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the--blackdahlia · 6 years ago

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This Life Chapter 16

Title: This Life Chapter 16

Summary: Dean Winchester is the Vice President of the motorcycle club The Hunters. After almost 7 years in prison, he's free. But things have changed and Dean has to figure out how to put things back together.

Warnings: Language, mentions of drug use, this chapter is pretty sad

AN: Thank you to the lovely @sams-serialkiller-fetish . The song for this chapter is Come Join the Murder by The White Buffalo & The Forest Rangers

Sam was curled up in the passenger seat of Baby as Dean drove them back to Wolfpine. He had his arm cradled against him and his eyes were closed. Dean kept casting glances over at him. The kid had worked himself up the minute Ellen stepped out of the truck and asked where Benny was. Jim had forced him to take a couple pills from the med kit that Bobby kept in the truck and before Dean knew it, his not so little, little brother was snoring softly beside him in the Impala.

Dean was exhausted. He couldn’t wait to get back to Wolfpine and collapse onto his bed. And he had the pull out couch for Sam to sleep on for the night. Unless he decided that they needed to spend the night in John’s old house. But Dean didn’t think it was a very good idea. Plus, they had the Wayward Sons following them to Wolfpine to think of a plan in case the remaining Horsemen decided to retaliate for Azazel’s death.

Bobby had called in some favors with a couple sheriff’s who owed him a thing or two. Benny’s body would be returned home, and the bodies of Azazel and the henchmen would be dealt with. Jody assured Bobby of that. Bobby could focus then on putting Benny to rest. His dad was currently drinking his way through Atlantic City, and his mom was on her honeymoon with her new husband in Europe. Bobby doubted that either would be there to say goodbye to their son.

And then there was Sam. That kid had been through more trauma in the past year than any of them had. He had watched as a fire destroyed everything, he watched his dad shot in the chest and was left for dead, and then he was chained up to watch as a man who was like a brother to him was shot in the head and killed. Bobby didn’t know about what Azazel had told Sam, and neither did Dean. Bobby didn’t know about Sam’s downward spiral into depression that John managed to pull him out of. Dean was afraid it was going to happen again.

“Sammy.” Dean said gently when he parked Baby in Winchester-Singer’s lot. Sam groaned and slowly opened his eyes. “Hey, we’re at the garage. I thought we could stay here tonight then head to my place tomorrow.”

“Okay.” Sam said softly, opening the door and slowly getting out, stretching his long legs as he did. He had been asleep when they stopped in New Mexico. He didn’t even remember Dean making him get out of the car to use the bathroom and forced him to eat a little something that the medicine in him wouldn’t screw him up too much.

“How’s your arm?” Dean asked, coming around to look at Sam.

“It’s fine.” He whispered, but he was holding it close to him. Dean was sure that it was probably hurting. He followed Sam to the building. He could hear the others pulling in. But Dean knew that Sam needed time away from all of them. Hell, he needed time away from all of them. So they made their way through everything to the room that Dean used to sleep in when he just couldn’t handle being around John, until he got the apartment that was. It wasn’t much. A large bed mainly. But that’s all they really needed. They needed sleep.

“Let me look at that.” Dean said when he closed the door behind him. Sam held out his arm for Dean to check it out. He knew basic first aid. And he knew how to change bandages. He was going to make sure that they were always clean and taken care of. “It looks fine. It should heal nicely.”

“Thanks.” Sam sighed and set down on the bed. “You want the bed?”

“I think there’s enough room we could share.” Dean laughed. “And I’ll even keep my boxers on.”

“God, you’re ridiculous.” Sam said, kicking off his boots and laying back on one side of the bed. Dean kicked off his own shoes and his vest was next. He tossed himself down on the bed.

“God, this thing stinks.” He shook his head, not wanting to know what had been done on this bed. “I’m replacing it once everything is done and over with.” Sam didn’t answer. Dean looked over to find Sam fast asleep. He couldn’t help but smile. “G’night bitch.” He said, turning over and falling to sleep himself.

****

The next morning, there were not alarm clocks. Everyone slept in as much as they could, just enjoying their moments of peace. They knew that war was on the horizon, especially once the other princes found Azazel. They also knew that they were going to have to bury Benny. Bobby had tried over and over again to get a hold of either of his parents, but nothing.

