#fun with script theories

[studyinglogic]

That time shall be the time of great peace, perhaps even a 太平, for the word YARZG will appear, but in that peace will be sown the seeds of disorder as surely as wood grows from water and yang grows from yin. These seeds will be both obvious and subtle as the ways of the unseen one, which permeate all yet are touched by none.

I.

The first of these seeds, the first to appear, the first which shall usher in the caturyuga, shall be the use of words of more than five letters. This use will at first be tentative, for at first all will be believe the limit of five letters to be sacred, but the wielding of SONDER against JOROL and the strength of the emotion thereof shall prove decisive.

Ruin shall come quickly to that age; word will contend against word, and people will soon realise that to limit themselves to that frame is to invite their own destruction. What clashes here of wills gen wonts, oystrygods gaggin fishy-gods! Brékkek Kékkek Kékkek Kékkek! Kóax Kóax Kóax! Ualu Ualu Ualu! Quaouauh! And so this shall be the age of unbinding.

II.

The second seed, the second to appear, that which will herald the second age of the चतुर्युग, shall be the use of words from other languages. All shall be overthrown, and the cult of Sapir-Whorf will rise from the ashes. This shall be an age of great instability as well as an age of great invention, for the field will be wide open as to how quickly words can be pronounced as well as how they can be written.

Abjad will rise against abugida; axe will hew axe. The chanters will meditate for inner peace and outer violence, developing the diaphragm in order to utter words in as few breaths as possible. The masters of seal and script will inscribe words on bones and bury them so that the words, when encountered, will explode into consciousness.

The refrainers will wear blindfolds, ceasing their sightfulness and stopping their hearfulness so that they do not encounter words, vainly attempting to leave the conflict. But this will not be possible, for awareness is not the same as escape, much less unawareness; tlalticpac is slippery, slick, and people will fall into evil as they slip in the mud. And this age will last a long time.

III.

The third seed, the third to appear, that which will herald the third age, will be the rise of the philologists, the lexicologists, the dictionary makers, the phonologists---those who keep their head and eyes downward, those interested in roots and beginnings.

Even as they stay trapped within their age they will attempt to analyse it; they will try to order the grammar of the world. For them, there is no deformity but in Monstrosity; wherein, notwithstanding, there is a kind of Beauty, Nature so ingeniously contriving the irregular parts, as they become sometimes more remarkable than the principal Fabrick.

Punctuation will be debated; words will be defined. They will look at their time and debate if they live in the degenerate age, if they are in the 末法, or if in fact they have looped all the way round to the 正法. The wise will contend over whether the कलियुग is equivalent to the 末法; reaching no consensus, they will pronounce themselves foolish.

They will search for the hidden structures, the first principles behind words. They will discuss whether true harmony comes from ἁρμός, a joint, or if it comes from 和, the concatenation of grain and a mouth. Order will not only be restored: it will proliferate, so that there are many orders, and none will know which is whole and which is partial. Those caught in this whirlpool will forget years, forget justice, be stimulated by the limitless, and thus remain in the limitless.

IV.

And then will come the sprouting of the fourth seed, the fourth to appear. The roots of this age will be sown in the one before it, in the call to first principles over the parochialism of the local. Everything will change when the mathematicians attack. But that is another tale for a another time, to be told by someone of greater worthynesse than I. Hwæt!

Wordle is running out of words. Only 2,000 five letter words remain. When that supply is exhausted the Creation shall begin. One day the word will be ZHURM, and all shall get it, and all shall understand it to mean "an ache from suddenly remembering a long-ago friend, who meant something to you once, but whose face you can no longer conjure". The next day the word shall be JOROL, and all will get it, and all will know it means "the melancholy confusion of passing by somewhere where you once could have died". The next day it will be GREFT, and all will understand it to be a small brown bird with white streaks found only in South America, and suddenly, it will appear, in the underbrush of the Amazon, in the streets of São Paulo, and all will know that it once was not there, but now, will always be

[tio-trile]

A section of the storyboards I did from Jurassic World: Chaos Theory season 1 episode 5 "Halfway House"!

[chirpsythismorning]

Welcome to a series I'm calling:

Yes, that scene did foreshadow Mike's monologue was disingenuous

Because you'd be surprised how many times the show (even prior to s4) has poked fun at Mike's monologue in the most random ways.

