#mwor

[systemdeez]

meow meow meow meow mwor

what do u think of the phrase “meowzers” ? Perversion, subversion, or improvement to the common meow?

Subversive for sure. It's like the Shrek of meowing at people. Also it sounds like Meowser which is Bowser's cat form.

[pumpkzsafeplace]

👋 hewos

It bween a lwongggg twime!

So, dada isn't dada nu mwor, dey blwockd me :(

But me hab a new cg and dey weally nwice and dey even teachwin how communicwate bettwr cuz me stwuggle wif dat!

Ooh an me gwot a new stuffy fo eastwr! It wa frowggy!

Me had a bad dweam dis mornwing.. but me wa supwr brwave! Me even cwalm'd down awl by m'self!!!!

Dat awl fo now

Bye byes 👋

- 👑

- hihi cupcake'! <3 ⭐

it has been a long time!! nice to hear from you again!! <3

i'm sorry to hear about your past cg :<

but your new one sounds really kind, communication is super duper important so i'm glad you're working it out together!! <3

ahhh!! new stuffie!!! make sure to give them a cuddle for me!! <3

look at you go too!! calming yourself down all by yourself!! i'm super duper proud of you babybee!! make sure to give yourself a treat for being brave! <3

-ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗

#sfw little community #sfw age regression #sfw agere #agere community #age regression #safe agere #sfw little post #agere blog #sfw little blog #agere little #age regression blog #age regressor #age re safe space #age regressive #age re blog #agere sfw #babblecorner #👑pumpkinasks #babble #sfw interaction only

[lilbabykoe]

Koe plwayed wif chwalk!

I mwade a flower an spwace, an a hwand turkwy, an mwor flowrs!

#agere sfw #agere #little #age regression #age regressor #agere community #little space #agere baby #sfw age regression #sfw little #chalk art #chalk

[i-am-a-buneary]

eheheeh@robosnom you've bwoght back mwor than just a lil bnuuy I AM GOD OF DISTORTION NYAHAHAHA ÒWÓ

[aokozaki]

Mrrp nya for your thoughts?

Mewo? Mrrrp.... rprpppprrrr? Mrrror! Mwor.

#this post is for catgirls only #oh and catboys actually #mainly just for cats tbh

[cg-pup]

hewos..

m' mama bween lwying a wot

m' dada jus saids he cwant be m' dada nu mwor

m' hab fillds outs a bwunch of wittl applwicatwons an nuh hweard back fwom anyone

Jus weally don knu wha dwo

Nu bodwy wan me :(

-🧸

hello dear. i'm so sorry, this sounds like a really tough spot to be in. i'm sorry that you're feeling so lonely right now. i'm sorry that your mama is lying to you, she shouldn't be doing that at all, it's just not nice especially since youre just a sweet little one! i'm sorry that your dada won't be your dada anymore.

maybe you can take some time to figure out how to make regression fun for yourself and parent yourself? sometimes the most fun part about regressing is talking to your own stuffies and making up stories with them, telling yourself you're proud of yourself, comforting yourself with your favorite shows. making yourself snacks and angel milk all perfect the way you like it because you know you best!

even if you feel like nobody wants you now, know that this is only temporary and it isnt permanent. people DO want you and they do love you, you just have to meet them and it might take some time! post more on a your little blog and show your personality and who you are and im sure someone will come your way <3 even if its just a babysitter.

i love you, and i'm sorry that you don't feel loved right now. that's really tough and you're being so so strong sweetheart.

#sfw caregiver #cglre #sfw interaction only #mamas asks! #sfw agere

[sohamgpt]

