vernalagnia

Also known as Spring Fever

I couldn’t find much about the etymology, but someone anonymously sent me this message:

vernalagnia probably comes from vernal (of, in, or appropriate to spring). As for the suffix, I’m finding little information about it. The closest thing I can think of is the latin agonia.

“Agonia” is Latin for agony or victim

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Solstício

Chave. Não posso esquecer de trancar a porta quando sair. Não sei se voltarei para casa antes de você.
Fechar as janelas por causa da chuva. Abrir as portas do guard-roupas para não mofar nada.
Meu celular vai ficar na gaveta por uns dias. Desculpa, mas vai ser assim.
Vou até a esquina comprar cigarros e volto quando o outono passar, ou talvez no fim do inverno. Você vai ficar bem com ela. Confie em mim.
Não, não vou levar muita coisa. Só o essencial mesmo. Sim, levarei meus cadernos. Todos? Não. Não poderia levar muito peso. Antes da metade do caminho eu ja terei jogado fora metade deles.
Cadernos não se jogam fora, sabia?
Nem agendas. A gente sempre escreve coisas que vão nos fazer sorrir no futuro. Normalmente é um riso de vergonha. Mas o drama se esconde muito bem no cômico. Melhor rir de uma bobagem nostálgica, não?
Talvez seja importante levar um pouco de vodca. A cerveja pesaria muito a bolsa. Bolsa? Quer dizer, mochila. Backpack.
Não. Não acho uma boa ideia. Me disseram que não se encontra vodca boa numa cidade pequena.
Sim, tem que ser boa pra não dar ressaca. É uma viagem justamente pra me tirar as dores de cabeça.
Me ajuda a fechar esse zíper.
Nossa, você fede a preguiça.
É, talvez eu não precise levar tanta coisa.
Melhor deixar a sunga, o verão ja passou mesmo.
Tem sim. Duas, mas cachoeira é muito gelada nessa época.
Tres jeans ja ta bom né? Dá pra usar a mesma calça por pelo menos uma semana. Ou mais, ninguém percebe.
Uma calça de emergência e um short. Chega de jeans.
Não, pode tirar essa jaqueta também. Jaqueta jeans não esquenta nada.
Sim, os moletons vão.
Sim, principalmente as calças.
Avisei. Eles disseram que tudo bem, desde que eu volte a tempo da formatura da minha irmã. Acho que consigo.
São armas. O que tem?
Não, não pretendo matar ninguém mas nunca se sabe né.
Sim, eu tenho certeza que sei pra onde estou indo, mas é aquela coisa: se eu não souber, qualquer lugar serve.
Sim, sobreviverei sem ele mesmo tendo que responder milhões de mensagens quando voltar. E milhões de notificações. Mas também pode ser que não tenha nada quando eu voltar. Talvez as pessoas esqueçam de mim. Seria legal. Eu poderia voltar com outra identidade. Outra versão de mim. Eu voltaria com a minha versão mais aventureira e sobrevivente.
Bem lembrado, melhor desligar o registro, chega de multas por apartamento alagado.
Uma garrafa de água e barras de cereal e acho que estou pronto?
Vamos? Entra aqui.

[…]

Ele tocou a campainha e ela não demorou a descer. Pegou a caixa transportadora, sorriu um sorriso desbotado e o encarou.

EU vou ficar bem, pode confiar em mim. Só quero provar pra mim mesmo que o o clima causado pelo outono também tem nome.

vernalagnia

Spring has hit the southeastern US full force. There are bees a-bumbling, geese a-laying, swans a-swimming, hormones a-raging. Pollen is a-streaming into every facial orifice and a-coating every car. Students and workers are staring out of every window, desperately longing to be outside, forgetting that they typically spend their down-time maintaining their internet addictions and running errands, not frolicking in fields of flowers.

Nevertheless, the cold seems to have broken, and there’s something going around, in addition to what I hear is a very intense and nasty yet mercifully brief stomach bug: vernalagnia! It’s just another word for spring fever, whether a romantic, dreamy mood brought on by spring or a seasonal increase in sexual desire.

