Look at motherfucking Pikachu. All done up in warrior paint asking us to tell him he isn’t a man. Brah! Pikachu. I tell him. You don’t need to hold onto such antiquated notions of masculinity. I totally found you an appropriate male paradigm when you were huggable. Drop the sword. Let’s be lovers.

Yes, I may have just forged the phrase “anti-bro” to describe someone decidedly not your bro, but that is not what is important here. Check out Talon, the monster-child of Scott Snyder and Greg Capullo, haunting not just the pages of the relaunched Batman, but also comic conventions everywhere.

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.)

Ain’t this something to melt your heart, right hurr.

There’s something about Zelda  that brings out the most beautiful cosplayers. I ain’t complaining! We have a new batch of quality Zelda cosplay, with a little Midna sprinkled in.

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Oh shit! It’s the X-Force! All ready to decapitate your ass and dance in your blood! Don’t look now though, ’cause it seems Beast is totally waking up and probably has nougats of crap still dingleberrying out of his boxers. Photographed by the prolific as fuck    LJinto.

Man that pun made so much sense because uh poison ivy is green and so is lettuce and wait they’re both vegetables except fuck no they’re not. Ah, whatever. Just look at the cosplay and leave me alone. The glory is  cosplayed by  drummerina. Photographed by Edoardo del Gaudio.

…so I know I totally beat up on Arkham City’s  rendition of Harley Quinn last week for being a Juggalo babe, but this is one I could totally get into. There’s more Mad Moxxi goodness by Katy-Angel after the break.

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It’s Friday. Midday here on the Eastern portion of the United States. Dammit, we’ve earned  this! The lovely  Samantha Star   is all did up in Captain America body paint and all of a sudden the looming weekend seems a bit closer.

Hit the jump for the glory.

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Now, the question begins: do I shirk gender roles and buy this shit for myself, or buy it and beg my girlfriend into wearing it? (To be fair she’d be down like the clown for this.)

Hit the jump to check it out.

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