Yep. I vote yes on this cosplay. I would let her stick her Ethernet cable in my router port. Or something. Whatever. Just check it out.
Real talk, and I can’t help it: Anne Hathaway in the Catwoman suit was a glorious addition to my spank-tank last year. There’s just something sultry as fuck about it. Plus I have a latex fetish that has me dry-humping spatulas and shit. So whatever. But…where was I? Oh yes, this same Anne Hathaway has been cast in Christopher Nolan’s Interstellar. Far out.
It’s been a long, long, long fucking week. Not sleeping much. My laptop broke, disabling me from blogging in sporadic bursts from work. I need to unwind. And this, this shit is the sort of content that will help me do so. Quite possibly a cosplay engineered to blow my goddamn mind.
This is all the wonder. Rogue rocking out in a full-body suit, daring my latex fetish to subvert my already feeble consciousness. If I let the drive win, I’ll wake up wearing a Gambit costume. Covered in indistinct hairs. Screaming for the whip.
Black Cat continues to make Peter Parker look like a chump for continually swooning for Mary Jane Blahson. See what I did there? Blahson, because she bores me.
Glory, glory, glory be to the combination of Mary Jane Watson and latex.
Everything is beautiful, and nothing hurts. Unless, of course, we ask her for it. Or something. Maybe we’re naughty! Can’t think. Brain scrambled.