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#optomstudies here to stop your 💸💸💸 from flying away! This is to answer an ask I received from @psychblr (thank you for asking!!). For some pointers on how to make money, please also check out my 7 Part Time Work post. This first part will cover food, transport and entertainment. The next part will cover textbooks, tax, and scholarships


Detailing all your income and all your expenses for the month, sort it into categories like food, rent, entertainment, etc. then circle everything you could’ve cut down on. 

FOOD

  • Don’t buy coffee on campus. One cup is $3-4. Bring your own coffee if you must in a thermos. 
  • Plan your meals. Make a list so that you don’t overbuy or get duped by instant microwavable meals (which taste kinda gross anyway). 
  • Bulk buy at supermarkets. Make meals with multiple servings that you can store in the fridge for the next week. 
    • Stick to home brands. Compare the unit price ($/kg) on items so that you know you’re getting the best deals. 
    • Buy fresh fruit and veggies at markets
    • Also, if you can find an Asian grocery near you, they usually sell meat at a much cheaper price than you can find at Coles or Woolworths. 
    • Buy at ALDI if you have one near you. 
  • Bring your own bottle and refill from the water stations on campus, rather than buying bottled water and soft drinks. 
  • Join free food pages on Facebook. There’s usually sausage sizzles that sell lunch for $2.50 at least once a week, and occasionally they’ll be free!
  • Consider eating lunch off campus. If you don’t mind the trek, you can look for places off-campus. Around our uni there’s many cheap eateries that sell different cultural foods, usually catering for international students. 
  • At places like Starbucks and other places that sell coffee, ask for “hot water”, they charge $0.43 and you can bring your own tea bag or instant coffee, thanks @bambooboss
  • Asking for “a glass of water” is legally free anywhere in Australia. So save yourself from spending money on $3.99 bottled Mount Franklin water :)

TRANSPORT

  • Travel during off-peak hours. Most full time students are eligible for a concession Opal card, but you can also get an additional 30% off the travel fee outside 7-9am and 4-6:30pm weekdays. 
    • Arrange your classes later so that you start at 11am and finish around 6-7pm. 
  • Use public transport instead of driving. Saves you petrol, speeding fines and parking fees. 
  • If you live close enough, try cycling or bike loans. Our uni has bikes available for rent that are provided with helmets a lock and a light. 

ENTERTAINMENT

  • Use your student discounts. Discounts on movie tickets and local shops can be attained just by flashing your student card. 
  • Use your uni WiFi - Library is open pretty much all day, so if you ever have a free day, just lounge around and watch Youtube to your hearts content. 
  • For parties, your uni usually holds a beginning of semester and end of semester events that are super cheap to attend if you’re looking for that kind of entertainment. Faculties will also hold cruises with free drinks and formals once a year, but those are a bit pricey. 
  • For outings, do something that doesn’t break the bank, e.g. hiking, stargazing, visit to the art museum, bike riding, perusing the flea market, watching uni sports events, cooking dessert with friends, etc. 
  • Avoid any unnecessary purchases. Do you really need that third set of highlighters? No. To avoid impulse purchases, just sleep on your decision. When you wake up in the morning with a fresh mind, most likely you’ll realise that you don’t need it after all. 

MY WEEKLY STUDY TIPS

WHAT I WISH I’D KNOWN BEFORE UNIVERSITY STUDY TIPS SERIES

SEE ALSO

even more british memes (yay)

• for bonzer car insurance deals, girls get onto sheilas’ wheels

• justine littlewood

• safari Oleg

• the coronation street tram crash

• “please place item in the bagging area”

• 5p BAG CHARGE?¿¿??¿?

• “friend”

• 3 day summer

• UKIP

• bus stop wanker

• you buy one you get one free. SAID YA BUY ONE YA GET ONE FREE

• “I’m gonna knock *knock knock* on wood”

• the Isle of fernandooooooos

• woolworths

• Jeremy Clarkson getting sacked

• buttery biscuit base

• Jezza Kyle

• Nigel farage’s teeth

• the dfs sofa sale

This gif made me think of Percival Graves striding down the halls of the Woolworth building and a small child shuffling after him struggling to keep up.

And at first he doesn’t react outwardly, but just goes slower and slower to allow the child to catch up until he stops, heaves a long suffering sigh, picks up the kid and off he goes again, business as usual, except now he has a toddler balanced on his hip.

Maybe its the kid he has with Tina/Credence/Newt.
A deaged Tina/Credence/Newt.
Is he a single parent? Does he have a wife and kids he’s just intensely private about. Godchild? Niece/Nephew? The neighbour’s kid he got suckered into babysitting?

