Author: cuilpantielthesleepyscribe

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♔ KINGSMAN GIVEAWAY ♔

No, you are not hallucinating, this really is my next giveaway. I have a lot of awesome official promotional merchandise that was made for distribution to Chinese audiences. To celebrate the DVD/Blu-ray release of Kingsman: The Golden Circle and because I love you guys (seriously, this is the BEST FANDOM anyone could be in), I am giving it ALL away in one huge single lot prize. The prize includes:

  1. Bathrobe with embroidered ‘K’ symbol
  2. T-shirt printed as Eggsy’s orange tuxedo
  3. Lanyard with metal ‘K’ symbol keychain
  4. Kingsman glasses (not screen accurate but still official gear)
  5. ‘K’ symbol mobile phone ring bracket (THEY MADE THE THINGY)
  6. Statesman ‘S’ and Kingsman ‘K’ lapel pins
  7. Stickers, tattoo transfers and postcard set
  8. One Kingsman and one Statesman canvas shopping bag

To enter this giveaway, you must:

  • Be following me
  • Reblog this post
  • Be willing to provide a name and address for me to send the prize to, should you win

And that’s it! You can reblog as many times as you want but please do not spam your followers. Spamming (more than 1 reblog within a single 24hr period) will disqualify you from the giveaway. I will select the winner at random. Don’t worry about shipping costs, I will cover that no matter where in the world you want me to send it to. Closing date for entries is 12th January 2018 (GMT +8). I will notify the winner via instant messaging, so please ensure that you have this feature switched on around the closing date. If there is no response after 48hrs, I will randomly select an alternative winner.

Good luck!

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Chiune Sugihara. This man saved 6000 Jews. He was a Japanese diplomat in Lithuania. When the Nazis began rounding up Jews, Sugihara risked his life to start issuing unlawful travel visas to Jews. He hand-wrote them 18 hrs a day. The day his consulate closed and he had to evacuate, witnesses claim he was STILL writing visas and throwing from the train as he pulled away. He saved 6000 lives. The world didn’t know what he’d done until Israel honored him in 1985, the year before he died.

Why can’t we have a movie about him?

He was often called “Sempo”, an alternative reading of the characters of his first name, as that was easier for Westerners to pronounce.

His wife, Yukiko, was also a part of this; she is often credited with suggesting the plan. The Sugihara family was held in a Soviet POW camp for 18 months until the end of the war; within a year of returning home, Sugihara was asked to resign – officially due to downsizing, but most likely because the government disagreed with his actions.

He didn’t simply grant visas – he granted visas against direct orders, after attempting three times to receive permission from the Japanese Foreign Ministry and being turned down each time. He did not “misread” orders; he was in direct violation of them, with the encouragement and support of his wife.

He was honoured as Righteous Among the Nations in 1985, a year before he died in Kamakura; he and his descendants have also been granted permanent Israeli citizenship. He was also posthumously awarded the Life Saving Cross of Lithuania (1993); Commander’s Cross Order of Merit of the Republic of Poland (1996); and the Commander’s Cross with Star of the Order of Polonia Restituta (2007). Though not canonized, some Eastern Orthodox Christians recognize him as a saint.

Sugihara was born in Gifu on the first day of 1900, January 1. He achieved top marks in his schooling; his father wanted him to become a physician, but Sugihara wished to pursue learning English. He deliberately failed the exam by writing only his name and then entered Waseda, where he majored in English. He joined the Foreign Ministry after graduation and worked in the Manchurian Foreign Office in Harbin (where he learned Russian and German; he also converted to the Eastern Orthodox Church during this time). He resigned his post in protest over how the Japanese government treated the local Chinese citizens. He eventually married Yukiko Kikuchi, who would suggest and encourage his acts in Lithuania; they had four sons together. Chiune Sugihara passed away July 31, 1986, at the age of 86. Until her own passing in 2008, Yukiko continued as an ambassador of his legacy.

It is estimated that the Sugiharas saved between 6,000-10,000 Lithuanian and Polish Jewish people.

It’s a tragedy that the Sugiharas aren’t household names. They are among the greatest heroes of WWII. Is it because they were from an Axis Power? Is it because they aren’t European? I don’t know. But I’ve decided to always reblog them when they come across my dash. If I had the money, I would finance a movie about them.

He told an interviewer:

You want to know about my motivation, don’t you? Well. It is the kind of sentiments anyone would have when he actually sees refugees face to face, begging with tears in their eyes. He just cannot help but sympathize with them. Among the refugees were the elderly and women. They were so desperate that they went so far as to kiss my shoes, Yes, I actually witnessed such scenes with my own eyes. Also, I felt at that time, that the Japanese government did not have any uniform opinion in Tokyo. Some Japanese military leaders were just scared because of the pressure from the Nazis; while other officials in the Home Ministry were simply ambivalent.

People in Tokyo were not united. I felt it silly to deal with them. So, I made up my mind not to wait for their reply. I knew that somebody would surely complain about me in the future. But, I myself thought this would be the right thing to do. There is nothing wrong in saving many people’s lives….The spirit of humanity, philanthropy…neighborly friendship…with this spirit, I ventured to do what I did, confronting this most difficult situation—and because of this reason, I went ahead with redoubled courage.

