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don’t worry, he got better

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A few tbs characters because i realised I have free will and can just do that

Characters from left to right: sam, joan, damien, chloe, mark, adam, caleb, rose

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Joan Bright steal your brother's ex

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i'm relistening to tbs and came to the part where sam says "i get anxious sometimes" and i just had to laugh out loud bc that's like the biggest understatement of the century. miss 'i don't have any friends and haven't rly had a conversation with anyone irl in YEARS bc i was too afraid i might disappear and i doupt every word i say' gets anxious sometimes? i think u are anxious a bit more often than that

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so i’ve been listening to the bright sessions…..

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If I keep this oath faithfully, may I enjoy my life and practice my art, respected by all men and in all times; but if I swerve from it or violate it, may the reverse be my lot.

lil piece for @thebrightsessions !

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delighted by the discovery of the concept of "doomed by the narrative but your friends are punching the narrative in the face and you're fine now"

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Today on my tbs server, we discussed what it might have been like if Damien had actually shown typical affects of the Traumatic Brain Injury he sustained on the show, so I whipped up this quick drawing of some of the ideas we came up with! Details below the cut

1. Rollator! For those who don't know, a rollator is a type of walker that contains a seat so you can sit down when needed. For this version of Damien, we discussed him dealing with dizzy spells, fatigue, seizures, or fainting spells, all of which would make having a rollator very important.

2. Service Dog! Bruce (named after Batman) is a big, black Newfoundland service dog, one specifically trained for detecting seizures and fainting spells. He alerts Damien when he needs to sit down and is trained to find someone to call for help in case of emergencies. Otherwise, he sticks close to Damien's side and makes sure he stays safe.

3. Adaptive Clothing! We discussed how Damien might have trouble with coordination and motor skills post-TBI, so he is wearing some clothes specifically designed to make dressing easier. His hoodie has a magnetic zipper, so it can be zipped one-handed. His pants are stretchy and have a snap and zipper closure on the hip to make dressing easier, though we also talked about him wearing skirts bc they're easier to wear. His shoes are styled after BILLY brand shoes, they have a zipper that goes all the way down and around the toe, so he can just set his foot in them, then zip them up, without dealing with sliding or laces.

4. In his bag, I included migraine meds and noise cancelling headphones for sensory needs. I imagine he could also carry sunglasses, chewelry, or anything else he might need on the regular.

Thanks for reading!

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Greetings friends! It's time Podcast Hottie of the Week: Hot Doctors Edition. Our contenders: Joan Bryant of The Bright Sessions, Alana Maxwell of Wolf 359, Sally Grissom of ars PARADOXICA, and Ryan Dalias of EOS 10!

And don't forget, our submissions are always open! If you have a character you'd like to see in future contests, please send them our way!

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Joann Bright is better than me bc I would've whooped my ex best friend's ass for how she came at me while having the emotional empathy and awareness of a piece of ass lint

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average tbs character ends up in several traumatic Situations isn't a statistical error, but Mark Bryant who ends up in Every traumatic situation surely isn't helping

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Finally did it!!! DAMIEN AND DR.BRIGHT!!! Now I have Damien animatics with both siblings

The audio is from the X-files

Transcripts underneath!

Transcripts(will refer the voices as Damien and Dr.Bright, but the actual voices are from X-files)

Damien: Why would make them so uncomfortable

*synth kinda serious music starts playing*

Dr.Bright: It probably has to do with your reputation

Damien: I have a reputation?

Dr.Brightm they say your methods your theories are…

(I wrote: they feel your ability, how you use your ability is…)

Damien: Spooky?

*Beat/Silence while music keeps playing *

Damien: do you think I’m spooky?

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how i've been seeing the bright sessions characters in my head (11/11) at the time i drew this ive almost done with season 4! so thats all for now

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chloe brightsessions

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many worlds like this one

(concept taken from splitting-infinities's post)

There are many worlds like this one.

Robert is small enough that he has to shift onto his knees on his chair to lean over the dining table. There's a cake in front of him, big and round with white icing he helped slather on. There's rainbow sprinkles and Skittles and M&Ms he'd slapped to the side, and it took the better half of the evening to make, mostly because he wouldn't stop getting in the way, so impatient he was.

There are seven candles on top, burning. His parents were singing Happy Birthday, and he was just old enough now to feel embarrassed at the attention. He sat through it though, and then finally Robert leaned forward until his face hovered over the burning candles, birthday hat sitting askew on top of his head, and closed his eyes to make a wish. And then he took a long, deep breath and blew his candles out.