The possibilities are endless!

[[fwiw I will be writing some interaction with Percival and his brother’s children in The Fall That Kills You, but not any time soon]]

honestly, this is a post for me to collect all the ideas i’ve generated over time concerning how i plan to save at least some money ($$). anyways, as young adults or teenagers, SAVING MONEY IS HARD !! especially if you no source of income, aren’t in a position where you can make money, or just need some cash for outings with friends.

⇢ budget!
use an app (there are many!) or just writing all your purchases down in a notebook, record all the money going in and going out. it’ll put into perspective how much you’re actually spending and how much you’re actually saving

⇢ save a percentage of your allowance or income
for those with a job, save a percentage of your wage (around 40%?) and put that into a ‘savings’ account w/ interest on it. the longer you don’t withdraw money from that account, the more interest you accumulate.

⇢ save your spare change
after going out with friends or after a long day of work or school, put all of your loose change or coins into a piggybank. at the end of the month, crack it open, exchange the coins into the notes and voila! savings (:

⇢ be frugal
not saying that you have to starve yourself and not eat ANYTHING, but think twice before you buy something! do you reALLY need it?? really ?? ? ?
i’ve recently discovering this rule when it comes to buying items: if you can’t buy two of it, don’t buy one of it. if you don’t have enough money to buy two of that $99.95 jacket, DON’T BUY IT.

⇢ coupons!
search your local newspapers + any business ads for useful coupons to snatch up! domino’s always has coupons for their pizzas, and for all those australians out there, the back of your ‘woolworths’ receipts has a huge list of coupons that can be redeemed. 

⇢ make your own food
don’t spend money on food at the canteen or store, when you can make it at home for half the price!!! and amping up those cooking skills is good (:

anonymous asked:

Gradence: in canon Credence was promised by Graves that he could live with him when they proved to the wizarding world that Credence was a wizard. Credence spent a lot of time with Graves. A LOT. And then when Grindelwald replaced him he knew something was wrong. He's a smart boy, an imaginative boy, his life turned upside down with magic. So why COULDN'T there be some way you could steal a man's face? (1/2)

So why COULDN’T there be some way you could steal a man’s face? When Grindelwald tries to manipulate him into sex Credence refuses, starts shouting that he’s not Mr. Graves, he’s not HIS Mr. Graves. And the obscurus comes out and fucking TEARS GRINDELWALD APART and reveals Graves trapped somewhere in the apartment. (2/2) 


“May I have a flyer?”

Y-Yes sir.

“Second Salemers, eh? What do your lot preach?”

There are witches, sir. They can set a curse on you, sir.  They marry the Devil, sir, and they carry out his evil deeds in the world against the good and God-fearing people.

They might steal your face and take your place. 

“And how does one spot a witch, exactly?”

I – I – Sometimes they have the mark of the Devil upon them, sir. A witch is wicked. A man or a woman.

(Ma says I might be a witch. The Devil is inside me, sir. I’m wicked, sir. You’d better get away before I turn you into a witch, too.)

Dark eyes peer back at him. There is no disgust, or incredulousness, or annoyance. They assess him for a long moment, before he sees something quite unexpected:

Compassion.


 “Credence, has anything – unusual ever happened to you? Something you could not explain?”


It is no use that Credence comes home empty handed. His mother sniffs his breath suspiciously and Credence awaits her verdict. Her eyes narrow.

Thief,” she hisses, and Credence unbuckles his belt. The taste of the sweet pastry he shared with Mr Graves turns sour on his tongue.

The next morning, Credence’s palms are dry and unmarked. There has been another gas leak in one of the factories.


 Mr Graves heals his hands, heals his back, heals his legs. He takes him to diners and repairs his clothes with a swish of his wand. When Credence still has a quarter-stack of pamphlets in his grip and the shadows of the skyscrapers shroud the streets, Mr Graves appears with a swirl of misplaced air to take them from him so Credence won’t get into trouble.

“Please,” Mr Graves pleads one night, as he runs the tip of his wand along the rungs of Credence’s ribs, “Come with me. If she does this again – if I couldn’t get here in time – “

The waist of Credence’s trousers is sodden with his blood.


Credence pads through the halls of Mr Graves’ brownstone. He tries his best to be a good houseguest; he makes the bed each morning, he irons Mr Graves’ shirts, he sets the table for their dinner each night. He reads all the books Mr Graves suggests and whispers the information back to himself, determined to learn, determined to fit in. In the evenings, he converses with his host about everything he’s learned that day – Magical History at first, and then all manner of creatures and plants and potions and spells that are so wild and fantastical he knows he isn’t dreaming, because he couldn’t possibly have dreamt of them.

