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AAAAH Filipina here, I love your 141 Filipino reader! I was wondering maybe you can do filo-reader inviting the squad over to her place or perhaps her family’s house? Maybe them trying out Filipino food? Thank you!!

TF 141 Trying Filipino food

a/n: helllooo! thank you so much-- it means a lot to me ;^; i'm glad you love it tho!!

When you told your lola (grandma) you were coming over to her house with friends-- she brings out the big guns. She prepares a whole bunch of food ranging from your favorites to what the other TF141 members would like. And knowing that they're all big guys, she really prepares a lot. So much food would be made that day

The house of your family is lowkey an ancestral house-- its been renovated a lot on the inside and a little on the outside. But since it belonged to your great, great, great grandmother, they tried not to change too much of the architecture. So when TF141 + Alejandro and Rudy (how can you not invite them? ;^;) saw it, they lowkey felt like they were going through time

After you did the "mano po" with your grandma and your ninongs, ninangs, and greeted some cousins-- your lola fawned over you. She remarked about how much muscle you've gained, if you're eating okay. Your ninongs and titos asked for stories-- especially the ones who were in the military-- and then they turned attention to the rest.

Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, and Rudy were the ones they quickly warmed up to. They're just polite and not that intimidating. It was so easy to get to know them and exchange stories. It was mostly the men in your family that greeted Price, even talking about his damn cigar and the brand he smokes. BUT EVERYONE was lowkey terrified of Ghost. His tall, broad stature, and the fact he wore a face mask to hide his features made them hesitate to approach him. "Putang ina nakakagulat siya--" (Motherfuck-- he keeps surprising me) would what your family members say whenever he moves because for a big guy like him, they don't see or hear him moving around.

They did the "mano po" tradition too-- not so much Price with exception of your elderly family members. It made your lola feel so touched and happy. Like-- it makes her happy to see them following some aspects of your culture

NOW ONTO THE FOOD.

There would be lechon and/or crispy pata-- specially ordered just for your guys arrival. Some cooked shrimp in butter and garlic (a favorite of yours). TONS of rice-- like heaps of it. There was even Sinangag (garlic fried rice) and a lot of Seafood: Grilled squid, shrimp, fish, Imbaw-- boiled clam soup, something from Davao where your family is from. Your lola's recipe is quite different as it's a bit sweeter. Ghost: This is pretty good. Your Lola: Ay, salamat (thank you), Ghost. The secret ingredient is actually Sprite ;)

Of course-- there was the iconic skewered red hotdogs (it has to be the Tender Juicy brand) with marshamallows on top. The guys were abit confused at first because-- "hotdogs and marshmallows?" You explained it was mostly for the kids and the young at heart. But the marshmallow is good if you want to wash the hotdog taste and try other foods.

Then there's the dessert! A lot of ice cream and... kakanin (usually sticky rice delicacies). Of course there were durian candies and desserts like Durian pastillas (Alejandro loved these). Suman latik, the iconic puto (your lola told the guys to eat it with condensed milk), kutsinta with the coconut, sapin-sapin, espasol, and palitaw. Oh and your favorite-- biko!

Price would probably like the suman (steamed rice cooked in coconut milk), especially if its served with mango and latik sauce (sweetened coconut sauce) Gaz, the little bean, would be partial to Biko (sticky rice, coconut milk, and brown sugar on top). Its sweet-- but the way your family makes it isn't too sweet. Just enough for a serotonin boost. Alejandro would love the pastillas (soft milk candies usually from carabao's milk) and the durian pastillas ones. Your grandma gives him a whole cannister of it. Rodolfo would like the kutsinta (jelly puto made from a mixture of tapioca or rice flour, and brown sugar). But he likes it with cheese instead of the cocount toppings. Ghost would like the Sapin-sapin (sticky rice and coconut milk). Its so funny seeing him eat such a colorful dessert in the corner but he really enjoys it-- especially with all the different flavors thats packed into it. Soap would either love the espasol (cylindrical rice cake  made up of rice flour, coconut milk, sugar, and sometimes shredded young coconut). You tell him you usually eat it for Christmas along with bibingka and puto bumbong but with everyone here, they made an exception

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Thinking about clingy boyfriend Jason

Clingy!Jason who would hold you tight every time you are alone because he honestly has been so touch starved all his life and now that he has you he can't get enough.

Clingy!Jason pulling you for tight bear hugs that leaves you breathless and he can't help but laugh at your reaction every time.

Clingy!Jason who would totally whine and complain if you try to break out of his embrace when you're sleeping together.

Clingy!Jason who would lay on top of you and rest his head on your chest, he's so heavy but always says he's not if you try to move him.

Clingy!Jason who wraps his arms around your waist when you're cooking.

Clingy!Jason who follows you around the house when you wake up in the night to grab a drink/snack.

Clingy!Jason who would totally blush and deny that he's clingy, but will hold onto you in dear life when you're alone again.

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Turns out I'm still alive

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We wake up afraid from bombing and unfortunately the war return again. 💔💔💔

I'm so afraid about my family and my kids please help us evacuate from this place we are crying now and screaming because of the strength of bombing around us.

please help us everything is very dangerous and we return to the killing people. you can support us and my family by donating or sharing my compaign.

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Hood: “How was I supposed to know that 8-year-old girl wasn’t the Riddler?! It was dark! THEY HAVE THE SAME BUILD.”

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Hyper Independence

Therapist: Y/N, do you find it difficult to rely on Jason?

Y/N: A bit-

Jason: Lies

Y/N: What?

Jason: You walk into the street while using your phone all the time without looking because you assumed I'd stop you

Y/N: But you do !

