this one was only $2500 but still

Miyuki’s changing relationships

That’s a really interesting question, nonnie!  First, sorry for taking so long to respond!  I’ve had parts of this written up but have had to pull it together into one post.  It’s also still a bit of a work in process, and only answers part of your question, which is the impact Miyuki maybe opening up a little has on his relationships.  I actually barely covered confronting his fears at all, so sorry about that!  Although, that might be a good thing considering that this is already almost 2500 words long.  Even within those 2500 words, the different relationships are only lightly touched on… 

Below the cut is just some thoughts about Miyuki, honesty, openness, and how some of Miyuki’s relationships may/may have not changed after taking on the captaincy role.  There’s a lot of ‘thinking out loud’ going on, so please don’t think I’m meaning to present anything as gospel, I’m just working through my own thoughts ^_^

Spoilers for the entire manga series thus far.

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moth-bby  asked:

can you tell me more about swagbucks? is it safe?

Yeah, of course!


Swagbucks is a website where you make a FREE account (and it’s 100% free to use, no hidden fees, it’s safe and reputable) and you can:

  • shop through affiliate links: 
    •, Sephora, Gap, Bench, and other clothing stores
  • watch advertisements or sponsored videos
  • answer surveys 
    • usually about consumer habits
    • confidential
  • play Swagbucks games
    • they’re kind of silly, but it’s a fun way to pass time
  • or use their search engine 
    • if you want, totally optional!

When you do that stuff on the website, you earn points called Swagbucks which you can use to redeem gift cards with.

  • iTunes
  • Amazon
  • Starbucks
  • PayPal
  • Xbox Live
  • and so much more!!

Basically, each point you earn amounts to one cent, so it’s not like you can quit your day job for Swagbucks. But it is still such a good way to make supplementary money.

Whenever you have idle time, just do some surveys, play some games, heck, watch ads (I just let them run quietly in the background when I’m blogging or doing homework). 

It adds up quickly! Especially since surveys give you 60 to 100 points.


Every month, if you redeem your points for a $25 gift card, it’ll be 12% off the first one

So that means you only have to pay 2200 points for a $25 gift card instead of 2500 points. You save 300 points = $3. 

If you’re going to buy something online anyways, check to see if there are an affiliate links through Swagbucks so you can make points off of your purchases. Most sites give you 1 point per $1 spent (some even more like 7 points per $1!). 

I’ve been using Swagbucks for a while so let me know if I’ve answered your questions or concerns. Feel free to message me again about it, I’ll be happy to help!

sew-much-to-do: a visual collection of sewing tutorials/patterns, knitting, diy, crafts, recipes, etc.

Matt Imagine (Reasons)

Matt Imagine (Reasons)
Request: Could I please get a Matt imagine where you get hate because you’re black?
I really don’t understand why you guys would want an imagine about y/n getting hate especially because of your race. I mean I understand that it happens all the time but why would you want that? Someone please answer my question actually… I will still write this imagine but I really would like to know…

Boy am I glad that I am not home right now. In fact I am about 2500 miles away from home. I live on the East Coast in Pennsylvania but I’m visiting my boyfriend, Matt, along with his friends over my break. East Coast has been getting some really cold weather and they are supposed to get a storm soon. I was never one for cold, however I did always say that cold was better than hot, because you can only take so much off of you but you can put as many coats or blankets etc. on top of you as you need. But the way LA was treating me right now; I was pretty happy.
“Y/N!” I hear Matt shouting in a sing-songy voice from throughout the condo. I don’t make any move from my comfortable position on my bed. I merely open my eyes a bit and avert them towards the bedroom door waiting for it to burst open with Matt behind it.
I could hear him coming up the stairs…5, 4, 3, 2, 1
“GOOD MORNING,” Matt says with a huge smile on his face as he comes over to me. Despite the fact that I am not a morning person I can’t not smile at Matt. He comes over and sits on the bed before sprawling himself on top of me resulting in an umph coming out of my mouth.
“Why–are you–so heavy!” I shout as I try to move myself out from under him and I can feel his body shake as he laughs.
“It’s all muscle babe,” He says as he rolls over so he is closer to my face before giving me a kiss then getting up. I roll my eyes as he shuts the door, allowing me to get dressed, but I can’t help the smile that makes its way onto my face and I have to bite my lip to keep myself from smiling like an idiot.
“Well y/n, time to get up,” I say to myself as I push the covers off of my body and kind of roll off the bed.
You see I have this thing where I don’t like sitting up in the morning and so I always think it’s a better idea to just roll off the bed but I have to avoid hitting my head on the nightstand so I end up twisting my body; which only makes getting out of bed so much harder…. And I never learn from it. It’s a daily occurrence but hey we all have our flaws…mine being that I can’t get out of bed logically. Stop talking to yourself y/n.
I make my way into bathroom connected to my bedroom and I run my hands over my face. I let my arms stretch out before washing my face and brushing my teeth. I walk out of the bathroom and open up my suitcase. I have this thing for unpacking. No matter how long I’m staying I don’t like to unpack because it’s just a hassle later when I have to leave and I might lose something or I won’t be able to fit everything back in.
I walk over to my phone and check the weather to see what I should wear. Ignoring all of the tweets and comments I get from being Matt’s girlfriend I am able to check the weather as 75 degrees. I can work with that. 

