#Rogue Vogue

[howthebestwaslost-blog]

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Eternal thanks to @dreamsfrozenincandyland for blessing me with this picture 🙏

[barkingbonzo]

Miss Gene Tierney photographed by Horst P. Horst for US Vogue, June 1940. Miss Gene Tierney with portrait masques, made by Lillian Bettinger. She, herself, wears Primrose House's - Red Rogue - make-up

[nerdyperday]

Day 2694 Tempos

[asksiddy]

A casual read on their own Rogue page~ ✨

[gadzooksgalore]

BLUE RING: Voted Most Insufferable Scientist of 2022

I drew @luniceity's character Blue Ring for a Three Kings Day gift exchange! This was quite the fun little project.

[thefashioninternstudio]

IN DETAILS: Everything you want to know about the Ambani- Merchant two pre- wedding ceremonies

Amabni - Merchant pre wedding in detail:Everything you want to know about what happened in Jamnagar, India or Cruise party!

[sentient-rift]

MegaMan Star Force Universe

Geo Stelar and Omega-xis

Sonia Strumm and Lyra

Solo and Laplace

Bud Bison and Taurus

Lana Platz and Vogue

[bilyana-bang]

Got rejected by the Vogue Open Casting. This is my last straw with Vogue and the modelling "industry". I swear all their articles are random gossiping about who's divorcing and why ( I can't tell you how unprofessional and trashy it is to comment on people's personal lives whilst acting like you are a high end magazine. ) or random blogs about chasing the next trend ( So you're telling me the Vogue community are trend and clout chasers, got it 👍🏻 ).

I could literally start a better magazine (@modemag) infact this was the last straw that pushed me into this idea of creating one that is more focused on actual beautiful models, great visuals and finding real supermodels ( no height, weight or face structure restrictions ). Unlike the current modelling "industry" of just using nepo babies, models that think having height and cheekbones make them enough to call themselves a supermodel, androgenous looking people and even ugly ones .... and daring to call them models. And they are shocked when the general public thinks models are dumb, when they themselves do not realise that what they do is unskilled labour. Oh and it makes SO much sense that there is no upper height restriction , so the 6'2 girls will be cast for a runway but the 5'4 girls won't be, when the average woman is 5'4. Once again, they don't realise how culturally irrelevant they are as an industry. Oh and they love to think that they are selling clothes on those Runway Girls, but all they are actually selling is Starvation, Infertility and Women who have Prepubescent Male Bodies. That is not what anyone normal stands for. Not only that ... but it is a very well known fact that no one would buy anything from those Runways, therefore it's a waste of time, because those Runways are so often, Creatives don't have enough time to think creatively, they just have to put anything out. And we can tell..... Therefore their version of this industry is OUT.

There is no reason an industry should be affecting peoples' personal lives this much. For example, this whole idea of having to be over 6'0 for a guy is insane to me. We don't get upset if we don't meet any other industry requirement, so why do we get upset if we don't meet the modelling one. No one in the general public cries if they are not a great poet, or a great mathematician, yet people cry if they aren't 6'0. The average heights for men are 5'7, 5'8, 5'9 and 5'10. These are the ideal standards of height for men. The most famous male sex symbol, the most famous masculine symbol ...

Marlon Brando. Guess how tall he was? 5'8.

You put him in a room with all the 6'2 men and guess who the women .. and men will flock to.... the 5'8 man.

Just like how 5'10 is abnormal for a girl to be, it's not normal for a guy to be 6'0. I propose that we introduce the idea of identifying as either Normal Heighted vs Not, instead of the silly idea of how many Feet and Inches you are as a guy, because the differences seem so large between them, when in reality we're taking about 5/10cm differences, which is the length of half your forefinger and the full length of your forefinger. That's too embarrassing to be comparing men based on such small differences. For this reason I think being regarded as Normal Height or Not is much simpler and easier.

