#let's meet in the purgatory of my hips and get well

[stupidpop]

folie à deux............

[lelianaslefthand]

i thought putting she's my winona on winona's playlist was cheeky but made the fatal mistake of forgetting that any song off of folie a deux makes me start acting rabid especially she's my winona so now im like

[melancholyghoul]

Consistently thinking of punk!eddie

I've been considering writing a fic where he performs at an alt bar on like Saturdays or something for extra money (roughly season 2 era), but doesn't tell anyone. Buck goes into that bar one night cause it's the end of Buck 1.0 and he's sick of his normal spots, absolutely shocked to see his coworker on the small stage holding a guitar.

Eddie holds his direct eye contact whilst singing lyrics such as :

My heads in heaven, my soles are in hell

Let's meet in the purgatory of my hips and get well

And

When I'm home alone I just can't stop myself

And you pull my head so close, volume goes with the truth

And

Wishing to be the friction in your jeans

And

I comb through the crowd, and pick you out

My mouth moves too fast for you to figure it out

It starts eyes closed to fingers crossed

To I swear I say

To I swear I say

To hands between legs, to whatever it takes

To drinks at the club, to the bar, to the keys to your car

[...]

To the love, I left my conscience pressed

Through the keyhole I watched you dress

Kiss and tell

Loose lips sink ships

[devouredflesh]

lets meet in the purgatory of my hips and get well

[chilegp]

My head's in Heaven, my soles are in Hell Well, let's meet in the purgatory of my hips and get well

w.a.m.s. by fall out boy, featuring. fa14 through the years.

[forbiddentaako]

My head's in heaven,

My soles are in hell,

Let's meet in the purgatory of my hips and get well

[obey-me-headquarters]

Imagine Simeon all needy and wanting MC, but they're busy doing homework/studying and they keep ignoring him. It drives him wild and they only allow him to get off by humping their foot/leg, all while he's still fully clothed

Kinks: a bit of foot fetish as you play with Simeon using your feet.

Gender neutral reader, no genitals are described belonging to the reader.

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Out of all the words you could use to describe Simeon, you didn't expect needy to be one of them. Yet there was no better word to describe him when the two of you got into a relationship.

The Celestial Realm is strict with its rules relating to who angels could date and what they're allowed to do while dating. So Simeon hasn't had much experience with sexual intimacy, leading to him being a bit.... excited.

It was like a flip gone off in your angel after the first time you two had sex, and now whenever the two of you are alone he's constantly crawling into your lap, his wandering hands trying to tease you into having your way with him.

It was all very cute and very effective.

But sometimes you had Shit To Do and couldn't toss your Devildom history book to the side and fuck him.

Like today, for example, with midterms coming up you're far too busy busting your ass studying to even spare a glance at Simeon. Try as he might to distract you with breathy sighs, lust-filled looks, and bite-able hips, you just aren't having it. You came to Purgatory Hall to get away from the chaos of the House of Lamentation and study, not be distracted by a sexy angel.

You didn't know that Solomon and Luke are currently out. The sorcerer doing Diavolo knows what, while the young angel is at the Demon Lord's castle for his weekly baking lessons. Leaving you and a very determined angel all alone.

After the millionth time of Simeon "accidentally" dropped his pen and bent over to grab it, giving you a full look at his plush ass, you snap your Demonic literature book shut.

"Simeon", you hiss with clenched teeth. The angel in question looks over at you with excited lust filled eyes. Not too excited for long, you think with a sadistic glint in your eye.

"Since you're so determined to show off, why don't you kneel in front of me, hm?"

With a confident grin, Simeon obeys and kneels at your feet. With the gaze he fixes you with after he does, you think he'll do better as a succubus, tempting morals to corruption, than an angel. Yet you resist and pick up your Demonic literature book and try to immerse yourself in it.

Simeon tries to divert your attention by arching his back and leaning into your lap, but you stay steadfast and ignore him. Letting out a puff of disappointment he leans further into your lap until his nose is nearly touching your crotch. With slow, sneaky hands he reaches up to touch. His fingertips ghosts over your pant before you snatch his hands and hold them above his head.