Sheriff Mills came by in the afternoon. Dean was out in the garage, trying to focus on a car to keep his mind off of everything. The Wayward Sons were staying at John’s old home for the night. Bobby had never sold it, figuring that Sam might want it during the summers or something. Or that Dean would get tired of that apartment and want a change. Lucifer, Andy, Gabriel, Ruby, and Meg were all there, waiting for the other shoe to drop and war to break out.

“Dean Winchester.” Jody said, walking up to him. Dean smiled some.

“Hey Jody.” Dean said, wiping his hands on a shop rag. She could tell that his smile wasn’t reaching his eyes though and she immediately hugged him. She might have been on the Hunters payroll, but she was also a friend. That’s what made it a little easier to look the other one every once in awhile.

“Benjamin Lafitte has been released to the North Star Hospital Center.” Jody explained to Dean. “So you guys can arrange…” Dean nodded.

“Thanks Jody. We really owe you.” Dean said. Jody looked up then and smiled some as Sam came out into the garage, favoring his arm.

“Sam.” She hugged him, careful to miss his arm. “Welcome home.”

“Thanks Jody.” Sam said softly. “Hey Dean, have you seen Jim?”

“No, not yet. Your arm hurting?” Dean asked. Sam nodded. Dean was about to say something when some new bikes pulled into the lot. Jody was a little on edge. “It’s ok Jody, they’re friends.” Dean said. Andy took his helmet off and looked over at Sam and Dean.

“You okay?” He asked, walking past Jody.

“I’m fine.” Sam sighed. Jody took this time to size up the Wayward Sons. Andy seemed okay. Meg and Ruby weren’t too bad. Gabriel looked a little rough around the edges. Lucifer was fucking scary.

“I could score you some Demon Blood man.” Lucifer said. “It’ll stop all the pain.”

“Yeah, and it’ll stop him from being a functioning human being.” Ruby hissed. “Don’t even bring that shit around here.”

“Demon Blood?” Dean asked. “What the fuck is that?”

“Street drug and nasty.” Jody told him. “I just had to interview a couple of girls who had been slipped it in their drinks.” Dean watched Ruby awkwardly rubbed her arm as Jody spoke. “Moderation shouldn’t cause any life altering effects. But too much and overdoses can really fuck you up.”

“Can we change the subject?” Sam asked. “I don’t need Demon Blood. Just some low grade, over the counter painkillers and I’ll be good.”

“What happened anyway?” Jody asked.

“I got shot.” Sam said dismissively before he headed to where Ellen and Jo were to see if they had anything.

“Well, I guess you guys have things to attend to.” Jody said. “Let me know when the funeral is. I’d love to pay my respects.” She patted Dean’s arm and offered a small smile. “And tell Bobby to give me a call.” She left then. Dean went to go make the arrangements to have Benny buried. He didn’t want him to lay there and rot because his parents couldn’t give a shit about him. He also needed to research whatever this Demon Blood shit was.

“She was addicted to it.” Andy said to Dean, startling him some. “Ruby was. She was kicked out of her home, lost her job, everything. All she wanted was more of it. But she pulled herself out and is very anti Demon Blood.”

“Why is it called that?” Dean asked.

“No matter what form it’s in, it’s a deep red. It looks like blood. And it causes the user to hallucinate. A very common side effect is they believe they have powers.” Andy looked over at Lucifer, who was talking with Meg and Gabriel. “Lucifer OD’ed on it. That’s why he’s insane.”

“That did that to him?” Dean asked.

“Gabriel said he had a slight mental illness anyway. And he got hooked on Demon Blood. And he just took more and more until his body couldn’t take it anymore.” Andy explained. “Sam got lucky. He took it once and it made him sick and he promised to never take it again.” Andy realized as soon as the words left his mouth, he shouldn’t have said them.

“Wait...what did you say?” Dean asked.

“Nothing.” Andy shook his head.

“Sam took this drug?” Dean asked. Andy sighed.