Laltu stood there in silence, his bloodshot eyes full of rage, his body stiff, only his jaws trembled. His mother sat cowering in silence at the corner of their slum hut, as his wife screamed at the top of her voice, telling him how worthless he was and how, like a lousy pussy, he had made his way back home for dinner, after spending an entire day drinking away with the bastards he called his friends. ‘Go back to your gutters in Garcha’, she told him, ‘Go back to where you belong, this place is no place for you, even if it is a lousy slum.’ His six year old daughter was deep in sleep; her brown-paper wrapped textbook was still open – if it was summer, the pages would have fluttered under the electric fan but now, it was winter. Laltu’s son, not even a year old, kept crying ceaselessly in the midst of all the commotion – perhaps it’s the cloth diaper, has he soiled it already? With his eyes, Laltu was almost eating up Shampa. She’s got fat as a pig after childbirth – he thought – and was throwing tantrums every day these days! She wouldn’t shut up, just wouldn’t, that cunt. Motionless, he stood there in silence facing her: only his jaws trembled. On a kerosene stove, a saucepan full of water was boiling – a few more minutes now. That bitch, Laltu was thinking, she needs hot water to take a bath at night, now that she’s going out, working, what guts – wasting kerosene to take a bath! Motionless, he stood facing his furious wife. She was still screaming, still screaming at him – How ugly, he thought, she looks when she screams! If only, if only he could just kick that ugly face so hard with his foot that it’d be deformed forever beyond recognition, if only he could do that, but – but that wouldn’t be too smart, he knew even in his state of drunkenness.

‘Janowar! Jontu kothakar, jah sala nordomay giye mwor! Khete esheche shurshur kore khankir chhele raat hotei! Eta tui hotel peyechish, hna? Hotel? Saradin mod kheye tal hoye pore achish, pet e khide jei legeche, bokachoda khete eshechish! Hobe na, ja bhag ekhan theke! Sala aya hoye ami khatbo, onyer pod ami chuchobo ar babu hoye tui saradin modh kheye pore thakbi, eta hoy? Bol, hoye? Ko mash holo bekar hoye boshe achish, bol toh! Bol komash holo!’ she was screaming, ‘Filthy beast, go rot in the gutter, creeping home to eat in the night, son of a bitch! Is this a hotel, huh, tell me, is this a hotel? The whole day you spend boozing away, the moment you are hungry, you come back home like a pussy! Can’t happen, just scram, get lost! I’ll work all day as an attendant, wiping other peoples’ butts and all you’ll do is booze away, can this happen, huh, tell me, can this go on? Tell, me, how many months have you been sitting on your ass, tell me, how many months? How many months?’ By now, tears were rolling down her eyes, her voice was starting to tremble. And then, before she knew it, it happened.

I had once heard a dog being run over by a motorcycle late into the night – it howled and howled in agony until it died, and the howls, believe me were unnerving even for the iron-hearted. Sampa’s howls were worse. She sprinted out of her one room home and through the maze of hutments all around, all the while trying to get off her nightie drenched in boiling water – the more she tried, the more agonizing it felt – the nightie seemed to be stuck onto her or something and she kept screaming until some neighbors ran over to the nearby tyre repairing garage and borrowed the iron tumbler full of water meant for testing punctured tubes and poured the water on her. It was not too late – not yet eleven, but then, the streets were unusually empty, because of tonight’s soccer finale – even the boys who play away carom on the pavement late into the night, under the naked yellow bulb were not to be found.

‘Meroni go, meroni amar cheletare! Ore chairya dao, meroni ore, bhul hoya geche, paye pori tomader! Baap nai, koto koshto koirya biya dichilam, ha kopal ki kando koirya boshlo, bou ta re mairyai phello bodh hoy! Meroni go, meroni orey, paye pori tomader! Koshte ache go, mon mejaj bhalo nai or, bouma rojkar korche baire giye, chhele ghore boisha ache, mone dukkho hoy, bedona hoy, bouma muk korle aro koshto hoy go or, purush manush er mon – meroni go, meroni ore! Chhaira dao, aha becharar bhaat o pore nai petey, chhairya dao go, chhaira dao ore, moirya jabe!’ Laltu’s mother pleadingly wailed, trying to shield her son from the punches and the blows with her frail hands. ‘Forgive him, I beg you, forgive my son, let him go, don’t beat him like that, it’s a mistake, it’s all a mistake, I beg you all, let him go – fatherless lad, how difficult it was for me to arrange for his wedding – and oh fate, look what he has done – almost killed his wife! Don’t hit him, hey, hey, don’t hit him, I beg you, the poor lad’s not even had any food – oh I beg you, don’t hit him like that, let him go, forgive him – jobless, wife going out, earning, how torturing it must be for him to bear it as a man – it’s been so many months without a job – and then being humiliated by her – such a shame it must be for him to feel so worthless – please, please let him go, don’t beat him like that, he’ll die, please stop, I beg you!’

