#im low on gas and you need a jacket

[imsogayyippee]

oh. that's gore. that's gore of my comfort character. /ref

[the-black-parade-system]

”but I will soon forget the color of your eyes

and you’ll forget mine.”

SCREAMING AND CRYING

[evilwithcarne]

“You're just another set of bones to lay to rest

I guess it's time to say goodnight

Hope you had a really good time

Good time

But I will soon forget the color of your eyes

And you'll forget mine…”

I’m low on gas and you need a jacket - Pierce The Veil

[josh-is-so-dun]

back on my emo bullshit

[soup-is-nice-sometimes]

Hey again, the silliest. Silly is back home. And I want to know this time what you think about this one song

ABSOLUTE BANGER !!!! i love ptv and cwts this is one of my faves from there 😭 it's so good and idc if the "and i will soon forget the colour of your eyes" line is overrated IT HITS HARD EVERY TIME !!!! (also good to hear you're back home!)

[digital-vic]

"slow conversations with the gun. mean more than ive ever said to anyone."

[pantheon-is-my-only-saviour]

So I’ve been listening/watching the acoustic version of Pierce The Veil’s I’m Low On Gas and You Need A Jacket.

I was scrolling down and reading the comments when I saw this.

and coming from someone who is going through a breakup, this speaks out to me.

Perhaps, I too will forget the colour of her eyes. I’m praying and waiting for that day to happen.

[cherryviscera]

... and youll forget mine

[cupcakes-n-cigarettes]

[musicabsorber]

GAHSHSH

#ilove #ptv #palmsprings

ugh im tired ok by:D

[geffenrecords]

ptv has good music but randomly vic says some really stupid shit .

[highandscared]

BUT I WILL SOON FORGET THE COLOR OF YOUR EYEEES AND YOULL FOORGET MIIIINE

SO KEEP IN HAPPINESS AND TORTURE ME WHIIILE I

TELL YA LETS GOOOOO IN STYYYYLE

(/); O;)/)

[imsogayyippee]

im low on gas and you need a jacket. timlex

[eefonline]

EEF !!! you should share your favorite song from each ptv album

OMG I SHOULDDD IM SO BAD AT PICKING FAVS THO THIS IS GONNA TAKE ME A WHILE N I MIGHT HAVE 2 LIST MULTIPLE 😭😭😭

ok

a flair for the dramatic — THE ENTIRE ALBUM IS MY FAV. i luv all of the songs sm so this is rlly hard BUT if i HAD 2 pick favs i’d say i’d rather die than b famous, wonderless, drella, diamonds n y men buy them, n prolly yeah boy n doll face. MAYBE PICKING 5 IS CHEATING IDC :P

selfish machines — OMG THIS ALBUM IS JST AS GOOD AS AFFTD,,,, i think i can pick out a favorite easier tho still going 2 have 2 list multiple LOL. ok soooo i think my favs would prolly b million dollar houses, idc if ur contagious, n fast times at clairemont high ‼️ (also kissing in cars if ur allowing me 2 count it)

collide w the sky — 1ST PTV ALBUM I LISTENED 2 IN WHOLE N ITS SUCH A GOOD ONE again it’s easier 2 pick out a fav 4 this 1 bc i quite literally HAVE A FAV!!!!!!!! it’s i’m low on gas n u need a jacket!!! that song was the title of my blog 4 so long obvi its my fav, but tbh the more i listen 2 collide w the sky, the more i start to like other songs, so yk, i will b listing hell above, bulls in the bronx, n a match into water as well

misadventures — 2ND PTV I LISTENED 2 IN FULL N PROLLY MY 2ND FAV AFTER AFFTD ??? IDK MAYBE MY 2ND FAV IS SELFISH MACHINES LOL defo the 1st i got a cd of at least n e ways my favs from this album r circles, today i saw the whole world, floral n fading, n bedlesss. all of the songs r so good tbh

the jaws of life — HAI WE’RE FINALLY AT PTV’S MOST RECENT ALBUM ‼️🗣️ again i like most of the album but i actually came up w favs faster than i expected myself 2, so i’d say my favs r even when i’m not with you, emergency contact, n damn the man, save the empire (also i DO RLLY LIKE flawless execution BUT i can be ur freak is a crazy line ,, vic really means that shit 2 LOL) (also also pass the nirvana is super good 2)

OK THANK U 4 THE ASK DEEDEEEEEE ID LUV 2 KNOW UR FAVS 2 :D

[ficyorick]

[BE] deleted scenes clean-up :) - ch3

i always put scenes im cutting out into a separate file, just in case i get to reuse them but these r definitely goners so i can share

Originally, the trip back from Pennsylvania to the cabin was a bit longer. I sort of cannibalized that moment to make the transition from Billy's being mad at Kessler to Billy taking it out on HL more of a punchy moment:

"Get the fuck out of my car." Billy turned towards the road and flipped the headlight control, switching to low beam. 

