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It's possible! And the fact about not eating enough is true. the only way you actually lose weight is to "calorie deficit." Literally.

My husband is just over 400lbs. He's 6 foot 5 and he's built like a brick shithouse(forgive my southerness) but he's so insanely strong.

I fight with people all the time about my husband being unhealthy because he's big. I'm like. Can you do a 700lbs leg press for 10 reps? Have you pulled down a 2 story brick wall with nothing but a like pole? Can you bench 300lbs? Have you picked up a car off a person with your bare hands?

No? My husband is stronger than you. He's also probably healthier than you. So so what if he's got a belly? He's got solid and usable muscle in every spot of his body. He's just got padding to keep him safe.

Man, when I was like 16 I got so sick of being made fun of for being the fat kid that I took an axe down inna woods, chopped down a tree, and started doing log-lifts all the time. I got strong as fuck, but I didn’t lose no weight. I actually got bigger.

Same thing happened when I got into fighting. I got even stronger, and I got *fast*, man, and nimble, like a cat. Still chubby.

Body-building culture is a bunch of crap, my dude. Functional muscle is not necessarily toned or lean. You can be swole as hell and still be heavy. And that’s cool.

Embrace your inner barbarian. And when fatphobic little gym twinks try to body shame you, you should DESTROY THEM with your MIGHTY AXE

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When will you draw DarkDanny/Dan Phantom?

Here you go!! Super proud of this one actually!!

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drawing tigres original style was a lot funner then i expected !!! yay!!!!! :D

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Nicktoons Unite Polycule!

The moment everything changes. Jenny announces her discontent.

I wrote this to spite you specifically. You come into my house and say polyamory is bad???? How dare! Have the polycule Nicktoons Unite crew. And like I said in the original post, SpongeBob is not in it.

OP is also poly and was in a long term triad.

The movie played on, some late-night action flick with too many explosions and not enough plot, but no one was really watching it anymore.

Danny and Manny were tangled together at one end of the couch, a lazy pile of limbs and low laughter. Manny's fingers played absentmindedly with the edge of Danny's hoodie. Across the cushions, Jimmy leaned against Timmy’s shoulder, half-asleep, his glasses sliding down his nose while Timmy idly combed fingers through his hair.

And Jenny sat alone.

Not far—she was only inches away from all of them—but something about the distance felt... wider.

She told herself it didn’t matter. It wasn’t supposed to matter. She wasn’t supposed to feel like this. Emotions had always felt like code—binary, manageable, predictable. Ones and zeroes.

But lately? They’d been feeling more like static.

There was a weird, sucking ache in her chest—where her heart would be, if she were human. She ran a quick diagnostic. Battery: full. Temperature: optimal. Circuits: clean. No signs of corrosion. Everything was fine.

So why did it feel like something was missing?

Her optics drifted to the couples. Her family. Her team. The people she trusted most in the world.

And yet... she felt strangely alone.

She didn't want to feel bitter, but she was a bit of a diva—and old habits died hard. She leaned back, crossing her arms with a huff, and tossed out, “Wow. You guys sure know how to make a girl feel like she belongs.”

The effect was immediate.

All four heads snapped toward her, startled.

Jimmy blinked, his tired brain scrambling to register what she meant. You do belong.

Timmy frowned. That’s not how Jenny usually joked.

Danny sat up a little, blue eyes narrowing with concern as he looked at her. She never jokes like that unless something’s wrong.

But it was Manny who spoke. Of course it was Manny. He always leapt first.

"Do you want to be included... differently, chica?"

Jenny’s optics flicked to him—and the words slammed into her like a power surge.

She hadn’t even considered that possibility. She’d always been the friend. The sidekick. The sister.

Did she want more?

She ran the calculations. Emotional equations spiraled across her brain at lightning speed. CPU temperature rising. Memory banks lighting up with every moment she’d laughed too hard at Danny’s sarcasm. The thrill of sparring with Manny. Quiet talks with Jimmy. Dumb pranks with Timmy.

"Huh," she said slowly, her voice soft. "I think I do."

The silence that followed wasn’t awkward. It was heavy. Tense with potential.

And then Manny reached over, with all the ease in the world, and scooped her up like it was the most obvious thing to do. He pulled her metal frame between himself and Danny, holding her close like she'd always belonged there.