Oh and I also love that the modelling "industry" uses people for a couple of years and bins them, and requires women to look like pre-pubescent boys by being underweight. I'm yet to see a model that has enough energy to talk, in those Vogue Model Videos on YouTube... Vogue's iconic for having bad covers, boring models with no personality and even repulsive personalities on their socials, terrible fashion styling, TERRIBLE photos with hilarious funky 2010s "posing" with bland facial expressions and clout chasing the current "celebrities" and actors ( that aren't even movie stars but think they are one 🤣🤣 ) to put on their cover like some social climber so they stay relevant, and write boring lonely woman blogs they like to disguise as "articles" .

Some of the recent blogs I've just come across on Vogue ...

" Looks like chipped nails are now trending."

" Why hydrating serums are the ultimate skincare."

" 5 trending hairstyles."

" I dry body brush everyday. "

" What are the best colognes for men. "

.....crickets...... this sounds like if AI had to come up with generic article titles 🤣 I love the enthusiam Vogue editors have about "Unconventional Weddings in the Belgian Countryside" and "4 alternatives to Aperol Spritz" but they're not the central cultural megahouse they think they are. Infact, I urge people to go on Vogue.com, and go on the left hand menu and click on all the topics and look at the titles of all the articles and pretend these aren't written for Vogue. Instantly you'll notice how much of a niche magazine this actually is. You might as well be reading an unknown magazine that can't get its feet on the ground, with 3 readers.

And then it dawns on you... Vogue really is the high-end-escort sister of TMZ. Somehow got themselves next to all the rich people, no substance and conversation or actual credibility of being next to them, constantly chasing where the next rich client will come from. At least TMZ knows it's trashy 🤣 but the high end escort disguises its trashiness well... by wearing expensive clothes, surrounding themselves with the rich and famous and using a fancy font.

Never in my life have I thought Vogue was worth buying nor culturally relevant, the name itself is so terribly cheap and dated.... and the craziest and most embarrassing part of it all. The most powerful person in the fashion industry, can't dress. Big, thick & ugly dark sunglasses 🕶 with every outfit, wearing them inside and whilst talking to people.... Groundbreaking.

I like Anna Wintour as a business person... but what does she know about fashion? 🤣

Huge unflatteringly-colour-combined necklaces that look like cheap plastic that always mismatch the print of the clothes. I can't. Guys. I can't. This can't be the person representing fashion.

Why is this BTEC production of a magazine acting all mighty? Vogue is a monthly magazine of articles that have the same value of TikToks you scroll past and models you wouldn't turn twice to look at.

I know a sinking ship when I see one.

It's time for you to go . . .

#VoguesGoneRogue #VogueIsOut

[ancelle-art]

VOGUE ROGUE

Sorry not sorry, I was really inspired by this video 🤣

[gatabella]

Gene Tierney by Horst P. Horst for US Vogue, June, 1940

Miss Gene Tierney with portrait masques, made by Lillian Bettinger. She, herself, wears Primrose House's "Red Rogue" make-up.

[unholy-boi]

anyone else forever obsessed with the idea that the riddler has been the longest running active rogue of Batman’s rogue gallery . obsessed with the idea that he was a costumed criminal before it was in vogue and then he was out of commission (died of brain cancer or something) and now everyone and their mother’s a costumed criminal. Edward will be saying shit like Back in my day we had CLASS

[itsloriel]

Madisyn Ritland by Ben Hassett for Vogue Germany January 2010

Fashion Gone Rogue

[stargazerlily7210]

Things about this episode (Rogue) that I either haven't seen mentioned yet or, just stood out to me (obviously, spoilers under the cut):

The Childur were our Child/Baby/etc. analogue for this episode...they just behaved so childish the entire time. Like, more than a group of rabid fans in cosplay, they felt like a group of children playing dress up.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Rogue is the distillation of the Jack/River/etc. character type. But almost more than that, he also fits that pattern of returning part-time companions being introduced in an RTD Era episode penned by another writer(s).

**side note. While I do like Rogue, I'm not head over heels for him like many are. But I also disagree with people who are trying to claim he has no charisma/charm. He is just a type of love interest character that isn't currently in vogue (tall dark and handsome, Mysterious morally grey antihero loner with a harsh/brooding/sullen exterior hiding a heart of gold).

