#jackass writer

[thevioletcaptain]

i genuinely don't care how good a piece of ai generated art or writing looks on the surface. i don't care if it emulates brush strokes and metaphor in a way indistinguishable from those created by a person.

it is not the product of thoughtful creation. it offers no insights into the creator's life or viewpoint. it has no connection to a moment in time or a place or an attitude. it has no perspective. it has no value.

it's empty, it's hollow, and it exists only to generate clicks (and by extension, ad revenue.)

it's just another revolting symptom of the disease that is late stage capitalism, and it fucking sucks.

[blackknight-kai]

Alright this non canon AU I’ve had in my head about a pro fighter Sun Wukong x writer reader is not letting me go 🤣🤣🤣

I’ve had so many different thoughts and part of me is like, should I attempt to write this? And the other part says “you’re lazy and will get 1 chapter done and nothing else….” 🤣

There’s so many thoughts with this one though UGH WHY

If I did write this one btw, no promises, but it would be fem reader.

I have some other ideas that can be gen neutral for everyone out there but this one specifically would have to be fem reader.

I’m noting down a few ideas I have because let me tell you something, MONKEY. That’s all. I am in love with this fucking monkey.

[s1eep-o]

Can you write some fluffy Chris pontius fic or headcannons of him dating a shy but is only crazy around him reader? <3

pontius with a reader who is only shy when she’s not with him.

warnings: just some fluffy stuff, mild cursing, alcohol consumption.

a/n: sorry if it isn't much, got a tad lazy..

first of all i think reader is probably apart of makeup/costume or camera crew.

reader is very shy during shooting and is very quiet one set. preferring to stay behind the scenes.

but boy oh boy, when the two of you head to the bar after shooting? yeah no one can calm the two of ya'll down.

''tremaine, don't you think they shouldn't be doing that?'' ehren asks as he points at you two screaming the lyrics of hotel california on top of a table. ''ehh it's fine they'll be out soon.''

while shooting and the boys are crazy and screaming, you're there sitting behind the camera with a small smile on your face.

when you first got the job you were very quiet and stayed away from the others.

''hey sweetheart, wouldn't it be amazing if you would come out with me tonight?'' knoxville asks with his southern drawl. ''no thanks.'' you respond quietly with an anxious smile.

but when you and pontius started talking? i'd like to say the two of you bonded over something silly or some nature.

setting your camera down after attempting to shoot a stunt for bam, ''god. he's always fucking whining.'' you mutter walking over to the snack table. grabbing a juice box and a bag of goldfish you walk over to sit under a tree admiring the sky. ''beautiful day out isn't it?'' someone asks, you look up to see chris. ''huh- oh yeah, it is.'' you mutter, smiling sheepishly.

something like that i don't know.

the two of you started getting very close and after shooting the first movie he decided to ask you out.

''hey you!'' pontius yells out to you as he's practically sprinting at you like a golden retriever. ''hey chris.'' you respond smiling, ''so, i was wondering... would you like to go to the bar? with me?'' he asks all smiley. you let out a small giggle and nod your head yes. he jumping and punching the air. ''fuck yeah!''

once you two get there you are downing shot after shot shouting after each and every one of them.

''FUCK YEAH DUDE!!'' you shout, chris is next to you laughing, tears in his eyes. ''oh.. oh my god dude- i've never seen you.. like this..'' he says out of breath from all the laughing he has done. suddenly embarrassed you cover your mouth with the palm of your hand, “sorry.. i don’t normally do this.” you say as your face reddened, “nah, i think it’s cute- don’t worry!”

yall started to get closer and it’s very evident to the rest of the crew, especially steve-o.

“dude are you hooking up with the costume chick?” steve-o asks, walking up to chris who was chilling on set. “first of all, no we aren’t hooking up. secondly, she isn’t just the costume chick.” steve just smirked at his friend, seeing how worked up he gets over her.

