Forwarded from House of Muses.
Happy birthday, @Mycrofft. I doubt you see it as anything worth nothing, but I will say this much. The country remains as it is because you have always carried its weight without complaint or recognition. That kind of resolve is not easily replaced, nor should it ever be taken lightly. As the current "M" of MI6, I am aware of how much of what I do stands upon foundations you laid long ago. I hope, at least for today, you permit yourself a moment of quiet. You have more than earned it. Enjoy your special day, Director.
Forwarded from Break the norms.
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Happy new year, its officially 1 jan 2026🥹👆 nanti kita main petasan bareng yok? maybe i dont say this alot, but i really appreciate your presence guys, even if its the slightest thing. jangan tinggalin gua ya temen temen gua sayang kalian, maafin kalau gua banyak salah🥲 di 2026 gw yakin kita semua bakal reach our goals, keep fighting ya temen temen. i’ll always support you guys just like how you supported me 🥰🫸
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@Fostyer @sovraneid @brrando @Caldrune @Caldrune @owexn @SuamiCloxie @ParkMartinr @JoJahyun @Jurgdaz @Stroine @Stroine @ianjpung @iMinzhi @ccocteau @Godfedence @voejurs @juntgian @vigilents @Huiiseung @Owien @Clatchh @osqmu @jaeeoun @TiktokDownlloader_bot @Mycrofft @chunsimm @aliansipemudapancasila @sirkelkerenbgt Bacot 🤣
Forwarded from Travis
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"For You, Who Gently Rekindled the Sparks I Thought Had Faded.” (In the cadence of your words, I encountered a disturbance both tender and irrevocable, one that unsettled me without cruelty, @Mycrofft.)
I did not anticipate the resurgence of this quiet ignition, yet you summoned it with an ease that felt almost deliberate. My admiration for you unfolded gradually, unannounced, embedding itself into the rhythm of my days as each exchange with you rendered life more temperate, more humane. There is a certain alchemy in the way you speak, your words soften the rigid edges of existence, and your presence lingers like warmth that refuses to dissipate. Even your lighthearted provocations undo me entirely, leaving me disarmed, flustered, and quietly undone, as if composure itself surrenders in your orbit. I find myself unreasonably fortunate, grateful not merely for the affection you offer, but for the way you resurrect something tender within me—a sense of being seen, chosen, and held without condition. In you, I recover a gentleness I once believed irretrievable, and with it, a truth I no longer resist: some souls do not arrive to consume or overwhelm, but to restore, and you, Osborn, have become precisely that.
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"For You, Who Gently Rekindled the Sparks I Thought Had Faded.” (In the cadence of your words, I encountered a disturbance both tender and irrevocable, one that unsettled me without cruelty, @Mycrofft.)
I did not anticipate the resurgence of this quiet ignition, yet you summoned it with an ease that felt almost deliberate. My admiration for you unfolded gradually, unannounced, embedding itself into the rhythm of my days as each exchange with you rendered life more temperate, more humane. There is a certain alchemy in the way you speak, your words soften the rigid edges of existence, and your presence lingers like warmth that refuses to dissipate. Even your lighthearted provocations undo me entirely, leaving me disarmed, flustered, and quietly undone, as if composure itself surrenders in your orbit. I find myself unreasonably fortunate, grateful not merely for the affection you offer, but for the way you resurrect something tender within me—a sense of being seen, chosen, and held without condition. In you, I recover a gentleness I once believed irretrievable, and with it, a truth I no longer resist: some souls do not arrive to consume or overwhelm, but to restore, and you, Osborn, have become precisely that.
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