I throw on a tealish colored t-shirt that says CALIFORNIA COLLEGE with a pair of black opaque tights, followed by denim shorts and a black beanie that says ‘AIN’T NO WIFEY’. I slip on a couple of rings before I walk out and head towards the kitchen. I never actually did get to check the time. When I enter the kitchen I see Matt sitting at the counter with his back faced towards me. I quietly tip toe towards him as not to let him hear me before I seize his shoulders in my hands jerking him forward a bit and shouting “Ah!” in his ear. I was quite satisfied with the yelp I received from him. I let go of his shoulders trying to contain my laugh but it wasn’t much help and only resulted in a huge fit of laughter. Matt stood up from his stool and eyed me trying to look mad but I could see the smile on his face. He started walking towards me and my laughter died down because I had no idea whatsoever of what he would do next. Every step forward he took I took a step back, however eventually I ran into the counter, which didn’t feel that great, putting me to a halt. I let out a small gasp when my lower back made contact with the counter but Matt continued making his way toward me.
When he finally reached me he put both hands on either side of me on the counter and just stared at me. It felt like 15 minutes but the whole process was probably no more than 30 seconds.
He leaned in close to my face then let his lips trail from my jawline to my ear with sweet kisses before whispering, “You need to change because we’re going to the beach,” before pulling away with a smirk on his face. My mouth fell open as I glared at him.
“But that takes effort and I worked hard on this outfit,” I complained. He chuckles and I see a smile replace his smirk.
“I know babe, and you look beautiful, but  I don’t think you would want to go to the beach in that, tell me if I’m wrong and I’ll get changed and we can head out now,” He says like he is totally serious and I try to suppress a smile.
“Fine, I’ll go get changed,” I finally say and I turn around and head back upstairs to get changed. I found a simple black bikini and put it on before putting my t-shirt and shorts back on.

I then grabbed a pair of flip flops

I came down the stairs and Matt was dressed, standing by the door waiting for me. I smiled at him as I grabbed a pair of sunglasses before following him out to the car. I got into the passenger’s side and Matt got into the driver’s side, obviously, who else was going to drive the car? And we were off.
We got to the beach and set up the cute little towel stuff and then went to go frolic in the water like the two year olds that we are.
I’m standing in the water walking slowly, because I don’t know how far I deep I can go when suddenly something grabs my leg and pulls me under. My scream was muffled by the water that soon surrounded my body but I quickly rose to the surface to see a rather hysterical Matt.
“MATTHEW ESPINOSA!” I shouted trying to glare at him but he was just trying not to laugh so hard, which wasn’t helping me so much.
“Yes, y/f/n?” He asks innocently causing me to roll my eyes. I tried to make my way over to him as fast as possible but I’m not that agile out of water so me in water isn’t too great either. When I finally reach him, he has a rather amused expression on his face.
“Don’t judge me,” I exclaim to him lightly swatting his chest, causing a laugh to emerge from his throat.
“I would never judge my own girlfriend,” He says sarcastically but I just played along with it.
“I know babe.”
At this point I was rather 'watered’ out so I went to sit back on the towels on the beach while Matt remained close by. I decided to pretty much cloud watch. However as I am lying down I can hear the people who are passing me and I can also hear what they are saying. Let’s just say a lot of them are not nice comments and they hurt a lot.
“Isn’t that Matt’s girlfriend?”
“Yeah, but I don’t know why.”
“What do you mean?”
“Why is he dating a black girl? Like there are way prettier people out there.” Ouch! I mean it’s one thing to say it behind my back but at least be woman enough to say it to my face. I sat up from where I was lying down and looked around to see where the voices had been coming from and I spotted two girls looking at me and talking amongst one another. When we met eye contact they instantly looked away. BINGO!
I decided to play nice first so I got up and walked over to them.
“Hi I’m y/n, what are your names?” I ask with a smile on my face that I hoped didn’t look fake.
“We know who you are,” One of the girls said which took me aback at how forward she was.
“Okay, um, well I just wanted to say that despite there being maybe about 15 feet between where I was lying down and where you are standing, I can still hear everything you were saying about me, and I don’t appreciate your racist comments,” I tell her as nicely as possible but I was sure to let her know that I was not happy with my tone. She looked a little surprised at my forwardness but didn’t display it for long.
“I wasn’t being racist I was stating a fact,” She states.
“Oh I see, so when you said 'why is he dating a black girl?’ that wasn’t racist, alright. Guess I’ll have to brush up on my definitions because that’s not what I learned in school, graduating class of…what year is that? Oh yeah 2014,” I tell her with anger emanating from my voice.
“It’s not racist, because I said that there were more prettier people out there,” She defends.
“Okay first of all, no, second of all don’t defend yourself with another insult. Now I don’t care if you hate on me because you mean nothing to me, but to hate on my race based on who I am as a person is not okay. If you said why is he dating 'that’ black girl that doesn’t make it okay because now you’re judging me based on my race, but now you’re specifying that you mean me, not every african american girl out there. But for you to say why is he dating a black girl is putting all black women into one category right there, but if you were to specify that it was me, I would still be pissed at you because that is just rude, but then it’s just about you and me, and not about my race and you. So check yo self before you open that mouth of yours because one day someone won’t be as nice to you and you will get punched,” I vent before I walk away with a satisfied smile on my face. That felt good. As I get back to the beach towels I see Matt with a confused expression on his face.
“What did I miss?” He questions.
“Just some ignorant fan who doesn’t know the meaning of racist,” I tell him with a sigh and I saw his expression sour. Matt knew I got hate about my race and it pissed him off to no extent.
“Let’s go home, it’s getting late,” He mumbles and my face morphs into one of confusion but I was getting tired anyway so I help him pack up and we head home.
When we arrive home he heads straight to his studio room and shuts the door.
“Okay,” I say to myself….
*5 hours later*
Matt finally emerged from his studio looking pretty happy with himself.
“What did you do?” I asked him warily.
“Something that needed to be done,” He said with a smile before yawning. “I think I’ll go to bed now babe,” He says before kissing my forehead.
“I’ll be up at some point,” I tell him as I head down to the kitchen to do some research work. I curl up on one of the kitchen chairs and set my laptop in front of me as I edit my research paper that is due in a couple weeks.
1 new e-mail
I check the time and realize it has been 3 hours since I started editing and decided I could take a small break. I open the e-mail and see that Matt has just posted a new YouTube video. Funny? I didn’t know about that. He usually tells me about his videos.
I click on it and it opens up in a new tab.


