ripping nasal hairs out

That. With long-nose pliers, usually.

Very little otherwise, but two things spring to mind. Probably because they're the only two things:

1) Emotional moments in films. You'll do well to catch me, i'll hold off the blink that drips it but ill hold a glaze-over until I'm blind if i have to. I have a lot of nose to twitch.

2) My own organic headphones. I know how to think up an emotional piece of music. I really should've been a DJ or composer.

There was a video on YouTube the other day that did it, though. It was a compilation, of course, but this one was of clips where people were caught making a difference. Most are cheesy, or lose the timing, but this was just right and triggered me a few times.

I'm terrible for emotional films. I blub

Anger. I cry if I'm really angry.

When Ronnie and Roxy died on Eastenders

I don't cry very often, but I tear up at the slightest thing

Animal cruelty and poverty.

Bumping my toe on a piece of furniture. Man.

When Alfie Evans died

See, i don't eat Lamb, casually, because they're only babies. And that's just.. it doesn't feel right.
Of course, i wouldn't make a fuss, id eat it happily if someone made an effort for me.

That said, I'd quite happily pick up a lamb by its back feet, swing it over my head, and repeatedly smash it's face on a broken bottle, wrapped in barbed wire, repeatedly, until it's brains were everywhere - just for the lolz.