Jill Valentine x Latex Outfit = Caff-Pow is writhing in his chair. Just a little. No, no. Don’t come that close to me. Yes, what you felt was a slight tremor. No, it totally didn’t emanate from my groin.
Saints preserve me. Edi from Mass Effect 3 done up as latex? Parts of my body I didn’t even know I had are throbbing. Yes, yes please. And then a second helping.
Latexcellent? I’m pretty letdown with myself that I haven’t come up with that pun before. Oh well, what the fuck can you do? I shall just be happy that I eventually wandered my way to the term.
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.