The Bingham's Beautiful Performance

First we have Suzie's sister on the floor, bedazzled and sporting a veil all while her brother is filming. This is basically the kids attempting to present a tale of a romance ending in gruesome tragedy.

Our bride here is El. The edition of the veil could be a nod to the loud majority's series long assumption that Mike and El are going to end the show together, preferably getting married.

Unfortunately, this is the closest thing they'll ever get to it, with the acknowledgement of that possibility in and of itself being mocked.

This next shot makes the likelihood that these scenes are connected pretty much indisputable, that being the edition of the record player behind the bride's head.

The only reason they made a point of having Will push the radio out of El's way, was to subtly connect this moment in Surfer boy to the beautiful performance we saw at the Bingham's only a few episodes prior (scenes that are widely known to be filled with foreshadowing for the season's ending).

A few bylers have already talked about these parallels, so this isn't new knowledge per say. But I do know some have dropped it altogether as possible foreshadowing for whatever reason, while most fans outside of the byler fandom insist it only foreshadowed Eddie's death. However, I think there are too many details that equally, if not more connect it to Mike's monologue than to Eddie's death.

Some fans have also noticed how Will was missing in quite a few shots at the Bingham's, which is interesting, but not all that surprising. Especially in this case...

Will. Will is the director

Director Will: GET THAT RADIO OUT OF MY SHOT!

Will directed the monologue when he used his feelings to inspire Mike, with the reminder of it (literally in the moment) directing Mike to confess to El, just like Suzie's brother directed that beautiful performance. Both performances convincingly left its audience thinking that the performers feelings in that moment were believable and...

genuine...

[firephoenix23]

Miles???

Wait a minute you know what I just realized about slugterra: 100 miles below the surface of the earth, when slugs reach 100 miles per hour, miles, Miles, MILES?!?! The only country that uses miles is the US. This whole time I thought Eli was Canadian because the show is Canadian but I noticed they constantly say that’s miles from here or slugs transform at 100 miles per hour?!? I never noticed this before

So I decided to do some research and found out that Canada only changed to the metric system in the 1970s which is kinda surprising. This is also the same for the UK. They used the imperial system up until 1970s as well. For the US we kept the imperial system because we like to feel unique I guess.

But this adds kinda a fun headcanon for all the humans of Slugterra. We know they are probably descended from people from the surface and they are clearly not bounded by their rules. So it makes sense that they keep the old system since it really only has changed recently. So since they use the English units some of they’re ancestors must have been from the British Empire right around the time of the thirteen colonies and any settlements in Canada.

I think a good range would be 1620 to 1850 with most of them coming down between 1700 to 1780. They probably could have been escaping all the wars that were fought in North America at the time. Also don’t forget about all the indigenous people who could have been trying to escape the white settlers and the British Empire as well

They probably only told of them surface aka burning world in stories and myths to make sure their children never went back up to the surface again.

[legogender]

pleaseeee please please im begging you all for the love of GOD. let jay using wind in s1 GO. it was an error. pleaseeee stop trying to make serious theories about it its an ERRORRRR

[milfygerard]

sometimes i go thru the gaylor tag to see updates or reactions or something and its so funny everytime. You people are insane i respect literally none of you etc etc

[ironmanstan]

i think if i make my neocities site cool enough ill ditch my carrd for real actually

[bmpmp3]

and it goes without saying that the state of art history/visual culture video essay youtube is a bit dire. in that it like, doesnt exist outside of a few one off videos by general youtubers, decade old recordings of lectures, and random short text to speech videos that are likely ai generated

[wandering-aloneo-o]

that feeling when you have so many little things and projects and ideas you wanna do, but don't have the time/energy/resources to do them

[stilljuststardust]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Sections to add to your script

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Things people say about you

If you want people to talk about you in a certain way create a section of quotes that people have said about you when you're not around. If you want to give off a highly specific aura you can literally just script that people tell each other how much you give off that kind of energy.

"They are so beautiful literally like an angel on earth"

Third locations

A section entirely for custom third locations. Hang out spots you wish existed, stores that match your highly specific vibe, secret hideouts just for you, cafes and restaurants that exclusively sell food you like. Theme parks you wish existed. Summer camps that take place in a legitimate castle.

