word (ex. nubivagant), language (ex. Portuguese), topic (ex. love),
part of speech (ex. noun), origin (ex. origin: Latin), first letter (ex. A)
"As she looked, aghast, at the pony that was tethered in her front lawn and munching comfortably on her flowers, she realized how just how alarmingly she’d underestimated his zeal to impress her. She’d also underestimated the size of his bank account and his brain: impossibly vast and impossibly tiny, respectively.
'I did not mean it when I said I wanted a pony,' she explained to him later through gritted teeth.
He looked surprised. ‘You didn’t?’”
Zeal is the noun form. Usually, you’re zealous for a cause or purpose. It means you’re super-eager and super-committed to making something happen, and you’ll go to great lengths for it. It can have a bit of a negative connotation, and it’s more often seen in the form overzealous, which is being excessively eager, to the point of being a fanatic.
“Behold, I have arrived!”
“You’re late. Can you come here and help us with this?”
“Truly I tell you, I will not.”
“Cut it out. You’re not important enough to preface all your sentences with asterismos.”
“Ow! Hey, you can’t hit me!”
“Behold, I just did.”
Behold, truly I tell you, and hey are all examples of asterismos. Asterismos, more broadly, is any word or phrase at the beginning of a phrase or sentence that doesn’t add to the meaning, but that tells the audience, “Hey, listen up”. It can also be pretty poetic, if you use the “marking with stars” meaning. So it is pretty neat!
Yep! “Brume” is heavy fog, clouds, mist, vapor. An anon also added,
Alongside brumous, there is also brumal—both functioning as adjectives and essentially meaning the same thing.
“Sitting on the couch with the soggy last of a bowl of cereal, Robin looked out her window at the brumous six o’clock sky and just felt morose. The minor thrill of starting her last year of high school had long since worn off, and what she really felt like she needed was some good old-fashioned adventure.”
(That’s from the rough, rough draft of a story I’m writing. Writing is hard.)
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"So how are things between you and—"
"STOP! We don’t speak of his name anymore. He’s been anathematized.”
"I hope you realize that it’s ridiculous to use a word like ‘anathematized’ when you’re talking about your breakup."
"No, actually, it’s not. It’s like ‘cursed’ or ‘condemned’. Basically, it means that we’ve said that we loathe him and everything he stands for. Which is true."
"Has anyone ever told you that you tend to overdramatize your personal life?"
"Has anyone ever told you what that slimeball did to me? Yeah, I didn’t think so. Okay, you’re not going to believe this…”
"You know, if you’re as good friends with him as you say, you wouldn’t lead him on with all this sphallolalia.”
"Uh, gesundheit? I have no idea what that means. And we are good friends.”
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