mr spence

who should you fight: monsterkind edition
  • roy: just dont. who sees roy and wants to fight him. hes too soft and kind. dont.
  • kip: again why??? hes just nervous and sad dont fight him. also he has like no control over his powers so who knows he could wreck ur ass just dont
  • molly: ok shes so great why would you want to fight her? also she could dunk on u so hard. dont
  • wallace: hes such a baby you could kick his ass so easily but why would you ever?
  • ben: dont fight ben he has been through so much please dont
  • pascal: he is so large and probably really sweaty and could probably kick your ass but hes really sweet please dont
  • charlie: charlie has been through so much please be nice to charlie plus he could absolutely end you. dont fight charlie
  • Louise: let louise live their life
  • sal: ok who even is sal? we may never know. fight him
  • maggie: whats wrong with maggie dont fight maggie shes too kind
  • kate: kate would kick your ass dont fight kate
  • mr crimmins: kick mr crimmins ass hes the worst
  • eno: please fight eno i love him but his dramatic ass needs to be taken down a notch
Valentines Surprise By: Y. Black

“Hey daddy, I’m missing you like crazy. I know you’re busy on Fridays, but I just wanted you know you’re the greatest gift I could ever ask for.”

I left voicemails like this often when Benny out of town, the fact that it was the Friday before Valentine’s Day really didn’t play a factor.  See he traveled for work a lot and I was a project manager for an engineering firm. We have been married just shy of three years. We’ve been good considering the hectic schedules we maintain. Most couples probably wouldn’t survive the obstacles we face as far as distance and time but we make it work for us.

I often have long hours when he’s home, well and when he’s away. Usually two weeks out of the month Benny was working out of his corporate office in Atlanta. But there’s times where he’d have a driver pick me up around lunchtime and fly me up to the A for dinner and to spend quiet evenings usually overlooking the city in different hotels. My favorite had to be The Loews hotel or The Westin downtown.  I mean it’s no better feeling than having my man in me with city as my backdrop.
Then there’s the time when my King is in town. He was always doing the most for me and I adored him for it. I remember the one time he picked me up in a Ferrari. You should have seen how the jokers in my parking lot at my job were gawking. Hell to be honest I was gawking too, but my eyes were on the clean cut brotha that got out the scorching ride. He made that Miami heat even hotter if it was even possible. I instantly started fucking him with my eyes. The suit he wore accented his build with a precision only the Egyptians knew. And OMG that fresh lineup had my pussy leaking “first quarter” as he’d say. Shit I’m wet just recalling it. Sheesh that’s another story for another day though.

Bae been good to me always had been. I already had his gift taken care of but he deserves so much more. So me, I did something different this year. Usually there was a white trail of rose petals that met his feet at the door. I’d usually leave my special guy a note along with his favorite snack milk and cookies. Chocolate chip with walnuts just like he liked them. This year though I was thinking outside the box.

When I got notice of the trip a few weeks, the wheels in my head began to turn. I had a few good ideas come to me. I reached out Janet, his secretary; to get the ball rolling on this plan. She was so helpful in the process of putting all this together.  He was booked a 1 o’clock flight from ATL to MIA, or so you thought. Janice called him at 11:30 with a new itinerary, with a destination of Colorado Springs. As the story goes the western division called short notice meeting for the afternoon. He had to absolutely be there as representation for the Southeast division.

“Hey Baby” you grumbled. I could tell you were completely livid.

“Hey Papi, what’s wrong? I can’t wait to be in your arms.” You sighed and there was a long silence. “Papi, you there?”

“Yeah baby I’m here. So I probably won’t be home til’ super late Sunday or early Monday morning.”

“What the hell?” I had to put on my Oscar hat because we couldn’t let you know I was in on it. “What are you talking, you’re supposed to be here. You’ve been gone all week an now I can’t even have you until Monday?”

“I know love, I know… they called a last minute meeting this evening out in Colorado. I’m so damn pissed right now baby.”