“Once, as a moment of weakness. Right after Jess died. But he got so sick that the benefits were overshadowed. And he promised all of us and God himself that he would never do it again.” Andy could see the anger bubbling away under Dean’s skin. What else had Sam neglected to tell him? Instead, Dean stormed off, leaving Andy there. He went to find Bobby so they could get ready to bury Benny.

****

The funeral home was quick to have things set up. So it was the next day and they were ready. Benny was prepped and placed in a closed casket. It was sunny and warm. Every trope in movies said it was supposed to rain. So it couldn’t really be a funeral.

It was a graveside service. The funeral home did bring Benny to the cemetery via hearse, and the Hunters and Wayward Sons were the pallbearers. While the Wayward Sons had only known Benny a couple of days, they felt obligated to stand there by the Hunters. Ellen and Jo sobbed. Especially Ellen. She had watched Benny grow up from a chubby toddler to a man.

Sam was one of the first to leave when the ceremony was over. He had to get away. He needed air. So he stormed off, running away to a club of trees where he could sit and be alone. But he wasn’t, because Dean was right behind him.

“Sammy…” Dean said. “We got revenge for Benny and for dad.”

“You think that Azazel planned this all on his own?” Sam asked. Dean was about to speak up. “There are three more princes out there, plus their fucking henchmen. Dean, we have to stop them all.”

“And we will in due time.” Dean said. “We just buried Benny.”

“They won’t care.” Sam told him. “And if what Azazel said is true…”

“What? What did he say to you?” Dean asked.

“He told me that he slept with mom when her and dad were separated and that I have a good chance of being his kid.” Sam told Dean. “I don’t believe but…”

“Dad told me about that.” Dean said. “You’re not Azazel’s son. Even if you were, it didn’t change anything. Dad loved you so much.”

“But…”

“No buts Sammy. You’re a Winchester, that’s all there is to it. You ain’t getting out of this family that easy.” He smirked at Sam, who rolled his eyes. “Come on. I think a trip up to Austin for a burger is in order. My treat.”

“Can we take Baby?” Sam asked.

“Of course. Probably hard to steer your bike with that arm anyway.” They headed back to the others. They had gotten a ride with Bobby. Dean didn’t mention anything about what Andy had told him about Demon Blood. He just wasn’t in the mood to fight with Sam. He got his brother back and he wanted to keep it that way. He didn’t want to push him away.

And a trip to Austin really could do them both a lot of good.

****

Aguila, Arizona

Azazel’s body laid on a table as Asmodeus, Alastair, Ramiel, Lilith, Abbadon, and Dagon stood around. It had been chaos when the princes had came back from a run to Mexico and found their fourth dead on the ground. This just stunk of Hunters. Alastair was sure of it.

“They’re all dead.” Asmodeus finally said. “The Hunters have to be exterminated.”

“What do we do?” Ramiel asked.

“We slaughter them like the pigs they are.” Lilith hissed. She held Azazel’s favorite pistol in her hands. “I want to kill at least one of them.”

“Lil, just breathe.” Abbadon said. She looked at the others.

“Actually, I think it would be a fantastic idea to include the girls.” Alastair said. “They have a moral code. They’re not going to willingly shoot women. And they don’t have women in their group. It would be the perfect distraction.”

“Then let’s get ready.” Asmodeus announced. “I want the Hunters dead by the end of the week.”

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tracelii · 7 years ago

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Miss You

Some more post-eyesagao shenanigans/angst/different adult!AU. This is for both of my frendos who are working so hard I love both of them u can do, you guys, you can do!!! @poketin @ellieofmidnight

“Oh yes, I’m definitely leaving you.” He spoke over the phone. “I’m meeting her now. It’s over, man, sorry.” Ian paused, then “Damn, that’s a lot of girlfriends. I guess I can’t compare.” But he chuckled. “Yea, it’s an old high school friend, I guess we’ll catch up and then I’ll head back your way, okay?” The male lifted his head, looking around for any familiar faces. Annoyance crossed his face, but it didn’t last long with the phone still over his ear. “I love you too, you idiot.” He felt the need to whisper- not that he was embarrassed, but he did so with a goofy grin he’d definitely have to get rid of before his friend arrived. “Yea. See you later.”