[philipjohnclapp]

Great! Anyway I can request a Bam Margera x Female!Reader smutty imagine? Maybe Bam ends up meeting Johnny’s younger sister and they end up in a relationship at some point. While in said relationship maybe another cast member ends up flirting with her at a party to piss of Bam on purpose and it ends up leading to some protective Bam and jealous sex?

Sex Pollution

Jackass Imagine

A/N: To those who said I can’t write, get a load of this! Haha!

Imagine you’re Johnny Knoxville's sister, probably younger sister. You’re southern, with a real heavy drawl, and look almost identical to him. Maybe not, but you can definitely see resemblances. You grew up close, surely not a girly girl, you get your hands dirty with no questions asked. You’ve spent the start of your brother's career watching, like a bird. Never really met any of the guys, you didn’t really care. Steve-O was too wild, and you weren’t a fan of heavy drugs, Pontius was too flirty, and oddly, Preston and Wee-Man had their own duo, Dunn? Well, he seemed nice, but he didn’t have the best hygiene, and that was enough on its own to be a deal breaker. Who else were you missing?? Never mind…

You never really were looking for a relationship, really, or even a casual friendship. But things happen all the time; and when Jackass came to town, and your mother let these guys stay a few nights, your plans flipped upside down. You were left confused, flustered, and you felt like a teenage girl all over again. With some kid crush on a guy with such a cute face. Handsome like a guy should be, but he was pretty. Not pretty enough you’d mistake him for a girl, though. Just pretty enough for you to gawk at, to sneak around with when all the guys and your family are asleep. Getting drinks, and sneaking pecks on the lips. Before you knew it you were in your own secret relationship with a guy by the name; Bam Margera. It rolled off the tip of your tongue; and you liked it that way.

And then you moved on to Hollywood, the land of the stars. It was quick, sudden really. It wasn’t permanent, no, you were staying with your brother by day, and sneaking off into hotels by night. Because this whole Bam thing was getting serious. And then you found out party’s exist, and that opened a world of fun. Especially when you found out one of the guys was throwing a rager; and it may or may not be that oh so annoying guy you met months prior. Fucking Steve-O, but you couldn’t care less as you went hand and hand with your boyfriend. Having the time of your life.

Until you weren’t, well, you still were, with a few drinks down the hatch. The only one who was growing increasingly more disturbed, upset, was Bam. Some random guy, probably as high as anyone else was chatting you up a storm, and starting to get real handsy. He wasn’t completely random as you knew that face from the set, but with the alcohol in your system you just couldn’t tell who it was. You were polite, didn’t really wanna make a scene, so you used the excuse you needed to get another drink, smiled with your southern charm in full spring, and headed straight to the kitchen.

The minute you stepped away from the cast member and Bam was taking your place, you could see from the corner of your eye. He was threatening the guy. And it was almost funny to you. Almost. Because the moment you were in the kitchen, Bam was coming up behind you. Wrapping his arms around you and mumbling into your ear, his voice sounded so harsh for a whisper. Almost as rough as sandpaper,

“Fuck were you doing with that scum?”

He growled, like a feral dog. His embrace tightened as he pressed himself up against you. In the kitchen. You were stunned, letting out a breath of air that you felt like you hung onto almost too long as you stayed still, your brain short circuiting as you tried to come up with an answer. You swore you had one, but it popped like a bubble. Your head was as empty as the sky tonight. And Bam didn’t seem to care as he started talking again. His rough nails clawing your sides as he ran his hands up and down them like a cat scratching his owner's couch.

“It doesn’t matter, you know you’re all mine.”

You did. Well, if you didn’t before you certainly know now. His boner pressing against your asscrack was certainly showing it. And fuck, did you like being his. And Bam was gonna make sure you knew it.

He shoved you against the floating island, brushing all the cans, and needles, and lord knows what else off the counter as you bent over for him. Bam ripped your pants down so fast you could’ve sworn he ruined your jeans. Fuck. You couldn’t even be bothered to care as you arched your back for him. He ripped his own pants off with record speed, and would have broken the world record for that one as he slipped his boxers down completely.