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Robert was old enough to hate being sung Happy Birthday to -- it was awkward and he never knows where to look. Robert was still young enough to want it anyways. His parents started singing, and stopped when Robert cringed, then started again, then stopped again until the conflict made them start coughing. Then they stopped coughing because Robert didn't want them to.

Robert, sat in his chair, and leaned over the dining table to see his cake with thirteen burning candles on top. It looked just like any other cake he wanted. Robert glanced up at his parents, and they stared back blank-faced. Robert brought his face close to the flames, closed his eyes, inhaled and blew.

There are many worlds like this one.

Robert is in a lavish penthouse suite, all greys and neutrals and off-whites and egg-whites with floor-to-ceiling windows. Someone, probably the owner, was throwing a birthday party and so was Robert, in a way. He had a slice of cake and couldn't find a candle, but there's a group of people that managed to surround him, and they wished him a "happy birthday!" And they started singing Happy Birthday just for him but it was discordant and they quickly grew confused as to who he was, why he was there, why they were.

Robert made a hasty exit and realized that drunk people were...messy. He stepped outside onto the street, and it wasn't busy, no crowds. He started making his way back to his equally lavish, upscale apartment, closing his eyes for a moment before taking a deep breath and blowing it out.

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Damien sat on a sandy L.A. shore looking out over gentles waves. He had his knees drawn up to his chin. He thought--

Damien was in a car, tearing down the road with L.A. at his back. He thought he could actually spend this day with them, but he couldn't. Turns out he can't. He squeezes his eyes shut against it, briefly because he's going 100 miles per hour. He inhales, he exhales.

There are many worlds like this one.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Damien-" that's not right.

Someone is throwing a party in a bar to celebrate, and it's a big chorus of happy laughter and awkward singing and of course the guy is feeling embarrassed at the attention, he doesn't know where to look. It's so easy to pretend, though, just for today, for right now. Damien sits at the edge of group. He doesn't drink but he has a glass in hand that he clutches for dear life, and his friends -- this guy's friends -- are singing to him.

Then one of the girls, also at the edges, turns to him, face beaming and sings Happy Birthday to him, and it's nice until she trails off like she doesn't know why she started singing to a stranger. Damien knows his cue to leave, and he wants the bartender and the girl to not remember him. He steps outside, the streetlight blinding compared to the dimness of the pub; the flinches his eyes closed against it, and lets out a shaky breath around his constricting chest.

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Damien is on the open road at three in the morning, and the ground is nothing but fluid blackness under his tires. There's peace here, a peculiar feeling of timelessness, like he's detached from reality and floating away into the vacuum of space. Nothing matters, nothing exists, except his foot on the accelerator and the horizon in front of him.

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Damien is drunk on a kitchen floor, calling a number on his phone.

There are many worlds like this one.

Damien is sitting at the kitchen table in Somewhere, USA in the good ol' state of Fuck All. The days have been slipping by and he feels timeless in the what's-even-the-fucking-point way. Damien, nevertheless, still knows what day it is, and he wasn't going to do this, he wasn't -- but he passed by a small, round, stupid vanilla cake.

Damien leans over the table until his face hovered above the flame of the single candle burning on top of the cake. Damien can't help but think it's missing essential candy pieces slapped onto it, and it was so ridiculously expensive that he may as well just make one himself next year. Boxed cake mix and sprinkles, it's not hard -- he did it on his own for his fourteenth. It's not hard.

Damien is too old and not nearly pathetic enough to sing Happy Birthday to himself, so he doesn't. He does, though, close his eyes, takes a deep breath, and blows out his candle.

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the AM: *kidnaps people and disappears them to experiment on them*

also the AM: consent matters 😊

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thinking about the am trio and names. thinking about how ellie exclusively calls joan by her first name. thinking about joan calls owen by his first name behind his back but his codename to his face. thinking about how joan calls ellie by her first name to her face and her code name behind her back. thinking about how ellie and owen call each other by their first names to each other’s faces but their code names when they’re talking to joan. thinking about how ellie is the first person to use owen’s real last name. thinking about how owen gets so happy that joan is calling him by his first name in tama. thinking about how joan and owen are calling ellie by her first name through tama despite joan having not really done so previously and owen now being at his most resentful of her probably. the rituals are so intricate. so so intricate.