It was a typically cloudy day, specks of rain beginning to reveal itself, but still Ian held off on moving inside. It had been like this all day, and to be honest, it was kind of nice. Cloudy, and sort of cool, with tiny beams of sunlight sometimes escaping the cover. It wasn’t raining totally, so as long as she showed up soon, the cover of the table umbrella should keep them dry.

Speaking of, where was she? Ian looked around again. People were coming and going outside of the café, not busy enough to be called ‘busy’, but certainly alive this late afternoon. People sat at the surrounding tables, also not worried that it would start raining. They laughed and ate amongst themselves, and Ian tried hard not to stare- he knew he had a resting bitch-face and didn’t want to scare off the locals, sitting at this table by himself.

“Ian?”

He lifted his head at the call of his voice, and had a snarky reply ready to let loose, but took a moment to take in the sight before him. There, smiling warily, was his old high school friend, Elsa.

After what they had been though, ‘friends’ seemed like a tame word. She was more like… his annoying-ass sister who he had to look after as they both faced the unknowns of the void, the place he would be stuck in his sleep, and also the demon terrorizing their friends and driving them insane. She also occasionally looked after him too, he had to admit.

But that was such a long time ago. High school seemed like a far off nightmare that he definitely didn’t want to recall, even as he was doing It right now. He grimaced.

“Do I look that bad?” She pointed at him. “Hey, nice beard. And hair.”

“No.” He said. “I mean, you don’t look your best, unless this is your best, then you look fine.” Ian said casually. He pointed at the open chair waiting for her.

“Honestly, I cant tell if that’s an insult.” She took a seat, and rubbed at her eyes. “I’m just a little tired, is all. I haven’t been sleeping.”

“That’s what I mean… You look like you rolled out of bed two minutes ago.” Ian sighed out of his nose- He wasn’t meaning to be mean, especially on after not seeing Elsa for some odd years, but something about her was just sticking out, and he couldn’t pick it. Her hair was pulled in a messy bun, and she was wearing sweat clothes, and underneath her eyes were dark. He started to empathize with the possible worry in her expression “Are you… alright?” He asked.

“Who me?” She waved at him as if he was being silly. “You don’t get to be an asshole now, Mcqueen.”

An irked smile twitched at the corner of his mouth. That sounded a lot more like her, at the very least. “I’ll be sure to open every conversation with an insult from now on.”

“That’s the Ian boy I know!” Elsa leaned forward, a kind smile finally gracing her face. “So… whatcha been up to?”

“Uh. Life stuff.” Ian said. He knew the question would inevitably come up after not seeing Elsa for so long, and yet he had no answer available. “Work. Boyfriend. Stuff.”

“Very gay, I love it.”

“Work is not gay. It’s the least gay thing in my life. It’s homophobic.”

“Someone at your job is homophobic?”

“No, working is homophobic because I hate it.”

Elsa snorted, and shook her head. “You’re an idiot.”

“Not more than you are.” Ian shot back. “So—what have you been up to?”

“Uh…” Elsa said slowly. “Life stuff?”

“Mmhm, A+ original answer.” Ian sipped on this previously abandoned water, but he kept his eyes on Elsa. There was something… there was still something off. She still looked…. Not all there. He didn’t know how to describe it- like… if Elsa was, at her best or even at her worst, 100% Elsa, right now she was like… 85% Elsa.

Even back then, when all that shit was going on at school, Elsa remained ‘100% Elsa’. It was the most admirable thing about her- how she managed to keep true to herself even in the most shitty of situations.

“Well I mean… I’m not dating anyone.” She shrugged, finally glancing away from him, and letting her gaze wander onto the street. “Me and Mimi have been off and on, but she’s visiting some family in Europe for a few months, so we haven’t talked too much.” She shrugged again. “Work stuff. Uh…” She rubbed the back of her neck now, just for the movement. “Been trying to get in contact with Traci and Ellie for a tiny bit. Just texts so far. They’ve been super busy.”

“So I’m you’re last resort.” Ian said with a chuckle. “You know I’m gay, right?”

“Listen, you fuc-“

“Can I take your order?”