My heart instantly stopped when I saw that. I moved my eyes back up to the video and watched as Matt sat down in front of the camera and sighed before he began to talk,
“Okay, so I don’t know exactly how to start this and y/n, I know you’re watching this,” He says with a small embarrassed smile which only makes me smile. “So by the title of this video you can probably guess what I’m going to be talking about. Yes it’s y/n for those of you who don’t know, and if you did know great for you. YOU GET A CAR! YOU GET A CAR! I’M LIKE OPRAH!” He exclaims and I can’t help but laugh. “Okay but back to the seriousness. You guys may not think that I know about all of the hate that y/n gets, but not only because she is my girlfriend, but also because of her race,” He says and I can see his face fall a little bit and my heart sinks. I have always been proud of who I am as a person and still am, I just don’t know why other people can’t be that way too. “I don’t want this to turn into a video of me ranting to all of you guys, my fans, because I know that’s not what y/n would want, and I also know that a lot of you guys don’t hate on her so I thank you for that. But this video is about why I love y/n and hopefully by the end of it, you’ll love her just as much as I do. I take that back almost as much because you can’t have her she’s taken,” He says and I giggle. “So this isn’t scripted, I don’t have any of it written down, so I’m just going to go off the top of my head. I love how she has five different laughs depending on how funny something is or if something isn’t funny at all. I remember she told me that in high school she had to take a speech class and one of the assignments was a humor speech and she told me that everyone asked the class to laugh at them because no one thought they were funny and she would always tell them not to worry because she laughs at anything and it’s true! She then told me that throughout the speeches she did laugh at pretty much anything. I love that when she is laughing, the laugh that’s for this is funny and I love it kind of laugh, she smiles this huge smile and it is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I love when I get to wake her up for the morning, despite the fact that she isn’t very pleasant in the morning. Just the fact that she is there makes me happy. And those few rare times where she is up before me, she always is downstairs in the kitchen curled up in a chair with her glasses on, hair tied up, pajamas still on, tea in her hand, and computer in front of her, I’ll walk into the kitchen, and she’ll look up from whatever work she is doing and smile then say 'good morning’ and I love that. I love that when she watches soccer she yells at the TV like the people can actually hear her. I love when she falls asleep on the couch after binge watching Netflix and I can carry her upstairs and put a blanket over her,” Matt says almost as if it were a memory that would never leave his mind because of how precious it was and I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. Matt smiled with this thoughtful look on his face before looking up to the camera. “I love that y/n can’t dance for her life.” Which sent me into hysterics. “But I love that she doesn’t care about it and will still try. I love when she watches cooking shows then uses the kitchen like she’s on the show. I love that she isn’t OCD but has these neat freak tendencies for certain things, like she can name practically every font just by looking at it, and certain fonts erk her, like Comic Sans and Times New Roman and Arial. I love that she has a favorite font, Cambria. I love that she’s not afraid to voice her opinion to people but when confronting she always tries to be understanding and polite. I love the fact that she smells good, I don’t know how or why but she just does. I love how her eyes light up when she finally understands something, sees food, or remembers something. I love her flaws. I love that she sucks at Biology and that she would come to me for help when she had to take it. I love that she can’t remember the name of a song until it’s halfway done but can remember history dates better than the textbook, birthdays better than you know your own, and small details of memories or pictures better than the author or artist themselves. I love everything about y/n. I could tell you all the funny and embarrassing stories about y/n but I don’t think she would like that too much. OH! She also loves horror movies! I love that she doesn’t let anyone dictate her life, she has her role models but everything about her is strictly her, not because someone told her too. She is her own person and I admire her for that. I love her for that. I love that she’s terrified of heights but refuses to admit it and just tells me she’s merely afraid of falling. I love that she always makes elaborate birthday plans/gifts for me or any of her friends but expects practically nothing in return. I don’t like that she’s always cold because I hate seeing her uncomfortable but I love that I’m the one who gets to hold her hands and warm them up for her. I love that she gets overly excited about holidays.  I love that she loves her family. I could go on forever but I really do hope that to the people who were being mean to the girl I love, I hope this video changed your opinion of her. Y/N is a beautiful person and should be treated as such,” He says and I couldn’t help but let a tear slip it was the nicest most precious thing anyone had ever done for me. Matt took a deep breath before looking straight into the camera. “Y/n, I know you’re watching this and I know I have said it multiple times, but I’ll say it again….I love you…and now you know why.” With that the video ended.
“I love you too Matt,” I whispered back to my computer. I decided to turn in for the night knowing I would not be able to work with the current events. I climbed the stairs and crawled into bed with my sleeping boyfriend. I knew he was asleep but he cuddled up closer to me and wrapped his arms around my waist instinctively as soon as I was in bed, keeping me safe and warm. 1st reason on my long list of why I love Matt.