His hand patted her arm, warm and grounding.

"Is that better?"

Jenny didn’t feel heat the way humans did. But something in her chest—something cold and tight—eased.

Her metal frame hummed low and soft.

"Yeah," she said. "It is."

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wow tumblr wouldn’t let me post at all for a bit :,)

Lowkey felt like this while making it

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You know. I've come up.with the most hilarious and insane au here recently.

Y'all know the movie Fargo? (No, I haven't watched the series yet and I need to.) It's my favorite of all time. Like by a long shot.

And I really, really have been thinking about making it a TigerGhost au.

Which would be insane. I wouldn't probably follow the original crime and chaos, but make it supernatural. Make Danny the chaotic and genius police captain of the Fargo Police department.

Like I'm huge on Danny becoming some version of a first responder (if he doesn't do something space related, of course) and he ends up getting the trifecta fire, EMT, and becomes a detective and eventually leaves Amity Park and gets a job at Fargo, moving to North Dakota.

And he's like a cryptid, my guys.

He's just chaos incarnate. He's constantly causing his officers stress. They're all like. Chief, you gotta eat. Chief, your eyes are glowing can you fucking not? Chief, your husband got arrested starting a bar fight. Chief, no you cannot fight perps while you're pregnant.

Manny would be Danny's nice artist husband, because I can't get over the interaction of. No, I'll make you breakfast. You got to eat Danny. I'll make you some ranch eggs. You gotta eat.

Danny would be a damn good investigator and then there is this murder. And he's like. Damn it. Why is someone trying to summon some ghost zone shit in a car abandoned on the side of the road. Fuck me. Wait I think imma puke. No wait I'm fine. I better not get summoned for some ghost king shit over this.

And he looks at Lou and is like. This is gonna be a whole thing. What have you done?

I've ran the plates. Nothing yet. Lou would say as he waved to the car.

Lou, it's got dealer plates. It's an unregistered car. Danny rubs between his eyes.

Oh geez. Didn't think about that. Lou rubs the back of his neck.

Danny's ghost sense is going crazy and here he is solving a supernatural murder all across the north.

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Okay. I'mma be back on my regular scheduled bullshit.

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goth danny & tucker

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Jimmytimmy dancing for the soul.

Was doing posing practice and I've been thinking about them.

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*unholy screaming noises*

I missed Danny Cowboy, so I brought him back. He's pretty creepy. Why a skeleton horse? Because, why not?

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im into nicktoons unite now

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Literally love doing this to Manny. Like he's such a brave and brash character but he's so soft. He loves people fully and deeply. Having someone or his body betray him? Him facing the fear that out weights his bravery? His desire to please others?

Like when you hurt him enough he'd break. He'd heal crooked. He'd be something a little more in between and I thrive on that.

"came back wrong" what about Came Back Afraid. You used to be brave. Too brave maybe, defying the odds at every turn, a fighter, cocky, playing with fire, first to throw yourself at the enemy. Until one day it all caught up to you. You came back, somehow, but now you know all too intimately how it feels to lose, to die, to be destroyed. Now you flinch and freeze and cower at the slightest provocation. Who even are you now if you can't be brave? The grave may have let you go, but the mortal fear still grips you tighter than ever.

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Here’s to hoping someone eventually draws Eldritch Danny and Manny as “Man Obsessed With Giant Boyfriend 4 Times His Size”

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WHO DROPPED 'EM⁉️

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I can see Danny going straight to Manny for attention after a long day — like he does literally nothing except approach Manny and hug him or lay his head on his lap or whatever to get his attention without saying a word — and Manny lights up like “This is my chance!” and absolutely smothers him with affection. Danny didn’t have the energy to smile before, but he can’t help it now.

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YOU SWINE!!

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I have this idea that Danny occasionally gives lectures or something to the ghost yetis about every new space fact he finds because they love hearing about it and he loves talking about it — It’s the best Win-Win scenario Danny’s ever had. And so one morning, he’s in bed with Manny and it’s like this:

Danny: *sits up* Shit, I’m late for school!

Manny: Danny, you’re 24 and you finished college.

Danny: Oh, right.

Danny: *lays back down*

Manny:

Danny:

Manny:

Danny: *shoots out of bed* I’M GIVING A LECTURE-