They bundled Shampa up into a taxi and drove her to the nearest hospital. The courtyard which is usually so crowded, full of people and cars all the time, was empty now, a strange silence seemed to have swallowed up the whole of the ugly campus. The old taxi drove into the courtyard noisily; they carried her into the sleepy ED illuminated by depressing fluorescent tubes – the stinging smell of phenyl everywhere and the coldness of oil cloth spread on examination tables, the grimness of the blue-clad staff and the scowling old matrons in starched white uniforms, the swift footsteps and the rumblings of wheelchairs and the sudden screams of an agonized patient being stitched up somewhere nearby, there seemed to be no place more depressing than the emergency department of this hospital at this hour of the night. But then, compared to police stations or crematoriums or morgues, or even the EDs of some of the other hospitals in the city, this place was quite heavenly, actually. Ashoke Rajak and Montu Biswal were outside, smoking – others were inside taking care of the formalities, so it made no sense all of them crowding together causing chaos. They were smoking silently, feeling a bit sleepy now that it was quite late, when a familiar taxi drove into the hospital; ‘Jah sala, eta toh Mahesh da’r taxi re, ki holo eta? Baliya, Potla dekhlam bhetore boshe, bepar ki, chol chol bhetore chol, dekhe ashi!’ Rajak said, stubbing his cigarette, ‘Damn, that’s Mahesh-da’s taxi, what’s going on? Saw Baliya, Potla inside, let’s go, let’s go see what’s the matter.’ Swiftly, they walked inside – they were not close, but they could see Baliya alighting from the taxi at the entrance of the ED. His yellow sweater was drenched in blood, his hands were bloodied as well – he darted out of the taxi and went inside, screamed for a stretcher or a wheelchair or anything – an empty wheelchair was right next to the counter at the corner, he grabbed it and ran back to the taxi, then, along with Potla, carried out Putu’s limp body, then wheeled him inside. The pink towel with which they covered Putu’s enormous head was blood red now. As they wheeled him inside, Putu left behind a trail of blood on the gray concrete.

*

I’ve seen kids freaking out at the sight of Putu – but since I grew up around him, he was very much a part of my life – his eyes were big, really big, his head was enormous, and his body, frail as a pole, almost skeletal. When I’d go to playschool in the early nineties, he’d run find a taxi for me and my mother during rainy days; once in a while, someone in the neighborhood would send him with a list and some money to go grab some groceries. If he was born in a privileged family, they’d have diagnosed him as autistic or something, but since he was the youngest son of an impoverished electrician, they just labeled him as mad; he grew up on the streets, roaming around in the neighborhood doing odd jobs – at times, he helped the neighborhood shopkeepers deliver their goods to the various apartments of the buyers; the elderly doctor who runs a little clinic in the neighborhood, Putu would help him unlock the rusted collapsible gate, turn on the various switches, receive the odd patient who visited Dr. Bakshi. During political processions, you’d have found Putu marching with the countless heads of party members, he’d get some bread and some chai and he’d make a few bucks and that’d be enough to make him happy for the day. When he was younger, when his parents were alive, he used to help his family by making grocery bags made out of newspapers – but with them long dead now, he no longer made grocery bags. Sometime back, there was this young widow in the neighborhood, who started this business of supplying home cooked meals to the various offices in our locality during lunch time. She employed Putu to go about deliver the lunch boxes – it was a big hit in the neighborhood but alas, business isn’t so easy, her funds dried up soon after and like countless similar ventures, it came to an end; early one morning in September, heaps of cheap leaflets were thrown away in the neighborhood garbage vat, the neighbors were all kind of sad that she couldn’t be in business any longer, people usually join you in grief when you’re going down and chances of you climbing up again are bleak; so, everyone was sad, only the rag-picker kids had a blast making countless paper jets that day.