He very determinedly doesn’t think about the little frissons of joy that explode in his chest when Mr Graves’ eyes widen in surprise, the way he smiles when Credence asks him little questions about wandwood and charmwork and magic. Guilt settles behind his lungs, but he likes making Mr Graves’ life easier, likes to thank him through little actions and services.


Steam billows out the open door of the bathroom. Inside, Mr Graves stands at the sink, frowning as he turns his head this way and that, examining his reflection. A straight razor and a brush sit on the counter. Credence twists his fingers anxiously in the doorway.

“Mr Graves,” he says, shyly, “Won’t you let me do that for you?”


Percival adorns Credence’s body with a dozen lovely bites and soft bruises that Credence will later trace with a sweet smile, every mark treasured. His caresses are roses blossoming across his skin, his palms the trellis from which they bloom. He savours the way Percival’s eyelashes tremble, how his hands cradle him reverently.  Each kiss against his skin is baptism, every brush of his fingertips is communion, and the look on his face when Credence sinks onto his thighs is absolution. If the worship of his body is religion, Percival is the high priest, guarding the temple of his body jealously for himself alone.


Credence has no more nightmares. There are no more mysterious gas explosions. Sometimes he wakes up, three in the morning, the pillow beneath his cheek wet and a monster sitting atop his chest. He imagines there are white eyes staring down at him from the darkness.

Percival nuzzles him sleepily, tugs him a little closer, presses a soft kiss to the skin of his bare shoulder. Credence winds his arms around him and closes his eyes.


Credence spends sunsoaked afternoons curled in the armchairs of their living room, long limbs tucked up and dripping curls of hair hiding his face as he sits engrossed in a textbook.

He has signed the forms Percival brought him; his name is now Credence Jones, an acknowledged Squib. Only he and Percival know better; Credence could probably power every spell in the Woolworth building for a week before feeling even the slightest drain on his magic. But he finds he quite likes being hidden away in Percival’s apartment, safe and secure and high above anyone who desires to hurt him or use his immense power for their own gain.

His eye catches on something long and complicated. Polyjuice Potion, it reads, and he skims it disinterestedly before flipping across to the much friendlier sounding Dragonfly Brew, which promises to give the drinker wings.


When Percival doesn’t come home one night, Credence doesn’t worry overmuch. He is used to his strange hours, waking up as the sun rises and Percival stumbles into bed.

His side of the bed is still cool in the morning, the sheets still carefully drawn up.

Credence spends the day fretting, at first burning breakfast, then attempting to wipe down the skirting boards. He manages to set the curtains on fire and has a heartstopping moment of terror when he can’t remember the Aguamenti spell and Percival isn’t there to help. The sun sinks over the horizon and Credence is pacing the hallway, agitated.

The key rattles in the lock and Percival walks in. Credence rushes at him with a cry, peppers him with kisses and soft touches. “Where were you?” he cries, clutching on the fabric of his coat, tears shining in the corners of his eyes.

“There was a case,” Percival says, oddly, stilted. “I’m sorry, dear.”


Credence sleeps fitfully that night. There is a knot wound tight behind his breastbone; it swells each time he inhales, crushes his lungs and his throat.

When he wakes up he is exhausted. The New York Ghost speculates on recent magical currents running the length of the island of Manhattan. Credence worries over Percival, pouring his coffee and packing him lunch. Percival looks at him blankly, presses a cool kiss against his forehead, and swirls away with silent Apparition.


Percival’s hands are heavy as they bracket his upper arms. He looms over him, caging him in against the back of the sofa. No, Credence thinks, heart thudding heavy in his chest. Blood rushes in his ears. Percival kisses him, but their teeth click together and Credence cries out, pulling away and bringing his hand to his mouth.

“You hurt me,” he says.

Percival blinks at him and his eyes narrow. His grip on Credence’s arms tightens and he draws himself in. “I’m sorry, dear one,” he croons. “You’re just – you’re so beautiful, you know I can’t possibly control myself around you. I’m sorry. Won’t you forgive me? Don’t you love me?”

Credence feels like the flame of a candle in a church, suffocated.

No, he thinks. This is not right.


– the Polyjuice Potion, which is a complex and time-consuming concoction. It enables the consumer to assume the physical appearance of another person as long as they have first procured the part of that individual’s body to add to the brew –

Credence closes the book slowly. His hands are shaking.

Oily smoke curls up from beneath his fingernails. Credence eyes it calmly, cold and unafraid.