#cky4

[myownprivategeocity]

missing them… </3

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[anacondabxllpit]

[vivaladicamillo]

im having dico brain rot so bad someone shoot me

[asskickedbygirl]

my favourite viva la bam moments i made for my own pleasure <3

[sepsis-and-sparkles]

beastman/skeletor music vid - bam shots (CKY4)

[punkdooley]

Periods Suck w/ Johnny Knoxville

not my gif! creds to @doctorjackass

This again is based on both a general basis as well as my own personal experiences, and if you can relate I'm so so sorry because it 100% sucks. I hope you like it!

Warning: talk of extreme blood and period cramping, physical illness.

As gn as it possibly can be! And I'm sorry it's not exactly chock-full of...probably what anyone else wants...I'll make a list to accompany it and maybe have a surprise or something to pair with it. If you have any, please give constructive criticism! Just no flat-out insults, please.

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"Babe, it's okay, I'm right here."

God, those words were like music to your ears.

Johnny sighed a bit as you clung onto his t-shirt, gently rubbing your back as he pressed his lips to you head. "I'm not going anywhere, sweet pea, I've been right here with you all night."

"I had a nightmare..." you mumbled into his chest, whimpering a bit as his hands against your skin made you jump.

"Honey, you're awful warm, you sure you feel okay? Y'know, besides that dream."

You shake your head, looking up with him with a face that just told him everything. "I feel like shit...I'm achy, I'm hot, my throat is sore..."

"Meaning you're sick." he sighed, covering your back with the blanket lying over the two of you. "I'll go get you a hot toddy and a hoodie."

"...and a snack..?" you let out, pouting slightly.

Chuckling as he sat up slowly, making sure you were comfortably lying your head down on the pillow, he nodded. "Yeah, I'll bring you a snack. But you have to stay. in. bed." he pointed at you sternly before turning his attention down to his house shoes.

"Fine..."

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"God I fucking hate this..." you mumbled, sitting your warm, achy bottom onto the cold, hard toilet seat.

Luckily the hot toddy that Johnny made you hours before had helped your throat and fever a little bit, however the achiness in your bones and muscles were still very much present.

Unfortunately for you, Johnny had an early morning meeting so, at least for the moment, you were stuck at home alone, sick as a dog, very much not in the mood for any other bad news, physical activity and/or labor, or quite frankly, anything at all.

You sigh as you grab some toilet paper and go to clean yourself up.

When you pull your hand back to your lap to stand, you notice it. Probably the only god damned thing that could make your day any worse; blood.

"Oh, come the fuck on!" you groan, holding your face in your clean hand.

"What's wrong?" you hear outside the door, a little annoyed that now was the time Johnny had come home, yet also thankful.

"Mother Nature decided that being sick wasn't enough for me to deal with this week," you sighed, making sure you were completely clean down there before looking towards the door and calling out again. "will you grab me a pad, or a tampon or something from my drawer, I forgot to put some in here the last time I bought some..."

"You really need to be more thoughtful about doing that kind of stuff darlin'!" he called as he walked into the bedroom, the sound of the drawers in your nightstand clinking with random items as he rummaged for one of the cotton pieces of hell you'll have to deal with for the next few days.

"Yes, PJ, I'm aware, I wasn't exactly thinking 'oh, hey, I need these like right this second, I should put them all around the house in case I find myself in the middle of a period emergency.'"

"Yeesh, guess the PMS is already kicking in..." he mumbled as he opened the door, holding out one of each choice for you to choose.

Sighing heavily, you take them from him and open up the pad. "I'm sorry, alright, I just don't feel good, and this really just made me feel worse..."

Johnny shrugged, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets as he watched you. "You're good, I know you've been having a rough day. Just thought I'd be a little helpful."

"You are being helpful, this, is helpful. I didn't wanna have to walk out there and end up having to change my underwear too, luckily I caught it just in time..."

His eyebrows lifted, pulling a hand out of his pocket as to offer a suggestion. "That's good, right? That means it's not gonna be so bad this time around...right?"

"It's still too early to tell." you sighed heavily, throwing the wrapper away as you stood up and flushed the toilet. "Hopefully this time I don't have cramps that'll keep me in bed all week and a flow that'll put a shark to shame..."

"Okay, ew, TMI, sweetheart."

You snickered a bit as you turned the faucet on, ridding your hands of the red stains on your skin. "Hey, you wanna date a female, this is what you have to deal with."

