I'd seen this a few days ago, but I couldn't find an embeddable version of it. I didn't look very hard. I'm intensely lazy. But now that an embeddable version has been handed to me, I'm delighted to put it up and let you guys watch Iron Man and Batman try to find some middle ground, apart from being billionaire playboys who fight crime and all. I'd like to point out that I'm confused why the fans making the video are using the smaller scale Attactix figures (and whatever DC's faux Attactix line is called, I forget; or is that the Batman Microman?) instead of the larger Marvel Legends and DC Universe Classics figures. Did they not have the budget?
Theoretically loyal TR reader Joe emailed me this clip of Canadian comedy group Loading.Ready.Run's Iron Man trailer parody. As it was a welcome change from invites to make my penis larger (I can do that myself, thanks!) I'm showing it here. So I'm sucker for people wearing cardboard. Sue me.
The amazing Gia pointed out this video clip at her blog, which I immediately had to steal for my own. See, in Japan there's a fighting game engine called M.U.G.E.N., which allows people to create their own characters. Someone created food spokepeople Ronald McDonald (named Donald, because why not?) and Col. Sanders, master of the 7-herbs-and-spices fighting style and, in this video, teamed them up to basically beat the living shit out of various anime and videogame characters.
If you've ever wanted to see an old man beat someone up with a giant friend chicken leg, then this is the video for you.
There's a new Iron Man clip out today, but I've decided to show the above video instead, because jetpacks are the among few items that are cooler than everything else. This gent has dressed himself up in Iron Man team colors (yeah, it looks like a real outfit when he's flying around, but it's more like a cheap, homemade Halloween costume) and flew around Austin for a few seconds, and it's totally awesome and I'm jealous. Well done, sir. Well done indeed. (Via FilmDrunk)
What a sexy day this has been! The adorable and very naughty Gia has passed me this wonderful link to the ancient sex manual the Kama Sutra as performed by two consenting Terminators. I've picked my favorite, but I highly recommend you head here to see the other 14 erotic possibilities. It makes one wonder how the damn robots ever bothered to head back in the past to kill Connors, as their future seems just fine, human resistance not withstanding.
Time Out Chicago's blog posted this a week ago, so I know I'm late, but I just had to save it until Friday, when it could serve as a beacon of hope and love for the entire weekend. Basically, it's a Craigslist ad, which I am reprinting its entirety:
Dearest GameStop Girl,
When I walked into your store that fateful Tuesday, I expected only to find a smattering of half-decent titles tucked back there amongst the used 360 games. Instead I found you, surrounded by a beam of light, halfway between Assassin's Creed and Call of Duty 3. Your gorgeous dark hair was radiant in contrast with the rainbow of colors on the deluxe Bioshock behind you. The Game of the Year held no interest for me when I saw you look up and smile, even though both could hold me in Rapture.
You commanded the register when it was my turn to check out with the Orange Box. Yes, I was finally getting to play Portal. Lucky me, you said with the cutest smile. Lucky me, I thought, and then knew you had the Portal to my heart. I could care less if the cake is a lie, I'd still want to share it with you.
Oh GameStop Girl, how you make my heart meter skip a beat. If you were being held captive in a mountain fortress by a ruthless mutant mafia gangboss and I had to fight my way through 16 levels of fire-breathing undead ninjas with swords the size of small ponies, I would find a way, even if, after every level, a small man continued to taunt me by saying that you were in another castle. EVEN IF.
So, yes, GameStop Girl, I want to kill robotic zombie terrorists with you. You can even have the deluxe shotgun with explosive scattershot. I'll just use this knife over here. I'll do anything for you, just for the small, slightest chance that someday - someday - you and me could be a Wii.
This Craigslist ad is, to me, the quintessence of what is great about nerds: their creativity, their emotion; their habit of making references to nerdy things in any conversation, thinking people will be impressed; and their ability to fall in love with any girl who exhibits a slightly nerdy characteristic, whether it be working at a Gamestop or just wearing glasses.
