[Image Description: Apparently A Social Media Post From User God, Reading Thou Shalt Not Deny Gender

[First image description: tumblr user @hawkpartys has shared an infographic titled How to differentiate sharp-shinned haws and cooper's hawks. There are two photos of hawks. In the first photo, a sharp-shinned hawk is captioned SSHA are MUSLIM. An arrow and the word hijab point to its dark hood. In the second photo, a cooper's hawk is captioned COHA are JEWISH. An arrow and the word kippah point to its dark cap. After this are the words, "this image came to me in a dream" /End first image description.]

[Second image description: @hawkpartys has shared a screenshot of another tumblr user's post tag reading, #how neurodivergent must you be about hawks for this to happen in your DREAM /End second image description.]

[Third image description: @hawkpartys has shared a screenshot of a website in which bird observations are catalogued and identified. According to the screenshot, hawkpartys is ranked fourth place globally among users of this website who have shared their identifications of hawks, eagles, kites and allies. Hawkpartys has shared 80,263 identifications. /End third image description.]

[Fourth image description: Tumblr user @elbiotipo has shared a page from a manga. In an auditorium, an athlete kneels on the stage with their head bowed, in clothes for martial arts practice. In the seats, the audience are also kneeling with bowed heads. The caption reads, EVERYBODY WAS KNEELING OUT OF RESPECT. /End fourth image description.]

this image came to me in a dream

Тихая ночь. Сергей Данчев, 2020

I think about this sometimes. How did I learn that there are some things you just don't do to people, no matter who they are or what they've done? I used to think I learned it as a young adult working my first few jobs. I did some childcare and a shitton of foodservice, and in both types of work it was really clear to me that if I didn't do my job right -- if I made a mistake with an allergen, or forgot to lock the child lock on the basement door -- someone could be badly hurt or even killed. That was a heavy thing to realize and it made me so aware of my responsibilities to other people, it really solidified it for me that you don't do to your enemies what you wouldn't do to your friends. But I think I must have learned it earlier. I think I learned it by...needing help from other people, and getting it. I think I learned it from times when I was in trouble, and someone helped me. The people around me had enough empathy for me, enough of the time, that I learned empathy too. Maybe "learned" is the wrong word, even, because it wasn't a thinking process. I think empathy is more like grammar: it's not a sense like sight or touch, it's a thing you can feel if the people around you have it. You absorb it from them via mirror neurons.

It's funny because I know, in a cerebral way, that abuse can damage children's empathy. But it's really different to see and feel how that relates to me, personally, and to the people I know best. I have the empathy that I have because people were decent to me when I was small. That's it, that's the entire reason. And that's so strange because it wasn't something that was in my control. It's not something I had, or have, the power to choose.

Lately it's giving me patience for people. Because no one is born an asshole. And because something that's been damaged can be repaired, sometimes.

really devastating to realize that my belief that “there are some things you can never to do to another person, regardless of who they are and what they’ve done, because they are a person” is held by so few people. they aren’t upset by the unjustifiable, they’re simply unhappy that it happens to the ‘wrong people.’

[Image description: screenshots of tags reading #MOTHER I WANT TO HUNT HIM FOR SPORT and #eck eck eck eck eck /End image description.]

my blorbo appears on screen and I start making clicking-chattering noises like a cat when a bird flies past the window

[First image description: a hand holding several trading cards with pictures of middle-aged men on them. This image is a hyperlink to an article in the Tokyo Weekender, titled Middle-Aged Man Trading Cards Go Viral in Rural Japan Town. /End first image description.]

[Second image description: three trading cards with images of middle-aged men on them. The writing is in Japanese, which I can't read, but two of the men are pictured with a light bulb and a bus respectively, so I think they are an electrician and a bus driver. /End second image description.]

[Third image description: text reading, We wanted to strengthen the connection between the children and the older generations in the community. There are so many amazing people here. I thought it was such a shame that no one knew about them," she said in an interview with Fuji News Network (FNN). "Since the card game went viral, so many kids are starting to look up to these men as heroic figures." The plan worked. Kids have started attending local events and volunteering for community activities -- just for a chance to meet the ojisan from their cards. Participation in town events has reportedly doubled since the game launched. /End third image description.]

Tokyo Weekender

Middle-Aged Man Trading Cards Go Viral in Rural Japan Town

A trading card game consisting of real-life ojisan (middle-aged men) are going viral with kids in the city of Kawara in Fukuoka Prefecture.

I still get excited when my friends refer to me as their friend

"My friend said" "this is my friend" "they're my friend"

Im freaking out inside every time

Filming for Deadloch S2 has wrapped and I'm losing my mind *froths*

(sources: x x)

Clouds, breeze, trees, summer. Paintings by Renato Muccillo.

Best of favorite dance moves 💃🕺 via @ Ed People on Youtube https://twitter.com/TansuYegen/status/1560874626380857344