#the Spice Cabinet | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

cosmogyros · 11 days ago

Text

Today, Cinnamon was lamenting his inability to come up with band names, so I spontaneously gave a lecture that I hereby title: "How to Encourage Your Own Latent Creativity, or, 'Where Do You Get Your Ideas?'" (transcription below).

Him: The only reason I’m not in a wildly successful band instead of sitting at this desk is my inability to make up names for things Him: Literally the only reason

Me: I have GOT you Me: I have whole folders of name ideas stored on my computer

Him: Same way thinking up a team name is by far the hardest part of any pub quiz

Me: People names, song names, album names, band names

Him: >I have whole folders of name ideas stored on my computer How does your brain

Me: Well the secret is Me: And this is absolutely true, I’m not being funny Me: The more you practice noticing things that would make good names and writing them down every time you do, the better you get at noticing them Me: You’re probably saying or reading or hearing phrases all day that would make great names for things, but if you’re not in the habit of pulling out your phone and noting down every single one, your brain feels unappreciated and won’t put any extra effort into helping you notice them Me: Frankly even “Names for Things” would be a kind of fun band name Me: Be careful, though, Cinnamon, because if you do this too well, you might start looking at your source texts and suddenly EVERYTHING looks like a potential band name and you completely forget you’re supposed to be translating Me: This happened to me at work a lot Me: Translation texts are chock full of good names for things Me: It’s all in your perception

Him: Let’s see Him: Orthograde Flow Condition Him: Transtemporal Window

Me: Coming in strong, damn Me: Those are heavy af

Him: Non-Drug Therapy

Me: Hang on, I’m still stuck on Transtemporal Window

Him: From a misreading of a reference code: Malady Fork

Me: An instant classic Me: See? You totally got this Me: The other secret is to not start editorializing and scoffing at them, deciding if they’re “good enough” etc., because then you’ll convince yourself that NONE of them are good enough and your brain will stop seeing them Me: A good remedy for that problem is just to look at some real famous band names and remind yourself how stupid most of them are Me: All you gotta do is believe in the name and then it gains power

Him: Epicrisis Him: >A good remedy for that problem is… This is true Him: I know Dave Grohl hates the name Foo Fighters and regrets it immensely Him: As well he should Him: Because it’s a really stupid name

Me: >Epicrisis Fuckin genius Me: >Because it’s a really stupid name It really is hahaha Me: But it does roll off the tongue

Him: I’ll give it that

Me: Oh also you have to respect the magical power of misreading and mishearing Me: Probably a solid 10% of the names I come up with, lines for songs, etc. are all just misreadings or -hearings of something else Me: It’s an extremely fertile ground of creativity

Him: Like Malady Fork above

Me: Exactly

Him: I did actually start a list of potential song names a while back Him: Including some mishearings

Me: Or (especially for song lyrics) “mis-expectations”, as I call them – hang on, let me try to find some examples Me: >Including some mishearings Boom, you’re on the right track Me: Oh here we go Me: You know the song “Scar Tissue” by the RHCP? Me: There’s a line in the chorus that goes “With the birds I’ll share this lonely viewing” Me: But I used to hear “But the blood we shed is so lonely for you” instead Me: Which, nobody can deny, goes HARD

Him: Oh is that what that dickhead is saying Him: I think I’ve always heard it as “but the blood we shed, it’s a lonely view” Him: Which makes no sense

Me: So once I realized I’d got it so wrong, I was like, “wow, thank you brain” and wrote down my own awesome version to use in a song someday

Him: But nothing that comes out of that man’s mouth makes sense

Me: >I think I’ve always heard it as “but the blood we shed, it’s a lonely view” I feel extremely validated that your version is closer to mine Me: >But nothing that comes out of that man’s mouth makes sense Very true haha Me: I love singers who are hard to understand, they give me so many opportunities to mishear brilliant new lyrics

Him: How fortunate that there are so many

Me: Also when I listen to songs in other languages and I can only vaguely understand said language, my brain often fills in the gaps and invents its own translation Me: Which, again, is a great way to come up with new stuff Me: The secret to all of this is switching from thinking “oh I’m so dumb, I got that wrong haha” to “oh fantastic, my brain invented a lovely new idea” Me: You just gotta respect your own accidental creativity and take it seriously, and that will encourage more of it Me: That’s the end of my TED talk

Him: I thank you for the lecture and will subscribe to your newsletter for updates on future events

Me: Oh except here’s one more great example to end on: in Bruce Springsteen’s song “Ain’t Good Enough for You”, he actually sings: “Here comes the pitch / A swing and a miss” but I heard “If I’m a bitch / You’re a fucking abyss” which I’m OBSESSED WITH Me: So now you know two lines, at least, to look out for in future songs of mine someday hahaha Me: And if I get famous you’ll be able to reveal the sordid truth about my so-called “genius” in a tell-all interview

