When am I going to tire of glorious a Wonder Woman marauding in beautiful armor? Never. Never, ever. Here’s a new riffage on the hardened beauty that is Wonder Woman.
Here’s some jazzy cosplay for you to take across the chest on a Friday. Some Red Son-edition Wonder Woman. Just balling out of control for the Motherland. Joey Stalin and all that shit.
Here is a pretty gnarly picture of Wonder Woman striking a pose in the culling plains. I actually don’t know if anybody was culled in this plains, but I mean. C’mon. Huge sword buried in the ground. An Amazonian princess. Makes sense to me.
I’m in love with this Wonder Woman. The costume is gorgeous, and the cosplayer conveys a sense of “oh if I act up this woman could smash my errant face in” mixed with the, yeah, I admit it, attractiveness you generally look for in cosplay.
Atomic Wonder Woman is ready to chainsaw your fucking face. Right off. Grind it up into bloody giblets and fling them into the stratosphere. Don’t protest too much, we both know you’ve earned this sentence into oblivion.
Take the headline as a compliment. I love seeing Wonder Woman cosplay where she appears done up and ready for battle, not rolling deep and anticipating flashing butt hole at her foes.
In Communist Russia, Wonder Woman is attracted to you! Naw, I got nothing.
Jessica Lynn is back with more glory as a World War II rendition of Wonder Woman. Bounce to this!