#tmab

[a-tiny-frog-girl]

ok ok ok so i heard you're possibly working on tmab (yippie!!) and i have the bestest idea for when like mars is comfortable and friends with all of them (especially spencer). so like i saw this picture on pinterest and it made me think about spencer teaching mars how to play chess. cause he has this mini chess thing which he plays which i think is the perfect size for her to be able to see and play the game. anyways,,, just a thought :)))

OH FUCK YEAH DUDE

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[istherewifiinhell]

Wait. Tmab au. Dinobot rattrap cheetor. Primal and rhinox not allowed to help. I need just the guys i would LEAST trust with a baby.

[theredshirtsarecoming]

WIP Tag Game

I was tagged by @oliveofvanders

Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as mang people as you have WIPs.

Copy of Copy of Copy of Copy of Copy of Copy of Copy of Copy of Copy of Copy of Copy of Copy of Untitled document

Copy of Copy of Copy of Copy of Copy of Copy of Copy of Copy of Copy of Copy of Copy of Copy of Copy of Copy of Copy of Copy of Copy of Untitled document

Copy of Copy of Copy of Copy of Copy of Copy of Copy of Copy of Copy of Copy of Copy of Copy of Copy of Copy of Copy of Copy of Copy of Copy of Untitled document

4. Misunderstanding

1. Kiss

3. Negotiations

Lancer and Gordon Spinoff

Help I'm Falling For You (and I don't want to get up)

10 (in the falling two sub folder)

How Jason Todd Stopped Murdering People by Becoming a Romance Novelist

Jazz/Babs Sequel

Everlasting Love

Day Twenty-four

Day Twenty-five

Day Twenty-six

2 (in the Heirs sub folder)

1 (in the John Constantine Fucked Up and Now We're Living in a Soulmate AU sub folder)

2 (in the John Constantine Fucked Up and Now We're Living in a Soulmate AU sub folder)

Sophie backstory

NFBP 1

NFBP 2

NFBP 3

NFBP 4

NFBP 5

ch3 Justice League vs The GAV

C+S CH5

Eliot and Din Bodyswap

G&M CH7

HGC CH1

Parker and Anakin: Racing Buddies

S&F CH2

TMABS CH5

Chaos Twins and Grandpa Dooku stop the war via not murdering Jedi

Din meets leverage

Eliot is Bucky 2

Healing Touch

Passover Sophie

Riker and Solo with Q

Serial Killer Harry

That photo album thing

The Womp Rat Thing

Native Phrase

Vader's side

Build-A-Bat

But I'm not Robin?

Gift for Cass

Nothing Left to Live

Sam/Dick dimension traveling soulmates

WIP Day

Wrath of the Kool-Aid Man

WWT

Your heart on your skin, I can't take it away

You can ask but no promises I will have very good answers.

I'm not tagging 52 people but I will tag a few. @nightshiftshenanigans @finemeal, @littlestartopaz, @little-dreams-of-life, @nikki-pondtheauthor, and @chromatographic

[i-am-beckyu]

Got it in one! (Well, technically two, but)

Anyway yeah! I had 47 homework assignments to do in two weeks ish so I just got done literally working myself sick lmaooo

I haven't talked to anyone in ages, but hopefully not having any responsibilities for a while will change that!! Hopefully I can even get back to TMAB!!

🐸

Ayooooooo

Oh my gosh 47? HOW ARE YOU EVEN FUNCTIONING? That’s so much and I can imagine how much strain that would have been on top of everything else.

You’re an absolute trooper Froggie ❤️💚

And it’s all good!! If I’d had that many assignments I wouldn’t have spoken to anyone really either, but you’ve been about as anon so to know it was you is nice to know you’ve been here/not here.

And yasssssss the return of TMAB!!! Oh how I miss my fav trauma baby! She needs another layer of trauma!

But take some time to rest and celebrate now it’s all over Froggie! You e definitely deserved it!! So proud of you for making it through!