Best of luck, sir, in your quest for the Gamestop Girl. Know that I and millions of other of nerds will be rooting for you.
I'm heading to Botcon this weekend (for ToyFare, but if any see anything fun I'll let you guys know), so I was in a Transformers mood when hunting for today's erotic fan fiction, although I was very nearly swayed by a Goof Troop entry. But I'm glad I had the willpower, because I never would have learned that the heroic Autobots take group showers daily! Unfortunately, one day little Bumblebee arrives late in this story by author Kettle:
“That you, Bumblebee?” Startled, Bumblebee turned around. Optimus Prime was looking over the partition, beads of water gleaming on his paintwork.
The idea of Optimus Prime peeking over a shower stall at a bathing Bumblebee is one I was happily take to my grave. Naturally, Bumblebee's lust for his heroic leader makes the whole thing uncomfortable, as the VW bug doesn't want Prime to notice his robo-rection (to coin a terrible term). And Prime doesn't make it easy on the poor lad:
“Could you help me out?” the red truck asked. “I can’t reach my back.” The yellow bug carefully made his way around the partition, watching his step on the wet tiles. He gazed up at his leader. Prime was covered in foam. Bumblebee watched, mesmerised, as a blob of the stuff slid slowly down Prime’s engine block and fell to the floor.
I would like you to try to imagine Peter Cullen, the original voice of Optimus Prime, speaking these lines as well as the later ones, as it makes quite a difference. The shower passes without incident, but that night, Bumblebee has a wet dream. I'm skipping over it, as it's graphically messy and emotionally messy for me. The next day, Bumblebee takes a chance, and asks Prime to help him buff some spots on his back in Prime's personal quarters.
Bumblebee gulped. It was now or never. “…you remember those posters we used to have in the base back on Cybertron – ‘Sometimes we all need a hug’?” [The yellow bug said.] Optimus chuckled and for a second Bumblebee was afraid. Then a moment later the Autobot leader slid his arms around Bumblebee’s waist, pulling him flush against his cab and engine block.
“You mean like this?” he asked. Bumblebee shifted a little in Prime’s arms and stifled a moan at the demanding pressure in his pelvic unit. He looked up into Prime’s optics and decided to keep going.
“And… you remember how ‘hug’ didn’t always mean just a hug?”
Bumblebee's gamble pays off, as we know it would. Prime is nothing if not a warm-hearted leader of robots.
Prime chuckled. “I’m surprised you didn’t come to me sooner,” he remarked. “After that night in decon…”
Bumblebee reactivated his optics and looked up at the big truck. “I’m that obvious, huh?” He looked away, his voice dropping to a murmur. “I was worried you’d say no. You know, leader, scout, chain of command stuff…”
Prime stroked the yellow Autobot’s roof. “Every Autobot is welcome in my bed, Bumblebee,” he murmured seriously. “And you did save my life.”
And Prime gives and he gives until Bumblebee can't take no more. But here's where the story takes a dramatic turn. Although Prime is happy to be there for his subordinates, it turns out that the life of a leader can be a lonely one...but Bumblebee is determined to repay Prime's kindness.
“It’s not that,” Prime replied awkwardly. He relaxed his grip on the smaller Autobot. “It’s just –” He looked down at his groin. “I’m – big.”
Bumblebee grinned at him. “Hey, I can handle it.”
Prime nodded slowly. “All right.” He let go of Bumblebee’s arm. Bumblebee carefully undid the bolts on Prime’s crotchplate, then removed it altogether.
“Whoa!” Bumblebee stared as Optimus’ big pole extended from his crotch – a thick, blue rod a staggering one point two metres in length. Prime looked at him, then down at the warm steel between his legs.
“I didn’t want to scare you,” he explained.
I shan't spoil the rest for you; you're more than welcome to read it here. And if you're attending Botcon this weekend, please 1) don't beat me up or 2) tell me about your fan fiction.