“Think how I feel right now. This is the worst Valentines ever.” I sobbed a little bit to add to the drama. I was good act this acting thing.

“Baby I’m so sorry. Have you finished the book I got you a couple weeks ago?”

“Ummm no. Why what’s up Papi?”

“Well go ahead and run a nice bubble bath and breeze through a couple of chapters baby. Pour up a glass of wine while you’re at it.

“Ok daddy, I’ll try to keep calm.”

“Please do, I am about to hop on this flight. I will call you soon as we land baby…. I’m sorry love.”

“Daddy, its ok go be that HNIC. Muah baby.”

“Muah, thanks love.”

I was already in place. Nervousness consumed me the next three and a half hours. I pondered how he would respond, would he like this? There was so many things swirling around in my head. I mean I’ve done things like this before but the little things I did do weren’t anywhere near on this scale. I was a wreck so I took Benny’s advice and had a glass of wine and soaked in the tub.  This place was heaven on earth. I think I was slightly beyond proud of myself. From the coziness of the place to the hot tub on the deck overlooking the mountain.

I got that call soon as he touched down just as he said. His tone still sounded blah. It was a quick conversation as I knew he had to touch basis with Janet to get his hotel information. As the story goes, the hotel chain his company (Blaze Communications) uses was booked but they had a lodge available. He brought every bit of. I was surprised how gullible he was being. Janet text me that everything was going off without a hitch and that he should be to me in about 30 minutes. That was my queue, I laid out the freshly cut strawberries I sat the massage oils on the night stand. I found a way to get my music to play from my phone on to the speakers throughout the entire log cabin. I went ahead and cut the lights. I had the fireplace going. It was rare for us to see fireplaces being from Miami so it was an added umph.

I went ahead and put on my special outfit I’d I picked up from a boutique before I caught my flight. It was a red lace bra and panty set, to match the theme of the occasion. The bottoms were boy shorts, just thing type he loved to see on me. I just wished the front said kiss me like one of those little candies from back in the day.

I took a selfie and almost sent it to him, but remembered I wasn’t home and he’d know. Dodged a major bullet there. Aside from that I also had a couple cigars, (which also fancied) set out as I filled the tub back up. My king deserved pampering.

It wasn’t too long before I heard him fidgeting at the door. I scurried across the floor to quickly lay in front of the fireplace. I could see his sexy self centered the door but I wasn’t quite in his line of sight. I could see the look of bewilderment on that face of his face as you caught wind of the music playing in the background. Sitting his bags down his arms stretched towards the ceiling. It took everything in me not to jump up and run, leap in your arms and shower him with my long overdue kisses. Slowly my man began to walk unknowingly in my direction.  Head on the swivel as he strolled through, taking the sites of the cabin as it as unfamiliar to him.

The moment your eyes met mine, the biggest smile came upon you face. Honestly it was more than a smile it was you were blushing hard as hell. Crazy as it is, it made me start blushing right along with you. We missed each other something terrible. I started to get up from my perch in front of the fire place, but he put his hand up for me to stop. Walking over with that sexy walk, I swear he gave Denzel a run for his money.
“Baby so you mean to tell me my meeting in Colorado Springs, Colorado was for you?”

“Ummm… yes baby?”

“Hmph… my meeting was for Jasmine Lashae Spence?”

“Yes sir daddy.”

“Hmph, damn lady you have me blushing something serious over here.”