When you’re vulnerable, when you are lonely and when you have no one to look after you, when there is every chance that you’re going to rot, there is always this possibility that somehow, somewhere, someone is there making sure you are looked after, making sure you don’t perish and rot away. In the case of Putu, the whole neighborhood was behind him. Everyone loved him here, everyone – all of them made sure he was looked after, made sure he wasn’t ever in harm’s way. Of course there were those brats who’d always tease him, but brats had been teasing him for the last forty five years or so, and hence, Putu knew how to deal with them. But then again, for a while, they didn’t bother him so much, especially since the demise of his mother – there was always some elder chasing away the bastards, making sure no one messed with him. Things have been going good for Putu – but just when everyone thought he was managing quite well without his parents, things got a little messed up. For the last six months or so, he’d been acting strangely, going about telling the whole neighborhood about the woman who’s fallen for him – who lavished him with all the love in the world, in whose home he watched cinema during lazy afternoons, the woman who gave him money whenever Putu needed some; his Rani, whom he said, he had finally decided to marry, the sweetheart, who was his everything. No one quite believed him of course, they thought she was just a figment of his imagination, but still, they were somewhat worried, for he would never stop, he would just go on telling everyone about this girlfriend of his. And so, naturally, this created opportunity for the neighborhood brats to tease and taunt him – in Calcutta, when you have nothing except frustrations within you, life makes a master of caustic humor out of you; in bars, in restaurants, at the marketplace, in buses and trams and metros, in the midst of chaotic traffic jams and stuffy cubicles in countless offices, in schools and colleges and playing fields, in the confines of homes and amidst nighttime gatherings over guitar and Old Monk on the roof, everyone has mastered the art of caustic humor. But to tease Putu, you never needed to master anything – to see him flare up, you just had to tell him Rani’s asked him to see her no more; with a roar, he’d start chasing you, chasing you with madness and anger in his eyes; if you ran away giggling, out of his sight, he’d be calm in a while and all would be okay soon after; but if you taunted him a little more, he’d leap and bound towards you, picking up a stone or something from the roadside and all hell would break loose. But then, when you are young, when your blood is hot, you don’t give a fuck, you just do it for the kick, for the rush; in our youth, we all pretend to be some sort of adrenalin-junkie or something, and sometimes, when we take our pretensions a little too seriously, we end up being utterly foolish, messing it all up.

#short fiction #sohamgupta

[smallishimps]

Mwor Jamie lores

Jamie actally needs glwasses n dusnt wear dems

#[ooc] don worries real Jamie do wear hims glasses #[ooc] is jus can't draws gwlasses goods

[salanaii]

Learn Korean with me - Week 10

Day 1: Let's Speak Korean - Chapter 5 - Restaurant

자리있나요? Ja ri iss na yo Is there a seat (available)?

몇 명이세요? Myeoch myeong I se yo How many people is it?

네명입니다. Ne myeong ib ni da It’s 4 people.

예약하셨나요? Ye yag ha syess na yo Did you make a reservation? = Do you have a reservation?

아니요,안핸어요 / 네, 했어요. A ni yo, an haen eo yo / ne haess eo yo No, I did not. / Yes, I did.

몇시로예약하셨나요? Myeoch sir o ye yag ha syess na yo What time did you make the reservation for?

한시요. / 한시삼십분이요. Han si yo. / han sis am sib bun I yo. It’s 1 o/clock. / (Literal) It’s 1 o’clock and thirty minutes.

이쪽으로오세요. I jjog eu ro o se yo Come (to) this way, please.

이자리괜찮으세요? I ja ri goaen chsnh eu se yo Is this seat okay?

혹시테이블은없나요? Hog sit e I beur eun eobs na yo Don’t you have a table, by any chance?

메뉴를주세요. Me nyu reur ju se yo Give me the menu, please.

추천해주세요. Chu cheon hae ju se yo Please make suggestions/recommendations.

매운 것/단것좋아하세요? Mae un geos/dan geon joh a ha se yo Do you like something spicy/something sweet?

매운것잘몰멋먹어요. Mae un geos jar mur meos meog eo yo Can’t eat spicy things well. = (I) can’t eat spicy food.

이거드셔보셨나요? I geo deus ye bo syeoss na yo Have you tried this?

어떤요리인가요? Eo tteon yo ri in ga yo What kind of dish/cuisine is it?

마늘이 / 양파가들어있나요? Ma neur I / yang pa ga deur eo iss na yo Does it have garlic /onion in it?

뭘로만든건가요? Mwor ro man deun geon ga yo (Literal) With what is it made?

얼마나걸리나요? Eor ma na geor ri na yo How long does it take?