I've seen people celebrating the dance scene. And I've seen people talking about the little things that are playing into the TV Show theory, like the mention of TV signals, the Bridgerton namedrops, the Bridgerton soundtrack style of having classical covers of pop songs, the idea of cosplay/fandom to begin with. But I feel like the *Dramatique* lighting change/staging of the dance scene has to have been just as diogetic as anything else we've seen, and might be the biggest example of it we've gotten yet.

**side note again: The way they did the flashback to Carla reminded me of the flashback to Ruby Road in Space Babies, in that it was a tangible, intrusive flashback that was actively happening to The Doctor, if that makes sense? Not just for our benefit.

[jacevelaryonswife]

ㅤSecrets I have held in my heart

The realization scared you. You had never felt it before, maybe you weren't even allowed to, but there was no escaping the nature of the feeling.

∴pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!reader

∴warnings and a note: slight angst, fluffy, jealousy happy endinh and heavy session of make out, also english is not my first language

Your rapprochement with Prince Jacaerys happened a few years ago, it was quick and almost instantaneous. He was kind, courteous, affectionate, and good-humoured, far more than you are in that last quality, as well as the future heir to the Iron Throne. Your friendship with him always filled the eyes of your parents with hope, after all it was not an impossible union to happen, mainly due to the importance and loyalty of your house to the cause of Rhaenyra Targaryen, the delight of the realm. However, what started out as an innocent friendship turned out to be something more for you over the years, culminating in your current situation. His gentle touches made your skin tingle and crave the permanence of touch. The sweet looks and open smiles filled your heart with warmth and joy. It felt wrong to harbor those kinds of feelings for your good friend, which confused you in the first place. It can't be, you thought. Not that he wasn't worthy of your love, but he was your Jace. Jace the golden boy who never went against his mother's word, who always walked safely in clean sheets.

The realization scared you. You had never felt it before, maybe you weren't even allowed to, but there was no escaping the nature of the feeling. You tried to push him away (unsuccessfully), you tried to mortally suppress in every thread, nail and drop of blood in your body the way your heart beat faster when you were next to him, but you couldn't. At the end of the day, in your fear and anguish you were in love with Jacaerys Velaryon. Sincerity was one of the pillars of your relationship, but the idea of telling him what you kept secret was too terrifying. You couldn't handle dealing with rejection, especially his.

But then tonight it happened. It was a day of celebration for the arrival of Lady Baela Targaryen in Dragonstone. The time has favored the moondancer rider and turned her into a beautiful and voluptuous lady. The eldest daughter of the rogue prince was not only beautiful, but intelligent, communicative and fearless. A perfect choice as a bride and lady wife. And it was at that moment that your heart skipped a beat. The way Jace smiled excitedly as he chatted with his cousin he hadn't seen in years, how he seemed almost entranced by the stunning woman in front of him, how the idea that she might be his new wife crossed your mind and overshadowed everything else. from the hall, keeping your focus solely on them before abruptly retreating from the main hall to the room where Aegon planned the Conquest with his sisters Rhaenys and Visenya. Your head was swimming and the air felt restricted in your lungs, hands gripping the stone table tightly to steady yourself. So this was what jealousy felt like? So suffocating and desperate?

The sudden feeling of fear nearly drowned you beyond your ability to save yourself, but a rising rage surged through your body and burned from the tip of your toe to the last strand of hair. How dare she? How dare he? Jacaerys Velaryon is your man. Yours and no one else's to claim, no matter who or how beautiful she is, she's not you, and you won't let any bees stalk your prince. Therefore, composing yourself in heavy breaths and closed eyes, you prepared to return and put your hands on your dragon, however, a familiar presence approached you attentively.

"What happened? I saw you leaving the hall in a hurry. Everything is fine?" Jace asked before taking your hand, much closer than was appropriate.

Proper wasn't very in vogue at the moment, especially when you leaned in to kiss him on the mouth. It was a thought impulse that almost had you pulling away too quickly if he had made a move, but he did nothing more than grip your forearms. It was a chaste kiss, just a lingering touch of curious lips, but it was enough to make her hearts beat even faster.

“I shouldn't have done that,” you said.

His gaze met yours so that his hands cupped your face. “You should,” he said, “I should have done that,” he corrected, “a long time ago.”

Your eyes widened at the confession. "You should?" You asked.