Bam was as hard as a gun, and you couldn’t even be bothered with all the party goers so close. The chances of someone walking in and or seeing this was close to a hundred, fuck it probably was going to happen. You didn’t care, luckily Johnny wasn’t here. He’d skin Bam like a pig.

It seemed that Bam didn’t care either, he didn’t have any decency either as he just shoved himself inside of you, and you moaned instantly. Your walls clenching onto him as you squealed with pleasure. Jerking your hips forward instinctively as he started immediately with rough, quick thrusts. You could’ve gotten whiplash he was being so rough, all you could think was fuck as he dug his nails into your side, his other hand gripping hard into your hair, pulling your head back as he warned you,

“You’re mine…fuck…baby, you’re all mine.”

He grunted, letting out his own quiet moan as he quickened his pace. His thrusts getting all messy and desperate, the smell of sex polluting the kitchen and probably spoiling the alcohol as you both neared your climax. His grip on your hair tightened so much you thought he’d rip your hair out, and then he pushed himself deep inside of you, and you saw white as he came inside of you, and you came onto him, moaning as the pleasure swallowed you like a tornado. Fuck, you’ve never been so glad to be his.

[oifaaa]

You’re so real for saying that Jason barely cared about the Joker in UTRH. The only thing he cared about was fucking with Bruce. (Which he did)

I seriously question if anyone who buys into the Jason is obsessed with killing the Joker has actually read utrh like there's a whole conversation between Jason and joker about how little Jason cares about him tho I guess I shouldn't be too harsh considering the amount of other dc books that play it up and that the movie (iirc) didn't include that conversation which oh I would have loved to have seen it animated

[acmelab]

Brain may be an ugly gay loser but he’s my ugly gay loser. 😔

yes pinky, we know

[essektheylyss]

I'm always bewildered by fictional relationships where an ex is characterized in such a way that is clearly framed in a way that wants you to side with the POV character, but the circumstances are like, "Honestly, your ex is fully valid in this situation and I hope they find someone who deserves them because you sure didn't."

[tonymarias]

This is for my people who just lost somebody…

@dunnswrld

[1yr4b3ll3]

guys should i start writing fics i like to think im a pretty good writer give me some ideas on what to write

[ashlynnlylim]

I kinda wanna post some Jackass stuff I wrote just to keep the fandom kicking but I still happen to have some dignity left...

[uglypastels]

maybe it's because i've been surrounded by nothing but books the past week so all my ideas are around that topic,

but has anyone considered book author!eddie?

[queenerdloser]

they really went galaxy brained by having columbo villains be the most condescending annoying self-satisfied little pricks known to man. every episode i'm salivating for when columbo fucking nails those smug jackasses.

[philipjohnclapp]

Heyy idk of ur requests are open

If they are, could you please do some head canons with Steve-o with a 2000s popstar reader like, kind of like Britney Spears because I fucking love her btw looooove ur writing 💗💗💗

Steve-O Dating a Popstar Reader Headcanons

A/N: I hope this is okay, I’ve mastered Steve-O to a T, Y/N? Not so much. This might work; if y’all want more feel free to request. implied female reader.

- You’re his bimbo girlfriend even if you aren’t a bimbo.

- That’s his name for you.

- He thinks your smoking hot.

- Wonders how he ended up with you.

- His friends think you’re an escort, at least at first they did.

- Now they think you’re his sugar baby.

- Listens to all your music and is very supportive; even though he’s a rocking roll man.

- Fucked around once and turned the amplifier up so loud, and got so close his ears bled.

- Was listening to your music at the time, he said your music was and I quote “so good that his ears bled.”

- Literally almost went deaf.

- He goes with you everywhere pretty much, you call him your “trophy boyfriend.”

- Definitely do all the “rockstar” like shit and get wasted.

