartum life and cancer treatment life… more parallels, more gratitude. Sure, Valeria wished her experience would’ve been different, she said. But she gave herself permission to cherish it: the good, the bad, the in-between. In 2024, a year prior to this talk, Valeria rang the bell on 30 rounds of radiation and in September, Valeria officially completed all of her active cancer treatment, finishing 12 rounds of immunotherapy. "Anyone who knows anything about survivorship knows that while someone beats cancer, they never quite escape it… the battle is never ‘over’ per se, but it does feel conquered – and that’s something I’m so, so grateful for," said Valeria.

Closing her talk with  LESSONS IN DUALITY, Valeria said,  "I now believe more than ever that two things can be true at the same time. Our lives are made up of contradictions – joy and grief, heartbreak and gratitude, and so on… My parallel experiences have taught me so much about myself. I appreciate myself so much more deeply than I ever have. I give my spirit and my body way more grace than I once thought I could muster. I look at my scars with pride. I cherish my people. I am more certain than ever about what matters. I trust my intuition. I protect my energy."

2025 has felt like a rebirth for Valeria, who has written and shared her story publicly now for the first time. As she ended her talk, she encouraged listeners to consider how we are all living parallel stories…  and how those stories also run parallel to our creative practice. Valeria said, "I call those our bridges. I encourage you to find the bridge(s) that connect your parallel journeys. How do those bridges connect with others whose journeys are also running parallel to yours?"

Following her talk, Valeria was asked questions regarding her writing practice and challenges when facing an empty page. Valeria encouraged others to start with simple observations of wherever they are when writing, as icebreakers to tap into the flow of writing. After the short Q&A, all 75 guests posed with Valeria for a group photo (seen here) and more time asking more personal questions one-on-one.

Join us monthly, every third Friday at The Garage VB in the ViBe Creative District to connect with your local creative community! Submitted by host Kate Pittman.