Custom media

Shows movies and games you wish existed. Like multiplayer Skyrim or rewriting a bad ending to a show you like. Apps you wish existed.

Shouldn't be real but is

Could range from the legends of Zelda fairies to Santa or could be used to make up wild conspiracy theories and turn them into fact. Just make up random fun facts.

[deerspherestudios]

Short Break and To Dos!

Hello all! 🍄🍄👻 I'm glad to see people enjoying Day 3 so far! I was so nervous about showing another side to Mychael in the update I thought people wouldn't like him as much but plenty have reacted positively! ❤️

I'll add a TLDR; above the read more, but if you don't mind my ramblings and want more details about everything, I'll write everything below! Light spoilers ahead!

I'll be taking a short break from MO development until 28th October to work on a short VN for the Monstrous Desires jam!

Most probably missed it, but there's a tiny small patch to Day 3 explained here.

Queue will return soon! I just gotta handle some housekeeping first with my Patreon.

Regarding the feedback on Day 3, I'm glad people aren't as averse to the new side of Mychael, in that he isn't always soft and sweet. I want people to fall in love with a person after all, not a yandere caricature, and that means that person can get upset, angry and sometimes irrational when we don't know what's going on in their head even towards the subject of their affections. While some (understandably!) were shocked about his reaction to the mushrooms, it'll be clear as to why (hopefully!)

Some of you have given incredibly accurate theories, and I'll take that as something I've done well in building up the mystery!!! I'm excited to share more in the next update, but for now!

1. I'll be taking a short break from MO development to work on a short VN for the Monstrous Desires jam!

What I have planned for Day 4 of MO might be the biggest update so far, since one route will lead to a few official BAD ENDINGS as opposed to 'dead ends' like the current demo has. To those who really want to, you finally get to see Mychael at his worst. As usual, writing the script takes a few months with plenty of changes in between, and I don't wanna bulldoze ahead and rush the story when it's getting to the climax!

But before I jump into all of that I just wanna give myself a creative exercise and try exploring a different theme, style and setting with a fresh new character for the jam! Since I'm a sucker for the trope... yes, the new blorbo will also be a yandere, sorry, I'm predictable.💔 The jam ends on October 28th so development on MO will continue then!

The last time I wrote something remotely sci-fi was in high school, so this will be fun to try!

2. Most probably missed it, but there's a tiny small patch to Day 3 explained here.

What it says on the tin! If you've already played Day 3, rest assured there's no significant story changes. Just an updated credits list, three extra sprites for one route and a small fix in the code.

3. Queue will return soon! I just gotta handle some housekeeping first with my Patreon.

Plenty of people have sent such sweet and encouraging messages to my inbox on what they thought of the update and I cannot thank all of you enough for the support!! I can't wait to post them out to archive them on the blog and answer all your interesting theories and queries in my queue!

But for now I'm due for a short break from my socials and to catch up on my Patreon sketch requests haha. I also plan to release cut content from Day 3 for my Yearling and Deer patrons. Plus, I'll be working on some written prompts for extra lore so that's something to look forward to!

I'll be back soon! Take care, fireflies!! ❤️

[i-hear-a-sound]

babe is exporting. it’s 22 minutes long and i am so getting copyright claimed for it

[basketonthedoorstepofthefbi]

Hello!!! I have a request if that’s okay with you. 💕

Would you maybe write a Spencer x quiet!reader? Where she doesn’t have the courage to talk to him because she’s too shy?

I don’t really have a plot in mind so that’s up to you!! I’m sorry I couldn’t come up with any ideas but hopefully it lets you write whatever you want. Thank you for taking the time to read this. And I read your other stories, you’re so underrated and amazing I love your wording when you write. 🥹🫶🏻🫶🏻

Hi Mary!! Thank you so much for your kind words c:

I did my best c: I hope you like it!

Round Table (Spencer Reid x shy!gn!reader)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x shy!gn!reader (if not gn please let me know, but I'm fairly certain it is!)

Word Count: 1538

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, but besides that none?

A/N: this was so fun c: i am really enjoying challenging myself with your guys' requests. hope you enjoy!!

