Lidia Yuknavitch, From The Chronology Of Water: A Memoir

The Emotion Thesaurus: Adoration

Hello, everyone! I will be starting a new series that will help you the writers describe emotions.

This guide will be a writer’s tool to characters expression.

This section comes from The Emotional Thesaurus by Ackerman and Puglisi.

Adoration

Definition: the act of worship; to view as divine.

Note: the subject of adoration can be a person or thing

Physical Signs:

Lips parting

A slack or soft expression

Waking quickly to erase distance

Mimicking body language

Touching one’s mouth or face

Reaching out to brush, touch or grasp

Steady eye contact, large pupils

Leaning forward

Stroking one’s own neck or arm as a surrogate

Pointing one’s torsos and feet towards the subject

A flushed appearance

Nodding while the subject speaks

Smiling

Open body posture

Releasing an appreciative sigh

Laying hand over the heart

Frequently moistening lips

Pressing palms lightly against the cheeks

Skimming fingertips along the jaw lines

Eyes that are bright

Agreement

Speaking praise and compliments

Keeping trinkets, pictures of the subject

Constantly talking about the subject to others

Rapt attention, still posture

Becoming unaware of one’s environment

A radiant glow

Visible shakiness

Reduced blinking

Closing eyes to savor moment

Speak with a soft voice

A voice that cracks with emotion

Internal Sensations

Quickening heartbeat

Breathlessness

Feeling one’s pulse in throat

Mouth dry

Throat growing thick

Rising body temperature

Tingling nerve endings

Mental Responses

A desire to move closer or watch

Fixating one’s thoughts on the subject

Acute listening and observation

Ignoring distractions

An inability to see the subjects flaws or faults

Cues of Acute or Long-Term Adoration

Obsession

Fantasizing

Believing that the feelings are mutual

A sense of destiny

Stalking

Writing and sending letter, emails, and gifts

Taking risks or breaking laws to be near or with subject

Weight loss

Poor sleep patterns

Jealousy towards those interacting with the subject

Taking on traits or mannerisms of the subject

Carrying something that represents the subject

Possessiveness

May Escalate To:

Love

Desire

Frustration

Hurt

Cues of Suppressed Adoration:

Clenching or hiding one’s hands to hide sweating or shaking

Avoiding conversations about the subject

Watching or observing from afar

Staying out of subjects proximity

Blushing

Sneaking looks at subject

Creating chance run ins

Writing secret letters, keeping diary

Lying about one’s feelings regarding the subject

Writer’s Tip:

Body cues should create a strong mental picture. If the movement is too drawn out or complicated, the emotional meaning behind the gesture may be lost.

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You miss Tony stark

You miss Natasha Romanoff

You miss Thor

You miss Clint Barton

You miss Steve Rogers

You miss Bruce Banner

AND LASTLY…

You f*cking miss the OG avengers

Because I do.

Drivers license by Olivia Rodrigo is a motherfucking masterpiece

i swear everything that i see is something i don't wanna see but need to

Can I be honest with you?

I seriously went to other people to ask how I should approach you. I don’t even know who I fucking am anymore. I’ve always been a “talk about it” or “if you wanna know, ask” kind of person. Blunt. Straight. To the point. But I’ve been so scared I might be pushing you away, so petrified by the idea that I might come on too strong, that I started playing all these silly little games. I fucking hate staring at my phone wanting nothing more than to talk to you, but holding back because “it hasn’t been a whole day yet” or because I’m “waiting for you to text first.” Fuck. That. I like you; maybe a little more than I’d like to admit. I want to go out and experience new things with you. See you smile and laugh while we make stupid little jokes to each other. I want to learn what makes you tick. What your deepest fears are. What your biggest passions are. I want to prove to you that you mean more to me than just some repository for attention. If that scares you away, then fine. If you don’t feel comfortable with that yet, that’s okay. I can’t force you to like me. But at least I’ll be able to sleep at night knowing that I put my best foot forward. That I wore my heart on my sleeve, and no one had to guess how I feel. I’m done playing these stupid fucking games.