시간이좀걸립니다. Si gan I jum geor rib ni da It will take a little time (to cook).

양이얼마나되나요? Yang I eor ma na doe na yo (Literal) How much us the portion?

둘이먹기에충분해요 / 부족해요. Dur I meog gi e chung bun hae yo / bu jog hae yo It’s enough (for) two to eat. / It’s inadequate.

음료수는어떤종류로하시겠어요? Eum ryo su neu neo tteon jong ryu ro ha sig ess eo yo (Literal) What kind of beverage would you like to go with?

어떤게있나요? Eo tteon ge iss na yo What kind of thing (=beverage) do you have?

주스로할게요. Ju seu ro har ge yo I’ll go with juice.

그냥물이요. Geu Nyang mur i yo (Literal) It’s just water = Just water, please.

젓가락 / 포크 / 숟가락 / 냅킨주세요. Jeos ga rag / po keu / sud ga rag / naeb kin ju se yo Please give me chopsticks/ a fork/ a spoon.

주문하시겠어요? Ju mun ha si gyess eo yo Would you like to order?

주문도와드릴까요? Ju mun do wa deu rir gga yo May I help you (with your) order?

시간을조금주금더주세요. Si gan eur jo geum ju geum deo ju se yo Give me a little more time, please.

주문하신음식나왔습니다. Ju mun ha sin eum sig na wass seub ni da (Literal) The dish you ordered came out.  = Here is the dish you ordered.

이건제가주문한게아닌데요. I geon je ga ju mun hang e a nin de yo This is not what I ordered.

다시확인해주세요. Da si hwag in hae ju se yo Check again, please.

사진과너무다른데요, Sa jin gwa neo mu da reun de yo It’s too different from the picture.

주망장을불러주세요. Ju mang jang eur bur reo ju se yo Bring me the chef, please.

음식이식었어요. Eum sig I sig eoss eo yo (Literal) The food has cooled. = The food is cold.

음식에서이게나왔어요. Eum sig e seo I gen a wass eo yo (Literal) This came out from the food. = This was in my food.

음식이너무짜요 / 싱거워요. Eum sig I neo mu jja yo / sing geo wa yo The food is too salty / bland.

이건어떻게먹나요? I geo neo tteoh ge meog na yo How do you eat this?

음식언제나오나요? Eum sig eon je na o na yo When does the food come out?

왜이렇게오래걸리죠? Wae I reoh ge o rae geor ri jyu Why does it take this long?

주문이들어갔나요? Ju mun I deur eo gass na yo Did the order go through?

계산서를주세요. Gye san seo reur ju se yo Please give me the bill.

잘먹었습니다. Jar meog eoss seub ni da (Literal) (I) ate well. = Thanks for the great meal.

정말맛있었어요. Jeong mar mas iss eoss eo yo It was really delicious.

배가불러요. Bae ga bur reo yo Stomach is full. = I’m full.

포장되나요? Po jang doe na yo (Literal) Please wrap the leftover (meal). = Can I take this out.

남은음식을싸주세요. Nam eun eum sig eur ssa ju se yo (Literal) Please wrap the leftover (meal). = I’d like a doggy bag, please.

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Tiền thưởng tối đa cho khuyến mãi này lên tới 4.000.000đ ở tất cả các sản phẩm và vòng cước tối đa phải hoàn thành chỉ là 25. Tiền thưởng sẽ được cộng luôn nhưng các bạn cần biết cách xác định doanh thu vòng cược theo công thức dưới đây.

Tiền gửi tối thiểu để nhận khuyến mãi là 200.000đ

Tiền gửi và tiền thưởng cần trải qua 20 – 25 vòng cược ( tùy sản phẩm) trước khi thực hiện rút tiền.

Số tiền cược yêu cầu = (200 + 200 ) x 25 = 10,000

Tham gia hôm nay nhận ngay 1 triệu đồng

Đây là chương trình khuyến mãi giành cho khác hàng xem Livestream và nhận thưởng. Khuyến mãi này diễn ra trong thời gian nhất định và số lượng có hạn. Để nhận thưởng, Khách hàng cần tiến hành gửi tiền từ 200.000 đ trở lên sau đó chuyển quỹ sang sản phẩm muốn chơi và nhập mã khuyến mãi tương ứng.

