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Life is Fluff: Everyday Heroes

Art by iminchains

Chasefield Fluff in the AU where Max turns in her photo.

“Now, I know this isn’t how any of you wanted to win or participate in this contest. You may feel that an opportunity was taken from you among the struggles our campus has undergone this week. But I just want to thank each and every one of you for participating in the Everyday Heroes contest, for representing yourselves as well as Blackwell Academy. It is with great pride that I see how you have continued your academic pursuits while supporting one another through turmoil. As the principal of this school, I would like to say that you are all every day heroes, and you all show a potential that fills me with pride for this school and its students.”

Principal Wells was not many extraordinary things. He was not a great administrator. He had not been a great husband in either of his two marriages. He was not a particularly great man. But he was quite a decent speaker, for though the class of eight photography students knew this was a pre-designed speech for the school and city newspaper, many of them did stand up straighter to hear his acceptance and appreciation, his eyes bouncing around to settle on each and every one of them for a brief moment, never letting them wander onto Juliet’s camera or the journalist on the other side of the room from her.

“But now, I think it’s time to announce the winner of this contest. I hope we can all accept this personal victory as a communal one as we send the winner to San Francisco this Friday.” Principal Wells took an additional moment to look at everyone briefly one last time. “The winner of the Everydays Heroes Contest for Blackwell Academy is Maxine Caulfield. Congratulations, Max.”

Max’s eyes widened in shock, and the applause began before she even had the chance to take a step forward. On the other side of the arc of students was Victoria, and Max saw her lips purse into a fine line as she followed Daniel and Kate’s lead and began to clap. Then, she stumbled forward, removing her hands from the pockets of her hoodie, and found Principal Wells’s hand outstretched. She fit her tiny hand in his for a brief moment, and he guided her to turn towards the cameras to smile for a moment as they shook. 
Michelle Grant took a few steps forward, and offered Max a rectangular frame wrapped in loose brown gift paper, which she gingerly accepted. She peeled off the paper, taking sure to dispose of it by handing it over to Wells, who dropped it onto Jefferson’s former desk before the two both held the frame, revealing the print of Max’s photo to everyone.

More camera flashes, and more applause. And Principal Wells was speaking more, something about Max, or the contest, or something, but now it was Max’s eyes that flickered around the room, watching everyone’s expressions.
Kate practically cheering.
Hayden just sort of grinning, clearly not very invested.
Taylor clapping loudly, then quieter when she realized Victoria probably wouldn’t want her to be too excited.
Stella clapping regularly, and being one of the first to cut off.
Alyssa smiling like she rarely smiled the whole while.
Victoria’s lips slowly curling into a bit of a smirk the longer the clap continued, but clapping as long as anyone but Kate.
Juliet pausing from taking shots to give Max a thumbs up.
Daniel clapping slow, as if he were uninterested, but still smiling supportively the whole time.

Principal Wells was done speaking, and handing off Max’s photo print entirely to her. “Thank you so much, Principal Wells,” she said, and bowed a little, not wanting to hold the photo with just a single hand, and held it out to be clearly viewed a moment longer before stepping back into the crowd of her peers.

In the minutes that followed, virtually everyone in the room stopped by to talk to Max individually - not so much about her photo, but about going to San Francisco. Yes, I was am so excited! No, really, I thought you were going to win, I loved your piece Taylor - and fellow tardy assignment doers, right? Oh lord, Kate, no, I couldn’t do any of this without you, you’re an actual hero.

But there was one person who stood near the corner of the desk closest to the door, leaning on it and watching this little procession while talking to Wells, or Juliet, or whoever was close, shooting Max direct looks and smirks when she could. Victoria, of course. They weren’t threatening, exactly, but they made Max a little uneasy. At least … well, they made her nervous. But she was too flushed with victory to let it get to her.
When Victoria finally turned to leave, alone even, that made Max especially nervous, and she broke away from her friends with a, “I’ll be right back, I just wanna talk to Victoria for a sec.”