"What do you think you're doing?" You demand, voice low and full of disappointment.

Gazing up at you through thick eyelashes Simeon does his best to look innocent, "Just want to touch you, Master. Please, may I?"

With a tsk you set his hands to lay flat against the edge of your chair, baring him from being able to touch you.

"No, I'm busy. If you're a good little angel and keep your hands here, I might play with you a bit."

Simeon beams up at you, flashing you a grin that says he would never even consider disobeying you before he nods. "Of course Master. I'll keep my hands to myself."

Well, that's definitely a lie, you think before returning to your reading once again, but this time you push your leg forward until it meets Simeon's clothed cock. The angel flinches at the action, but like the good sub he (sometimes) is, he doesn't make any move to rut against it. You reward him by tracing your foot over his half hard cock before focusing on your book.

As the minutes tick by all that can be heard in the room is the ticking and toking of the clock and the rise and fall of both of your chests. With the angel's slowly getting more and more breathy as your leg presses against his hardening cock but remains unmoving.

Simeon shifts ever so slightly against you, seeking out that delicious friction for his needy cock but you simply move your leg back, cutting off all contact between you two.

"Master why?" Simeon whines, gazing up at you with pleading eyes.

"No moving, either you sit still and let me touch you or you don't get touched at all."

With a petulant sigh, he obeys and composes himself. After taking a moment to verify that he isn't going to move you return your leg to straddle his crotch.

This time when you return to your book your angel sits still, even as you feel the front of his pants get wetter and wetter. A spark of desire flashes through your own body and you decide to reward the well behaved angel by slowly shifting your leg up and down. Small mewls and whines spill out of Simeon's lips, but following your command he makes no movement to thrust against you.

Now thoroughly distracted by the pretty sounds, you glance over from your book to Simeon. His pupils are dilated, the black of his eyes spreading and eliminating nearly all traces of his irises. While his mouth hangs perpetually open as drool tickles down his chin and onto your chair. Soft breathy moans slip out of his spot shinning lip as his tongue hangs loose.

Swallowing down your own desire you pretend to focus on your book when your attention is on anything but it. Silently you remove your shoe from the leg that's currently in between Simeon's thighs before rubbing your foot against the wet patch staining his pants.

"M-Master!" Simeon groans, and you shush him.

"Quiet, angel, I'm trying to read." You're definitely not.

Slowly you move your foot to the top of Simeon's cock before leisurely trailing downward. You hear his breath catch in his throat, but he makes no move to chase the sensation, likely knowing that you'll remove your foot if he did, and he wants anything but that.

When you get down to the base of his dick you apply just the slightest bit of pressure against his balls, knowing that he likes a little roughness. Simeon groans at the feelings, head falling against the edge of your chair with a quiet thud.

Gripping your book so hard that you'll swear it'll tear, you move your foot upwards until the sole is flush against the entirety of his dick, your toes peaking over the tip.

"You know for an angel, I thought your dick would be a bit bigger." You remark.

Simeon whimpers at your words, and you hear nails scratching against wood as he claws at your chair.

Pushing him backward Simeon falls back first against the floor of his room as you stand to loom over him. Your eyes meet, yours carrying a sadistic glint in them, his rolling back in pleasure, both full of lust. All the while your foot never once strayed from its spot against his dick.

Easing off his cock just a bit, Simeon cries out in alarm, and you grin before pressing your foot back down.

"What a needy little thing you are, trembling against the floor like a cat in heat just because I'm adding a little pressure to your dick."

"I would say it's a bit more than a little press-"

"Quiet now, the grownups are speaking. I never thought an angel, a creature of the Lord, a being made of light and justice, would shamelessly wither against the foot of a human.

"Tell me, do you like being beneath me?"

Grinding your foot down on the slit of his dick, Simeon squirms below you, throaty gasps and whines slipping out of his lips. Unrelenting you press downward until he chokes out an answer.