Turns out his feelings weren't much different from yours. Jace wasn't easily intimidated or shied away from a challenge, but the realization of what he harbored in his chest was different. Like you, he didn't want to feel rejection or awkwardness in your relationship, but it was almost impossible to stop thinking of you as his bride and future queen. His one and only love. What did he have to lose now that he knew your feelings?

"I love you. I've loved you for so long, how could it be otherwise? It's always been us in everything. And I… I never confessed because I didn't think you felt the same, I didn't want to ruin our friendship, I didn't want to lose you.”

An uncontained tear escaped your his eyes, your heart about to explode as you hugged him in euphoria.

"I love you too. I love you so much Jace,” you said. “I was afraid to confess too,” you looked at him before letting a smile escape your lips. “Look at us, fear is not a trait we normally share.”

“Even in fear we meet, then,” he leaned his forehead against your, breathing you in, kissing your lips softly for a long time before adding, “why did you leave the ball? I was really worried.”

Now what did you have to lose? Do you further expose your feelings and make your intentions clearer than ever, or pretend your little outburst never happened? Again, cowardice didn't suit you.

“I was jealous. Of you and Lady Baela. I could just disappear as soon as I saw you smiling so openly in her presence or I could just walk up to you and kiss you in front of her, mark you as mine.”

He smirked in front of you, smug indeed, bringing your face even closer. “Were you jealous, my love?”

My love. “Yes, you idiot, I was.” You snorted, almost softening into the sweet brown eyes of your caring prince. "But I hope I don't have to feel that again."

"You’re not going. You never had to, in fact, there was never anyone who owned my heart like you did,” he assured, sealing his lips to yours again, adrenaline pumping when you cupped the back of his head. You weren't experienced in carnal touches, so it started slow, calm and chaste, an initial contact between lips that had been yearning for so long. Jace had never considered that he would do this in a public place, but the thought of walking away seemed far too absurd. No, it wouldn't be over so quickly. As your mouths moved with more certainty and firmness, his hands moved down your arm to your waist as you pulled him by his hair, causing such good, warm sensations somewhere lower in his body. Maybe it was time to stop...

He pulled away to take a deep breath, face still close to your. You were so beautiful. So so beautiful and perfect. Before he could express those feelings you pulled him even closer and leaned your back on the stone table, sitting with him between your legs and kissing him hungrily. It seemed even more inappropriate, but still Jace's hands gripped your hips before the left one came up to cup your jaw, stroking her beautiful neck. So soft and delicate. What if he tasted a little?

He moved too quickly as he explored your soft skin, causing sweet sounds on your part as the warm, welcoming sensation filled your skin and a specific spot at the apex of your flower.

"Jace," you whimpered as he found the sweet spot on your neck, gripping his hair oblivious to the hardness pressing into your inner thigh. "I want you. I want more,” your sentence came out in a whisper, being so easy to admit to such indecency that it almost scared you. Almost.

However, a throat clearing made your body freeze and your eyes widen in terror, just as it made your prince turn around in embarrassment — partly because of the bulge in his pants and mostly because of what could happen to you. Oh gods, he would never forgive himself if evil rumors spread about you. But by all luck, the unknown figure was just Daemon Targaryen with an almost amused look on his face from the reaction he elicited from you.

“Prince Jacaerys, my lady, I believe this is not the most appropriate place for such conduct, although I understand the appeal,” he said, looking at his second-degree nephew and godson. “Get her out of here before someone else shows up.”

It didn't take much dialogue after that, the two of you nearly running away from the rogue prince and the rest of the cheering crowd. Your heart was almost out of your chest as Jace soothed your concerns, assuring you that nothing would happen to you and your reputation. Daemon won't harm us, he assured you, squeezing your hand affectionately.

“Do you want to go back?” He asked.

"No. Even with what happened, I want to pick up where we left off.”

Oh yes, it would be a long night.

maybe I’ll do a second part 👀

[fantastic-nonsense]

Harley Quinn's insane popularity during the mid-2010s is a super interesting phenomenon precisely because her abrupt rise in popularity was less about her unique appeal as an individual character and more about everything else DC Comics was doing at the time

Harley's New 52 aesthetic revamp from her classic harlequin costume to a corset, booty shorts, and two-toned hair happened entirely because people loved her look in the Arkham games and DC was trying to capitalize on it. Also almost entirely on the basis of her popularity in those games (and because the company was in desperate need of positive PR after mass criticism about their treatment of female characters in the early New 52, including Harley), editorial greenlit a solo book for her.

