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I used to listen to DKMH to fall asleep but I memorized all of them so now I can’t fall asleep if it’s on because I’m constantly trying to go along with the words in my head. Makes me sad because Dacre’s voice is so soothing
How can you be a Stranger Things fan and hate half of the characters? I can kinda understand hating Billy, even as a huge Billy stan, bc he’s obviously an antagonist so I get it. But why am I seeing so many fans that hate Mike and Will and Nancy and Jonathan and even El. And hate them enough to make whole posts and blogs just to talk shit. I’m genuinely curious how you can hate that many of the protagonists and still like the show? 
Y’all know that part in Power Rangers where Jason slaps the bully and the bully says “did you just slap me?” and Jason says “I did. Weird right?“
That’s top 10 on the list of cutest Dacre facial expressions
Oh my god you guys I’ve never found a still shot of that scene and I’m so excited rn. I love y’all sm
Y’all know that part in Power Rangers where Jason slaps the bully and the bully says “did you just slap me?” and Jason says “I did. Weird right?“
That’s top 10 on the list of cutest Dacre facial expressions
In Vitro
Man made myth.
Man made legend.
Man made himself king.
Man made himself God,
And man killed man.
Strung him up,
Upon a cross.
He wakes in the middle of the night and his heart begins to fight with his mind.
The world shifts sand on a dune blows past
and cuts like a knife,
and then hits.
You can only stretch the truth so far before you no longer have control over the car.
Fallacy became reality, reality became sanity, sanity strain strain strained.
To maintain, his head.
Head was an atlas.
Atlas broke his spine and then it broke his mind.
I’m listening to the desert, but I’m not there.
There is far from here.
You are far from here.
Dopamine.
Produce too much, couldn’t let go of the high, was too high to say goodbye.
To the things, we had before they went.
My body is so spent.
Dripping sweat, kitchen sink, blood on my teeth.
Achin’ minds, splittin’ skulls, sleepless nights.
Trying to quell.
Quell what I got.
God given energy.
Lifeforce pumping through my bloodstream.
Red blood cells clot.
Stop.
It was all tangled in one place.
Nowhere to go, the pace has slowed.
Heartbeat stops.
A ticking clock.
Three cuckoos pass the cuckoo clock.
Stop.
Drop.
And roll.
Rolling from the fire, the fire is desire.
The desire is you.
I was selfish to a point, two years past ‘03.
Then I met you.
And it was you and me.
Bound hip, heart and hand.
Hand in hand, hand in the sand on a beach.
A mission in Cabana.
Havana, Havana, Havana.
And a cigar.
Tobacco is the smell of fire.
On your clothes, in you pores, it stores and stays.
Ringing in your ears outside a club, I can’t hear you, but I can see.
Clearly.
We eat, we fuck, we sleep.
Sleeping for the first time in a week.
Merged energy.
Energy is a collaboration three rings bound,
Without a sound.
Maleficent beauty.
Blonde cheeks.
Cheeks and then begins to speak.
Splitting sound.
Voice like butter baking a cake, three parts desire,
One part fire.
TLC, TLC.
No man created me.
Me is not form for society sake.
Not a pin-up.
Not a hunk, not junk.
And I’ve been sinking, sinking.
But I’m afloat now,
Jumping off the boat.
Two rhymes,
Sixteen bars,
A moment in time.
To free, to speak, to seek.
Seek guidance.
Water and spiders.
Spiders spying a spider.
Spiders inside of her,
Like a black hole.
Pasted and jaded.
Time has flown by
And memories faded.
It’s hard to walk, it’s hard to breathe.
It’s hard to talk.
The fallacy you made myth.
I turn legend.
It was all a lie from the beginning, I ain’t no legend.
You weren’t born.
C-Section, cut from the stomach of an IVF virgin turned myth, turned legend.
The world knows.
The world sees.
The world heralds a king.
And destroys the child.
Man made myth.
Man made legend.
Man made himself king.
Man made himself God,
and man killed man
By: Dacre Montgomery, on his podcast DKMH
Stream it now on Spotify and Apple Podcasts
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Idle I Wait
Painted dots.
Blue, white and brown.
Water, salt and sugar.
Sweet, tart.
Two sea-salt crusted flats.
Flats of land, jammed.