She saw Victoria several steps down the empty hallway, and hurried after her, calling, “Hey, Victoria, wait.”
Victoria turned aroundfolding her arms over her chest, face already stuck in its smirk. “Oh, hey there Max,” she said with no hint of actual surprise. “Congratulations on your win, though I’ll still contest that it has more to do with your whole involvement in taking down a serial killer than your photography, but I suppose if you hadn’t, I might have won and been going to California with a serial killer, so I guess I’m all right with you getting this one.”

Max just chuckled, aware of this rumor, though pretty sure there was no substance to it. “I don’t think they were influenced by school rumors - at least, I hope not. I just, um. I wanted to see how you were doing. I know this could have been a big break for you, and we both know you really deserve one.”

Now Victoria’s hands fell to her hips instead. “Oh, well, how considerate of you, Max Caulfield. But my work will be in a gallery without school sponsorship soon enough, don’t you worry about that. In fact, I need to go check on a possible deal via e-mail, if you’ll excuse me,” she replied, turning to stride away.

Max made a quick step, reaching up to grab Victoria’s shoulder a little, not sure how to properly communicate what she was doing, but it was enough to get Victoria to turn around, really confused and a little unnerved.
“I really like you,” Max blurted out.
Victoria blinked. Many, many times, her head shaking minutely as she tried to process what she’d just heard. So she tried to clarify aloud, “Um, what?”
Max froze, realizing how fucked she was. So she just went with it all the way. “I. Uh. I think your photography captures an artistic rendering of yourself through its symbolic self-projection. I look at your subjects and I think they are beautiful, not just because they are, but because you captured them in a way that reflects your own beauty and vulnerability. You are strong and smart and really goddamn funny, even when you’re kind of being mean. And when you’re not being mean, or just playing at being nice, I think you are wondrous, and I really like you.”

Victoria took a long, quiet moment to process, to collect herself, just to find words. But when they came out, they were almost scripted, or rehearsed in some way. “When I look at your photos, I know, though maybe half of them actually feature you, that they’re largely meditations on adolescence, and chaos, and all sorts of pretentious bullshit you pretend you don’t subscribe to. But you capture them as if they are not the focus at all, like you’re ironically pointing out one’s vanity and self-centeredness amidst something so confusing and powerful, like you are the fool, or the vanity, but you’re actually the wise man. And I think that is unique. I think you have a gift. And I admire you. And I’m so glad that you choose yourself as a subject, because I think you’re beautiful, and I like that you give me an excuse to look at you and get to know you all at the same time, because if I looked at you half as much as I’ve looked at your photos, you’d know how I felt about you.”

Max was crimson by this point, so confused on how to express anything more that she began to go further and further off script. Not just her verbal script, but her total script for behavior. She offered out her hand, palm upward, and looked up at Victoria’s lips for a moment before nervously looking away from even that closeness.
She was amazed when Victoria’s hand settled over hers, her wide, warm fingers over Max’s wrist.
“So, do you want to tell me how you feel now?”
Victoria nodded, the word small between her lips, “Yeah.”
And she took that step still between them, and bringing a hand behind Max’s neck, and pressed her lips to Max’s. Max’s hand turned so her own fingers could lace with Victoria’s, and she stood on her toes to make kissing Victoria easier, her other hand reaching up into Victoria’s hair.

So, understandably, Max was a little stunned when Victoria pushed her back a little, taking a moment to understand that this was playful. But Victoria was grinning. “I feel like I really fucking like you, Max Caulfield, and like you should find some showy way to ask me out again so I can make out with you some more.”

Victoria turned and started down the hall.
Max sputtered, “I could turn back time, kiss you right in front of Jefferson, take a picture of it, and turn THAT in for the contest.”
Victoria actually laughed out loud as she went. “Now that would have been cool. Call me when everyone’s done praising you, and we can talk more about how much you like me.”
Max cupped her hands together to form a megaphone: “MY BODY IS READY!”
Victoria just kept laughing.

"You dirty lil’ fuckin prick.“

My thoughts on why Chester King, who has been the embodiment of upper-class snobbery up to that point, loses his upper class accent and speaks in much coarser manner.