He died in nearly complete obscurity in Japan. His neighbors were shocked when people from all over, including Israeli diplomatic personnel, showed up at quiet little Mr. Sugihara’s funeral.

I will forever reblog this, I wish more people would know about them!

I liked this before when it had way less information. Thank you, history-sharers.

Tucked away in a corner in L.A.’s Little Tokyo is a life-sized statue of Chiune, seated on a bench and smiling gently as he holds out a visa. 

The stone next to him bears a quote from the Talmud; “He who saves one life, saves the entire world.”  

I had no idea it existed until a few weeks ago, but it’s since become one of my favorite pieces of public art. 

Chiune Sugihara.  Original antifa.

always reblog Chiune Sugihara. I have his picture over my desk at work to remind me what’s important.

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A little Hartwin thing for New Year’s Eve.

Working what amounts to a desk job as the new Arthur is every bit as horrid as Harry always imagined it would be in many ways. Yes, it’s rewarding as well, but the absolute worst part about it is not going on missions. Specifically, missions with Eggsy, which means they don’t get to spend as much time with each other as Harry would like. Considering the freshness of their relationship, Harry doesn’t think he can be faulted for finding it all irritating.

This Christmas, their first together, should’ve been filled with the smells and cheer of Christmas, awkward conversations with Eggsy’s mother at dinner, and time spent snuggled with Eggsy under a duvet by the fireplace, but instead Eggsy’s in America, and has been since the beginning of December, on a joint mission with the new Whiskey at Statesman, much to Harry’s dismay. Merlin keeps telling him to “stop moping around, blackening everyone’s mood.” 

See the thing is, Harry never expected he’d get to experience holidays with a loved one, and it turns out that he’s a big, soft romantic at heart — “Shocking no one that’s known you for five minutes,” Merlin scoffed when he alluded to it a few weeks past. Even Roxy had laughed at him over that, and she tries to at least feign deference to Harry as Arthur — and he already loves to celebrate all the special occasions and holidays with Eggsy. 

Now all Harry wants, since he didn’t get to spend Christmas with Eggsy, is to see him, hug him, kiss him, smell him — ”Fuckin’ pervy old man,” Merlin sniped at that one — for New Year’s Eve, but he doesn’t get to do any of that either. 

So here he is, alone at the Kingsman New Year’s Eve get-together, full of all the Kingsman employees and their loved ones. They might have eased up the rules on romantic entanglements for Kingsman agents and employees, but it’s still super top secret. Everyone not an actual employee thinks they’re at a party for the Kingsman liquor brand, and the booze available backs up that theory mightily. Harry has possibly partaken in more than his fair share, all things considered.

So he’s maybe moping a little bit. Merlin’s words, not his. Everyone is just so bloody cheerful, ready to ring in the new year and say goodbye to the hell that was 2017. But Harry doesn’t feel cheerful. The clock ticks ever closer to midnight and Harry has to resist the urge to leave early, go home, and end the night with another drink or three alone in his study. He’d tried calling Eggsy a couple times that night so he could at least hear his voice for a few minutes, but he never did answer. Now with only a few more minutes to go, Harry longs to hear something as simple as, “Hi, Harry.” Just those two words alone would make up for this entire miserable holiday season.

As the party-goers start the ten second countdown, Harry takes another sip of his drink and watches as if floating above it all. At a knock against his elbow, Harry startles. He turns to glance at the person responsible and freezes in place.

Eggsy smiles from beside him, dressed in a tux Harry had made for him specifically for special occasions. His hair is perfectly styled, he smells amazing with the cologne Harry had picked out for him, and he looks as stunning as Harry’s ever seen him. It can’t have been more than a few seconds as Harry’s mind races through all of these thoughts as the tide of astonished happiness rises inside of him, but he knows he has the biggest smile on his face already. 

“Hi, Harry,” Eggsy says, his own full-dimpled smile on display. There’s a twinkle in his eyes from the lights of the party all around them, people ringing in the new year with cheers and kisses all around. It may as well be an empty room for all of the attention Harry and Eggsy pay it.

“Eggsy,” Harry says. He reaches up with one hand and smooths a palm against Eggsy’s cheek, thumb brushing along the high of his cheekbone.

“Happy New Year,” Eggsy says and leans up to give Harry a kiss. It’s a gentle brush of their lips together, sweet as anything. They stand there completely lost to time until Eggsy pulls back a few moments later. Harry immediately leans in and kisses him again, still just gentle barely there brushes of their lips together.

After what feels like ages, yet not long enough, they pull apart once more. Eggsy grins up at Harry and says, “Merlin told me you were being insufferable, so we worked out a way to get me home just for tonight.”

Harry raises one eyebrow at the cheek and peers over to where he last saw Merlin before all of his awareness singled in on the only person he wants to see. Merlin was still in the same general area and at the glance from Harry, he salutes his drink with a wry smile. “Meddling bastard,” Harry says.

“Yeah,” Eggsy laughs. “Lucky for you.”

“Yes,” Harry agrees, and turns back to Eggsy and gives him a small kiss on the cheek, then runs his teeth down Eggsy’s jaw briefly before entangling their fingers together as he steps back. “Now let’s go home if I only get you for the night.” 

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Happy New Year everyone! Apologies for the cheeeeese above. 😉  May 2018 be infinitely better than the train-wreck of 2017. 💥✨🎊💥✨🍾💥✨🎉💥✨