"Maybe I will switch to guys..." he mumbled, shrugging to himself as he looked back up to meet your gaze in the mirror. "I brought you some soup, and I'll make another hot toddy for you so you can sleep. And, I guess I can make a trip to the store to get you some more snacks and ice cream and...whatnot."

Giving him a little pout in the mirror as you turned the water off, you turned around and wiped your hands on the hand towel hanging in front of you before going in and hugging his torso. "That would be great, PJ, thank you..."

"Of course doll," he said as he hugged you back, rubbing your back and placing a kiss on your forehead. "it's the least I can do for ya after all the shit you've had to put up with from me and the boys. "

"Yeah, you're lucky that I love you enough to put up with that crap."

"And you're lucky I'm such a charming, handsome, thoughtful partner."

[downtownbunnybaby]

Loved the firsts with Dico!! Can you do one of Raab too!

Firsts With Chris Raab / Raab Himself

Chris Raab x G!N Reader!

Description: All your firsts with Raab. Fluff SFW.

A/N: ask, and you shall receive. disappeared and came back just to post this. more fics are in the works but I've just been so busy.

Warnings: swearing, typical CKY nonsense.

Word Count: 3,028K

Hug:

In all your years of living in Westchester, you had never seen it rain so much. Naturally, you thought your little group would take a break from filming, considering the flooded streets with rain water and what you could only imagine was the sewer water that had risen. 

Enjoying your day off from the chaos, staring outside your kitchen window, you watched the rain pour. A warm mug of coffee adorned your hands as you wondered what your friends were up to, hoping they chose to take the day off like you. Unfortunately, your wonderings were interrupted as you saw a familiar blonde sprint past your house. Setting the mug down and grabbing your raincoat, you ran outside. 

“Raab?!” You shout, searching for the blonde. Met with silence, you decide to go back inside, then you hear them. 

“Do it again! Run by Y/N’s house,” Bam yells, sprinting to record your reaction. 

“Bam! What the hell is going on?” Swatting the camera from your face, you turn to a sopping-wet Bam and Dico. 

“Just watch,” Says Dico, pointing to the flooded street. And there he was. Raab was running through the flooded streets of Westchester, wearing only a headband, underwear, and sunglasses. 

“HI Y/N,” He says, waving as a car passing honks and splashes him. You’re quick to hand the dirt-covered and soaked boy your coat, sensing he must be freezing.

“This is the dumbest idea you have ever had,” They simply laugh at your annoyance. “Seriously, Raab. You could get hyperthermia,” 

Dico chimes in, “Oh, come on, Y/N, a little mud never hurt anybody,” You roll your eyes at his comment, urging Raab to put on your jacket. However, he simply tosses the fabric to the side and opens his arms for an embrace. Much to your protests, the boy was determined to get you as dirty as he was. Dico grabs ahold of you before you can escape. Bam cackles, recording every second of the chaos. 

“No—don’t. Raab, you’re the worst.” You whine, trying to rid the muddy boy off of you. Of course, knowing Raab, there were flirtatious undertones to the “prank.” 

“You know you love it, Y/N.” He says, making sure all the mud transfers onto your white shirt. His embrace only falters after Dico makes an obvious comment. 

“If I dint know any better…I’d say you have a little crush on Y/N.” Dico and Bam grow hysterical at Raab’s wide eyes and red face, quickly dropping you into the rainwater. 

Holding Hands:

It was evident to everyone that you and Raab had a less-than-normal relationship. The two of you were inseparable, like Bam and Ryan, but with more romantic tension. What started as a bet after watching 16 Candles became a signature aspect of your relationship. 

“That’s stupid,” You say, chucking a handful of popcorn at your TV, making a mental note to clean the mess later. “I mean, why not just hold hands? What's the point of holding pinkies?!” It was your group's weekly movie night, and you had selected the cheesiest 80s film you could find, thinking the night would consist of hilarious commentary from your friends. However, much to your dismay, the boys enjoyed it far more than you ever would. 

Bam interjects your complaints. “Y/N, you wouldn't understand. You don’t have a romantic bone in your body,” A mix of laughter and agreement circles the room. 

“I can be romantic!” Slightly hurt by Bam’s comment, you make a proposition. “I can prove it!.” You had no idea why you said it. Maybe, it was your competitive nature or the fact Raab was looking at you with those soft eyes that had you falling. 