(J)

knowing that she's either going to be my wife or the biggest wlw soul crushing (but needed) canon event

Just wanted to post something that's been bugging me but. Where the fuck are the Black History Month posts?

Valentine's Day got to trend and flood my dash, and that's just a day.

Aromantic Week got to trend and flood my dash, and that's just a week.

But this entire month I've only heard Black History Month in passing. I've only really seen other black people on this site in passing.

And before you say "oh check the tag!" Buddy I shouldn't have to. You don't have to "check the tag" on Pride Month. You don't have to "check the tag" on Valentine's Day. What makes Black History Month different?

I don't know if anyone is even going to see this but. Jfc I feel like the only black person here sometimes.

please please please please reblog if you’re a writer and have at some point felt like your writing is getting worse. I need to know if I’m the only one who’s struggling with these thoughts

Can You Feel the Love Tonight? (Wanda Maximoff/ Reader)

Summary: You should have known to be suspicious when Yelena and Kate planned a karaoke night. And even more suspicious that since they figured out your crush on a certain redheaded Avenger.

When Yelena and Kate first told you about their idea of a team karaoke night you should have known to be suspicious. The fact that they planned something without you should have been the first warning sign. That paired with the fact that your best friends weren’t the type to recommend something like this out of the blue.

Sure, they weren’t exactly the most predictable pair, but your mind worked like theirs so you usually caught on to their motives. You usually didn’t usually have to figure out much since all their plans heavily included you as the third and final member of the trio. None of those thoughts ever occurred to you though. Not even when Yelena informed you it was mandatory you go or when Kate threatened to withhold visits with Lucky if you were even a second late.

In hindsight, it was naive.

If you could have seen the mischievous glint in their eyes, you would have easily said no. Unfortunately, your mind had been otherwise occupied by a certain redheaded Avenger these days and the confusing feelings you felt course through your veins every time she so much as walked by you.

Much to your friends annoyance you had begun spending more time with her instead of dedicating all your time to the mischief you often found yourself getting into with them.

It started with a solo mission with Wanda and from there a friendship blossomed and maybe a bit more if you were being honest. Not that you told anyone, especially your best friends because you knew they would tease you mercilessly.

That was how you found yourself at said karaoke night, blissfully unaware of what your friends had up their sleeves.

With the night in full swing, you were sitting with Wanda, completely entranced in one of her stories and the hand she kept hovering over your own before she would pull it away. Almost as if she always thought better of bridging the gap between you - a physical and invisible barrier keeping you safely at arms distance regardless of what you did.

The conversation you were having with the Sokovian woman was drawn to a halt when a certain speedster Avenger wedged himself in between you both. “Well, if it isn’t my favorite couple.” He drawled casually, wrapping his arms around you both with a lazy smile. “Are you ready to sing?”

Your gaze immediately fell to the cup in your hands and you could feel even the tips of your ears heat up in embarrassment at Pietro’s implication.

“We’re just friends.” Wanda quickly insisted, shoving her brother off the couch, not that it bothered him in the slightest as he laughed. “Go away, Pietro.”

With a mocking salute, Pietro said, “If you say so, sestra. See you in a bit.” He winked before quickly disappearing in a blur before you could ask any questions. A second later you saw him across the room speaking casually with Monica.

“Sorry about him. He speaks without thinking.” Wanda apologized, again reaching for your hand but pulling back at the last second. Instead choosing to smile warmly at you.

You shook your head and tried not to focus on the sting of how quickly Wanda had shut down Pietro’s words. “It’s not the worst thing I’ve been told.” You replied, nudging Wanda playfully. “In fact, I would be honored.”

Wanda shook her head and nudged you back lightly. “I don’t think people pairing me with you would be an honor.” She confessed.

The insecurity in her voice made your brows furrow. “Why?”

Her shoulders lifted slightly as she ducked her head, almost as if she was embarrassed by the words she was about to say. “I have a pretty questionable past and you… You’re nothing like that. You haven’t made the mistakes I have. You’re good.”

An ache appeared in your chest with how lowly she thought of herself. You reached out and bridged the final gap, your hand over Wanda’s in what you hoped was a comforting manner. “If only you could see yourself through my eyes, Wanda.”