Tidal ripples.
You skimmed.
Thrown,
Blown into force.
I can’t grasp myself.
Reaching into the black space in between.
Distance in body but not mind.
How sublime,
It must be to think like he.
He is not me though, how I wish to be as simple,
And as free.
Burdens are a gift,
Thrifted from the greatest of he’s and she’s and bestowed upon me.
To see, to feel, burdened by insecurity.
The irony.
Ashamed to have blamed that peach nose and sphere world heart.
I know parts of you but like the world and its vastness,
It’s beauty,
I have not tasted all of you.
You trapped and draped your silk skin around me.
Not him.
And silently I listen in.
Woman: Over there, on the other side of the room. One of the steel panels flew open.
Man: Sure didn’t. There’s a light on in the room there.
Woman: Tex.
Man: Well let’s go see. At least we can hear ourselves walking now. Gee I like to make noise when my feet hit the floor. Well that’s something now isn’t it? Look at the room
Woman: Oh Tex, what an attractive little room. Like that stateroom on that fine ocean liner.
Child: Mother.
Boom, boom.
Now.
I have to speak to seek guidance.
Hello,
I am him.
You met, you set hopes, you eloped.
And I choked in the night from fright.
Idle I wait.
For that heartbeat.
For she to see, to see he.
He wants to explore,
To explore more, more of her.
Her heartbeat.
Her heartbeat that is the world.
The dreams I had about you were, for a moment, real.
We got to live in the unbroken seal.
No restraints, so simple and sweet.
Short and sweet,
Honey and wheat.
In the sky at night we watched the stars.
The stars that shone a million lives lost and won.
A sky filled with infinite possibilities.
Nothing is finite in the evening light.
Ropes, hold us.
Love, binds us.
And air floats us.
People speak of love,
Legends of love
Stories long foretold of love between the young,
And the old.
A complex puzzle.
Centuries have tried to figure you out but there is no figuring you out,
You are without a doubt the biggest mystery of all.
You are complex and simple and unpredictable.
You are the waves, the tides and the current,
Born of the sea, a complete mystery.
Opaque, cloudy.
Can’t quite make out what I seem to think you’re about.
Weaved and woven.
Knitted together like a sweater for the coldest weather.
Tight.
But soft and warm.
Woman: Irma. He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not.
Man: I don’t know what to say, I’m all choked up.
Woman: Oh Al, this is the moment I’ve waited for.
By Dacre Montgomery, from his podcast, DKMH
Stream now on Spotify and Apple Podcast
Nightmares
Somehow,
It’s always in bed,
And sleep.
In night waking with a fright.
Washed over like splashes of boiling water singeing my skin.
Where have I been?
To a place far away and some clandestine bay.
Visions of grandeur turned delusions of something that I was supposed to obey.
A lifestyle, a code,
An ode.
So stealthy through the night my conscience wakes with a fright.
Words uttered before resounding on the walls.
Paper-thin and yet, no noise gets in.
The silence makes me quiver.
Pin dropped on the floor, the cold floor, the pin dropped.
I cannot see it anymore.
Disguised amongst the marble mask,
Cord stretched out on the floor.
That flutter, stutter in my belly butter goes,
Only for a moment.
I cannot ride with this fear on my back,
Feel the cords go slack.
6 miles out and 2 from a heart attack.
Static static stop motion.
Feeling every beat in this poisonous potion.
Run, run, run.
Wick’s lit.
This is it.
Spread apart anesthetized.
Numb by separation and incantation of things to come.
Ratchet and rink.
It’s insane how much is in this tank.
Colloquialisms of pain at the forefront of my brain.
A jelly floats moved with the tides electric pulses keeping a body of water and water alive.
Looming over the edge.
2 fingers and a thumb in a pledge.
Burrow deep.
Borrowed sleep.
3 things that you have to do.
Live.
Love
Die.
Repeat.
By: Dacre Montgomery, from his podcast DKMH
Stream now on Spotify and Apple Podcasts
Spaghetti
Spaghetti.
Circle, circle, round, circle.
He goes and she goes, walk right up and round.
Round pendulum swinging,
And it’s beginning to look a lot like
Christmas.
White,
Strike 1, 2,
And me.
You’re out.
He’d go wherever she goes, you go, she goes.