“Yeah, how?” Ryan interjects, laughing at your sudden outburst. Looking around the room, he waits for a response. After not receiving one from you or the other boys, he answers his question. “I bet you Bam’s Lamborghini you can’t go a month holding Raab’s pinky,” 

“Not my Lamborghini, asswipe!” 

“Shut up—what do you say, Y/N?” Scanning the room, you search for any signs of disagreement, but eager faces and wide grins stare back as they await your answer. “Deal!” You exclaim, grabbing Raab’s smallest finger as he grows bright red. 

It was nearing the end of the month, and you had long forgotten about the bet between you and Ryan. You had grown accustomed to holding pinkies with Raab, becoming your little ritual. Like always, you were all in Bam’s basement. Dico, Rake, and Bam eyed Ryan’s watch as midnight was only minutes away. 

“Y/N is 5 minutes away from owning a Lambo,” Whispers Rake, slightly hoping you’d let go of Raab’s pinky so you’d lose and they wouldn't have to hear Bam complain. You and Raab sat on the couch, watching new footage recorded that day, promptly ignoring the boys. Too entertained by the content presented. 

“1 minute,” Whispered Ryan, switching from looking at his watch to you. Bam was beginning to open his mouth to speak when it happened. Laughing obnoxiously loud at Raab’s stunt, you maneuver your hand to embrace his significantly larger one, not caring about any repercussions that may occur. Squeezing your hand, Raab forces you to look at him, a beaming grin adorning his pale skin. 

“Yes!” Shouted Bam, jumping up and down, engulfing Dico in his arms and pointing at you. “You lost!” 

Rolling your eyes at the imprompt interruption, you ask, “What are you talking about?” 

Bam continues shouting, ignoring your question. “I get to keep my Lambo!” Then it dawns on you, the bet. Raab is the first to defend you. “Woah, if anything, hand-holding gives them extra points,” 

“Technically, Ryan said pinkies, and I’m looking at full-on hand-holding. So you lose!” Dico says, laughing in your face. 

“Whatever, THIS is way better than your Lambo.” So what if you didn't own a sports car? You hand a killer hand to hold anytime.

First Date:

Raab would never admit it, but he did not have a romantic bone in his body. However, he’d consider himself dammed if he didn't make your first date special. Everyone knew that you and Raab had feelings for each other. After being friends for many years, Raab finally took the initiative of asking you on a date.

The two of you were excited to spend time together ALONE. That meant no filming, pranks, or stunts, and especially, no CKY Crew to sabotage your date. You both chose a small cafe that had opened up downtown. The both of you enjoyed each other's company, reminiscing about your lives thus far. 

Raab flashes you his signature smile, handing you your latte. “I heard the pranks we filmed at Mcdonald's are going to be in the new Jackass episode,” 

“No way!” You exclaim, taking a sip from the scorching drink. “I got banned from that Mcdonald's because of Dico,” The two of you continue retelling stories about the skits and pranks either of you failed to attend, enjoying each other’s presence and the ambiance of the sweet and small cafe. You noticed Raab drifting from the conversation, his attention drawn to something behind you. 

“Chris? Everything alright,” You ask, grabbing his hand and hoping to gain his attention. 

“Am I crazy, or are that Bam and Dico?!” You quickly snapped your neck back to make eye contact with a terrified Bam. It was a miracle your neck didn't break from the velocity. Strutting towards their table, you make eye contact with a not-so-subtle Dico hiding behind a menu. Chris follows behind, slightly begging for you to ignore them. 

“Y/N! Raab! What a surprise!” Dico begins but is promptly interrupted by you grabbing the menu and slapping his shoulder. 

Raab chimes in, “What are you two doing here?” 

“And don't lie,” You add. 

Like scolded children, the two mumble about spying and being bored without you.

“In our defense, we didn't think you’d see,” Says Dico, trying not to laugh at your fuming demeanor. 

Baffled at his response, you point out the menu. “Dico, you were hiding behind a Wings N’ Things menu! You stand out like a sore thumb,” This elicits a rather loud laugh from Bam, who is simply enjoying sabotaging your date. 

“Well, since we’re all here, how about we sit with you guys?” Interjecting you and Dico’s argument. 

“Great idea, Bam,” Dico snatches his menu from your hands and makes his way to your table, sipping obnoxiously loud on your latte. 