They both looked at the waitress who unknowingly arrived just in time. Ian, gifting Elsa with the sassiest smirk he could muster, just ordered a muffin and some tea. It was a good morning snack since he’d eaten before coming here.

“Uh… Nah, I’m good.” Elsa shifted again. Ian noted it this time, she just kept… moving. Making the motions to make the motions.

“Water?”

“No thank you.”

Ian eyed her now as the waitress, just as confused over the situation, politely let them back to their conversation as she went to put Ian’s order in.

“Is this… a money thing?” Ian asked. “Do you need money?”

“I’m not broke, but thanks, you’re welcome to spend all your money on me if you’d like. I hope the brutalboyfriend isn’t too mad at you being a sugardaddy.” Elsa said warily.

“Elsa, there’s something going on.” Ian finally cut in.

For a second, they stared at each other, and Elsa’s lips parted as she grasped for words to compile into some sort of answer.

“No.” Ian cut her off before she began. “There’s something… off. I’ve seen you tired before. All those nights you couldn’t sleep in school, you were still you. Even when--- even when it should have impossible, you kept your chin up. I know it’s been a while, but there’s something—“

“I thought--- I thought I was in the void.” Elsa said breathlessly. “A few months ago I thought I went back to the void.”

Ian’s mouth hung open. “-wrong. What? What?” The void didn’t disrupt him as much anymore- he still had to interact with the mysterious place he went to as he slept, but it only happened every once in a while- once a month. If he kept them happy, they would leave him alone, that was pretty much it. “You’ve been to the void?” As far as he knew, the void (as it was somehow a ‘where’ and a ‘who’ at the same time) rather plainly disliked Elsa. It was he, Ian, who started bringing her along with him every night (back when the void forcefully whisked him away every time he slept) when Anti was trying to scare Elsa out of trying to save Ellie and Traci by giving her nightmares.

“Here’s your order.”

Dumbfounded, he stared at Elsa glance out into the lack of traffic as his muffin and tea was set before him. The waitress probably had asked him something- probably if he needed anything else, but his eyes were wide and he was frozen. He didn’t say anything, and the waitress quickly excused herself.

“No… No.” Elsa said quietly, once the girl had left. “I thought it was. It was…. I was dreaming. It felt real at first, but I can tell the difference. Dreaming eventually feels like dreaming. Being in the void was like being wide-awake the whole time.” She looked down.

Ian remembered to breathe, and looked down at his almond poppy muffin as unspoken relief washed over him. “Okay.” He said, and sighed again. “Sorry, I jumped to conclusions. What about… the dreams?”

“It made me realized that I missed them.”

Ian, for the millionth time paused, leaving Elsa the chance she needed to elaborate.

“Uhm… the girls.”

“The… void girls.”

“Yes.”

“The ones who seduced you and tried to keep you in the void and tried to kill me. The ones who were like… evil versions of you and Traci and Ellie.”

“Uhm… They were, misunderstood. Anti made them, yea, and they did try to kill us at first, but they changed.”

“They weren’t real.”

Elsa winced. “They were. Even before they had our faces, they were part of the void… but Anti gave them an identity.”

“Your identity, Elsa.”

“No—I mean--- they became their own people!” Elsa said. Her body was tense. “You---- you just don’t get it.”

“Yea, I don’t.” Ian shot at her. “They’re long gone. What do you want with them?”

“Uhm…” Elsa said again. “I… have you see them, when you go to the void? Do they say anything about me? I… I wonder how they’re doing all the time. I worry about them.”

“Elsa, I haven’t—I haven’t seen them.”

A shiver ran though the girl’s body, and she grew embarrassed. “Wow… wh… what a relief. Hey, hows everything in the void anyway?” Her eyes focused on his muffin, then his tea, then her hands. She avoid his critical expression. “Judy still there? The plant, I mean. Does it grow? Does the tv still have those stupid knobs? The couch still comfy?”

“You… You miss everything, don’t you?”

“Huh?”

“You miss me.” Ian said slowly. “You miss the void. You miss the void girls. The real girls.”