While I encountered both definitions in abundance during my research, the origins of vernalagnia seem more in line with the latter one, with verna, meaning “of spring,” synonymous with vernal, and -lagnia, meaning “lust.” I like to imagine a frustrated high school teacher hurling it at their students: You were my best-behaved class! Now you’re just a bunch of vernalagniacs!

helenatheferalangel asked:

// Infandous: What topics will they refuse to speak about? Ktenology: Have they ever planned a murder, whether serious or not? If so, describe what they planned to do. Montivagant: How often do they get lost? Vernalagnia: Does their mood or outlook on life change with the seasons? If so, how? Welter: What subject will they never fully understand? Xenization: How do they feel about interacting with strangers? There's the rest!

Another one of these!  Too much fun.  I mixed the tenses around a bit this time. Present tense gets kind of annoying.  Anyone is welcome to send dorky (or pressing) question about any of the Cable Car characters and I’ll get around to answering them.


Infandous: What topics will they refuse to speak about?

Sarah has managed to keep Helena in her own bed for the night.  It’s a blessing and a curse, really.  She’s got the whole mattress to herself, she can spread out— feel the stretch in her calves and toes.  Still, sometimes the distance between them keeps her awake.

Every few hours Sarah wakes and rolls over.  She can make out Helena’s skin, luminescent and squirming, and it pulls her from the warmth of her blankets.  She steps quietly, avoiding piles of clothes and haphazardly strewn junk (Helena keeps EVERYTHING), until her knees press against the edge of the mattress.  The other half of her soul is twisted in the sheets and her muscles are spasming— twitching and clenching.

Sarah sighs and leans over her, urging her with hands on shoulders, “‘Lena, hey, wake up.”  Helena grunts and tries to dart up, but Sarah keeps her pinned to the bed.  Her wild eyes meet her sister’s and she calms.  “You was having another nightmare.”

“Oh…”  Helena rubs the sleep from her eyes, “thank you.”  But her hands over her face only serve to hide her fear from Sarah— the brunette knows the motion well enough.

Sarah watches her for a quiet beat before nudging her over and sliding under the comforter.  Helena makes more room, but as soon as Sarah’s legs tangle around hers, as soon as her arm drapes over Helena’s side, she buries her trembling lip in the crook of Sarah’s neck.

Ktenology: Have they ever planned a murder, whether serious or not? If so, describe what they planned to do.

The rock was heavy in her hands as she shifted it from one to the other.  She tightened her fingers against it, felt its cold roughness.  “My name is Helena,” she said quietly.  English was difficult and her tongue warped around the words.

“Yeah, whatever.”  He kicked dirt over the fire, “Go to sleep.  We’re leaving early.  We’ve still got a thousand miles to go.”

She didn’t know what that meant— “What is thousand miles?”

He stopped, glanced over his shoulder at her, “It’s a thousand fucking miles.”  She lowered her eyes to the rock, slowly warming, seeping the heat from her skin.

The nice man opened the flap of his tent and looked over at her.  “He means that it’s a long way.  A few more days in the car.”  He scooted closer to the opening and pulled his feet up under him, “Are you hungry?”

The mean man crossed to the tent and stood between them, “Food costs extra, she knows that.  Don’t you, Girl?”

She pressed the stone into the ground until it’s uneven surface dug sharply into her palm, “My name is Helena.”

Montivagant: How often do they get lost?

“Are you sure this is the right way?”

“Yes.”

“Helena, I don’t remember this tree.”

Helena glanced over her shoulder at Felix, “That is because you have never seen it before.”

His eyes widened, “You have no idea where we are.”

“I do.”  She stomped through the underbrush, leaving him slack-jawed behind her.

“You don’t!”  He had to jog to catch up, hopping over a small fallen tree.

Helena growled, “Felix.  We went a different way to get to the water.  Now we go a different way back to the camp.  There are more than one ways to go to the river and to go to the camp.”  She pointed, “That way.”

He sighed and rolled his eyes, but he followed, because he didn’t have any other option.

Vernalagnia: Does their mood or outlook on life change with the seasons? If so, how?

“SA-RAH!”

Sarah jerks awake, her eyes rolling in her skull with protest as she scrambles to get her bearings.  “Wha, huh?”

“Sarah, it is SNOWING.”  Helena is gleefully jumping at the window, her breath fogging the glass.

The punk’s head falls forward into her hands.  “Jesus Christ, Meathead.  It’s fucking winter…we living in fucking Canada.”

“Snow, Sarah!”

Welter: What subject will they never fully understand?

The twins are curled on opposite ends of the couch with their noses pressed between the pages of The Scarlet Letter.  “Sarah?  What is a metaphor?”