Sleeping in the same bed / Cuddling:

Spending the night at the Margera household is not a taboo to your rambunctious group. You would all live there if April didn't kick you out after the third night. Usually, you slept in the same room as Bam and Dico, not minding the number of times flour and a hard punch struck your face. However, Dico had gotten into the habit of waking up your group with a face full of his ass, followed by a glass-shattering and foul-smelling fart. After witnessing Raab be a victim of this trend for a CKY video, undoubtingly it was hilarious, but you knew better. You would not risk potentially getting pink eye tonight. 

It was 2 AM, Raab had been asleep for a while now, and the rest of the boys were slowly migrating to their respective areas. Of course, Bam offered you a spot on the floor next to his bed, but you would not be taking any chances. 

“You sure you don’t want to sleep in my room?” Bam asked, handing you a blanket. 

“Bam, you know I love you, but Dico is taking this bit too far,” You say, eyeing Dico as he mocks you behind Bam’s back. Bam simply laughs as he bids goodnight, dragging the rest of the boys with him and leaving you alone in the living room. 

It was nearing 3 AM, and you were struggling to fall asleep. You rarely slept alone. Whether it was Ryan’s arm on your forehead or Bam kicking you in the middle of the night, one of the boys was always near you. You were finding solitude to be unbearable. Sitting up, you weigh your options. You could spend a sleepless night in Bam’s living room or risk getting pink eye in his room. You quickly dismissed those options because there was another.

Carefully, you made your way up the stairs, trying your best not to wake anyone up. Reaching the guest bedroom, you hesitantly walk up to the closet Raab inhabited. Knocking softly, you waited for the boy to greet you. The rest of the crew would have laughed at the fact you treated the closet like his house. But you felt it was the polite thing to do, considering it was 3 AM. The closet opened abruptly, interrupting your thoughts and forcing you to stare at the sight in front of you. Raab’s hair was disheveled, blonde strands sticking in every direction. His shirt was off, sporting, a slightly annoyed facial expression, expecting to be pranked by Dico or Bam. However, his frown turned into a sleepy grin, realizing it was you, not Dico.

“Y/N?” He asked, confused as to why you were here. 

“...Hi,” You replied, “Can I sleep with you? Don’t feel like waking up to a face full of Dico ass today.” Softly laughing at your response, he welcomed you into his nook. It looked pretty comfortable, considering the location of it all. 

Raab helps you situate yourself in the dark closet. Your bodies were unbelievably close. You could feel his breath exhaling from his nose in your ear as he spoke. “It’s a tight fit. I hope you don’t mind,” You didn’t mind. You never would. If it meant you could always be this close to him. 

Dico is the first one up in the morning. He rushes downstairs to wake you up but is bewildered to see you aren't there. The only remains of your presence are the blanket Bam lent you discarded on the floor with your hoodie. He makes his way to the kitchen, asking April if she’s seen you. 

“Sorry, Dico. Have not seen them,” Ignoring his complaints, she continues making breakfast, asking him to call the rest of the boys down before he continues his search. 

“Bam! Wake up!” Dico is leaning over Bam, shaking him until he responds to his dramatic pleas. Bam simply groans, covering his face with a pillow. But Dico is persistent, shaking him until he responds. 

“What the hell, Dico?! What is so important,” It takes Dico several moments to respond, enjoying the present annoyance on Bam’s face. By the time he does answer Bam’s questions, Rake and Ryan are also up. 

“Who’s missing?” 

“Y/N’s missing?” Ryan rubs the sleep from his eyes before proposing a solution. “Let’s have breakfast and then look for them. The boys agree. Of course, how could they search for their friend on empty stomachs? 

“Alright,” Bam says, pushing Dico off of him. “Can someone get Raab?” Then it hits them all at once. In seconds, Dico is shouting for Bam to get the camera. He motions for everyone to follow him once Bam starts recording. They make their way to the guest room, giggling at their plan. Opening the closet door, they gawked at the sight. You’re under Raab’s arm, almost on top of him, his firm embrace bringing you closer throughout the night. Dico almost feels bad for what he’s about to do, but then he remembers the cameras and forgets about remorse and decency. 

Dico pulls his pants down, aiming his behind over you and Raab’s face. Only briefly stopping when you stir, bringing Raab closer to you. Squatting, he lets it out, mostly on your face. The impact, plus Bam slapping both of you, wakes you up. 

“Ow,” You shout. “What the fuck was that?!” Cackling and shouting, the boys run out of the room as you bolt up. 

