Some more Wonder Woman cosplay up in the house! I’m particularly smitten with the battle armor-powered Wonder Woman cosplay that seems to be more popular these days. Hell yeah. (What a wonderfully unremarkable bit of prose in here, I know.)
Here’s some cosplay for you on your Friday, freak shows. Put these images directly into your brain-computer, courtesy of your jelly-orbs. Them ones with the retinas or whatever. Just do it!
Oh lordy, the loins are going post-apocalyptic for this one. What exactly does that mean? Not sure, must get back to you. Anyways. Here is a lovely Mad Max x Power Girl cosplay mash-up. It’s a win. For all of us.
I’m diggin’ on this cosplay playing up the New 52 Supergirl vibe. She’s got some thickness to her, a welcome addition in a world of frail bodies and emaciated legs. Super, indeed! (Couldn’t help myself there.)
This is that time when everyone in the Justice League was totally bogged down with having to perpetually serve as the Bulwark for the fat asses and slack jawed of the world. They rallied through a day at the local Renaissance Faire, spending too much time drinking mead and yelling boisterously at the bards and wenches. Superman puked. On Hal Jordan’s balls. It smelled like roast chicken and saw dust.