“N--… No-“ Elsa shook her eyes, but they next time they met, he held her gaze with a challenging one of his own. “I don’t miss them!” Her voice shot up, cracking, then she nervously looked around- a few people were looking, and she ducked her head. “No, I just… Maybe—Maybe if I can just go back to the void. You can take me back there. I just want to see them- I want to make sure theyre okay.”

“Elsa.” Ian said slowly. “I’ll even admit. They weren’t totally evil. And you saw something good in them that I didn’t see in them- that Anti didn’t even see in them… but they’re just part of the void. I know you’ve been wanting to check on Ellie and Traci, and hang with them again, but you cant use the void and Grace and Kelly to fill that. You’re missing it, and belive me, I got that, sometimes the void felt like—I don’t know, that it gave you purpose outside of school shit. But that’s in the past for you- its almost in the past for me. You have to move on.”

“Ian.” Elsa said, her voice trembling now. “They need me to take care of them-. They need me.”

“Who. Which ones are you talking about?”

“Ellie.”

“Ellie?” Ian questioned.

“No! I said Kelly, you heard me. I know Ellie’s a grown-ass woman, she can take care of herself.”

“You said Ellie because you miss her.” Ian said. “And you think that even if you find Kelly and Grace, that it’ll fill what you miss about your friends. Did you really try to contact them? I spoke with Traci just last week. She’s not that hard to get a hold of. Are you sure you tried to contact them?”

“Ian you’re fucking confusing me. I never was talking about Traci or Ellie.” Her voice twisted unpleasantly as she tried to keep a cap on her volume. “You’re… you’re putting words in my mouth.”

“I’m not going to take you to the void.” Ian said, his voice sharp.”If you really missing something you need to connect with your friends. Your real friends.”

“Fuck you.” Elsa’s voice was quiet, but shook with rage- with—grief. “They would call me if they wanted to. They’d come see me if they wanted to, Ian. But Grace and Kelly cant do that. I’d… I’d even like to see Chelsa again.” Tears spilled from her eyes. “I just need to see them, I just need to make sure they’re okay, okay? How dare you try this psycho-analyzing bullshit on me.”

Ian leaned in closer to her. “I don’t know how to help you, but this isn’t the way. How about we just---“ There were certainly eyes on him. “Lets just head back to my place, and talk about this.”

“In the void?”

“No.”

“That’s what I thought.” Elsa shoved at the table, knocking over Ian’s water, and knocking the air out of him just a bit as the table bumped against the body. He coughed, and raised his hands as the water spilled in his lap, then started climbing up to his feet. “Elsa-“

“Stay the fuck away from me!” Elsa stumbled as she stood up after another shove parted her from the table enough to stand. Her world spun, and she gripped the table, but she laughed harshly, and stood up again. “Why did I think you’d ever want to help anyone but your god-damn self.”

“Elsa!”

But Elsa’s head was pounding, and she could feel hundreds- millions of eyes on her. She shook her hand, rubbing at the tears, shed and unshed, and rushed out of the fenced in group of tables.

Ian went up to go after her, but by time he had dug his cash to leave for the tea and muffin, she was nowhere to be seen. He gritted his teeth, trying to politely pull attention off of him. He opened his phone as it rang, and put it up to his ear, but moved onto the sidewalk, looking for sight of her.

“Listen, I’ll have to call you back.” He said quickly, and hung up. Surely, his boyfriend or whoever the hell that even was would understand.

-----

The girl blinked as she looked at her phone, the ‘call ended’ screen blinking at her. “Wow…” he sounded in quite a rush. Her grey-ish, blue-ish eyes spotted her bag and she tugged it off the turntable baggage claim.

Ellie turned back to the familiar Japanese airport, and smiled a bit to herself, feeling at home once again. She couldn’t wait to see her apartment and her friends (if Ian ever remembered to call her back). A thought occurred to her, and her expression brightened as she moved to hail a taxi.

She could probably hang with Elsa! They needed time to catch up, honestly- they hadn’t spoken in so long…

“I hope she misses me as much as I miss her.” Ellie said to herself with a chuckle.