"Y-yes! Oh Master I love it when you dominate me! When- when you show me my place."

"And where is your place?"

"Underneath, ah, it's always underneath you, Master!"

"Good boy."

And you realize.

With one final grind, Simeon spills into his pants, soiling them even more. As he slowly catches his breath you raise your foot off of his now soft dick and wipe away the mess onto his pant leg. Still gasping for breath Simeon stares up at you like the cat who got the cream.

You've been tempted.

"You naughty little angel."

[songsforchristmas]

i'm a young one stuck in the thoughts of an old ones head when all the others were just stirring awake im trying to trick myself to fall asleep again my head's in heaven my soles are in hell let's meet in the purgatory of my hips and get well hurry hurry you put my head in such a flurry flurry oh freckle freckle what makes you so special what makes you so special i'm gonna leave you (ooh ooh) i'm gonna teach you (ooh ooh) how we're all alone (all alone) how we're all alone oh oh guild me build me it's your club so let me in knowing how heartwarming it is inside your skin my head's in heaven my soles are in hell let's meet in the purgatory of my hips and get well hurry hurry you put my head in such a flurry flurry oh freckle freckle what makes you so special what makes you so special i'm gonna leave you (ooh ooh) i'm gonna teach you how we're all alone (all alone) how we're all alone oh oh (oooooooh ooh ooh ooooooooooh ooh ooh ooooooooooh ooh ooh ooooooooooh) hurry hurry you put my head in such a flurry flurry oh freckle freckle what makes you so special what makes you so special i'm gonna leave you (ooh ooh) i'm gonna teach you (ooh ooh) how we're all alone (all alone) how we're all alone oh oh

[rhinco]

when fall out boy said "my mind is a safe and if i keep it in we all get rich, my body is an orphanage we take everyone in" and "i'd promise you anything for another shot at life" and "but i must confess i'm in love with my own sins" and "let's meet in the purgatory of my hips and get well" and "i don't just want to be a footnote in someone else's happiness" and "i wanna scream i love you from the top of my lungs but i'm afraid that someone else will hear me"

[carhengeapocalypse]

Was thinking something about "my head's in heaven my soles are in hell let's meet in the purgatory of my hips and get well" and how Dean and Cas have been in all of those dimensions

And then i looked at the lyrics and w.a.m.s. is just a whole destiel song huh

[silly-lil-scribbles]

WELL MY HEADS IN HEAVEN MY SOLES ARE IN HEEEELLLLL ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ SO LETS MEET IN THE PURGATORY OF MY HIPS AND GET WEEELLLLLL ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[devilbrakers]

my head's in heaven, my soles are in hell. let's meet in the purgatory of my hips and get well....

[ao3feed-loustat]

by SucerLeSang

"Shh, shh. You're such a good boy for me, aren't you, Louis?"

Louis nods. He's giving in. He's relinquishing control. He's putting his trust in Lestat's hands. He's waiting for the angels to cover their eyes.

Words: 6274, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Lestat de Lioncourt, Louis de Pointe du Lac

Relationships: Lestat de Lioncourt/Louis de Pointe du Lac

Additional Tags: Buckle up this may as well be kink bingo, Top Lestat de Lioncourt, Service Top Lestat de Lioncourt, SIMP Lestat de Lioncourt, Bottom Louis de Pointe du Lac, Power Bottom Louis de Pointe du Lac, Submissive Louis de Pointe du Lac, Power Play, Power Exchange, Watersports, Breeding, Breeding Kink, mpreg fantasy, Puppy Play, Kinda puppy play...? Probably not in the way ur thinking, Filthy, Kinky, Kinky but sweet, Subspace, Heavy Subspace, Light BDSM, They fuck nasty but they also love each other, Warning: The smut is GRATUITOUS!!!! u see the word count??? Yeah half this shit is they fuckin raw, Anyways I need Louis knocked up barefoot pregnant back to back to back, Not Beta Read

[melancholyghoul]

