This is all sorts of wonderful. A fan made poster for Thor: The Dark World featuring some smoldering adopted-brother romancing has found its way into a theater. Well done, fandom. Well done, Shanghai theater.
Hit the jump.
Bask in the beauty.
Dios mio, I am getting more and more excited for Teh Dragon Age III: Don’t Call It A Comeback. A gameplay video for the game has dropped, and it is fucking stunning. Oh next (next?) generation engines, you treat my testicles so well. Making them throb, vibe, vibrate in my pantaloons.
Awesome. Awesome, awesome, awesome. Here are a couple of pictures of Ariel Clough rocking a Femme Captain American gone pin-up girl outfit. I like.
Here is some fiery retro-future hotness upside your head. The Ray Bradbury’s zine from way (way) back in the day has found itself nestled in the digital age, upon the glorious technological waves of the Internet. In other words, them scans of the aforementioned fucker have been posted online.
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Enter into the Wayback Machine for this cosplay! Get it? ‘Cause Chrono Trigger is about surfing the streams of time? Eh, whatever!
As evidenced by prior contributions (exhibit a, b, and c), Benjamin Santiago ain’t just a friend of the site. That son of a bitch is also a nauseatingly talented artist. The GoodSir has dropped a video of his latest piece titled SWOON. It was performed at the Ferro Strouse Gallery as part of Bustin’ Out.
Hit the jump to check Benjamin’s latest jam.
That talented bastard.
Zack Roper ain’t nobody to fuck with! I don’t know that for certain, okay? So don’t test my claim by charging him lit to the tits on alcoholc, bravery, and squishy Hulk hands. But I’m fairly certain the Italian art teacher in question does rule. If these mash-ups are any indication.
I fell in love with with Sean Murphy during his reign of awesome on Joe the Barbarian with Grant Morrison. Since that I haven’t really followed him. This makes me an idiot, I know. In case I wasn’t aware of that, Murphy has hung a few amazing pictures of commissions that he has done on the Internet’s ass. To remind everyone that if they’re not down with him, they eat dog food.
Elon Musk wants us to prepare our pathetic asses for the next mode of transportation. He dares us to don the steeled nerves that are required for the…wait for it…hyperloop. I can’t picture exactly what the guy is talking about when he describes it, but I’m committed as someone who jacks to end vague hunts of futurism.
I have not played the Borderlands 2 DLC. Even still, I’m feeling this cosplay. I imagine after I finally (finally!) fucking cap and head into the downloadable contents, I will appreciate it even more.