“Well Mr. Spence, I know you work hard and every year you go above and beyond for me.  This year I want to show my gratitude.” I plant my lips on your warm lips and it’s as though electricity is flowing through us. He cupped my ass like I liked just as hands began roaming your chest.  We were always very passionate when we embraced. But the crackle and glow of the fireplace seemed to only heighten the moment. He broke the kiss abruptly to stare into my eyes, you didn’t say a word yet I knew everything you were saying. “I love you too baby, so much more than you’ll ever know.”
He kissed me feverishly. His strong hands began exploring more parts of me. It wasn’t even overly sexual yet but I couldn’t take it. I rolled him over onto your back and straddled his torso. “I’ve missed you so much.” I planted a kiss on his chest as I started to unbutton the shirt thast covered his melanin rich skin. I had to pause and lay m head on his chest and listen to heart beat. It was strong like a drum from the Serengeti. The passion bled from my man’s eyes, he was in love with me and there was no doubt about it. Just as equally the flames inside of me for him raged strong.
Even though my thong was drenched and I wanted him. My pussy was not his gift; at least not tonight. Besides if I knew him I would be his midnight snack. I slid up his chest and put my mound right up to his lips. “Do as the panties say Papi.” He puckered and I rolled my hips to the rhythm of Joe’s “I Wanna Know” that was playing in the background. Our lips met albeit through the fabric, it still sent waves throughout my frame. He quickly pushed them to the side turning my pussy from thong covered to Kelvin covered in mere seconds. I was lost forgetting my original plan, as he feast like I was the last supper and he was on death row. Instinctively I began grinding and matching pace and I reached back grabbed a hold of the tent. Fuck I wanted him but I had to be strong. “Baby… MMM Baby…” I called out to him.
“Hmmm.” He was still muffled by my pussy. I tried to slide back, but his big hands gripped my ass and pulled me in closer. Fuck, that was all it took and I was in ecstasy.  And according to our pact I had to return fire. As it goes if he makes me cum while downtown, I have to make him cum while downtown. If not I’d have to pay up. 100 dollars to be exact. And it worked both ways but he had to pay 250, cause’ I just got it like that. After I came down I turned to my task at hand. I released the beast took my finger across the tip wiping up all the pre-cum that had accumulated. Looking back over my shoulder show him my glazed finger tips, “oh really daddy? This is going to be easy.” I slurped my finger slowly and turned back to my dick. Just as fast as I had wiped it clean, it was glistening again with a fresh coat of clear goodness.  I swallowed his shit in one motion, I felt his body lock and he moaned so deep my pussy lips quivered. My slick ass leaned back to give his ass more of a taste. Dick in mouth I undid his pants beneath me so I could get to them balls. The way he was moaning into my pussy was about to have me cum all over again. I thought about how much I had paid to get his ass out here and was like nope, not going to have me in the hole for this second nut. I moved back out of his reach and committed homicide on his joystick. With one hand juggling his balls the other jacking the base of his dick, his joystick began to twitch. I spun my whole body around so that now I was completely between his legs. I throated his ass three times back to back to back. The last time I went from dick to ball slurping them good and loud like Wesely Pipes say “you ain’t got not table manners.” Damn right! That was me. I heard Bae gasp and that was all she wrote. I stuck my tongue out and caught every drop of him.

“Come on baby let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Sheesh, give me a sec… that was too real.”

“Well you know.”

“You know that’s why you have my last name right?”

“Oh really, well what about all of this?” I slapped my ass and swished my hips.

“Oh but of course baby.”

“I thought so, now come on here before your water gets too cold.”

“Who told you that you can cater to me?”

“Ha… well that’d be me.”

“Well tell me that she winning.”

“Bring your ass on.” I was glad my plan went smooth.

Special thanks to @deebott you were absolutely stunning in the pic… salute

Return - Jason DiLaurentis

Requested by anonymous. 
Y/N/N = Your nickname.
Slight mentions of drinking/partying problems and rehabilitation.

You stepped out of the car and took a deep breath. It had been a very long time since you had been in Rosewood, but nothing had changed. The breeze still felt the same, the air still smelled slightly of old coffee and you were still scared of the DiLaurentis household. 

Two years ago when you had left Rosewood, everything in your life was a mess. You were in love with the elder DiLaurentis, and were hiding it from the younger, your best friend. Jason and you had been dating for almost a year and a half when Ali disappeared. This caused Jason to lose himself a little bit, unsure if he was still who you remembered. Finally, when Ali was claimed dead, you and Jason broke up. 