Will never not be obsessed with the insane and hardcore flirty line in w.a.m.s of

My head's in heaven, my soles are in hell

Let's meet in the purgatory of my hips and get well

[hazardsoflove]

I’M A YOUNG ONE STUCK IN THE THOUGHTS OF AN OLD ONES HEAD WHEN ALL THE OTHERS WERE JUST STIRRING AWAKE I’M TRYNA TRICK MYSELF TO FALL ASLEEP AGAIN WHOAAAA MY HEADS IN HEAVEN MY SOLES ARE IN HELL LETS MEET IN THE PURGATORY OF MY HIPS AND GET WELL HURRY HURRY YOU PUT MY HEAD IN SUCH A FLURRY FLURRY OH FRECKLE FRECKLE WHAT MAKES YOU SO SPECIAL OH WHAT MAKES YOU SO SPECIAL I’M GONNA LEAVE YOU OH I’M GONNA TEACH YOU HOW WE’RE ALL ALONEEEE HOW WE’RE ALL ALONEEEE OH OHHHHH GUILD ME BUILD ME ITS YOUR CLUB SO LET ME IN (LET ME IN) KNOWING HOW HEARTWARMING IT IS INSIDE YOUR SKINNNNNNN MY HEADS IN HEAVEN MY SOLES ARE IN HELL LETS MEET IN THE PURGATORY OF MY HIPS AND GET WELL HURRY HURRY YOU PUT MY HEAD IN SUCH A FLURRY FLURRY OH FRECKLE FRECKLE WHAT MAKES YOU SO SPECIAL OH WHAT MAKES YOU SO SPECIAL I’M GONNA LEAVE YOU OH I’M GONNA TEACH YOU HOW WE’RE ALL ALONEEEE HOW WE’RE ALL ALONEEEE OH OHHHHH OOOHH AH OOOHH AH OOOH AH OOOHH AH OOOH AH OOHH A A A A A ALONEEOHOH ALL ALONEEEOHHH ‼️ ‼️ ‼️ ‼️ HURRY HURRY YOU PUT MY HEAD IN SUCH A FLURRY FLURRY OH FRECKLE FRECKLE WHAT MAKES YOU SO SPECIAL OH WHAT MAKES YOU SO SPECIAL I’M GONNA LEAVE YOU OH I’M GONNA TEACH YOU HOW WE’RE ALL ALONEEEE HOW WE’RE ALL ALONEEEE OH OHHHHH MAMA IF WE DON'T TAKE THE MEDICATION WE WON’T SLEEP FOR DAYS WE WON’T SLEEP FOR DAYS AND MAMA IF WE PRAY TO THE LORD OH DOES HE SING ON A STAGE DOES HE SING ON A STAGE WE WASTE IT ALL IN THE BACK OF A LONG DARK CAR AND I’M A SUNSHINE MACHINE UH I WANT TO GET STUCK I WANT TO GET STUCK AND BE GOLDEN IN YOUR MEMORY MMM MMM OHHHH OHHHH

[thekidsarentalright]

hiii atlas! as u know i am a wams girlie before i am anything else sooo if u want (ONLY if u want) could u do an analysis of wams? i’d love to look into ur mind for this song :3

also ily mwah mwah <333

hiiiiiii spi!!! i am so glad u asked me to do this because god i missed analyzing stuff and this one was VERY fun and interesting to do. so, without further adieu, under the cut is my analysis of wams!!!

as i tend to like to do w my analysis’ (analyses? whatever fksjdhf), we’re gonna start off with looking at the first verse and breaking it down as it needs to be from there, with wams starting off with: “I'm a young one stuck in the thoughts / Of an old one's head / When all the others were just stirrin' awake / I'm tryna trick myself to fall asleep again”