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You were an incredibly anxious person, which, honestly, was okay. You tried not to let your anxiety hinder your life too much, but like any other human being, sometimes it got in the way. It was frustrating, sure, knowing that a situation would be so much easier if you weren’t so anxious about it, but you reminded yourself often that you weren’t perfect, and neither was anyone else. 

Some people were afraid of heights, of the ocean, of needles. Some people had trouble going out into crowds or grew overstimulated in public places. 

You? You were painfully shy. There was always an adjustment period to being around new people.

Baristas, the bus driver, pharmacy techs, cashiers at the grocery store - you did just fine. But those were one-time interactions, brief discussions that you could compartmentalize. 

They came with a script to follow, with cue cards already queued up in your head as they occurred. You could put on an emotional mask for five minutes while the nurse at the clinic gave you a flu shot. You could smile and speak in your special voice labeled Getting Coffee, an octave higher than you usually spoke, in order to acquire your much-needed beverage. There was a clear goal in mind with each of these dialogues. Sure, you didn’t present as the most confident person in the world, but you always made it through conversations like these without stumbling over your words or being too terribly awkward.  

You didn’t succeed as much with deeper connections, with ones that took time to cultivate. You were a guarded person to begin with, with only a handful of people you felt truly close to. Vulnerability had always been difficult for you, but you supposed you were in the majority on that front. It took a while to become comfortable around coworkers, extended family, hell, even your therapist. You had to have time to adjust, to settle in. 

A lot of people in your life thought you were just socially awkward or even an agoraphobe, but you didn’t mind being around people. It was the intimacy, the connection, the having to give away little pieces of yourself, that made you anxious. It kept you from participating in conversations most of the time, usually only speaking unless spoken to. 

You liked your job as a linguistics and handwriting analyst in the FBI for that very reason. You didn’t have to say much  to people unless it was related to a case. With a clear goal in mind, a threat to neutralize, you could turn on that mechanical part of your brain that spouted off facts, information, theories. You didn’t have to tell anyone about your weekend, about your hopes and dreams or your favorite foods. 

You were consulting on a case for the Behavioral Analysis Unit - a serial killer who stalked his victims months before their murders, sending handwritten letters and using poetry to taunt them. Your supervisor had asked you to collaborate with the BAU, sending you to the sixth floor on your own. 

For the last two days, you’d been working closely with Dr. Spencer Reid - Spencer, he insisted you call him. Just a couple of years older than you, but still very young for his role in the FBI. He was friendly,  and very smart, and he rambled on about all kinds of things - 

Everything, actually. The Chinese food you’d had for lunch on the first day? He explained the origin of fortune cookies. Did you know their first appearance in the US was in San Francisco in the late 1800s? 

Pointing out a Dickinson line in one of the UnSub’s letters? Did you know only ten of Emily Dickinson’s poems were actually published when she was alive and the rest were posthumous? 

You often just nodded along and smiled, occasionally throwing in an oh, that’s very interesting to appear as an active listener. And you were an active listener. You did genuinely think he was interesting, and you found his info dumps to be incredibly endearing. But your contributions to the conversation were abysmal in comparison.

Beyond discussing patterns in the UnSub’s letters and what it might mean for each victim, you had no other fascinating information to share. You didn’t do well with small talk, and Spencer didn’t ask you any overtly personal questions. 

It wasn’t until close to the end of the second day spent in the conference room of the BAU’s office that Spencer asked you a direct question about yourself. 

There were three evidence boards set up, all full of scanned copies of the letters, each one pinned up meticulously by you and Spencer the day before. The large round table in the room had letters stacked out all around it, each one bagged in protective plastic. 

Spencer was standing in front of the evidence boards with his arms crossed over his chest, studying the photocopies with his head inclined to the side. 

He broke the silence you had been slowly settling into the past two days. “Your supervisor said you had a specialization in poetry?” 

You nodded, stepping over to the table and carefully lifting one of the letters up. You liked how he spoke as if you two were in the middle of a conversation, when in fact, it had been totally silent for the past half an hour, save for the soft puttering of the air conditioning vent.

“Studied a lot in undergrad,” you squeaked out, clearing your throat as you held the letter up the fluorescent light above you to examine the stationary. 

