This is how I imagine Boris’s and Valery’s attic flat in Vienna.
(Maybe I’ll drive also their cottage in Bonifacio, even if drawing houses is much more complicated than it seems, especially when you have zero drawing skills )
LOGLINE:Two childhood rivals take a road trip to find the witch who cursed them.
GENRE:YA contemporary fantasy romcom
HIGHLIGHTS INCLUDE arivals to lovers plot, questionable morality, illusory bugs, food crimes, a gratuitous costume party scene, a scene in a bathtub but it’s YA so it’s not like that - I swear
SYNOPSIS
Jamie Marino was a stellar witch in high school, but a single college semester slam dunked her confidence into the trash. To prove she deserves her spot in her university’s magic program, she enters a spellcasting contest — only to be upstaged by her flamboyant childhood nemesis, Keller, and his flashy illusion spell. When the contest devolves into petty sabotage, Jamie flings a hex. But when it hits the social media star tasked with selecting the winner, she awards the rivals curses instead of cash.
For Jamie, her curse means others forget her when she isn’t present. For Keller, others follow his commands, even when they’re unintentional. The curses can be broken by learning a lesson, but learning is for nerds. The rivals form a different plan: hop in Keller’s bumper-stickered minivan, road trip to the witch’s next speaking gig, and beg her to lift the curses for them.
As snowstorms and misinformation drag them further from their target, Jamie and Keller grow closer to each other. But Keller’s keeling secrets — he plagiarized his illusion spell. And Jamie’s confidence takes another hit when Keller’s illusion magic earns him a fanbase online. Both Jamie and Keller must overcome their issues and learn to trust each other. Otherwise, they risk being stuck with their curses for the rest of their lives.
i think that it is perfectly normal to talk to oneself occasionally. it’s not as though i’m expecting a reply. i’m fully aware that polly is a houseplant.
eleanor oliphant is completely fine bygail honeyman
A piece of advice to anyone who’s been considering, avoiding thinking about, or waffling on:
Get the fucking cane.
I am very serious. Get the cane, get the assistive device (I’m going with cane here, because simplicity, but the device you’re thinking about goes here), do it. If you’re thinking “damn, if these Symptoms get much worse, I’m gonna need to get a cane”, you already need the cane. You’ve probably been in a state that would be improved by it for a while.
I get it, though. I had other disabilities, including physical ones, prior to Getting A Cane, and I heard this advice from other people and I thought “okay, but my situation is not that bad, and I’m sure I’ll know when it’s really bad” as I lay awake half the night in pain because of a short little walk that afternoon. It turns out, I am not immune to internalized ableism either, like I’m a person in an ableist society or something.
I thought “this is gonna be a hassle, and they cost money, and people will be weird about it”, and learning to use it did take a minute, thankfully mine was pretty cheap, and yeah, some people are weird but most importantly: fuck ‘em, I did in fact need the cane. I can do a lot more now, and probably could have prevented some damage if I’d gotten it earlier and it looks cool.
Stop putting it off. Stop worrying about unpleasant people being unpleasant. You don’t have to suffer at the highest pain/difficulty/etc to be allowed to get the cane, you’re allowed to get it now. If you only need it sometimes, that’s okay.