This entire first verse is very cohesive so is best to be analyzed together. to me, this is very much a commentary on the narrator’s loss of innocence, and this continued theme in the song of juxtaposition (here being the juxtaposition of young and old, others and myself), and loneliness too. essentially what i believe this first verse is trying to say is that our narrator is young, they know they’re still young, but they’ve been so weathered by the world, by their life experiences, that they feel their thoughts, their mind, is older than their body. not necessarily that they have an old soul at all, but more that they’ve just experienced and gone through so much that it’s altered their thoughts, maybe their view of the world, even. the second two lyrics continue to describe this, with the narrator saying that all other people are just beginning their lives and experiencing things, maybe just beginning true aging that can alter a person’s views and perceptions, while they’re trying to ‘fall asleep’, to shut his mind off, to quiet those thoughts and maybe even try to go back to where all the others just woke up from- a place of innocence and lack of world-view altering experience. 

“My head’s in Heaven, my soles are in Hell / Let’s meet in the purgatory of my hips and get well” is the pre-chorus that continues to solidify the juxtapositions seen throughout this song- with the obvious one here being Heaven and Hell. These lyrics are also continuing a commentary on the state of our narrator and their perception of the world and themself, with this essentially saying- their head, their thoughts (once again referencing their thoughts that have been altered and changed from innocent to not!) are only well intentioned, they wants to do his best and do good, their intentions/wants/hopes/dreams are in alignment with being Heavenly, approved by God. But one could interpret their soles being in Hell perhaps meaning their actions do not necessarily align with this, their Thoughts are good but what they Act Out is not as well intentioned or meaning. meanwhile, because their head is in heaven and feet are in hell, their hips are in purgatory- a neutral ground of sorts, where people go immediately after death to be purified before going to heaven. however, the narrator is dirtying the idea of purgatory by alluidng to sex with meeting in the purgatory of their hips to ‘get well’. with this, i think the narrator is absolutely trying to say that, to cope with their struggles, with the fact they want to act in one way but actually act in another, that they’re so young but feel so weathered by the world, they use sex. it’s a relatively common theme in fob songs, XO being a major example of using things like one night stands and sex to cope with heavy emotions and struggles, and i don’t think this lyric is at all immune from that theme. 

the chorus is rather interesting to me, with it reading, “Hurry, hurry / You put my head in such a flurry, flurry / Oh freckle, freckle, what makes you so special? / Oh, what makes you so special? / I'm gonna leave you / Oh, I'm gonna teach you / How we're all alone / How we're all alone”, and here i think the narrator, after spending the song before this detailing how damaged and weathered by the world, how they have sex just to escape their heavy feelings, is commenting on a person who perhaps, for once, actually helps ease the pain. that’s much more conjecture than actual hard analysis, but the lyrics clearly do lead me to believe that! with how they say this person, this muse, puts their head in a flurry and is almost accusatorily questioning what makes them so special. what makes them help our narrator feel Different than other people have made them feel. it’s something unfamiliar and uncomfortable to our narrator, and they respond much like an untrustworthy wild animal would towards kindness- lashing out. they’re gonna leave this person, they’re gonna teach them how we’re all alone. not only is the narrator leaving this person alone, but they’re forcing more loneliness upon themself because it’s what they’re used to. it’s comfortable to be lonely. plus, if they view everybody as alone, then they won’t be so othered from everyone else.

however, after our narrator pushes this person away, the next verse juxtaposes that with saying, “Guild me, build me, it's your club, so / Let me in (let me in) / Knowing how heartwarming it is inside / Your skin”. though this could be seen to be about a person, perhaps even the same person they were just talking about, i want to propose that the muse is shifted here. this song, to me, is really just account the narrators struggles and vices in life, and isn’t specifically about one muse or person at all. i feel, now, the narrator is discussing fame, or even more broadly just a desire for attention from anyone, not a specific person. even after forcing loneliness on themself, they don’t want to be alone. “Guild me, build me, it’s your club, so / Let me in” is showing the narrator’s desire to be included in something, to be built up by other people (turning themself into whatever others need them to be, even?), to get more attention and love that they desperately desire. they want this so bad that they want to be under their skin, which is commonly also a phrase used to describe when someone is annoyed/annoying someone, which Also says to me that they’re SO desperate for this love and attention that they’ll even go to lengths such as being irritating just to get it. 