Chester King was not born into the upper class, but came from humble origins much like Eggsy. Some way or another, he obtained an opportunity to rise above his station and become a “gentleman”, possibly on the charity of someone else (who may be affiliated with Kingsman). He attended public schools on this sponsorship and pretended to be the same as all the other rich kids there. Much like Pip from Great Expectations, he was ashamed of his origins and concealed them from his peers.

His talents at deception also made him suitable to become a Kingsman agent. The name “Chester King” may not even be his original name, but a false one he created as part of his pretence. It is a bit of a coincidence that the leader of Kingsman, whose code name is Arthur, just happens to have the family name of King. Of course, it’s also possible that he was adopted into the actual King family, or perhaps even an illegitimate child sponsored in secret - which would explain why someone from high society would choose to sponsor a seemingly random working class kid.

Coming from such a background, Chester King would most likely be resentful of two kinds of people: 1. the kind of people from his youth who would’ve scorned him if they knew of his true origins, and 2. people who are jobless, commit petty crime, get involved with drug, etc. He considers them inferior and offensive because he thinks they’re the reason he was once looked down upon, and that he’s so much better than them for having “risen above”.

It’s also very possible that Chester King pretends - not only to everyone, but also to himself - that he has always been a upper class gentleman, instead of someone who once hung onto bottom rung of the social ladder. He believes that what he has now is definitely the most superior, and condemns his past as something shameful. This internalised classism causes him to be even more of a “snob” than the others, because he’s always overcompensating for lowly origins.

In other words, Chester King’s snobbery is more due to spite than an actual belief in his superiority. His holds those opinions in spite of those he despises and those who would have despised him. It’s also a form of hypocrisy, because he condemns Lee and Eggsy who come from similar backgrounds to himself while insisting that he is superior. This is part of his own self-delusion that he is better than everyone around him, because it’s hard to believe that when other people can also achieve the same things he has achieved.

Chester King’s reason for allying with Valentine: what better way to prove your own superiority than to make yourself one of the “chosen people”, one of the elite minority that will survive a cull of the human race?

He lets Harry walk into a death trap in Kentucky because he most likely resents Harry for being something he cannot be. Harry Hart, who is undoubtably a gentleman without having to act it, who carelessly discards the superficial aspects of gentility for his own interpretation of what being a gentleman means, who scoffs at things like classism and calls him a snob to his face.

Harry Hart, who is everything Chester King pretends to be and more, but doesn’t even care for such things. Harry Hart, who gives no fucks about what other people think about him, yet commandeers their respect and admiration like it’s effortless. Harry Hart, who would never agree to Valentine’s plan despite being someone from the same elite group that would have been “saved”.

Chester King knows Harry Hart is better than him, and he hates it.

Another thing that should be considered is this: since he hates Eggsy so much, why would he still offer him a chance to join Valentine’s side?

Firstly, what he says to Eggsy can hardly be considered an “offer”, since it’s a “join us or die” threat rather than a choice between two viable options. Chester King has seen Eggsy’s loyalty to those he cares about, and his refusal to harm an innocent for a larger gain. Eggsy’s rejection of his “offer” is hardly a surprise, and it would’ve been a lot more straightforward if he had Eggsy killed or locked up instead of giving him a farce of a choice. So, why does he do it?

It’s because, ultimately, Chester King’s notion of being a gentleman is about maintaining the appearance of gentility. He makes Eggsy an offer because it makes him seem magnanimous, because it gives him the same feeling of power and superiority that Valentine gets from simultaneously playing God and playing Noah.

If you’ve seen some of the rhetoric from the colonial period, much of the colonisers’ actions were self-justified as being something “good” - about “improving” and “taming” the “savages”, about “enlightening” them to “civilisation”. The colonisers claim that their actions are really for the good of the colonised, because it makes them feel better about themselves. It’s also why voluntourism is so popular in some countries - people like to do things that make them feel better about themselves, and better than other people.