#technically eyesagao #eyesagao #adult!au #eyesagao elsa #eyesagao ian

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billburr-moved · 8 years ago

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ok so i’m just going to ramble about my band underneath the readmore.. pls tell me if U Like Them. feel free to send me anon hate about them

they're called manifest marsha, originally the manifest marshalls, and theyre active from 1958-1989, sometimes touring together afterwards but not really , they have a psychedelic sound honestly and are kind of like.. psychedelic prog?

ok so basically they're a group of boys , ben, born 1939, the lead songwriter, lead keyboard, and vocals . paul, born 1940 , the lead guitarist and lead singer, he sounds super duper feminine and his voice is like.. hauntingly beautiful. rick, born 1940, plays the bassist and is also a songwriter, he keeps ben at bay because ben is honestly such a little fighter and like.. rick keeps him calm? joey, born 1941, is a fat lil stoner drummer and he plays like.. ringo more than keith drum wise if that makes sense

i only have a few of their albums, but ethese are the ones i have so far:

The Manifest Marshalls (1958)

1. Walk Down Beauchamp Place 2. May I Take Your Hand 3. Let's Make Memories 4. Marsha / 5. Tenez-moi Pour Toujours 6. In Love, Without You 7. Dancing In The Rain 8. Englishman's Delight

this is their first album they ever made it's filled with shitty 50s love songs .. it never really got anywhere except for london’s lower class families because it was inexpensive and everywhere

Rebranding The Marshas (1964) 1. What Are You Doing 2. Life's Not Worth Living 3. Let's Get Rocking 4. Psychedelic Blues 5. Whispers Of The Lost / 6. Frogfish 7. You Can Have Your Cake and Eat It Too 8. Quietly, Now 9. My Fabergé Egg

this is them experimenting psychedelically... theyre all, except joey, straight edge as hell but they LOVE the sound, they've also rebranded from manifest marshalls to manifest marsha

Surfin' With Marsha (1966) 1. Drowning In Your Love 2. My Sweet Girl 3. Beach City 4. Sandy Days 5. Saving Her From Danger 6. Under The Boardwalk / 7. Knocked Out 8. Florida Sun 9. Rockin' Sharks 10. Tunnel Of Love 11. Picnic At The Sea 12. Barbara Ann

this is basically a parody album of the surf rock genre, filled with chill beach tunes about rape, pedophilia, death, etc. ben’s edgy as hell and he hates surf rock (dude, the fuck?) and decided to write this. it’s very zappa-esque?

Paths (1967) 1. Testing Our Patience 2. Search For The Prideful King 3. No Man's Land 4. The Sinuous Path / 5. Wrath, Most Unforgiving 6. The Lord Stops Us 7. Finally Home at Last 8. Or am I?

ben’s going back to the psychedelic roots , this is like.. kind of a concept album? it’s basically wizard of oz in hell.. compare it to a quick one vs tommy, which can be compared to the next album

Chasing Butterflies (1969)

ACT I i. she meets the boy. ii. drugs are a thing. iii. run away, little girl. iv. bliss.

ACT II i. bliss isn't real. ii. death is inevitable. iii. go back home, little girl. iv. nobody wants to be homeless.

ACT III

i. it's tough on the streets. ii. act kindly towards strangers, neighbors. iii. take a hit? iv. not too much now.

ACT IV

i. coming back to your loved ones.

essentially, it’s ben preaching about how drugs are bad. a girl gets turned onto drugs by her boyfriend, the boyfriend ends up dying, she becomes homeless, she dies. it’s critically acclaimed, it’s definitely their most popular album, and 17 year olds on lsd don’t realise it’s anti drug and think it’s the best drug album ever.

I Don't Speak French (1972)

1. I'm Not My Kind Of Girl 2. Keeping It Quiet For My Angel 3. Stolen Kisses From My Missus 4. I Promise 5. Can't We Work This Out? / 6. Apparently Not 7. I'm Sorry, I'm Just Drunk 8. Bedside Conversations 9. Me And My Dog 10. Sleeping On The Couch Again

this is Ben and Rick trying to be relevant in the 70s. it's just a bunch of songs about shitty love, it's critically panned, but like.. it gets so much time on the radio and the songs play at weddings a lot? even though they're about bad relationships?

there’s also a few more albums after these, but i haven’t thought about them yet...

can yall tell me hwat u think? if these albums are cheesy as fuck or not

#plz

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