You’re incredible💚❤️🥰

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Lima Titik Sumur Bor Dibangun Satgas TMMD Kodim HST untuk Masyarakat Pengambau Hilir Luar

  HARUYAN, KAB. HULU SUNGAI TENGAH – Program TNI Manunggal Air Bersih (TMAB) yang merupakan program unggulan Kepala Staf Angkatan Darat (KASAD), menjadi bagian penting dalam pelaksanaan TNI Manunggal Membangun Desa (TMMD) ke-124 tahun 2025 di wilayah Kodim 1002/Hulu Sungai Tengah. Sebanyak lima titik sumur bor akan dibangun untuk memenuhi kebutuhan air bersih warga Desa Pengambau Hilir Luar,…

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Melalui Program TMAB Wujudkan Air Bersih Bagi Warga Dusun Harapan Jaya

Kutai Kartanegara. – Dandim 0906/Kkr Letkol Czi Damai Adi Setiawan resmikan sumur bor dalam rangka TNI Manunggal air bersih tahap III tahun 2024 yang berada diwilayah koramil 0906-07/Sebulu di Dusun harapan Jaya Desa sanggulan Kecamatan Sebulu, Selasa (30/9/2024). Acara peresmian sumur bor dalam rangka TNI Manunggal air bersih merupakan bantuan presiden RI tahap III tahun 2004 yang dilakukan…

[gameboy-mystery-part2]

[a-tiny-frog-girl]

me? writing again for the first time in months???

it's more likely than you think 😏

[joyffree]

🖤🌙NEW RELEASE🌙🖤

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 by USA Today bestselling author Ginger Scott is LIVE! This is a second chance, friends to lovers, football, rockstar, small town romance.

1-CLICK: https://mybook.to/tmab 

Read FREE with Kindle Unlimited!

Add to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/198216702-the-moon-and-back

Blurb:

Johnny Bishop crashed into my life like a hurricane. Not once, but twice.

The first time, we were teenagers. He was the star quarterback destined to save our small town's high school team. I was the music nerd desperate to shine, but always falling short.

Until him.

Johnny was good at football, but he was great at music. And when I realized we shared a love of performing, I fell for his charm. I drank in his words and was hypnotized by the way he sang. I was never fully in the spotlight with him, but the way he held onto me and kept me close felt good enough. His star was bright enough for both of us, and his dreams were worth all the risks, even if they were my dreams first.

But when he left our town--leaving me in it--the damage in his wake was devastating. I spent a decade trying to piece together my broken heart. A decade trying to avoid his music, a nearly impossible feat considering he was selling out arenas and piling up Grammys. While he tore through city after city, I built a quiet life as a music teacher in my hometown.

I'd made peace with the fact that a now famous rockstar once held my hand and told me he loved me. But when he shows up unannounced, begging for help, I’m sucked right back into his gravitational pull.

I want to hate him. I want to punish him for turning his back on me. But I can’t when he’s so broken. And the more time we spend in our present talking about our past, the more I start to wonder if maybe Johnny left to save us all from the storm.

Maybe that story about me and the famous rockstar has a lot more story to be told.

Find more books by Ginger Scott here: https://www.littlemisswrite.com

[cocktailsfairytales]

🖤𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐀𝐋 🖤

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 by USA Today bestselling author Ginger Scott is coming October 5th! We’re so excited to share the cover with you today!

Pre-order: https://mybook.to/tmab

Add to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/198216702-the-moon-and-back

What to expect:

✔️Second chance

✔️Friends to lovers

✔️Coming of age

✔️Football

✔️Small town

✔️Rockstar

Blurb:

Johnny Bishop crashed into my life like a hurricane. Not once, but twice.

The first time, we were teenagers. He was the star quarterback destined to save our small town's high school team. I was the music nerd desperate to shine, but always falling short.

Until him.

Johnny was good at football, but he was great at music. And when I realized we shared a love of performing, I fell for his charm. I drank in his words and was hypnotized by the way he sang. I was never fully in the spotlight with him, but the way he held onto me and kept me close felt good enough. His star was bright enough for both of us, and his dreams were worth all the risks, even if they were my dreams first.

But when he left our town--leaving me in it--the damage in his wake was devastating. I spent a decade trying to piece together my broken heart. A decade trying to avoid his music, a nearly impossible feat considering he was selling out arenas and piling up Grammys. While he tore through city after city, I built a quiet life as a music teacher in my hometown.

I'd made peace with the fact that a now famous rockstar once held my hand and told me he loved me. But when he shows up unannounced, begging for help, I’m sucked right back into his gravitational pull.

I want to hate him. I want to punish him for turning his back on me. But I can’t when he’s so broken. And the more time we spend in our present talking about our past, the more I start to wonder if maybe Johnny left to save us all from the storm.

Maybe that story about me and the famous rockstar has a lot more story to be told.