The only reason you were back today was the fact that Ali wasn’t actually dead. They had found her about two weeks ago, and you knew you had to return to Rosewood, too. You walked up the driveway of your childhood home and knocked. Your parents were thrilled to see you, and you were meeting up with Spencer later.

You arrived at Spencer’s house a few hours later. You stepped out of your car and struggled not to look over at the DiLaurentis house. You walked up the driveway and knocked on the door. You took a deep breath as you waited for the door to open. Mr. Hastings opened the door and hugged you immediately. 

“How are you, Y/N?”

“I’m doing much better, Mr. Hastings. Thank you,” you replied with a smile. After you and Jason broke up, you didn’t move away for another few months. In that time period you lost yourself. You had already lost your best friends, your boyfriend, it was only  a matter of time until you lost yourself too. You got into drinking and partying and finally our parents sent you away to a rehab center. You left the center six months later and hadn’t touched a bottle since. Your friends hadn’t seen the newer, better you yet. 

“Spence!” Mr. Hastings called up and Spencer came running down the stairs. She smiled when she saw you and hugged you.

“I’ve missed you, Y/N/N,” Spencer said. 

“I’ve missed you, too, Spence,” you said. “How is she?”

“Ali? She’s okay. I know she’s missed out on a lot, but she’s doing her best.”

“Tell me about A.”


“Spence I know. But I need to know what I’ve missed. I want to know what happened to my best friends.”

“It’s kind of a long story,” Spencer started. She told you about Mona, and the new A, and all the other bullshit that has happened to your friends. 

“I’m so sorry, Spencer,” you said, hugging her again. “I shouldn’t have pushed.”

“It’s okay, Y/N.”

“Y/N?” You turned around and saw Aria, Hanna and Emily walking into the house. 

“I’ve missed you guys,” you said, hugging all of the girls. 

“Are you ready?” Spencer asked.

“I think so.” You walked over to the DiLaurentis household and noticed that Jason’s car was in the driveway. You took a deep breath but continued to walk. Ali opened the door before you knocked and looked at you. “Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” you said barely above a whisper with a smile.

“It’s so good to see you,” Ali said, with a few tears in her eyes before hugging you. She let you into the house and brought you up to her room. You sat down on her bed and looked around. 

“It’s weird being here again,” you said. 

“I feel the same,” Ali said with a slight smile. 

“How are you?” you asked, grabbing her hand.

“I’m okay. It’s strange, but it still feels like home.”


“I’m up here, Jason,” Ali called. You turned to look at Ali and shook your head. “You’ll be fine.”

“No, I’m not ready.”

“Either man up and face my brother or hide out in the closet,” Ali retorted.

“Same old Ali,” you said.

“Hi,” Jason said breathlessly as he appeared in Ali’s doorway. 

“Hi,” you said, equally as speechless. Jason looked better than he had years ago. He looked happier and healthier. 

“What’s up Jason?”

“Dad sent this,” he said, handing Ali a box. He stood there awkwardly for a moment before leaving. The girls all turned to look at you.

“What?” you asked. They looked at you again. “Fine,” you said, leaving the room. You ran down the stairs and out the door. “Jason!” you called.

“Y/N.” You stopped and put your hand in your jeans. You looked up at him and smiled.

“You look good, Jason.”

“Thanks. You do, too. How are you?”

“I’m good, thanks. Sobriety is kind of a slap in the face,” you said with a slight smile. 

“I know.”

“Do you mind if we don’t talk about that anymore? It’s kind of all I have been hearing since I got back.”

“I know the feeling.”

“Do you have somewhere to be? I don’t want to interrupt anything,” you said, looking down at the ground. 

“I’ve got nowhere to be. We should talk, but where the girls can’t watch us,” he said, motioning towards the window. You turned around and saw the girls peeking out the window. They moved away when you saw them. You laughed and looked at Jason.

“How does a walk sound?”

“Perfect,” Jason said, holding out his arm so you could walk in front of him. The two of you began walking down the sidewalk. 

“Please tell me you haven’t lived in Rosewood all this time,” you said, looking up at his green eyes.