"I'm not in your car, buckaroo. I'm inside you." Kessler smiled his wide grin.

"Where were you taking me?" Butcher didn't acknowledge anything his dying brain was saying to him. "Where are we?" 

Kessler sighed like a parent who knew they just weren't getting through to their moody teen. He closed the glove compartment with a click, but not before dropping a pack of wet wipes on Butcher's knees. "On the way back. Figured you needed a distraction. We just got on 219, keep going straight and we'll be out of Pennsylvania soon."  

Butcher reached into the packet he himself dropped in his lap. He wordlessly wiped at his face and his hands, getting most of the already crusting blood off. The rest would have to wait till the cabin. Slowly, he released the handbrake and let the van start properly. Kessler leaned back in his seat, getting comfortable. 

"I could drive for you." He offered casually.

"No. I need to think." Butcher squeezed the gas pedal, eyes glued to the road. 

Kessler made a doubting noise in response but didn't press. 

It took them another day to get back where the cabin was. At some point, Butcher had to pull over and catch some shuteye in the back of the van. Kessler stayed in the passenger's seat while Billy changed his clothes to slightly less bloody and rolled a makeshift pillow from his jacket. He closed his eyes and saw only red, the bright red of the bunker corridor and the dark red of the blood from the Supes he ripped apart. Supes and whoever else was down there. 

Becca. Becca was down there too. 

Was she hoping to stop him? Stop Kessler? It was way too late now, she had to have known that. And even though she also was just a byproduct of his neurons dying off one by one, Butcher was mad that it was Kessler who got to see her. She wasn't real, she wasn't his Becca, she was just a hallucination. She was just him. Like Kessler. 

But he still wanted to hear her voice again.

When Billy woke up, he was in the driver's seat again and it was night already. This time, the control was given to him carefully, sensation by sensation, not all at once like after the bunker. 

"Oi, you twat." Butcher gripped the steering wheel again, feeling his hands as his again. 

Kessler was sitting back in the passenger's seat. "We're almost at the cabin. You're welcome." 

"I said I wanted to drive." Billy very quickly realized they were about to arrive at the very familiar driveway into the forest. He added more gas as soon as the surroundings began to make sense. 

"No, I know what you want." Kessler said and didn't elaborate, but the way Butcher sped up was enough of an answer for both of them. "You’ve been thinking about it ever since that gas station."

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and if ur still reading... the original ending to the ch3 looked like this. before the very painstaking edit process the whole HL-on-Butchers-lap scene was WAY more... you know. more handsy. i decided to downplay it considerably bc I felt i was jumping the gun too early and im glad i did, i prefer butcher more tortured about the whole thing. this ending is like. its rly good but its basically the same moment from ch5 when homelander leans into the touch and calls butcher scared. i had to choose which one of these moments i get to keep and i went with the one in ch5 bc its one of the first scenes i ever wrote for this fic haha:

Homelander convulsed a few more times underneath his palm, groaning and half-sobbing violently. Butcher managed to start and flick away another cigarette before the body underneath his palm finally grew still. He realized he still hadn't taken his hand away. Homelander made another pathetic noise and spat loudly into the bowl, before shakily lifting himself away. He could barely hold his head up and had to immediately rest it on the toilet seat, pressing his cheek against it. His face was red, completely exhausted. Skin covered in sweat, both his eyes and his nose leaking fluids, a thread of drool on his lips. He looked completely devoid of coherent thoughts in his head, just complete blankness. Until he finally regained some focus in those wet, blue eyes. Homelander sluggishly blinked at Butcher. His eyes squinted, flicking downwards. And suddenly Homelander was smiling at him. A small, sleepy smile. 

"Are you hard right now?" He asked him, already knowing the answer.

Butcher looked down. And stormed out of the bathroom.

[silly-lil-scribbles]

okay cant decide on lyrics to write on my lola shirt which one do i do?

sing death to the crown, man (juarez by gerard way)

so hold on tight

because I won't wait too long

in the drums of the beating rain (brother by gerard way)

may the poison set me free (may these noises startle you in your sleep tonight by ptv)

cold, empty mattresses and falling stars

my, how they start to look the same (im low on gas and you need a jacket by ptv)

permanent jetlag, please take me back, please take me back (20 dollar nosebleed by fob)

will you welcome your extinction in the morning rays? (the foundations of decay by mcr)

you say youre not listening and i said im wishing (20 dollar nosebleed by fob)

youre the broken glass in the mornin light

be a burnin star if it takes all night (save yourself ill hold them back by mcr)

you must fix your heart

and you must build an altar where it swells (the foundations of decay by mcr)

or just suggest something if it matches the vibe pretty please thats cool too

@geewaysgreendayhoodie which one do u think?