Cover designed by Ginger Scott

Find more books by Ginger Scott here: littlemisswrite.com

Influencer sign up: https://forms.gle/8vsz5akMeWvuKu8W8

#themoonandback #gingerscott #comingofage #football #rockstar #smalltown #secondchance #friendstolovers #newadult #coverreveal #octoberrelease #wordsmithpublicity

[bunnies-in-the-archives]

Hello everyone! In light of the release of The Magnus Protocol (TMAGP) don’t you think it’s about time to clear out some old plot bunnies that have been collecting dust between your ears and set them free? Well do we have the perfect event for you, please check out our Bunnies in the Archives Event, a plot bunny exchange that will allow you to drop off some ideas you’ve never managed to bring to fruition in exchange for taking home someone else’s bunny and nurturing it into a story. If you’re not a writer that’s alright, they say a picture is worth a thousand words and artists are very welcome to stop in and pick up a prompt or two for themselves as well!

[lintasbatasindonesia]

TMAB Menjadi Sasaran TMMD Ke 121 Kodim 0904/Paser

Kodim 0904/Paser Korem 091/ASN Kodam VI/Mlw, Kecamatan Batu Sopang. Personel TNI Manunggal Membangun Desa (TMMD) 121 Kodim 0904/Psr melaksanakan program TNI Manunggal Air Bersih (TMAB) di Desa Songka Kecamatan Batu Sopang. Sabtu (27/7/2024). Hal tersebut dilakukan, atas permintaan warga di Desa Songka Kecamatan Batu Sopang. Warga mengeluhkan pada saat musim kemarau kesulitan untuk mendapatkan…

[kee-writestrashh]

To Marry a Bastard

Ramsay Bolton x Reader

ao3

summary:  Before there were the Bastard's Bitches, the Black Sheep, the Wicked Ones, and the Red King's to worry about there was only the Bastard's Boys. Before there was a bun in the oven there was a possessive, obsessive love. There was raw emotion. There was a rowdy group of men who frequented a small, hole in wall, bar.... There was something evil behind that smirk. But there was also something needing and wanting behind those cold blue eyes.

**prequel to Guns for Hire

Chapter 1:  In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep... 

"How was the gym?" Damon asked, falling into the couch across from Ramsay.

"Shit. Fucked up my shoulder again." Ramsay hummed, finishing off his glass of whiskey and lighting a cigarette.

"Mm. I think you do it on purpose. Like the pain." Damon smirked, pulling a bag of marijuana from his pocket and sitting up to grab the Playboy magazine and rolling papers off the coffee table.

"It is pretty sweet. But nah, I keep hoping that maybe it will all just click again and I can beat the fuck out of Snow." Ramsay sighed, watching Damon break up a bud.

"So I was at the bar last night and that one chick was there..." Damon said rather slyly.

Ramsay tutted, rolling his eyes.

"She's pretty fuckin' hot dude. For sure not from the city. She got a mean right hook too. Should of seen her knock this big guy out. He had to be Ben's size at least." Damon said animatedly as he rolled a joint.

"You keep talkin' about this bitch like I give a fuck. I'm not going to settle down. I'm not going to get married. Perfect little Dom carries all that weight. Him and his whore ass wife. I'm just the freak show of the family. I don't have time. Father has me working my ass off. Got a mile long list of rats and trash to take out." He said, reaching forward to pour another glass of whiskey.

"Rams, get off your little high horse and stop. Like seriously. Do you ever stop and think about anything? At least come down there with me." Damon said, his smug, high grin fading into a serious frown.

He snorted, "since when did you care about my love life, Dame?"

"Since you did. I see the way you calculate every woman who speaks to you. I see the disgust. Come on man. Just give her a look over."

"Fine, fine. But if she's a fucking stupid whore, I'm going to kill her and then you."

"Bet." Damon said, leaning over the coffee table and holding his pinky out.

"Dude, how old are you again?" He asked, with the usual smirk, taking Damon's pinky in his.

"Almost twenty four. But we are forever fucking twelve, Darth Vader." Damon grinned, placing the unlit joint down, standing, and pulling his keys from his pocket.

"As you will, Iron Man." He sighed, setting his glass down and following Damon out of the apartment.

"Dude, quit messing with my shit." Damon hissed fixing his seat belt and slapping Ramsay's hand away from the radio.

"You listen to gay shit." Ramsay retorted.

"No. I listen to rad shit. You're just an angry fuck who likes to think he don't like my music." Damon quipped.

