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i’m 20 years old from the east cost of australia

and i figured i’d make a tumblr account to post about whatever im obsessing over at the current moment.

my pronouns are she/ they.

i’ve been super into cod, jackass, and marvel as of late.

i love to write one shots, imagines, and some long form fics on ao3 {which is @maysbrains, if anyone’s interested}

some more of my interests are things like music (00’s and 90’s nu metal, 80’s metal, and 70’s rock), y2k culture and fashion, plants and agriculture, psychology, second hand fashion, the goth/ alternative scene, pinterest, and acrylic painting.

my top three artists at the moment are:

- sublime

- him

- audio slave

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✮⋆˙ Imagine taking care of him after he hurt himself doing something stupid.

In bed together, he’s sitting up with an arm around your shoulders while you’re trying to find something to watch, his foots propped up on some pillows. He’s pretty much immobilized but he’s still trying to justify why he did it.

“I didn’t think it would fuck me up that bad.”

“Dude no offence but jumping off of a roof with no soft landing was bound to fuck you up.”

He pauses for a moment, a grunt vibrates through his chest, which you can feel cause you’re lying on his shoulder.

“I was on my board though”, he says a little quieter.

“Still not great hon”.

“You’re supposed to be taking care of me, be nice to me”, he’s fully whining.

Squeezing your shoulders so you’re closer to him, even though you don’t think you can get any closer.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry”, you giggle trying to push him off of you without hurting him further.

“Thank you”, he sounds satisfied as he pushes his lips to the top of your head.

He’s pretty much a total sook, and he’s only like that when he’s hurt so you try to soak it up while it’s happening.

✮⋆˙ I don’t think he’s much of a pda, lovey-dovey kind of guy. But my LORD you get some alcohol in him, and he is the clingiest mf alive.

Like he’s been pestering you about going to the bar for a few days, because he’s antsy being at home for so long, it’s been rainy all week, so filming has been pretty sporadic as well.

You get dressed up in your dark clothes, flared jeans, smudgy makeup. And before you know it, he’s dragged you out the house. And now you’re standing on a sticky floor, a dark mixed drink in your hand. The music’s not too loud but just enough that you can feel it in your chest.

Bam’s off, doing shots with a group of people him and Dunn had literally just met.

After he’s finished, he throws the glass back down on the bar, shaking out his hair, his eyes come up to meet yours, a lazy smile spreads over his face, drawing his eyebrows down.

And after that, you literally cannot get rid of him.

His hand is planted firmly on your waist the whole night, slightly pushing the hem of you shirt up so his hand can rest on your skin, his thumb dragging backwards and forwards.

Even when you go to play pool against one of the guys, he somehow always manages to be standing behind you. Constantly trying to ‘help your form’ by reaching over and grabbing your arm, you actually have to shake him off.

By the end of the night, not only is his hand firmly planted, but his face is buried in your neck. You can feel his warm breath on your skin, and his shaggy hair falling down the front of your chest.

✮⋆˙ This one lowkey came to me in a dream;

Castle bam (circa 2003)

You’re lying upside down on a brown leather couch downstairs, in your house clothes; balancing a can of beer on your stomach, flexing every so often so it would slosh around.

The house had been quiet pretty much all day, and right now you were just watching Ryan and Dica engaging in a very tense game of pool a few feet to the left of you.

Every so often one of them would shout, “bullshit!”.

“No it wasn’t.”

Followed by lots of huffing and puffing.

You’ve been part of the crew for years, going out with Bam for at least one of those. So even though the energy was calm right now, you knew it wouldn’t last.

And seemingly as if your acknowledgment of that fact disturbed the order-

BANG.

Moving only your eyes you look to the right. Bam’s standing there, covered in period accurate chainmail, holding a shield and a mace. Cameras flanking him.

“The time has come!”, he shouts with a weird ass accent.

Silence settles over the room as you go back to staring down your beer.

“For what”, Ryan replies flatly.

“We ride at dawn!”.

“… it’s four-thirty”, Dica replies.

You turn to look at Bam and give him a half-hearted shrug.

“Then we ride at four-thirty!”, he reaches forward with his mace pushing your feet off the back of the couch, they fall to the side.

“Yeah okay”, Ryan places his pool cue down on the table and turns his attention – seemingly everyone else does as well, a crowd forming near your side of the room.

You hear someone near the doorway, “… can I be a wizard?”

“Sure dude”.

You feel more poking at your ribs, Bam’s now standing fully over you.

“… well?”.

You turn your eyes to look up at him, “I’m Switzerland”.

“There is no Switzerland dickhead”, his voice has a hint of pleading behind it.

“You can’t call your girlfriend a dickhead, dickhead”, you push his mace towards him.

Silence.

“… okay, Switzerland is the enemy! And I’m seizing the wench!”.

Back drops his mace, grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder, before marching up the stairs, followed by the entire house of people.

a bet that the reader thinks she'll nail, goes terribly wrong after a long night.

cw: this is platonic, no smut (sorry my fellow gooners), throwing up, a rough hangover.