Her 2014 solo book outsold most of DC's line partially because of the character, story, and the creative team of course; there's no way it could have been that successful without people liking those things. But its success was massively helped by Harley being one of the few characters who (outside of Glass's Suicide Squad run, which was promptly yeeted into oblivion and never mentioned again) wasn't completely fucked over by the reboot and whose book DC editorial largely left alone during the notoriously micromanaged New 52 era.

She also had one of the few decent "fun" books at a time when DC's offerings were mostly either grimdark and edgy, disliked, or doing something radically different with their protagonists than normal (for example...Lobdell's Teen Titans and Red Hood and the Outlaws, making Supergirl a Red Lantern, and having Dick Grayson fake his death and go undercover as a super spy), making Harley Quinn a breath of fresh air for anyone seeking to escape the melodrama of Forever Evil, Future's End, and Convergence or find a new book after the ones they were reading ended or became unpalatable.

Over in the DCEU, people had two lukewarm movies they weren't really that excited about despite starring DC's Trinity. And then you got Suicide Squad, which was kinda hot garbage and a critical failure but made bank and had the wonderful Margot Robbie playing Harley Quinn. No one else really made it out of that movie looking good, but Margot's depiction of Harley was widely praised and her look in that movie became wildly popular, selling tons of merch. So DC went "oh she's a seller!" and then greenlit the Harley Quinn cartoon and Birds of Prey 2020 while generally refusing to acknowledge that the lack of decent DCEU movies overall, Robbie's performance compared to her co-stars, and Harley's grunge Hot Girl look were the main drivers of Harley's seemingly unique popularity following the movie's release.

Basically: Harley got incredibly lucky because she got a major internal editorial push as a character at the exact same time basically every other character whose comics would have normally outsold hers got fucked over, and then got lucky twice when DC cast Margot Robbie to play her in Suicide Squad while the movie's Hot Topic Aesthetic™ was still somewhat en vogue.

Combine those two things with the fact that her relationship with Poison Ivy (an A-list Batman Rogue) was confirmed at the same time same-sex marriage was legalized and DC was looking to promote a diverse character slate...and you get the wild popularity she's enjoyed since ~2012 that nonetheless is obviously starting to slowly return back to base levels. Which you can tell when you look at, for example, Harley's sales numbers post-Rebirth/Infinite Frontier (since facing actual competition from DC's staple characters) and the number of new Harley-led projects that have been greenlit since the 2020 management massacre that took out Didio.

At the end of the day, The Harley Phenomenon is less about Harley Quinn and more about what happens when a company capitalizes on a character's aesthetic appeal and Cool Girl Status while largely abandoning the goal of making quality content starring the rest of their staple characters. She's certainly popular on her own and has individual appeal, but she never would have achieved the level of mainstream popularity she's enjoyed over the past 10 years without an astounding set of major coincidences all falling in her direction.

[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

Megyn Kelly is promoting the conspiracy that Catherine, The Princess of Wales, tried to deceive the public about her REAL appearance by using a photo from a Vogue Magazine covershoot in place of her REAL mother's day photograph. 🤡

Maybe Megyn Kelly should have searched the internet for compareable photos of the lovely Princess before sharing such an asinine theory 🤡

Dan Wootton's words about "Kate being very unwell" and feeling "embarrassed" did not help. He couldn't even accurately define the Queen's cancer diagnosis. How disappointing.

After speaking so freely about Catherine's serious illness, Dan also shared that (in his expert opinion) Catherine, as a member of the BRF, is NOT allowed to remain out of the public eye (on a medical leave of absence) for four (4) months. 🤡

I also learned from the Royal Rogue that Dan Wootton& Richard Eden both pushed affair lies.

Next time Megyn Kelly says "Kate Middleton" let her know we haven't seen her since April 29, 2011.

Princess of Wales

As if Megyn Kelly knows anything about posing &/or photography.🤡