Her gaze lifted with your words, her expression vulnerable. “And how do you see me?”

As you prepared the words in your mind, the sound of a speaker screeching made you wince and turn to find the source of the sound. Your brows furrowed at the sight of your two best friends on the makeshift stage with suspicious smiles on both of their faces.

“Hi! If we could please have everyone’s attention.” Kate began, enthusiastically tapping the mic.

The room around you kept chattering though and Yelena stepped forward, yanking the mic out of Kate’s hand. “Everyone shut up.” Yelena threatened, her tone sharp and the immediately room fell into silence. Some from curiosity and others from genuine fear.

“Oh no.” You mumbled, knowing nothing good would come from this.

Both Yelena and Kate met your eyes from across the room and you knew that look. You knew they were up to something and whatever it was would obviously include you. Against your will.

Kate grabbed the mic back from Yelena. “Thank you for coming to our first annual karaoke night! To start the night off, Yelena and I want to dedicate the first song of the night to our best friend, Y/n.”

You immediately covered your face with your hands as every set of eyes turned to watch you. “Oh, nooooo.” You groaned out.

Wanda tapped your shoulder curiously. “Is everything okay? Your best friends are dedicating a song to you.” She questioned, her brows furrowed in confusion.

Rubbing at your forehead, you peaked an eye open to see Kate blow you a kiss and Yelena wink. “That’s probably not a good thing.” You stood, “Maybe I’ll just come back when it’s over.”

Before you could even take a step though you heard Yelena say, “Sit your ass back down, Y/n. If you leave we tell the New Year's eve story.” She threatened with a teasing glint in her eyes.

The threat made you sit back down immediately. “What happened on New Year's Eve?” Wanda questioned with an amused smile.

For the first time all night, you were grateful for the sound of your friend's voice preventing you from speaking further. Saving you the embarrassment of telling Wanda that story. “Hit it, Pietro.” Kate said, pointing at the blonde who was now suddenly at the karaoke machine.

A second later a familiar melody filled the air and you groaned again. “Wait, I know this song.” Wanda exclaimed with a cute smile. “I really like this movie.”

Weakly, you mustered a nod and watched with bated breath as your friends began to sing. “I can see what’s happening.” Yelena began.

“What?” Kate continued, pretending to look confused.

“And they don’t have a clue.” Yelena continued.

Kate looked around, as if she wasn’t sure what was going on. “Who?”

Yelena wrapped an arm around Kate’s shoulder dramatically and gestured in your direction. “They’ll fall in love and here’s the bottom line, our trio’s down to two.”

The archer's shoulders dropped as if she was disappointed. “Oh.”

If this all wasn’t directed at you, exposing your secret crush then you were sure you would have thought it was hilarious, but sitting next to Wanda, it felt like you were watching a car crash.

“The sweet caress of twilight.” Yelena cooed in a faux French accent.

“There’s magic everywhere.” Kate added with a wiggle of her fingers to mimic Wanda and you wanted to die.

“And with all this romantic atmosphere…” Yelena trailed off.

Together they wailed, “Disaster’s in the air!”

For a moment you thought that was the end of it until Natasha and Pietro suddenly appeared, each holding mics as they made their way over to you. “Can you feel the love tonight? The peace the evening brings.” Natasha sang.

Pietro continued, “The world for once in perfect harmony. With all its living things.”

As the final melody fell from Pietro’s lips, they both stopped in front of both you and Wanda, the mics being held in front of you in offering.

“Really?” You questioned, looking at Natasha in betrayal.

“Sorry, kid. They made compelling arguments.” Natasha said with a shrug when she saw the disbelief on your face. You couldn’t believe they had roped her into it too.

Pietro just shrugged, “I did what I had to do. Besides, I’m also a wonderful singer. Your turn now.”

“No.” You said flatly.

A moment later you could hear Kate and Yelena start a chart of your name, the pressure of everyone’s eyes on you, encouraging you to sing the next line. Your palms began to sweat as you eyed the offending item, but much to your surprise, Wanda took the mic from Pietro’s hand, her cheeks red.