Tham gia khuyến mãi chào mừng sẽ nhận được tối đa 1.000.000 đ cho lần gửi tiền đầu tiên với các trò chơi hấp dẫn nhất W88 cùng thánh livestream Cường Min Hoo. Tiền gửi và tiền thưởng phải trải qua 20 vòng cược trước khi thực hiện lệnh rút tiền.

Thường 20% cho khách hàng mới

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Tưởng 20% tiền nạp cho thành viên mới W88

Khuyến mãi W88 này cho phép người chơi tham gia ở tất cả các sản phẩm cá cược như bóng đá, casino trực tuyến, esports … quay hũ. Với phần thưởng tiền lên đến 4 triệu đồng nhưng số vòng cược đã được giảm xuống chỉ còn 15.

Vòng cược thấp nên số tiền tặng thêm cho khách hàng ở mức 20% được cho là khá đẹp. Tạo thuận lợi cho người chơi và cơ hội làm lệnh rút tiền sớm hơn trước.

Săn cá cược đã, rinh thưởng cực thích cùng bắn cá ăn xu W88

Đại dương bao la với vô vàn phần thưởng đang chờ bạn khám phá tại Bắn Cá Ăn Xu W88, khi chỉ chấp nhận 688 Khách hàng nhận thưởng hàng này nếu đạt đủ điều kiện sau:

Gửi Tiền Tối Thiểu 100.000đ thành Công

Chơi Bắn Cá Ăn Xu W88 trong ngày hôm đó

Tặng thêm 50.000đ với chỉ 2 vòng cược

Tiền thưởng sẽ được tự động cập nhật vào ví Bắn Cá Ăn Xu của khách hàng trúng thưởng vào ngày hôm sau

Tặng tiền khi tham gia cá cược tại W88 thể thao

Cá cược bóng đá, thể thao luôn là nơi thu hút nhiều khách hàng mới tham dự nhất, vậy nên khuyến mãi W88 thể thao cũng không phải ngoại lệ khi liên tục cập nhật thêm những mô hình khuyến mãi mới để thử thách khách hàng.

Tặng tiền cược khi chơi tại W88 thể thao

Cược hay đổi vận – Rinh thưởng cực đã tại thể thao W88

Đón chào sự kiện Olympic Tokyo sắp diễn ra, nhà cái W88 tung ra khuyến mãi cược độc quyền ở tỉ lệ kèo Châu Âu (DEC). Áp ụng cho 688 khách hàng đăng ký vé cược hợp lệ sớm nhất mỗi ngày.

Khách hàng được yêu cầu đặt cược bất kể các môn thể thao có ở thể thao W88 với tỉ lệ ăn tiền từ 2.0 trở lên và vé cược đó có kết quả cuối cùng là thắng.

Ví dụ: trận bóng rổ giữa Mỹ và Pháp trong khuôn khổ Olympic TOKYO 2021. Bạn đặt cược 250 VND vào Mỹ thắng với tỉ lệ 2.55, nếu vé cược đó cuối trận chính xác là Mỹ thắng thì bạn sẽ nhận thêm 100 VND

Các quy định đi kèm:

Khách hàng nhận thưởng 1 vé cược/ngày và sẽ nhận thưởng nhiều lần trong suốt thời gian diễn ra khuyến mãi.

Tiền thưởng cần trải qua 5 vòng cược trước khi làm lệnh rút tiền.

Tất cả các cược nếu đặt sai tỷ lệ đều sẽ không hợp lệ nhận thưởng trong khuyến mãi này.

10% thưởng nạp lại hằng ngày lên đến 900.000 đ tại A&E – Thể thao W88

https://w88.express/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/Thuong-nap-lai-hang-ngay-tai-A-vs-E-The-thao.jpg

Thưởng nạp lại hàng ngày tại A và E thể thao

Khá bất ngờ với chính sách tặng tiền hàng ngày của nhà cái này, Khuyến mãi W88 tung ra gói sản phầm nạp lại hàng ngày để kích thích khách hàng duy trì thói quen trên W88.com. Sản phẩm khuyến mãi 10% thưởng nạp lại hàng ngày lên tới 900.000đ khiến khách hàng rất ưng ý.

