Yesterday was Father's day. And I was a bit busy. So belatedly, I'd like to wish a Happy Father's Day to the wonderful DILFs of our tournament! They're not all good men (hell they're not all good fathers) but they are all HOT.

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Yesterday was Father's day. And I was a bit busy. So belatedly, I'd like to wish a Happy Father's Day to the wonderful DILFs of our tournament! They're not all good men (hell they're not all good fathers) but they are all HOT.
Same person! 😆
Elizabeth Woodville: "and while you are secluded by those who love you from danger, many lives will be spent for your sake. We shall hazard all for you; and all may prove too little for success. We may fail, and you be thrown upon your own guidance, your unformed judgment, and childish indiscretion. Alas! what will then be your fate? Your kinsmen and partizans slain—your mother broken-hearted, it may be, dead!—spies will on every side environ you, nets will be spread to ensnare you, daggers sharpened for your destruction. You must oppose prudence to craft, nor, until your young hand can wield a man's weapon, dare attempt aught against Henry's power. Never forget that you are a King's son, yet suffer not unquiet ambition to haunt you. Sleep in peace, my love, while others wake for you. The time may come when victory will be granted to our arms. Then we shall meet again, not as now, like skulking guilt, but in the open sight of day I shall present my son to his loyal subjects. Now we part, my Richard—again you are lost to me, save in the recollection of this last farewell." The Fortunes of Perkin Warbeck - Mary Shelley
Richard IV
Dying embers demand a devotee
I stand taller than he, stupefacient
B. Judd: “I know why ghosts come to me, the-
research question is why am I patient.”
Fresh Blood carries his name, search what’s unsaid
rage razed diplomat unbecoming more
“lament we may but not revenge thee dead”
Merciless kin desperate to ignore
Longing for peace, plead on your knees, White Hart
Dying embers whisper a full flame’s roar
Boy-king, silver-spoon-fed brat braggart
His memory is yours, intertwined evermore
Tensed shoulders, static body undone
By loneliness: king left to starve; grandson-