An adorable redhead who wears predominantly blue, and has a great singing voice and an affinity for animals, ends up in New York for the first time and has a run-in with a dark-haired, jaded workaholic who is never not in work attire. At one point in the movie they share a tender moment while inside the Woolworth Building.
#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.
Don’t buy coffee on campus. One cup is $3-4. Bring your own coffee if you must in a thermos.
Plan your meals. Make a list so that you don’t overbuy or get duped by instant microwavable meals (which taste kinda gross anyway).
Bulk buy at supermarkets. Make meals with multiple servings that you can store in the fridge for the next week.
home brands.Compare the unit price ($/kg) on items so that you know you’re
getting the best deals.
Buy fresh fruit and veggies
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 :)
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.
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.
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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 (:
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
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,
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:
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.
hisses, and Credence unbuckles his belt. The taste of the sweet pastry he
shared with Mr Graves turns sour on his tongue.
morning, Credence’s palms are dry and unmarked. There has been another gas leak
in one of the factories.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
he says, shyly, “Won’t you let me do that for you?”
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.”
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
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
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?”
feels like the flame of a candle in a church, suffocated.
thinks. This is not
– 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 –
the book slowly. His hands are shaking.
Oily smoke curls up from beneath his fingernails. Credence eyes it
calmly, cold and unafraid.