“What university did you attend?” Spencer asked, and you turned your head to find him inclining his head to the side. He actually wanted to know? 

“I went to Bennington College to study poetry,” you said softly, suddenly finding it difficult to focus on the letter in your hand. “But I went to graduate school at Georgetown. Master’s in Linguistics.” 

“Really? That’s fascinating,” Spencer commented, which caught you by surprise, especially because he didn’t sound the least bit sarcastic. “That combination of degrees is exceedingly rare. Generally people who major in poetry often either go on to complete as far up as a doctorate in the subject or  they stop at a Bachelor’s degree. The latter statistically don’t end up working in a field related to poetry, either, so their degree is basically useless.” 

You weren’t sure if you were supposed to be offended by that, so instead you just nodded your head politely. “Okay,” you murmured, biting your lip. 

“Can I ask you another question?” Spencer asked, and set the letter in your hand down on the table. You smoothed your hands over the fabric of your shirt and nodded. “Do I… do I make you uncomfortable?” 

You shook your head. “No,” you said assuredly, and then, a little more hesitantly, “…why would you ask me that?” 

Spencer turned to face you. “You’re just very quiet unless we’re discussing the case. Which is fine, of course, but I just… I don’t know. I thought maybe you were annoyed by me or I said something to offend you.” 

You felt guilt spread over you and your cheeks turned pink. The last thing you’d wanted was to make anyone feel bad who didn’t deserve it. And the very kind, helpful, and adorable Dr. Spencer Reid was the furthest from deserving to feel bad. 

 “I just don’t talk a lot,” you tried to explain. Your hand rubbed the spot where the top of your chest met the skin of your neck, an anxious habit you’d had for years. “I mean, I do with people I know, and that’s not to say I dominate the conversation by any means, but I just…” you realized you were rambling. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” you added, your voice just above a whisper. 

“Thank you,” Spencer’s lips flickered into a straight-lined smile, one you had seen several times over the past few days, often when unintentional eye contact was made across the table. “For clarifying, I mean, that I didn’t offend you.” He cleared his throat, and leaned against the round table, standing just a few feet from you. Still a very professional and comfortable distance, but closer than he had been before. “So, does that mean that if we got to know each other, you’d talk more?” The corners of his lips spread out and his smile grew. 

You tore your eyes away from his to look at the letter in your hand, the protective plastic around it crinkling between your fingers. You weren’t actually looking at the letter, though. You’d just needed somewhere - anywhere - else to look. “That’s generally how it goes,” you murmured, biting your lip. 

“So, if I were to, for example, ask you to meet me for dinner sometime, could the getting to know each other happen there?” 

Your eyes fluttered over to Spencer’s and you saw him smiling. You could tell by how he looked at you, with his head inclined just slightly to the side, that he was being fully serious. You nodded, unable to control the small smile on your face. 

Spencer grinned, and you could tell he couldn’t resist when he spoke again. “So, is that a yes?” 

[wildglitch]

I have this headcanon that Billy ages slowly right? Born like 100 years ago and still a child bla bla bla-

Anywas-that is kinda just a base for many diferent concepts I come up for Billy. One of them being the "Whiz Kid Conspericy"tm

Basically it gose like this. Whiz kid is a special thing the station dose every few year at the turn of every new decade. The character of a child reporter is played by many diffrent little boy's through out the years all playing the character of "Billy", each one lasting for a few years before leaving for his birthday party and coming back a few years later replaced by a new kid and now one year older and a persona shift to match the new decade claming "I got a new style on my break". The catch? Its actually just Billy pretending to be a new person everytime.

Sure, some people know like Mr. Sterling and maybe a reporter or two, but no one else knows its the same kid. Which leads to a lot of conspiricy theorys about who the actors where or how the station picks their kids or hiw rye heck the kids look so similar. This end up being one of the things that bring Billy the most joy and pain, cause everyone knows of his exsistance with it being so ingrained into Fawcetts culture, but Its also super fun for him to disapear and come back as a new person every decade. Sure fhere where a few times where the station was handed over to a new owner and they tried to make the "Whiz Kid brand" more active with merch and dirty profiting schems, but and adult Cissie and Billy managed to take care of that quickly.