Going past the clouds.
Through the rip in the sky so high.
Brown and orange, orange is loose and warm and ripples like juice.
Cools you
Aids you.
Whisper in my ear, whisper me secrets make me warm in my senses tingle.
That first night when I saw your skin gleaming,
And your eyes were beaming.
Whisper me okays and loves and happinesses.
Whisper me the plural of love,
Durable love,
Spacious contagious as if I’m locked in the basement filled with water,
That last bit of air is eating me from the inside out.
Take it away from me hehehe don’t laugh at he,
He’s human and trying.
Trying too long and hold and close in.
In and in.
Inside of you pouring in.
Street light light covered from the fog in the night night,
It’s like an egg atop a crown.
It fell down and cracked and bent out of shape and began to create.
Something small,
Crawling and yawning and forming.
I growl at it.
Faint-hearted fool, I growl at you.
Let me out of this pool.
My distaste,
Like rotten toothpaste.
In my mouth yelling out behind my lungs.
No air can get there.
There is far away from here,
From you to me.
Bounce bounce bounce the ball,
Off the wall.
Beating my head against the wall that’s far too tall.
I’m screaming underwater,
Drowning and yelling.
Aqua in my lungs like jellyfish,
All water and no matter.
Why doesn’t it matter?
Why doesn’t it matter what I’m supposed to do?
Why can I not hear you?
I’m screaming,
Isolated and alone and blown.
Freezing.
Cracked like dry Earth.
When I speak only healing.
That moment,
Hanging in opaque beauty,
The edge of the storm,
Something withdrawn.
By: Dacre Montgomery, from his podcast DKMH
Stream now on Spotify and Apple Podcasts
Not To Fall
Under the skylight, in the fading light
Light.
Weightlessness sucked me up.
Wishing I didn’t feel so heavy and covered in muck.
Eyes heavy,
The suitcases are full, but my pockets are empty.
Torn.
Sporadic.
Staccato motion.
My veins pump in and out.
Like the ocean.
The memory is so softly packaged.
Lean down and listen,
To the faint heartbeat.
Can smell your soul aching and your cologne fading.
My stomach flipped.
Butterflies eclipse.
It is a thing.
It is a funny thing to feel your stomach right into your spleen.
Cheers met,
Sounds of clinking glasses as the sun sets.
Home.
Triangle roof,
Comfortable booth.
Feng Shui oozes the smell of Vermouth.
Trying not to idolize too much.
Swimming in your pool
But not putting you on a pedestal.
Petty, ready, steady,
Go.
To be recognized for one’s true self.
Past the façade and all that marmalade sugar covered business that can be distracting business.
Past the cars,
Seen up and over and through all of the stars.
I’ve sipped from your cup,
But now I’m stuck, and I don’t know when to give up.
Mud.
Sweat.
Teeth.
Tears.
Goosebumps rippled across my skin.
Felt like nothing else mattered.
I didn’t know where to begin.
He bled,
He fled.
And he stopped.
And no sleep came as they danced.
Dancing in the form he took,
For a moment or two,
For a day,
Or two, in June.
The heat came in waves and staved off their sweat.
And broke an intense bet.
Not to love.
Not to fall in love.
By: Dacre Montgomery, from his podcast DKMH
Stream now on Spotify and Apple Podcasts
In Vitro
Man made myth.
Man made legend.
Man made himself king.
Man made himself God,
And man killed man.
Strung him up,
Upon a cross.
He wakes in the middle of the night and his heart begins to fight with his mind.
The world shifts sand on a dune blows past
and cuts like a knife,
and then hits.
You can only stretch the truth so far before you no longer have control over the car.
Fallacy became reality, reality became sanity, sanity strain strain strained.
To maintain, his head.
Head was an atlas.
Atlas broke his spine and then it broke his mind.
I’m listening to the desert, but I’m not there.
There is far from here.
You are far from here.
Dopamine.
Produce too much, couldn’t let go of the high, was too high to say goodbye.
To the things, we had before they went.
My body is so spent.
Dripping sweat, kitchen sink, blood on my teeth.
Achin’ minds, splittin’ skulls, sleepless nights.
Trying to quell.
Quell what I got.
God given energy.
Lifeforce pumping through my bloodstream.