"You're lucky I like you." Ramsay huffed, crossing his arms and staring out of the window. It was a misty night. Maybe good to find someone in the alley.

"Maybe it's you who's lucky you like me." Damon laughed.

"Maybe." Ramsay smirked.

Ramsay glanced over at Damon and took him in. His wild curls and permanently glazed eyes. He felt a sudden fondness for his best friend. Or... well, guess it really was the only word Ramsay had to describe Damon. The word friend was a word that left a sour taste in his mouth.

Ramsay Bolton didn't have 'friends'. Ramsay had men that worked for him. But what were the Bastard's Boys then? They really were more than just employees to him. Though, he would never admit it. They all held a special place with him. But Damon. He was like a brother. Maybe brother was a better word than friend. The Boys weren't friends. They were family. And family was important.

But Damon was most important. Ramsay had met Damon when they were five. He was in the other kindergarten class at the school they went to. One sunny afternoon at recess Ramsay had been sitting on the swing watching a bigger kid pick on a much smaller kid. For whatever reason Ramsay had felt compelled to step in and confront the bully. It had ended in bloody noses, busted lips, black eyes, and sitting in the principal's office waiting on parents to show up.

Roose had beat Ramsay when they had gotten home. It was unjust in Ramsay's eyes. To be punished for doing the right thing. But That wasn't how Roose saw anything from Ramsay.

Ramsay had always felt like his father hated him, and he was never sure why. Even now at 24 he still had no idea. Not that it mattered anymore, but it was a haunting thought.

Ramsay had grown up in hell. It was the only way he could have described it if anyone ever asked. But they would never know. And he would never tell. No one was important enough to ever let in. No one except Damon.

Ramsay couldn't describe the affection he felt for the man sitting next to him. He hated it honestly. To have actual feelings for something. Especially when the therapists screamed he was incapable of legitimate feelings. He was a user, a manipulator, and toxic. Nah, they never said that directly, but it's what they meant. Ramsay wasn't stupid. Far opposite that. He was a fucking genius. Numbers. Numbers were his thing. Everything could make sense if he looked at it through numbers.

"Your therapist called me today." Damon said, watching Ramsay from the corner of his eye.

"Fuck that old ass bitch." Ramsay said bitterly, clenching his jaw.

"You know, if you would just..." Damon began.

'Don't you tell me what to fucking do!" Ramsay hissed.

Damon sighed, saying no more.

Today Ramsay had stormed out of the therapists office after threatening her. She was trying too hard to pry into him. It annoyed him. So what if he was mentally fucked? He was happy. Chaotically happy, maybe. But happy just the same.

He had been diagnosed with multiple behavior disorders as a kid, and it wasn't until he was 18 that he was finally diagnosed with antisocial personality disorder. But it went so much deeper than that as he was shunted between therapists. ASPD. Then it was Borderline. Then histrionic. Then narcissistic. Then Paranoid. Then Dependent. Depression. And of course the alcoholism. But he didn't care. It made absolutely no difference what kind of alcoholic psycho they called him. He wasn't going attempt to change it. There was no need. He was fine.

At least, that's what had been telling himself since he was five. Since the first time his father had beat him in a drunken fit.

Ramsay clenched his jaw and cleared his throat, lighting a cigarette.

"What we doing for Halloween, guy?" Damon asked, lighting his own cigarette.

"Dunno. Haven't thought on it. Haven't had time to think about anything, honestly. Have court that day. Maybe I can finally quit going to the fucking head shrink." Ramsay said, remembering he had to be at the courthouse at 09:00 on the 31st.

"Did Alyn tell you?"

"Tell me what?" Ramsay asked, glancing around the half empty parking lot of the bar.

"Wife left him." Damon said, climbing out of the car.

"Mm. What a shame." Ramsay said, not attempting to sound like he gave a fuck.

"Well, he's pretty down. So maybe we could do something wild on Halloween. Gives us a couple weeks to plan some shit." Damon said, pushing the door of the bar open.

Ramsay glanced around and eyes immediately fell on... her. He cleared his throat and looked away.

But it wasn't before Damon had noticed. He let a sly grin creep up his face, but said nothing as he found an empty table and sat with Ramsay.

"I'll get drinks, shall I?" He grinned at Ramsay, who waved him away dismissively. "Her name is (Y/n), by the way."

"Shut your whore mouth." Ramsay hissed, lighting another cigarette to have something to do with himself.

But he couldn't keep his eyes off her.

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The Misadventures of Brynn Episode 6

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Encounter