I hope this is up to your expectations anon! Okay so I know I have not posted in a LONG TIME and I’m sorry but I didn’t want to post anything that wasn’t 'good’ or that I wasn’t fully invested into. But I hope you enjoyed this imagine. Just a lesson, don’t melt if a boy/girl tells you they love you, melt for the reasons why ;)
-simplicational’s queen


Okay so I saw that post about why irish dancers develop eating disorders and it made me really sad so I thought I would try and say something about it. In one of these pictures I’m just starting recovery. I got third place in a novice competition. In the other I’m solidly in recovery, eating 2500 calories a day, weighing a stone and a half or two stone more (126-133 pouds! which is perfectly healthy for my height, 5"7, and still on the lower side of the bmi scale because thats natural for me). I got first place in intermediate. I may not be the best dancer, although I’ve only been competing for a year. My jumps and front clicks are higher, my movement is stronger, I’m faster, my beats are louder and I have a lot more confidence and energy on stage. In the first picture I’ve recently come back from a stress fracture which was entirely caused by not eating properly. And you know what, I truely think my feis look is 100x better now. You’re athletes, you need to eat! It will benefit your dancing, I promise you.

I don’t have loads of followers so irish dancers please reblog this :)

150514 Wu Yifan Weibo Update
Translation: Phobia of choosing… which pair? Waiting online.

1. [+5470] Wu Yifan, recently you have using Weibo like it’s WeChat!! But you’ve doing well!! In the future, please diligently update your Weibo like this!! Both are okay!!

2. [+5059] I just want to give everyone my analysis…… on the table, it’s not white but grey…. Kanye West x Adidas, this year’s version if it isn’t 30 thousand then it’s almost 40 thousand……. on his feet are the Y3 sneakers, also very expensive….. either way this man is annoyingly rich.

3. [+4778] Let me tell everyone a scary fact. Wu Yifan made a total of 5 posts in the month of April. In March he made 4 posts. In February he made 7 posts. In January he made 8 posts. In May, it has only been 14 days and he made 11 posts. Baby is learning more and more to experience us missing each other hhhhhh

4. [+3241] Like if you agree that FanFan should go on Running Man, I really want to watch!

5. [+2602] The ones on your feet

6. [+2500] After returning to China, this kid’s growth is getting better and better. His level of appeal to passerby’s is also getting higher and higher.

7. [+2227] The meaning of the second photo is that even when sitting on the toilet, you’re still thinking of which pair to choose?

8. [+2158] The black one, the pair on your feet.

9. [+1888] Your first instinct is worn already, just that one.

10. [+1782] Black. Because then you won’t have to change.