"Desire huh? What the fuck does that mean? Does that mean you're into dudes with fucking long hair, smell like beer, have shitty tattoos; maybe they hang out at the bowling alley! Maybe, just maybe you'll go out back and rub their sick crotch; he'll stick his hands down your pants. Meanwhile, your boyfriend's sitting at home jerking off to fucking gay porn" Haggard (2003) Dir: Bam Margera
don't know how to pose? just hit 'em with the johnny knoxville special
johnny give me your confidence im serious
the simple life
oh to work with johnny knoxville on a niche film set [manifesting that for myself]
April helping Johnny get paint out of his hair
hi! it's a small collection of my headcanons about being friends with bam at the beginning of his cky career - just a fem y2k reader, this little rascal and a complicate highschool-dropout friendship
you can (and sometimes absolutely do) stay at his house whenever you want; it's a safe place to hang out and crash at when the party's over or you don't want to go home yet
speaking of parties - you're always one of the people that stay the longest after the music goes silent and first rays of dawn hit the curtains. hangover is more bearable with you two, litres of gatorade and some dumb tv drama to laugh and cringe at
his parents adore you, you've become almost like a foster daughter to April, who sometimes takes you to the mall and wants you to spill some gossip about Bam and his friends (she's just worried!)
you two have your own favorite spot in a nearby forest - there's a hollowed out log, where you store cigarettes and leave small notes for each other when you don't see each other for longer time
you both have matching tatoos - small, handpoked alligators that your mutual friend did for you, right after purchasing his first tattoo needles. they're not perfect, but they're yours
you had a lot of your "first times" together - first drink, cigarette, puff of weed and... well, Bam's a little shy about this memory, but you're also his very first kiss
for some time, there's been something clearly hanging in the air between you two. he seems like he's bothered by some secret, something he just can't articulate. you have your guesses about what that could be, but you just don' want to jinx it. who knows what exactly the future holds for you two?
these two have me in a chokehold
Johnny Knoxville magazine covers???!!! πππ
she/her // 24 yo // poet, writer, game designer, wannabe skater // byproduct of 90's mtv folklore // tony hawk is my babygirl // give me give me your jackass fics requests!!
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