Her gaze fell to her lap but a moment later you heard the sweet sound of her voice fill the room making your heart stutter in your chest. “So many things to tell her. But how to make her see?” Wanda looked up and met your eyes and your breath caught in your throat. “The truth about my past? Impossible. She’d turn away from me.”

Numbly you could feel Natasha nudge the mic in your hand. With a racing heart, you continued the song, never breaking eye contact with Wanda. “She’s holding back, she’s hiding. But what, I can’t decide.” You reached out and took Wanda’s hand again. “Why won’t she be the hero I know she is. The hero I see inside?”

Wanda sent a shy smile your way and you returned it easily, feeling your heartbeat thundering in your ears as you tried to process exactly what happened. The gentle pat on your shoulder from Natasha, the mics being taken back by both her and Pietro - it all faded into the background because Wanda was looking at you with something completely new in her eyes.

Wanda was looking at you the way you had always looked at her. The way you dreamed she would.

You were always thankful for your idiot best friends but you had never been more thankful for them then in that moment. Even when your four friends gathered on stage to belt out the chorus one final time.

“Can you feel the love tonight? The peace the evening brings. The world for once, in perfect harmony, with all its living things.” They chorused, swaying together in place, their smiling faces observing you and Wanda. You felt warmth blossom in your chest for the love you had for your friends even if they loved embarrassing you. “Can you feel the love tonight? You needn’t look too far. Stealing through the night’s uncertainties. Love is where they are.”

A smile overcame your features when you felt Wanda squeeze your hand in her own, your heart fluttered even more intensely.

The sweet moment was interrupted when Yelena and Kate took hold of the mics again and stepped forward. You shook your head in anticipation knowing that they were back to being ridiculous.

“And if she falls in love tonight, it can be assumed...” Yelena began with an over dramatic pout.

Kate wiped at an invisible tear as she continued, neither of their eyes ever leaving you and their act never wavering in the slightest. “Her carefree days with us are history.”

Once again, they wrapped their arms around one another and wailed, “In short, our pal is doomed.”

Unable to help yourself, you burst out into laughter, tears coming out of your eyes from the absurdity of it all. They were idiots, but damn it. You loved those idiots. Wanda seemed to be amused herself as you could see her laughing out of the corner of your eye, the force of it shaking her shoulder.

“Hey, Y/Ln! We expected a standing ovation!” Yelena called out, breaking character.

“We just poured our heart and soul out to you,” Kate said in a mock offended tone. “And all you can do is laugh?”

Wanda’s laughter tapered off slightly. “Are they drunk?”

You shook your head and gave your friends the standing ovation they had requested. “No, they’re just idiots.”

“We heard that!” Kate shouted from her place on stage while Yelena flipped you off.

Shrugging, you smiled. “You were supposed to.” You replied, “But I love you idiots!”

“We love you too!” They cooed back. “Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss!” Your friends began chanting, the rest of the team joining in with laughter.

Again, you could feel the tips of your ears heat up as you glazed nervously over at Wanda who looked just as embarrassed as you. “I can tell them to stop.” You said sheepishly.

“It’s not the worst thing I’ve been told.” Wanda answered playfully, repeating your earlier words back to you. “In fact, it would be an honor.”

With a deep breath, you leaned forward and connected your lips to the woman you had dreamed of for months and nothing had even felt more right. The only thing that made you pull away was the soft flick on your forehead.

“You can thank us now.” Yelena said smugly, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

Kate nodded in agreement. “We are clearly the best wingwoman of all time and you are forever indebted to us.”

Yelena and Kate wrapped an arm around each other in celebration as they watched you and Wanda. Having an idea, you looked over at Wanda and she seemed to understand you right away, “Can you feel the love tonight?” You both began to sing in unison, pleased smiles on both of your faces as you watched Yelena and Kate turn bright red.

And that is all folks! This is fic 1/4 that will be posted today in honor of my one year of posting my writing on tumblr! This is also loosely inspired by a tiktok I saw but I lost the link. Thoughts and comments always welcome :)

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