- You constantly tell him you aren’t a rockstar.

- One time he asked you if you were friends with Tommy Lee.

- He got jealous?

- And then he threw up and passed out.

- Y’all cuddle every night.

- Especially after sex.

- Let’s you sometimes do makeup on him, he proceeded to bat his lashes and then he was kissing all the guys to mess with him.

- Somehow he contracted crabs or something from it and you made him sleep in a different room for like a month.

- He was sad.

- ALWAYS I mean ALWAYS does some sort of trick on stage before you preform.

- Hangs out in the mosh pit a LOT.

- Sometimes as a gag when you bring him on stage he acts like a fan girl and goes nuts.

- Kisses you with tongue in front of everyone.

- Especially on stage just because.

- Tried to learn the guitar so he could preform with you and he failed.

- That also made him reaally sad.

[s1eep-o]

Hi! I love ur fics <33 Can I request a Johnny Knoxville fic where maybe the gn!reader is having a really bad depression day (if ur comfy writing that!!) maybe he comes home earlier from filming to take care of them or something 🥺

fade into you.

pairing: johnny knoxville x gn!reader

warnings: reader being sad, alcohol consumption, use of the words: lovebug, doll, sweetheart + darling. lmk is there is more!!

you sat in the living room of the small apartment you and johnny shared. the television in the background on the mtv channel playing mazzy star. you haven't been feeling very well recently, causing you to sit at home with sad music playing as your thoughts engulfed your mind. you turn your head to the tv as an ad comes on, it shows a happy family at some dumb waterpark. this triggered something in you and you started to feel tears welling in your eyes. standing up you walk over to the small kitchen and open a bottle of beer and start to drink it. pulling your phone out of your pocket you decide to call johnny. ''hey there lovebug! what's up?'' johnny says over the phone, you can see the smile on his face, he didn't hear an answer causing him to get worried. ''is everything okay doll?'' he asks, voice laced with worry. ''i'm not feeling so well pj.. do you think you can come home early?..' i answer quietly into the phone. ''of course doll, i'll tell jeff somethin' came up.'' he says hanging up the phone.

you're laying on the couch again, sniffling with a face wet with tears when you hear the door rattle. ''hey darlin' i'm here..'' johnny says quietly as he takes off his shoes and walks over to the couch. ''oh sweetheart.. what's troubling ya' ?'' he asks with a small frown. you open your mouth but nothing come out, more tears start to stream down your face. johnny sits down next to you and pulls you to his chest, ''it's alright doll, let it all out..'' he coos. your tears slowly come to an end and johnny holds you out in front of him, ''you think you can tell me whats wrong now? '' he asks softly. ''i'm just having a bad day pj..'' you answer him softly. he just nods his head softly and stands up, bringing you up with him. ''c'mon let's get you cleaned up, yeah?'' he says as he walks you to the bathroom.

johnny is wiping your face with a warm towel as you are sitting on the counter of the bathroom sink. ''feelin' better?'' he asks while holding both sides of your face. you respond with a small nod and he gives you a big smile, pulling you into a tight hug. ''now if you ever feel like that again, just tell me okay? you don't have to tell me why you feel that way, because no matter what i will still be here to make you feel better. i love you.'' he says and gives you a small kiss to your forhead. you smile and give a small ''thanks''. ''now let's go to bed! i'm tired as shit!'' he exclaims, causing you to giggle.

A/N

woohoo there it is, i am on a roll! i think. anyways hope you like it! xoxo.

[ajmargera]

Imagen how funny it would be watching a horror film with bam and ryan high. Like legit, bam would be like hiding his face literally in the floor being sprawled across it cobering his ears so he didnt have to hear it and ryan would be holding his face in his hands peeking through his fingers waiting for it to be over screaming like a little girl.

I've got writers block rn and life's getting in the way. But this just popped into my head and ima try be more active on here over the next few days. Thanks for all the support guys ly all <3