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The day started out normally – well, ‘normally’ was quickly becoming a relative term considering the fact that you’d already been filming for a few months, and your life seemed to just get crazier as each day passed.

You feel something hard land on your head, forcing your face down onto your arm beneath you. You pushed your head up; eyes barely slits as they were crusted over from last night’s activities. A hotel pillow slid down off your neck.

“Dude…”, you grumble at the sight of a camcorder in your face; you slam your face back down on the mattress.

“You look like a raccoon!”, Steve-o’s bark-like laugh rang through the room.

You can definitely feel the eyeliner you didn’t wash off fusing your eyelids together.

“Yeah, come on! Rise and shine”, Knoxville drawls, poking the camera against the back of your head incessantly, “there’s more fun to be had”.

“Fuck off, get out of my room”, you roll over to face the wall, “… too early.”

“It’s two in the afternoon smartass”.

You can feel your blanket being pulled off.

“Fine, fine, fine”, you sit up, joints cracking audibly as you yawn.

Once they finally leave your room, you get ready. Which basically means you just rub in your eyeliner from the day before and throw on some cargo pants.

Once you join everyone on set, you notice the beers have already started flowing. And as much as you’d love to join… you don’t think you can stomach it right now. A wicked hangover was forming the longer you were upright. You pull your sunglasses over your eyes.

You notice a crowd consisting of chris, steve-o, and Knoxville, along with some other crew members were over the other side of the lot watching Wee-man and Preston doing something or another.

Instead of being where all the screaming was – considering the current headache raging through your temples – you decide to join the other group of people. Just a small group all sitting on fold out chairs, watching Bam try to land some new trick.

As you plop down in one of said chairs, Bam throws his arms out dramatically in your direction, “ah! she rises!”.

“I do rise”, you nod with a smirk.

“Yo! Dunn! Get her in on the bet!”.

You turn to look at Ryan who’s sitting next to you, who pushes his sunnies up into his hair.

“Whoever eats the least amount of peppers from the bowl in one minute, has to get a tattoo of everyone’s choosing”, he’s got that signature smirk on his face.

Luckily, you’re very aware that you love spice. You easily have one of the highest spice tolerances in the group. And considering that you were the only chick, the fact that you could claim a high tolerance on anything compared to the guys,was a brag to you.

“Oh, I’m so there”, you beam confidently.

“Alright, well you gotta shake on it, it’s just you, me, and Bam left who have to do it”, Ryan holds out a hand towards you.

“Bet”, you shake it firmly.

Looking down at the bowl of ten evil peppers – having just seen Dunn getting checkout out by the medics – you feel your confidence waiver.

The group is surrounding you while you stand behind a fold up table with the plastic bowl of peppers, a camera is pointed in your direction.

Pontius was the only one you had to beat, with a measly four peppers. Easy.

And yet, as that first pepper hit your gut, and the second one was currently chipmunked in your left cheek, you just knew. You knew this was fucking mistake.

“Dude, she’s green”, Bam howls with a finger pointed in your direction.

“Surely has nothing to do with the six tequila shots she threw back last night”, Steve-o jeered.

You shook your head at him with your mouth hanging slightly open, saliva starting to pool as a burn started in your stomach.

“If she throws up get it on tape!”, Knoxville yells, his voice sounding distant as your eyes turn into saucers.

And at that.

Fuck.

Lurching over, you begin to heave into the bucket at your feet. A fisheye lens is hovering near your face.

“Get it! Get it!”, voices yell as you expel everything from your stomach.

Laughs and cheers fill your ears, as someone slaps you back.

“And y/n with… we’ll give her one and a half”, Knoxville announces to the group at the end of the evening.

Your lips form a straight line as you raise your arms in ‘celebration’, a bottle in one hand.

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includes: johnny knoxville, bam margera, ryan dunn, steve-o and chris pontius

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johnny knoxville:

✮⋆˙ definitely makes fun of you when you complain about small things (like being too hot, or walking too much, or not wanting to drive), will do a big, exaggerated frown and start mocking you before cracking into his huge smile and pulling you in for a hug with a dramatic tsk and ‘aww poor baby’ to follow.

✮⋆˙ this man LOVES involving you in every detail of his life. yes, you’re his s/o but you’re definitely also his best friend. Would bring you on set to watch all his dumb stunts and look over right when they finish to make sure you’re getting a kick out of it.

✮⋆˙ whenever you guys are out somewhere with a lot of people, like events, or crowded bars, he always has a hand on the small of your back no matter what.

✮⋆˙ obsesses over you wearing his clothes, like his dumb shirts or his jackets. Will always try to find some excuse to get you to put them on (‘it’s too cold, you’ll catch sm’thin’ – and it’s the middle of spring). One time before you came on set with him, he offered up one of his spare shirts ‘so you’d be more comfortable’, and after you’d politely declined, he sicked bam and ryan on you who were equipped with barbeque sauce and flour. As he holds a camera up to your face, he holds out said shirt and says with a smirk, ‘I thought you didn’t want it’. Of course, he gave it to you afterwards hehe.