Raab exits the closet, crawling. “You just slapped us in the face, and we wake up to some ass, RIGHT THERE,” The boys return. Dico is on the floor, breathless, as he mocks both of your responses. Even Jess had joined the party, laughing at Dico’s retelling of the events. 

“That’s what you get for scaring us,” Says Bam, holding you in his arms, giggling before he continues his dramatics. “You had us worried sick,” 

You lightly push him. “At least Raab doesn't kick me in the middle of the night,” Bam rolls his eyes. He shoves you, so you fall on Raab, who simply smiles at the fact you prefer him over Bam. 

Kiss:

You were all filming for the latest episode of Jackass, you had filmed with the new crew several times prior, but this was the first time Raab and the rest of the CKY group had flown down to Los Angeles to join you, Bam and Ryan. Everyone had an underlying desire to impress the Jackass guys, especially Raab. Not only did he want to impress Knoxville and Tremaine, but he wanted to impress YOU. Sure, you were the same Y/N from Westchester, but you were in LA now, and he feared you’d end up dating some Hollywood hotshot instead of him. That fear led him to a circumstance destined for failure. He squatted in a rusty shopping car, telling Bam to push him as hard as possible. 

“I don't know, Raab, this is sketchy, even for us. There’s no bush to catch you.” 

“Bam, just do it,” Low and behold, Raab’s head broke his fall as he plummeted to the asphalt of the vacant grocery store. Everyone laughed as soon as the dirty blonde hit the ground. Of course, you were the first to help him, followed by Knoxville, who felt he had a moral obligation to check if the younger boy needed a medic. 

“Rabb, you alright?” Johnny’s southern drawl confused the boy below him, eliciting several nose scrunches as a response. “You took quite the hit. Let Y/N help you up,” Raab perked up at the sound of your name, instantly lending you his arm to help him up. He tried his best to talk to you, but the slur of his speech prohibited any form of coherent sentences. The group laughed at his poor attempt at flirting with you. 

“Looks like he fell hard for you, Y/N,” Dico chimed in. Once again, the group roared with laughter at Dico’s pun, and Raab slurred a “Shut up!” in response. 

At the hospital, Raab practically begged for you to remain at his side as the doctor observed and treated his concussion. Of course, the film crew was eating up the flourishing romance. Bam leans over to whisper in Raab’s ear. He shook his head, but Bam softly nudged him, “Come on, just do it,” 

“Y/N, I feel terrible. Can you kiss it better?” He asks, pointing to his bandaged head, avoiding your gaze. Giggling, you complied with his silly request. “Anywhere else, Chris?” He looked at Bam, who only leaned onto Knoxville, laughing. Testing his luck, he pointed to his cheek and then his lips. Not expecting you to do it, he turned his head to the camera and Knoxville to verbally end the episode. However, before he could start, you softly grabbed his chin, tilting his head towards you before leaning in. Even in his hazy state, he could feel himself melting into you. As you pulled apart, he felt himself going for more, but the gasps and laughs from your friends, including your hand on his chest preventing him from moving forward, brought him back to reality. 

“Well, Raab, what do you have to say?” It was Knoxville. 

Despite his concussion and the unbearable pain he was experiencing, he was beaming with joy, a wide grin adorning his face. “I’m Jackass. You’re watching Raab Himself, and Y/N just kissed me.” Smiling, you kiss his cheek, causing Raab to throw his head back in delight. 

“Careful now. Don't want you getting another concussion.” Said Johnny, one hand on his chest and the other on Bam’s shoulder as the room laughed at the younger boy in front of them. 

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[hineygorerage1]

Prompt: finding out you’re touching yourself during a call

Fandom: CKY (plus Ryan)

Ryan: you and Ryan were chatting back and forth one night when you got randomly horny. You couldn’t wait, since Ryan obviously wasn’t gonna hang up anytime soon. You decided to touch yourself whilst he spoke, which ended up in you getting caught, “did you just moan?” Asked Ryan, shocked at the sound of you whining from pleasure. He leaned closer to the microphone and whispered sweet nothings and praise for you to get off to, which obviously worked. You’d gotten finished quickly with all the praise, which he was pleased by. “Keep this a secret, sugar. I wanna keep you to myself,” he muttered before you both hung up, much to your dismay. He’d insisted you get rest. The next day when you saw him, he kept staring at your hands, as if he was proud of what they’d done for him.