Sarah scoffs, “Hell if I know,” she turns to look at Helena, “any ideas?”

Helena shakes her head slowly, “No.”

Xenization: How do they feel about interacting with strangers?

“Excuse me, hello,” she stuttered over her words, “yes.”

S turned wide eyes to Felix and Sarah, gesturing over her shoulder at Helena who was trying to buy a chocolate bar with the money she’d earned cleaning the house.  ‘Impressive,’ she mouthed.

“May I have this please?”  She loosened her fist and brushed the coins from her sweat-sticky palm.

The young punks rolled their eyes.  They hadn’t helped, hadn’t earned a treat, and so they sat and stewed– this new girl was going to be a pain in the ass.

keepsmilingwider asked:

Vernalagnia

Trying to get some information outside of the session, doctor?

Vernalagnia:Does their mood or outlook on life change with the seasons? If so, how?

Sort of! For Eugene, seasons don’t matter, it’s the food changes. And all of them make him pretty cheery, tbh
Spring: Easter candy;jellybeans, cadbury eggs, etc etc

Summer: Ice cream, ices, milkshakes and other cold sugary drinks!

Fall: halloween candy! Consume all the pumpkin lattes! 

Winter: Christmas Desserts, Valentine’s day chocolate, hot cocoa, so much hot cocoa!

I mean I feel like he gets a little sleepier during the hotter months but his mood doesn’t really change. Maybe he gets a little quiet and contemplative, watching the leaves change, but then he noisily slurps his pumpkin latte and all is good. 

blodaux asked:

Vernalagnia

                       Unusual Word Headcanon Prompts

            Vernalagnia: Does their mood or outlook on life change with the seasons?
   
If so, how? To be honest, there is very little change or difference found on Serafina’s
   outlook on life when it comes to the seasons. This being said, her mood does change
   a little. During the colder seasons, when it rains hard down on the city and when it
   cloaks New York in snow, she feels lighter, more closer to home; seeing that Denmark
   was positioned closer to the north, with cold and crisp weather. She loves the rain and
   the snow. And in spring, especially early spring, one would think she would be happier
   with all the beauty of the blossoming flowers. Except in the spring, she’s more
   annoyed than anything from the fact that she suffers terrible bouts of hay fever in early
   spring with the higher pollen count. 

kenocka asked:

Vernalagnia

Vernalagnia: Does their mood or outlook on life change with the seasons? If so, how?

Somewhat, though not extremely so. Sonder’s favorite season is autumn; it’s cool enough for her comfort, without carrying the risk of catching a cold- since she can do that as easily as anyone else. Winter depresses her; there isn’t any sunlight, and even if she doesn’t do well in extreme heat, natural light- whether sun or fire- is infinitely more to her preference than sodium and gas lamps.

Summer melts her, and while spring is nice, she has allergies.

firexmirrors asked:

Vernalagnia

Winter is difficult. The snow is beautiful, the ice that encases everything a true wonder of nature. But every gust of wind reaches her, every winter cold that passes around sits within her chest and festers. She was born in winter, and feels something of herself in it, but she cannot bring herself to look forward to it. Her child’s wonder at fresh fallen snow has given way to the knowledge that with the cold comes a decrease in her health, in her energy. 

Conversely, spring and autumn make her feel energized. The earth is changing, the air smells of both new growth and death. These liminal times energize her, drive her onward. She feels utterly indifferent toward summer. 

dibmembranepi asked:

((Infandous, Recumbentibus, Tarantism, Vernalagnia.))

Infanfous- What topics will they refuse to talk about?
//Gaz won’t talk about any sort of relationship she has. In her eyes, it’s nobody’s business.
Recumbentibus- What was their greatest victory?
//That’s a hard one. The whole Iggins ordeal is definitely up there.
Tatantism- Describe their dancing style.
// *insert gif of Gaz stomping around in Zim’s base (Tak episode) here*
Vernalagina- Does their mood or outlook on life change with the seasons? If so, how?
//Nope :u

hahrenoftarasylntelas asked:

Vernalagnia: Does their mood or outlook on life change with the seasons? If so, how?

Though Ian does suffer from depression and anxiety, it’s not what I would call seasonal. A long enduring winter will wear on anyone, naturally, and rainy days can be stifling, but no, when it comes to seasons, for the most part he’s just happy to be able to observe them and feel them on his skin.