Jason: You forget your wallet at home because you assumed I had mine

Wren: Okay, that was once—

Jason: You also stared at me in the car while ago and did not move from your seat. Waiting for me to open the door for you.

Y/N *mumbling*: …. That’s valid though

Therapist *smiling a bit more*: Interesting

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Premarital Counselling

Therapist: Jason, how would you rate your trust in y/n on a scale from 1 to 10?

Jason: 11

Y/N: Aw—

Therapist: And how would you rate your trust in the world?

Jason: -500

Therapist:

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Batfamily reunion, kinda ?

Not my idea: https://x.com/tocartss/status/1897135638438404416?s=46&t=zkCvxQnVoZvDMu4v7483qg

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the sillies

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you’re in his HOUSE

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If the batkids had a podcast. Part. Vll

Signal: So– Who was the best Robin?

Nightwing: The starfish.

Spoiler: THE STARFISH (cackles).

Red Robin: Remember when Batman hugged him?

RedHood: I can't remember the last time Batman hugged me.

Nighwing: Oh, I do. You karate drop him.

Redhood: C'mon (laugh) help my case here–

Nighwing, immediately: I NeVeR sEeN BATmAN hUg yOU.

Redhood (smacks the table again): WHEEZE

Red Robin: HE NEVER HUGGED-

Nighwing: HE NEVER HUGGED ANY OF US.

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Simon wouldn't mind signing a pre-nup if you had more money than him. he really wouldn't. in fact, he'd be proud of you for thinking ahead and protecting yourself in case things go wrong (not that he would let it get to that point but okay).

but.

he would get lowkey highkey offended when you ask if he wants to sign a pre-nup since he has more money than you. even worse when you insist on it because you don't want him thinking that you're marrying him for what's in his bank account.

"'m not signing shit." is all he says. "my money is your money."

the conversation shuts down from there as he sips his beer and keeps his eyes fixed on the tv to watch the game.

well, he can't say you didn't try. but then you realize why he didn't want to sign the papers in the first place.

it's not about him thinking you don't love him. it's that he truly and genuinely believes that you and him will never be divorced. sure, there will be tough times ahead. but there will be good times too.

he's your husband and you're his wife. till death do you part. no ifs, ands or buts. the next time he'll be buried six feet under, he'll have a ring on his finger. period.

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I love how they simply can’t fathom their father doing that. “What the HELL did you just say?!” The shocked face Duke has. Jason and Dick looking disgusted. Love this page

Comic: Batman #33 (2016-current)

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I honestly think Simon would help female reader straddling his lap hump his cock before they make love.

Her hips sometimes slow down because she doesn't want to cum yet, and his warm hands grasp at her and speed her back up to a harder rhythm.

Her whining in his neck as he groans in her ear how wet she's making his aching cock feel.

His hips meet hers with every grind untill she's cumming on him hard, her slick dripping down his full and heavy balls.

He's stroking her back and running his hand through her hair, telling her it's ok and normal to squirt that hard and he's so proud of her.

Mmmmmmm thick bacon feelings

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Batman having low self esteem is actually kind of funny in an absurdist level, like what do you MEAN you're the richest most disputable bachelor of the entire Gotham and part of the United States for actually more than twenty years, you raised pretty much more or less two functioning adults you trained eight competent fighters, you're best friend with SUPER MAN and WONDER WOMAN. You're one of the leaders of the fucking justice league, you got literally aliens and people in power from the government shutting their mouths to listen to you, you're so good at training people that your oldest also is able to do the same and your two youngest, you saved the world more times the world can count, you save the city every single fucking day, you bagged Talia Al Ghul and Catwoman and fumbled imensiously, you have no wrinkles, no one knows your age, you're 6'0, blue eyes, rich, cis het (allegedly) and yet you still come home and say to your self you're not enough ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?

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You know what would have been funny.

Jason Todd being lactose intolerant.

Like no one would actually expect this big-ass more than 6 foot of a man.

One of the best fighters in his family and the vigilante community. A big eater, a decent sweet tooth and is actually pretty good with spice. But has a fucking weakness for anything dairy.

Would say ‘fuck it’ if it comes to good ice-cream or gelato. But any good cheese in pasta?

Pain in the fucking ass.

Still good if it weren’t for the awaiting sleepover in his beloved bathroom. Which is absolutely hilarious cause it is only you who would figure it out when you notice the pattern of him being in the toilet for 20 minutes.

And him refusing to acknowledge it like you’re telling him he can’t indulge eating a greasy-ass 4 cheese pizza anymore? nor his go-to mac and cheese recipe he perfected with a good ole take-away of Wing Stop???

This would go on for months. No. Forever.

Till he dies again.

Completely convincing himself and you that it is just some stupid worm.

And that’s also a very Jason thing.

He would continually be stubborn and ignore the little lactose pills that would solve all his problems.

Cause he has pride.

A reputation, he says.

He’s a fucking ‘big boy’ he says.

Hell, his family doesn’t even know about it.

Not even Alfred.

So every-time there would be a family dinner in the manor. And the one time it’s Italian cuisine theme. Homemade pasta and different variations of salad. A big plate of fried calamari and special whole roasted chicken. Red sauce, white sauce, oil-base sauce. With complete sides and extra condiments, meaning plates of sliced cheese and shredded.

The fucking variety knowing Alfred.

And then there’s you, encouraging Alfred to add as much parmesan as he wants since you said “Jason loves it the most with that kind of generous amount.”

You knew he was glaring at you, even ignoring him when he pinches your ass. He scoffed at his other siblings who whined on him hoarding all the cheese.

Mind you it was good quality cheese. Imported from Europe, Alfred said. And you even told Jason, cheese from Europe won’t make you shit. You smiled with love to the side-eyeing handsome man; eating his share of plate clean.