This idea works best if the people of Fawcett aged normally but if you want, you can also just imagien half of the city is in on it while the other have no clue.

Its even funnier imagening the JL's reaction to what Billy has been doing for almost a centry.

Batman: let me get this straight, you convince multiple generations of people you where different people playing the same character?

Billy: It Was Funny!

Superman a.k.a Clark the reporter:...Yk, I used to listen to your radio segments back in the 80's

Billy a.k.a the teenager emberrassed about past works: Nooooooo, the 80's was such a bad time! My mircophone was horrible and my script was terrible

Superman: But it was so good!

Thank you for indulging my bullshit, I might draw Billy during the diffrent decades or maybe a time line later.

[greykolla-art]

Your art smells like jthm (COMPLJMENT)!!..

Also are there any kool headcanons you have about the characters??

Oh thank you! I love how many different things my art style reminds people of!😂❤

(Í think it's all the hatching and random thickness in the brush strokes.)

But yeah i have some Headcanons! At least for Alastor cause he's the one I think about the most.😜

These are just things I decided to keep in mind when I come up with scripts:

*Al's smile is stitched on him, so he can never stop doing it even if he wanted to.

*He normaly doesn't sleep, (except when hes injured and is using a lot of energy to heal.) at night he just wanders around the hotel like a creepy ghost.

*I don't think Lilith owns his soul. I think it's a third party character we haven't met yet. He and Lilith are connected in some way, obviously, but not a soul-contract way. I honestly have a lot of problems with that theory. for excample: Why would Lilith from the Bible give someone voodoo themed powers???

*Alastor is terrified of feeling exposed, weak or vulnerable. I think when he was alive he experienced that a lot and now he's trying to make himself impervious to any kind of emotional damage.

* He's also very prideful person. When he came to Hell he was like the new kid in school taking down the biggest guy's there to assert his dominance. Putting up walls as fast as he could and screaming: "Don't come near me or I'll bite your head off!"

*I think there's a voodoo doll of him somewhere, and he's desperate to find it. Or he has found it already and hidden it.

*he wants Charlie's soul because that would make him stronger than whoever owns his soul. Therefore be able to break his contract but still keep being powerful.

* I project onto him one of my own personality traits: Being aroace but very romanticly flirty without wanting really anything out if it. Just a proper gentleman. With a trail of confused, broken hearts behind him. (Im personally tryin not to do that but Al doesn't care, obvs.)😅

*People who want him sexually bore him. (Another personality trait I'm projecting onto him.)

*unless you're more powerful than him or are able to further his goals, he'll never go out of his way to dislike you. He never punches down, but he wont have any strong feelings about it.

Í probably have more, but these were fun to write down!😁

[binaural-histolog]

Hypnotizing Autistic People

I have been continuing to work on the newbie guide to hypnosis.

All the inductions now have in-place text for the scripts, they cross reference back to the relevant theory bits, and I've even got the sections consistent between inductions now.

But the big bit is filling out a page on hypnotizing autistic people.

This was great fun to do because it's so blatantly obvious now how much the stereotype of "analytical" and "difficult" subjects matches up with the autistic stereotype. So many "powerful mental techniques" just don't work well on autistic people.

Try to assert your authority and establish compliance with an autistic person and you may as well stage-dive onto pavement.

Attempt to confuse and overwhelm the senses of an autistic person with language patterns and sensory overload? I've got news for you: autistic people *expect* to be confused and overwhelmed.

Try to relax them with PMR? They won't stop thinking. They'll get bored and their brains will give them more interesting things to think about.

So the way to hypnotize an autistic person is to work with them, rather than against them. Summarizing from the page:

Form an alliance by infodumping all the theory on them, and explain why and how you're doing what you're doing.

Frame hypnosis as a co-operative game with some clear and easy to follow rules.

Frame suggestions in terms of their special interests.

Pay attention to and respect their sensory needs.

Use direct and clear communication.

Keep the mind engaged. If you're not doing anything, bring them out. Don't rely on trance to keep them occupied.

Check-in frequently. Don't assume that you can read non-verbal cues.

If they have any stims, that's a great introduction to automatic behaviors.

I had fun writing this, and if you have feedback please reblog and/or leave a comment. I want to do a page on ADHD next and could use some tips there as well.