Red blood cells clot.
Stop.
It was all tangled in one place.
Nowhere to go, the pace has slowed.
Heartbeat stops.
A ticking clock.
Three cuckoos pass the cuckoo clock.
Stop.
Drop.
And roll.
Rolling from the fire, the fire is desire.
The desire is you.
I was selfish to a point, two years past ‘03.
Then I met you.
And it was you and me.
Bound hip, heart and hand.
Hand in hand, hand in the sand on a beach.
A mission in Cabana.
Havana, Havana, Havana.
And a cigar.
Tobacco is the smell of fire.
On your clothes, in you pores, it stores and stays.
Ringing in your ears outside a club, I can’t hear you, but I can see.
Clearly.
We eat, we fuck, we sleep.
Sleeping for the first time in a week.
Merged energy.
Energy is a collaboration three rings bound,
Without a sound.
Maleficent beauty.
Blonde cheeks.
Cheeks and then begins to speak.
Splitting sound.
Voice like butter baking a cake, three parts desire,
One part fire.
TLC, TLC.
No man created me.
Me is not form for society sake.
Not a pin-up.
Not a hunk, not junk.
And I’ve been sinking, sinking.
But I’m afloat now,
Jumping off the boat.
Two rhymes,
Sixteen bars,
A moment in time.
To free, to speak, to seek.
Seek guidance.
Water and spiders.
Spiders spying a spider.
Spiders inside of her,
Like a black hole.
Pasted and jaded.
Time has flown by
And memories faded.
It’s hard to walk, it’s hard to breathe.
It’s hard to talk.
The fallacy you made myth.
I turn legend.
It was all a lie from the beginning, I ain’t no legend.
You weren’t born.
C-Section, cut from the stomach of an IVF virgin turned myth, turned legend.
The world knows.
The world sees.
The world heralds a king.
And destroys the child.
Man made myth.
Man made legend.
Man made himself king.
Man made himself God,
and man killed man
By: Dacre Montgomery, on his podcast DKMH
Stream it now on Spotify and Apple Podcasts
Can we get a thread where Billy/Dacre stans all post their favorite gif(s) of him? Bonus points if you say why it’s your fav.
Mine are
This one of Billy and this one of Dacre
His little mlem is cute but also hot
That smile is panty dropping!
Angel baby
THIGHS!!!
ASS!!!!
Think my heart just exploded
Do i really need to explain? This makes me wet
Pure baby
fuck me up please
This whole photoshoot i’m in love with
Oh dear god these are so good. The mlem and the shirtless one especially. I’ve never seen them and I—
Why am I sweating
Dacre Montgomery did not work tirelessly to humanize Billy Hargrove just for Billy antis to exist
So I just realized that I’ve never introduced myself here and that feels weird.
So, I’m Katen but you can call me Kate since my name is kinda strange. I’m 23, and I’m awful at introductions. So if there’s anything specific you wanna know, send me an ask. Aside from Dacre, my only other big love is astrology, as you might have notice if you’ve followed me for a minute, since I like to talk about Dacre’s astrological chart lol
Feel free to tag me in anything or message me anytime. I’ve got two kids so I’ve basically named myself the Fandom Mother ™, meaning my inbox is always open if you’re struggling or need to vent or talk about any personal problems.
stranger things characters in season 3 as john mulaney quotes
erica
hopper
robin
max
will
billy
murray
joyce
Damn this is on que
Oh my god this is too accurate
I’ll just drop this here
Because people feel so sorry for Will but still hate Billy
I’ll never stop reblogging shit about how poorly Billy was treated in comparison to Will. They tried to save Wills life when they were trying to get the Mind Flayer out of him. They refused to do anything that would kill or injure him. But they tried to kill Billy AND the Mind Flayer. He deserved the same love and compassion. He deserved the understanding that was extended to Will when he was possessed. He deserved BETTER.
me, every night: *acting out a scene in my head where i’m dating my favorite character*
my brain: you’re going a bit far there, don’t you think?
me: *imagining THIS scene* ...anyways
I’ve never been heavily into any other fandoms or had a stan blog so this might be totally typical, but I’ve just been so surprised at how much I love EVERYONE I’ve met in this fandom. I seriously wish we could all just hang out together and be best friends.
