Been Watching Wildboyz…

I would trust Tony hawk with the aux

would you be open to writing dark content for the jackass boys x reader? 🥺🫡

hi, define darker stuff please!! but if you mean it in a modern booktok-stalking-borderline-abuse way, then absolutely not, I'm strongly against this kind of stuff, especially that I know that there are younger people reading my posts! the darkest thing you will find here is probably just some angst/heartbreak/yearning for the love that never happened.

the world is already full of abuse content disguised as the new flavour of content for the young girls, which can influence their view of what is normal and acceptable in relationships. Jackass guys in my universe can be silly, goofy or angsty, but they always treat the reader with respect. Excuse my rant, but I just have a lot to say about the current normalisation of this kind of stuff.

anyway, here's my family portrait once again, I wish you all the best day possible!

⛧ 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐦 - 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⛧

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?

Why can’t it be 2004? Why can’t I hangout (make out) with all my baby girls (middle-aged men , who make poor decisions, covered in blood)?

i know this man, he's me

this is a joke I owe all jackass fanfic writers still writing in 2024 my fucking life

the simple life