#creativity #songwriting #writing poetry #writing lyrics #writing #how to get ideas #i don't really know how to tag this but hey #cosmo gyres #the spice cabinet #(yes we've been reconstituted! somewhat)#(microsoft teams refuses to work on my computer ughhhh)#(so i can only use it on my phone. very annoying)#about writing #friends

3 notes · View notes

thenotsofantasticlifestory · 4 months ago

Text

Doctor's Orders

Law x GN!Reader

NSFW

Law doesn't take good care of himself so you decide to take good care of him

+++++++++++++++

You hated seeing him like this, no matter how many times you had forcibly pulled him from his work and forced him to eat or sleep he would always migrate right back to his desk, hunched over a selection of papers. He’d been working himself into a haze, eyes glazed over with every book and report and experiment that kept him occupied.

“Law, seriously when’s the last time you slept?”

“I slept last night,” he replied, eyes never moving from the current textbook.

“You passed out at your desk for an hour before immediately working again, that doesn’t count,” you crossed your arms. Law grunted in response.

Seeing the stubborn glare he gave you, you huffed. Enough was enough.

“Hey!?” Law yelped as you bodily pulled him from his desk, wincing as his back cracked from his slumped position.

“Y/N, stop.”

“Nope.”

He struggled but after several minutes to no avail, and reached the embarrassing realization that his lover was much physically stronger than him but he’d chalk that up to exhaustion for pride’s sake. You carried him over and quite literally threw him on the bed. Once his body hit the mattress Law hated how he nearly melted into the softness. Maybe he really did need to rest, but he wouldn’t allow himself to admit that. To his surprise, you wasted no time in crawling over him, beginning to work the fly of his jeans open.

“What are you doing?”

You gave him a glance, “Well I thought that was pretty obvious.”

A flush crossed his face, but he quirked a brow at you, “I thought you said I needed rest?”

You had yanked his pants down enough to reveal his boxers, running an idle hand along his soft length, “You do, but I figured I’d help you relax a bit first.”

Law pursed his lips, he didn’t want to admit you were right but the little touches against him were already beginning to send the blood pumping to his cock whether he liked it or not. And besides, who was he to say no when you were offering this? Lounging back on the bed he threw his hands behind his head in nonchalance, “Well if you insist.”

He could hear you chuckle low in your throat, aware of the heat it shot to his stomach, “Just sit back and relax, doctor’s orders.”

Law snorted, but his eyes pinched shut as he felt you begin to mouth along his length through the thin material of his underwear. You were just so warm against him, your breath hot and he felt the damp of your tongue as it ran along him. He could feel his breath thickening already, hands moving down to settle into your hair and dammit if he couldn’t feel you smirk against him. You continued to work your mouth against him, feeling him slowly begin to harden, as your hands wandered to his stomach, tracing the lines of muscles there and leaving soft little scratches. A sigh escaped his lips, it was relaxing having you mouth along his length. And soon enough he could feel the strain of it against his boxers, cock jumping at each little swipe of tongue and soft kiss. You pulled his boxers down, letting his cock spring free at last and he could hear you hum in approval. He chanced a glance to you, seeing the way you licked your lips as you kept your eyes on his length made him shiver in anticipation. You ran your fingers up and down him and Law bit back the gasp at finally feeling you on his bare skin. Grasping his cock, you placed a firm kiss against the shaft, a sharp exhale from Law at feeling your lips against him.

You set about teasing his cock with your tongue, alternating between petty little licks and long slow swipes of tongue, fingers ghosting along his length with the lightest pressure from your nails. Law felt a shudder run through his body, fingers tightening in your hair as he tried to urge you to give more, to take more of him into your mouth. Tracing a prominent vein with the tip of your tongue, you pulled back to study the precum that was already beginning to ooze from his tip.

Law noticed this pause in your attentions and jutted his hips with a grunt, “Fuck don’t stop now…”

You huffed a small laugh before taking the throbbing head of his cock into your mouth, tongue laving up the precum and Law let out a breathy curse. Your fingers traced the shaft before slowly sinking your mouth down, working him deeper into your throat and the slow pace at which you took him had Law breathing hard. Your nose finally met the dark patch of hair and you gave a swallow. Law’s eyes shot open, hips jumping at the contraction of your throat around him and accidentally gagging you. You pulled off, coughing and Law cursed at himself for his lack of control.

“Shit, sorry,” he stared down at you as you took a hand to wipe your mouth, “Are you okay?”

You cleared your throat before giving him a sly smile, “I’m fine, just give me a little warning next time yeah?”

Law felt a grin pull at his lips, resting his head back onto the mattress as his hand threaded through your locks again, “Well you do such pretty things with that mouth it’s hard to control myself.”