“On and off. I spent some time in Philly, but I’ve commuted back and forth to Rosewood.”

“This city is poison, Jase. Why would you come back?”

“You’re back here,” he retorted.

“True,” you said, tilting your head and smirking.

“So, why would you come back to the poison city?” he asked.

“You know why I’m here.”

“No, Y/N, if you wanted to see Ali that only takes a weekend. You don’t have to move back in.”

“I don’t think you can ever leave Rosewood. Well, at least I can’t.”

“Regardless, I’m glad you’re back,” Jason said with a smile. 

“I am too, I think,” you said, smiling back at him. 

“We never really got to talk about what happened.”

“We know what happened. After Ali went missing, we kind of fell apart.”

“Yeah, I know,” he said, looking down at the ground. After a beat he said, “I wish we wouldn’t have.”

“Me either. Do you remember when we would race down to the lake, and the loser had to jump in?”


“You better catch up,” you said, sprinting towards the lake, a smiling Jason running behind you.

Mrs. Spence picks up a roll of toilet paper from the counter and scrunches her nose.
“Ask Caymen about that,” Xander says.
Great, now I have to explain to his mother about my vandalism? “Your son called me with a toilet paper emergency. I rushed right over.”
She looks confused so Xander says, “She’s kidding, Mom.” 
― Kasie West, The Distance Between Us

But Percy and James going undercover as teachers at some pretentious boarding school for teens.

James avidly teaches history, standing at the front of class and binning his textbook, re-enacting stories and stabbing at air with a ruler, making plane sounds, jumping on chairs, making a fool of himself like a great teacher does.

Percival teaches biology and drones on and on with diagrams, pointing at stuff and explaining it very simply. Very boring teacher, but he does great experiments with them occasionally.

They don’t interact between departments much at this school, but Percy and James do - they sit alone together at lunch at some table right in the corner, percy stabbing idly at mashed potato while James eats thirds of desserts.

Then one day, a kid goes into Percy’s office to put a report on his desk, and see’s a letter addressed to Mr Morton-Spencer

And they’re like “But he’s mr Morton, the history one is Mr spenc-FUCK ME”

And they tell all the kids they’re together and James grins and flashes their wedding ring like “We’re adorable!” And Percy’s like *heavy sigh* “we’re married yes.”

Whatever device you are viewing this on-desktop computer, laptop, mobile device, tablet, internet-enabled television-your device owes a large debt of gratitude to ENIAC,  Electronic Numerical Integrator And Computer, announced on the evening of February 14, 1946 and first demonstrated to the public on February 15, 1946.  ENIAC was financed and designed by the United States Army Ballistics Research Laboratory, and one of its first tasks was to compute the feasibility of the hydrogen bomb.  As part of an effort to ‘jump start’ the field of computing, the Pentagon invited the top researchers to give a series of 48 lectures titled  The Theory and Techniques for Design of Digital Computers, of which about half were given by people who worked on ENIAC.

How big was ENIAC?  ENIAC weighed more than 27 tons, and occupied a space in a room that was roughly 8 by 3 by 100 feet.  ENIAC contained 17,468 vacuum tubes, 7,200 crystal diodes, 10,000 capacitors, 70,000 resistors,  and around 5 million solder joints, each one done by hand. ENIAC consumed 150 kW of power- so much power that there was a rumor that whenever the computer was switched on, lights in Philadelphia dimmed.  ENIAC was largely programmed by women, namely (using their names at the time)  Kay McNulty, Betty Jennings, Betty Snyder, Marlyn Wescoff, Fran Bilas and Ruth Lichterman.  These six were inducted into the Women in Technology in 1997 for their contributions.  ENIAC remained in service at the Aberdeen Proving Grounds in Maryland for almost a decade, until November 1955.

On the left: Betty Jennings (Mrs. Bartik) and on the right: Frances Bilas (Mrs. Spence) operating ENIAC’s main control panel while the machine was still located at the Moore School. Image courtesy U.S. Army Photo, from the archives of the ARL Technical Library in the pubic domain.