Similarly, Chester King’s “offer” is actually more for his own sake rather than out of some kind of guilt over Harry’s death. He wants to feel like he’s standing above this person he resents, quite literally holding Eggsy’s life in his hands, but also to feel like he’s being a generous god by “offering” a lifeline. He wants to feel vindicated when he kills Galahad’s protégé, because it would be further proof that Harry Hart isn’t better than him - after all, he would be the one to survive, while Harry and his aggravating boy would be dead.

Chester King is so caught up in this desire to feel superior that he doesn’t even notice the trick Eggsy pulls off under his nose - quite literally, too. In fact, the only person in the entire film who notices Eggsy’s light-fingered activities is Harry, even though he had his back turned at the time. Harry knows what Eggsy is doing because he expected it, and his reaction is one of exasperated amusement. Harry treats Eggsy with respect, which is why he is the only one to notice when Eggsy tries to pilfer the lighter-grenade. The other two people we see Eggsy trying to trick, Rottweiler and Chester King, both consider themselves superior to Eggsy and disrespect his abilities, which is why they both fail to see through what Eggsy is doing.

In conclusion, Chester King’s hyprocrisy and superiority complex are the reasons for his downfall.

Who run the world? Girls!

 I’m on a bit of a female empowerment bender at the moment having watched ‘Suffragette’ (I know it’s not perfect particularly in racial terms but I still found it incredibly moving and powerful) and having attended a charity night fund-raising to keep girls in developing countries in high school- we saw all 12 girls being sponsored and while they are AMAZING young women I still felt so angry that they had to pay so much for education that they couldn’t actually attend school without sponsorship- education should be free to 16 regardless of race, gender or background. Anyway… here are some wonderful female writers- many of whom have influenced and changed my thinking! I loved drawing authors because it made me realise how little similarity there is between these women and yet they were all united in expressing themselves on paper :) I’m going to try and draw some more women soon- maybe political activists or athletes…

I know this is only a very small selection of female writers- who would be on your list and why?

whalx  asked:

Liberalism is the political theory that came out of the Enlightenment, esp. John Locke's belief that government is to protect every individual's right to Life, Liberty, and Property. Thomas Paine describes government as a "necessary evil" in his essay Common Sense. The Encyclopedia Britannica's entry on Liberalism is actually pretty good, covering the Enlightenment philosophers who founded the school of thought, to modern Social Liberalism (American Democrats) and Neo-Liberalism (Libertarians)

It’s actually really telling to read John Locke’s biography. His father made a comfortable living as a country lawyer and John went to Westminster School with the sponsorship of his father’s old war-buddy. John Locke’s political ideas were pretty much born of a moderately powerful bourgeois upbringing that handed him everything he could ever want in a constitutional monarchy he thought needed some fixing up, and he thought he’d rightfully earned his influence and property (go figure) Where Liberalism argues “everyone is the same” to a fault, Fascism argues “some are better than others”,and Fascist economies are largely based on rigid social castes (usually based on race). This carries over into Fascist views on global economics which basically amount to: “Ours is the superior race and we shouldn’t trade with other people” whereas Liberals encourage a theoretically free trade. Fascists believe social welfare programs should only benefit their master race. Also, Fascists are historically obsessed with the Occult and Paganism, especially the dead religions of their particular master race. And if it sounds like I’m tiptoeing around the idea of “master race” and not just saying “ARYAN”, it’s actually because Fascists from separate countries all believe that their race is the master race and (at least the European ones) work off of misinterpretations of Western European racial constructs, so some of the iconography Hitler loved wasn’t even Teutonic. Like, to most people it might just seem like a funny antidote that Hitler and Mussolini had extremely low opinions of each other, but each man genuinely believed the other to be inherently inferior, and that’s actually a great example of how ridiculous and factitious Fascist ideology is.

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lemonade mouth is so important the main cast is 3/5 poc and stella stands up for her right to express herself and it shows how corrupt schools are becoming with sponsorships/advertising from major corporations and also how oppressed music/art classes are becoming in favor of sports and the fact that this is all in a disney movie that young kids watch and might become interested in is great