Mỗi ngày, khi đăng nhập vào nhà cái với khoản tiền gửi nhỏ nhất 200.000 là bạn đã có thể nhận 20.000đ trong tài khoản. Tuy không lớn, nhưng nó cũng đủ để bạn có thêm 1 vé cược may mắn nữa rồi.

Khuyến mãi này được áp dụng chỉ ở 2 sòng thể thao lớn nhất là A-Thể thai và E- Thể thao với số vòng tiền cược cần hoàn thành là 9.

Nguồn: https://w88.express/khuyen-mai-w88/

#khuyến mãi W88 #w88 #w88express

[pumpkzsafeplace]

Hewos

Me dwyed m' hwair dis mornwing! It dark bwown an da undwr-nweath lwayer ish blwond

Ohs an I fwound a cg! She bween bween kindwa buswy so far, but she weally nwice :) she nuh giv me verwy many rwules, but dat otay I gwes

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Me kinda upswet (vent)

So, m' dance studwio sometwimes has self defwense kick boxwing clwasses an deres one coming up next satwurday an I weally wan go. I haven't mwissed a clwass yet. But my mom won't let me go becwause we mights be havwing dinner wif her husbwands old twuck driver mentor. Me don evwn wan oo go oo dat, me nevwr evwn met da gwuy

An me kindwa upset because m' bestfwien pwomised dat if dere was a clwass she do it wif me, (i use to da clwasses wif my boyfwien but he bwoke up wif me in june) an now she saywing she no wan do it. I knu dat she allowed oo chwange her mwind, but she pwomised. I pwetty sur we evwn pinky pwomisd on its. I knu dat I cwant go cuz m' momwy said so, but still.

Me been weally stwessed an bwurnt out lwately an me wa weally lwooking forward oo dowing a kick boxwing clwass.

M' jus fweel wike nu bodwy wike me nu mwor. M' gwanma an mom jus uwse me oo do stuffs for dem, dey don evwn say thwank oo, an m' fwiens don evwn twalk oo me anwy mwor :(

me sowwy for ventwing oo ywou, m' jus don knu wher elwse oo gwo

-👑

─•~❉᯽❉~•─

hihi lil bug’ 🌼

ahh that sounds super pretty! <3

& i'm super duper proud happy for you on the cargiver update! i wish you're dynamic lasts a while & is incredibly happy <3

i understand little one, when so many negitive things happen at once it can seem very consuming. almost as if you're trappd under harsh waves and can't reach the surface. you feel as if no one likes you & you're a burden to everyone and everything.

but i can promise you, that's not likely the case <3.

this old truck mentor may be very dear to your mum & that's why shes introduing you to him- because you're dear to her as well. and your friend? maybe something came up or they suddenly feel really low & down and don't want to burden you, so instead they chancge their plans to protect you <3.

you're not a burden, you're fine, okay? <3.

and if you ever get lonely, we're all here! you have a community here that loves & cares for you! how amazing is that? i bet your mum or friend don't have that much support.

you've got this sweetpea, i believe in you! <3

big hugs <3

-🍰

#safe agere #sfw age regression #sfw agere #sfw little blog #sfw little community #sfw little post #age regression #agere community #agere blog #agere little #age re blog #age regressor #age regressive #age re safe space

[lilbabykoe]

Uhmm... me did somefin

(If oo m' dadwy don wead nu mwor, it rwuin da supwise!!!!!)

Me wantd oo mwak a dinwosor fo dadwy.. but uhm

Me stwaind purpwl nows 😬

Anwybodwy knu how oo gwet purpwl paint off...? Me hav oo go out oo dinwr latwr an I don fink my momwy wan me oo be purpwl 😶

#agere art #hand print #agere sfw #agere #sfw little one #little #age regression #age regressor #agere community #little space #agere baby #sfw age regression #sfw little

[margofuckyourself]

He progress

#catsofinstagram #meow #kitties #roar #babyboy #kittens #mwor

[hal-in-the-family]

       “It’s Pocky Day!”

        “You know what that means...?”

         “...Pocky game?~”

         “Pocky game.~”

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           “I’M GWFONNA BWEEWT YWOUW FWIS FWINE!”

           “NWO WAY, I HWAVE MWOR IN MWAH MWOUFFH!”

            “...Every. Single. Year...”