Chad: Chad was bored and wanted to play truth or dare, suggesting he go first. After back and forth truths, Chad finally got you to choose dare, to which he commanded; “I dare you to fuck yourself on call with me,” this shocked you! He’d never showed sexual interest in you and suddenly he wanted you to fuck yourself? You asked what to do, Chad replying with “suck on your fingers,” you obeyed, which got praise, “good girl, so good at using your mouth~ now that they’re all nice and wet, take off your panties,” he whispered, and you could hear him unzipping his jeans, “you do it yet? Yeah? That’s my girl, now spread your legs and use them to fuck yourself.” His command was met with an obedient reply, ‘yes, sir’. Your fingers slipped in and began pumping away. Chad sat there, praising and cooing softly to you as you finished yourself for him. He asked you to lick it off your fingers and tell him how it tasted. After you’d gotten tired, he asked you to go to bed. The next day he grabbed you and drug you too to some random bathroom to have some fun with you.

Jess: Jess had been talking to you about plans this weekend. He was planning on doing a party for Bam to celebrate the success of the jackass tv show. Half way through, he got to asking you what you’d wear. He began to explain what he’d like, “y’know… you could wear that tight little dress you wore to Ryan’s birthday dinner. It hugged your ass really tight,” he muttered, listening to your shaky breathing. He smirked, “you like that? Like when I talk about your ass? What about those pretty tits of yours?” He flirted. Jess listened carefully to your movements, excited when he heard the sound of you taking off your belt and jeans. He encouraged you further to touch yourself for him, enjoying the sound of you doing so. Soon enough he’d joined in, “I promise that if you wear that tight dress, I’ll fuckin’ ruin you,” he whispered into the phone, hand working fast on himself. By the time you both had finished, you had gotten exhausted and fell asleep on call together. The next weekend, Jess was pleased with your outfit choice, and did exactly as he promised when you got home.

Deron: Deron was in his hotel room on tour all alone, having chose it to avoid rooming with an obnoxiously drunk Chad. He had gotten your number from a gig and decided to try his luck. He was happy to hear you answer, “hey! Is this (your name)? It’s deron.. from cky?” He smiled, listening to your quiet but obvious fangirling, “I just wanted to uh, check in.. I’m all bored and alone in my hotel room and thought I would chat with you? You seemed pretty cute at the venue,” deron rolled over onto his back and held the phone in his hand, his free hand mindlessly twirling/twisting strands of his hair. “So, whatcha up to? Yeah? Just all alone in your house?… no one there..?” He bit his lip, mind running pervertedly. “Hmm, most fangirls I talk to try to fuck me, y’know?” He giggled. “Do you.. wanna fuck me?” His voice was smooth as he awaited to hear the eager ‘yes’ he was relieved when he heard it. He continued to tease, “so.. if I were there, you’d bend over and let me slip into you?, maybe I would fuck you all slow and hard? Or maybe you like fast and simple?” Deron unbuttoned his pants, hearing you begin to do the same. “Is that why you wanted to give me your number? You wanted to fuck me?, I’d let you~” he could hear the sound of your fingers in your soaked cunt, enjoying the sloppy sounds of lust. “You sound cute like that, honey…fuck I’m so close~” he whispered. You two finished together, and deron saved your number in his phone under ‘plaything x’. He hooked you up with free tickets for next show in your state so he could see you again, treating you like a dirty slutty groupie in the dressing rooms before the show, and then after, and then again.

[eliliqvid]

fem!bam

[xx-key-xx]

poor ralph.

[myownprivategeocity]

ugh he’s so sexy …

sorry for being so inactive lately guys, but here’s a set of my fav bam gifs !!

( obvs gif cred goes to the respectful owners, i’m so sorry i didn’t collect those names!! i find them scattered around the internet, but i’m pretty sure my good friend @bambammargera provided some of these to me <3 )

[anacondabxllpit]

Thought this might be fun to share :) let me know if there’s any specific bits/stunts/etc you’d like to see from the first movie !!

[vivaladicamillo]

guys u dont get it im yelling

[asskickedbygirl]

i would never leave you for hellboy ry <3

[welcometojackass2022]

I’d never seen the last few minutes of CKY4 and now I wish I hadn’t. I could have gone the rest of my life without that pubic hair shot of Jenn.

[punkdooley]

I'm fr letting THIS thing break my heart who tf am i