✮⋆˙ his top pet names for you are definitely ‘sugar’ and ‘darlin’.

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bam margera:

✮⋆˙ talks just cause he likes the sound of his own voice at this point, this man would yap your ear off every single day. Just about random shit, what he did with his friends that day, things that are coming up, ideas for stunts. And when he gets going, sometimes his accent makes it hard to understand him, he’s like a blur of pure energy, but you always make sure to listen as intently as possible.

✮⋆˙ would steal your jewellery, and your clothes (even if they’re too small for him), you’ve found him in shirts that are definitely too cropped, him rifling around in the fridge, hair messy, lower stomach fully out. ‘hm? Yeah- yeah ‘s good… ‘s fine’, while he’s barely looking down at it. It’s happened a few times at this point.

✮⋆˙ requests you do his eyeliner for him, most of the time it’s you sitting on the sink in the bathroom, one hand on his jaw holding him still, legs wrapped around his middle, while you smudge it under his eyes.

✮⋆˙ skates with you all the time, doing two person tricks and teaching you new things. (and if you can’t skate), would put you on his boards, hold your hands and run up and down the ramps so you could at least experience it with him lol.

✮⋆˙ does that thing when you’re scratching his back in bed, where if you stop, he starts shaking his shoulders and whining until you start up again.

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ryan dunn:

✮⋆˙ a literal cube of sugar, he’s sweet and gentle with you and that doesn’t change when he’s around the guys. He’ll always keep a hand on top of yours or intertwined between your fingers. He’ll give you small, reassuring squeezes while side-eyeing you, and won’t stop looking until you squeeze back.

✮⋆˙ you two love playing with each other’s hair, you’ll give him little braids and plaits on the underside of his hair.

✮⋆˙ since you’ve been with him, you haven’t opened a single bottle or can yourself. It’s one of his weird quirks, even if he’s in the middle of a conversation and someone hands you a drink, he’ll take it out of your hands without even looking and open it for you.

✮⋆˙ obsessed with picking you up, whether that’s carrying you somewhere else, hugging you and lifting you off your feet, or picking you up and throwing you the couch or bed, he’s just constantly doing it. To the point that the other guys give him shit for it, asking if you’re paralyzed and can’t walk yourself.

✮⋆˙ he lives by ‘happy wife, happy life’ (even if you’re not a wife lol), if you say ‘no’ to something he just looks at the guys, with a shrug and a lobsided look before following you. A ‘yes ma’am’ kinda guy.

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steve-o:

✮⋆˙ drags you to EVERY party or event he goes to and introduces you as ‘his girl’ to every single person he can, always with an arm thrown lazily over your shoulders.

✮⋆˙ you two are pretty much professionally certified at sleeping on couches. Somehow, even though there’s two of you, you always end up on a couch at the end of the night. You pretend like you always just draw the short stick, but in reality, you both definitely sway the situation, so you end up there. The two of you lay tangled up together, sometimes uncontrollably giggling early into the morning when you both still haven’t come down from whatever you were doing that night.

✮⋆˙ he always inexplicably has some kind of speaker on him, ready to blast music at any moment. Definitely one of those guys that lip-syncs/ sings in your face, dancing around you all crazy like. You definitely match his energy though and that’s why he’s into you.

✮⋆˙ you two definitely have some dumbass matching tattoo that he likes to whip out and show people on a whim, which probably involves him stripping down in some capacity. If you cant tell I definitely think he would show you off at every opportunity because he thinks you’re the coolest ever.

✮⋆˙ this fucker bites too. In every way. Or licks. Idk he’s lowkey got an oral fixation and for some reason always has his mouth in you, even if that’s just him running up to you and licking the side of your face.

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chris Pontius:

✮⋆˙ dude loves car rides, even if you guys aren’t going anywhere, he could sit there, driving around aimlessly, one hand on your thigh, for hoursssss, late into the night.

✮⋆˙ his jokes are so corny, but you laugh every time. And I think when it’s an especially bad joke, he turns around with a smirk and says, ‘oh you like that one?’.

✮⋆˙ always pulling you into his shenanigans, on and ofr set. He loves to include you in pranks on the other guys, which does normally involve you luring them into his schemes.

✮⋆˙ dudes a water baby for sure, needs to be swimming, surfing, anything in water all of the time. He would def throw you in the pool all the fucking time and laugh when you get pissed off about your hair getting ruined. While he gets to dress up as bunny the lifeguard he makes you wear a huge, oversized ‘lifeguard shirt’ with a comically large, red whistle around your neck as his ‘helper’. Kinda giving ‘put me in coach’ energy.

tried to make a moodboard - i have no idea what i'm doing lmao

just wanted to add some disclaimers pertaining to my page :p

✮⋆˙ i am VERY anti AI, there will be none of that on my page.

✮⋆˙ minors are welcome on my page, however, depending on the post i may request MDNI.