until the outro, the rest of the song just repeats what we’ve already gone over with the pre-chorus and chorus, with the next new lyrics being the outro which says, “Mama, if we don't take the medication / We won't sleep for days, we won't sleep for days / And Mama, if we pray to the lord, oh / Does he sing on a stage? Does he sing on a stage? / We waste it all in the back of a long dark car / And I'm a sunshine machine / Uh, I want to get stuck, I want to get stuck / And be golden in your memory”, which is a lot so we’re gonna go break it down a bit more!

“Mama, if we don’t take the medication / We won’t sleep for days, we won’t sleep for days” is how the outro starts, with this making me think it could mean two things: to take it literally, they are just factually stating that if medication is not taken, sleep will not happen. this is just continuing to detail what the narrator has been the entire song, their problems and struggles with themself and the world. they struggle and suffer so much they need medication, whether this medication is literal as already discussed or more metaphorical/symbolic. what i mean by that is, maybe they don’t mean literal sleeping meds but instead mean they need what they use to cope- like sex, as was referenced earlier. or just the general things they do to get that surface-level love and attention they crave. i believe this also is such a heavy callback to the very beginning of the song, “When all the others were just stirrin' awake / I'm tryna trick myself to fall asleep again”, where the narrator is Now showing what they do to try and trick themself to fall asleep again.

“and Mama, if we pray to the lord, oh / Does he sing on a stage? Does he sing on a stage?” is probably the hardest to analyze lyric in this whole song, as i can’t say specifically what pete meant by this when he wrote it as it’s a sort of vague reference, very open to interpretation, i suppose. for my purposes, i feel as though this is the narrator wondering if they pray, maybe for a better life or less suffering or what have you, will god respond? will god respond in a grandiose way, singing on a stage, to me, representing god responding in a way that is clear and obvious (and helpful). i also feel this could be the narrator referencing finding solace and hope and help in music, asking if they pray to God, does God respond through things people use to cope, like with music. though i think this is meant to be interpreted less religiously than that sounds, with me more meaning if they pray, will they find hope in the things they use to cope and love, like in music. “We waste it all in the back of a long dark car / And I'm a sunshine machine”, is once again a lyric that i’m going to offer two interpretations for, both detailing the coping mechanisms the narrator has been referencing in this outro before now: sex and drugs. with sex, the narrator is saying they waste “it all” (themselves, their worth, their life) in the back of a limo (also a reference to fame!), with the sunshine machine part being more sarcastic with this interpretation, as clearly doing these depraved things to cope with life are not actually making them happy or sunshiney. with drugs, LSD used to be incredibly commonly called ‘sunshine’ (i also feel the need to mention that ‘sunshine’ is used to refer to drugs in 27 as well, which supports this being the ‘right’ interpretation) meaning the narrator could be saying they’re literally wasted in the back of a limo, while wasting themself and their life away, doing sunshine to make themself feel good in this depraved, conflicting, harrowing life they’re leading. the song ends with these lyrics, “I want to get stuck, I want to get stuck / And be golden in your memory”, a simple way to end such a complex and desperately sad song. the narrator, here, is essentially saying that they want to get stuck in your head, whether this be a literal fourth wall break to be saying they wanna get stuck in our, the fans, heads, or the former muse spoken about in this song, or just people’s head’s, broadly and unspecific. believe what you want, i can’t decide which fits best for you! and regardless, they want to get stuck in your head and become golden in your memory- golden, commonly meaning expensive and perfect, something to be sought after and revered. this absolutely fits with what we’ve heard from the narrator of the song so far- they just want to be loved and to have attention, they’re so horribly lonely and force themself to be lonely because it’s all they know. they’ve gone through so much, they’re so beaten and battered, they just want to be golden to somebody. they just want to be special to somebody, even if they'll end up pushing that person away. because as much as they want that, we're all alone, and that's all they think we'll ever be.