#pocky day #SHAPED LIKE A FRIEND...LY BOX (QBBY) #BOXED CUTIE (QUCY) #A LONG FRIEND (QUDY)

[angie-answers]

ooo!!!! OwO wanguage and UwU wanguage awe vewy simiwal!! Bwut, in UwU wanguage, chu jwust use UwU mwor van OwO!!!

"Waooowwwww! Yew wepwied awmwost immediatewy aftwer Angwie pwosted dat! How wewiabow!"

#owo anon #angie answers

[russian-fairy]

OtaYuri fic recs #25

Enjoy another batch of Otayuri recs! :)

A Long Road Home by SKJC, general audiences, 3.8k

It has been four years, countless visa stamps in his passport, more airports than he can remember, a small collection of medals, and a large collection of teddy bears since he’s truly been home.

Lucky Seven by onotherflights, explicit, 41k, rock star!Otabek, groupie!Yuri, warning: drug use

Part 1 of the Almaty’s Fire series

Otabek has seven tattoos, seven stories marked forever upon him in ink.

Body Worship by CatAvalon (CazinaIna), mature, 4.3k

They’re not young now, they haven’t been for a while, but they’re still as enraptured as they were when they first fell in love.

“Let me take care of you,” Yuri pleads, smoothing his thumb over the spit slicked swell of Otabek’s bottom lip. “I wanna look after you.”

Chasing Fireflies by copperwings, mature, 27k, non-skaters AU, demisexual, neuro-atypical Yuri

Yuri has never been good with social interactions or with people in general. But there is a staring contest with Mila’s former classmate Otabek in a dingy diner at 2 AM, and then all of a sudden this Otabek guy wants to hang out with him… Motorcycle rides, sticky watermelon kisses and summer shenanigans ensue, and they spend the summer building their relationship while Yuri tries to come to terms with the fact that he just doesn’t fit into the norms of society.

Or: the fic in which Yuri is neuroatypical and a demisexual, and Otabek is just generally awesome and endlessly patient.

Comforter by TheSprout, teen, 1.2k

The night before the team event of the Olympics Yuri can’t sleep. Maybe the beds are more comfortable in the Kazakh dorm.

Kissing Lessons by djdaddybek (llyn), explicit, 3.2k, warning: underage

Obviously Otabek is the right choice to tutor Yuri over the summer. He’s such a good boy!

Untitled by kingotabek, PG, 480

“Did you do this to yourself?”

Yuri looks a bit sheepish. “Maybe.”

Otabek frowns. “Did you do it on purpose?”

Yuri’s eyes cast to the floor like he’s trying to escape the room with only a gaze. “If I say yes does it make me look better or worse?”

Untitled by sweaterkittensahoy, general audiences, 465

“What do you think?”

Yuri pauses just before the end of the hallway. From his angle, he can see Otabek making dinner, Potya perched on his shoulders and watching him slice vegetables. Otabek talks to Potya as often as Yuri does–which is to say, a lot–but his ton is different than usual, and Yuri can’t help but stay silent and spy.

“Mwor,” Potya says.

“Yeah?” Otabek has a small smile on his face. He tilts his head and Potya meets him halfway so her forehead bumps his temple. “Well, if you approve, I’ll ask him in a couple of days. Somewhere private. I want time to enjoy it before the tabloids get hold of it.”

Feet first (Don’t Fall) by gunboots, mature, 2.3k

Otabek wishes that he could unstick the words from his throat, that he could just explain to Yuri why he matters. The proximity of someone he’s been looking at for so long, this close—makes it almost impossible.

Why? Yes. by cnaught, teen, 2,4k

“You can’t just do that,” he bites.

At least Yuri doesn’t look scared, now, but with him it’s hard to know whether that spark of anger means normalcy or an impending conflagration. “Why not?” His tone is controlled; it sounds like he’s daring Otabek to say the wrong thing. He tugs his sleeve out of Otabek’s grip.

“Because.” This is so stupid, so obvious, that it’s hard for Otabek to even find the words to explain it. “Because you’re Yuri fucking Plisetsky.“

In which Otabek doesn’t respond very well to being surprised, and Yuri does not understand why the hell he is surprised at all.

#otayuri #otaburi #yurabek #yuri plisetsky #otabek altin #t:fanfic #t:recs