He could hear the huff you gave, fingers idly stroking along his length which twitched in response.

“Are you going to sit still for me now?”

Law nodded, already pushing your head back toward his cock eagerly. You gave a small laugh, tongue reaching out to drag thickly along his shaft. Law gave a visible little shiver as you took the flushed head back into your mouth, sucking around him while your hand loosely pumped. You took him deeper into your mouth, tongue laving against him and Law felt the high-pitched keen that escaped his throat, eyes pinching shut. You took him once again to the base and this time when you swallowed around him, Law managed to keep his hips down with a breathy gasp. You started a slow rhythm of bobbing your head up and down, tongue never stopping its constant tender presses against every part of him.

“Ah fuck, Y/N…so good…” he was almost ashamed at the whining tone of his voice, so unlike his usual tenor, but he was too far gone, relishing in the hot wet pleasure your mouth was giving him. His hips lightly raised themselves to meet each methodic bob of your head, just enough to kiss the back of your throat and he felt you hum in approval, the vibration sending little electric shockwaves through his entire body.

The hand that wasn’t helplessly tangled in your hair came up to pull at his own, needing something to ground himself. He could feel himself rub at his flushed face, hand slipping over his mouth to muffle any more little desperate whines, breathing hard through his nose. He felt you swallow again, the groan reverberating deep in his throat and then suddenly you pulled off him. His breath hitched at the cold air that met his cock and he moved the hand covering his mouth to stare down at you.

“Why’d you stop?” he breathed.

“Take your hand away from your mouth,” you said, “I want to hear all those cute little noises you make.”

Law felt himself flush deeply, lips pursing into a thin line.

You saw this and traced a finger along him, “If you don’t, I’ll stop right here.”

Law opened his mouth to speak for a moment before snapping it shut as he gave a frustrated huff, head falling back onto the bed petulantly. He was pitifully hard and the want for release overpowered any sense of shame. His hand moved instead to tangle into the sheets next to him and seeing this, your lips pulled up into a smile. You snaked your hands around his thighs to pull him closer, fingers teasing at the sensitive flesh that had goosebumps erupting across his skin.

“Good, now just relax for me Law.”

You took him deeply into your throat, sucking hard, and the legs you held in your firm grip jerked and spasmed. Giving a deep hum as you slowly pulled of him with a pop, Law gave a breathy whine at the loss of contact. You leaned forward, taking one of his balls into your warm mouth, rolling it around your tongue and Law keened, his hand twisting harder into the sheets, his breath quickening. As you gave his other ball the same treatment, you could see the beads of milky cum already pearling and dripping down his shaft.

Placing a soft kiss against the base of his length you murmured, “Tell me what you want Law.”

Law whined, “Want you…need you, please Y/N I need to cum so bad…”

You sucked the head into your mouth, the taste of salty precum coating your tongue before taking him wholly into your throat. A needy moan spilled from Law as he shut his eyes against the pleasure, body arching off the bed. You tightened the grip you held around his thighs more firmly, holding him down as you started to suck him off in earnest, head bobbing at a faster pace, cheeks hollowed from suction. Law’s entire body spasmed, hips bucking desperately against your firm grip to meet each of your thrusts as broken little curses and pitched sounds came bubbling from his lips.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Law was aware of how pathetic he sounded, the breathy little whines and moans filling the room as if he had never had his dick sucked in his life, but your throat was slick and tight around him, taking him to the base with ease and it’s all he can focus on is bucking his trembling hips up into that sweet wet heat. He could feel his eyes already rolling back as his body arched, hand fisting your hair tightening hard enough to pull at the roots.

“Y/N…!” he felt his voice crack, “gonna cum…need to cum-ah-please…!”

You moaned deeply in your throat sending shuddering vibrations through him as a hand came to tease at his balls, mouth continuing its rushed pace of taking him whole. The onslaught of pleasure broke Law, every muscle running taught as his vision went white, releasing hot spurts of cum deep into your throat. You milked him through his orgasm, sucking and swallowing around him, drinking up every last drop of his essence and once you felt him start to soften in your mouth, you pulled off delicately. Law’s entire body shivered, as he took deep shuddering gasps of breath, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. You wiped at your mouth, taking a few deep breaths now that your airway was clear and releasing Law’s trembling legs. He was still hopelessly blissed out as you finally lay down next to him, pulling the covers up to tuck you both in.

With a few slow blinks, Law came back to himself and swallowed, his throat feeling dry and hoarse as he meets your eyes.

“Feeling relaxed now?” you asked.

Law can’t help the chuckle that escapes him as he pulls you close to him, limbs wrapping around your body which you eagerly return.

“Very,” he breathed out, “thank you Y/N.”

+++++++++++++++++++++

Tag List: @fanaticsnail