It seems like just yesterday that we saw a Clone Trooper get his keys locked in his car, much to Jango Fett's annoyance. What? It was yesterday? Then this picture is a weird coincidence:
Actually, the pics are part of a collection from (the ALSO OH SO NSFW) Orsm.net, which has plenty more. If for some reason you have no desire to see incredibly filthy banner ads while you enjoy pictures of tormtroopers caught in their leisure hours, I've included a few more of the best after the jump.
I doubt porn star Dorothy Black is particularly interested in either committing crime or fighting crime (although she may be interested in making out with Batman, who knows?), but since my last Sexy Acts of Nerdery post was fanart of Disney men in tighty-whiteys, I figured I'd throw the guys a bone, metaphorically speaking. You can see a full gallery of Ms. Black slowly taking off the outfit (OH SO NSFW) here. (Via Gorilla Mask)
In the "How the Hell Did I Miss This?" department, let me very quickly add Cedric Delsaux's amazing photos of Star Wars characters in normal urban landscapes. While it's a pretty simple concept—and it's technically just hoighty-toighty cosplay—there's something weirdly special about these pics. Check out more (including Jabba in a parking garage!) over at /Film.
When scanning the Star Wars archive for today's story, I noticed a great many requests for consensual Luke and Leia slash fiction. I found that strange. I mean, I saw at least a dozen Vader/Luke romances (some of them involving time travel); it was hard for me to imagine that those crazy kids were shying away from the topic. Then I saw this story, by author Joandoe, and realized there was plenty of Luke and Leia sex stories...but none of them were consensual.
Despite everything that came after his uncle bought the two droids, Luke was a Tatooine moisture farmer at heart. His whole personality and upbringing was steeped in the traditions of the moisture-farming colonists. The traditions of rural Tatooine ran strongly through him. The oldest custom of them all was that a brother should always be man to take his sister’s virginity, to ensure that a man of honour performed the act.
I like that"honor" is spelled with a "u" here. It really adds a touch of class. Which is good, since the story quickly goes downhill.
“Under Tatooine custom a brother is always the first man a girl knows when they are both of age. If the family is unfortunate and she has no brother, then a cousin or nearest male relative,” Luke bent forward and kissed the extremely surprised Princess on the lips. He pushed his tongue into her unresponsive mouth and slid it against her own. Leia’s face twisted in disgust and she shoved him away hard. Luke’s Jedi-trained agility prevented him falling on his backside.
Let me assure you what happens next is totally vile and terrible, and I'm going to tear out my own eyeballs and throw them down a gutter, where 1) I will never have to read such wretchedness again, and 2) where they will be far cleaner than on the story's page. Suffice to say, Leia doesn't go willingly, and Luke does some extremely un-Jedi-like things, including but not limited to raping the bejeezus out of Leia. You might be surprised to know things go poorly.
Leia paused, wondering if she dared take the next step. She thought about the life ahead of her, years of shame and misery. She saw only darkness and despair in her path. Was this the kind of person she worked tirelessly to free from Imperial domination? Scum like Luke Skywalker or the Hutts? No, she had nothing to live for now, not even revenge. She wanted to die.
“Your only chance, Luke, is to kill me now. To blame my murder on an imperial assassin, and to flush my corpse out an air lock or put it in an incinerator,” Leia’s voice was steady as she spoke. ... The suffering galaxy could kiss her royal ass.
For added measure, Luke has sex with her corpse (See? That "u" helped out a lot) and falls asleep on it.
...it was soon noted that neither Luke nor Leia had returned from their long discussion. The multi-pronged attack on the new Death Star had to start soon, and so when neither responded to ship communications the Captain had R2D2 pick the electronic locks on the door. What they found within shocked the rebel troopers. The commanding officer didn’t even wait for Luke to wake up before drawing his blaster and shooting the last Jedi in the head.
While 90% of Disney fan art usually involves ten guys gangbanging Ariel, artist David Kawena has gone against the norm by 1) focusing on the guys, 2) making 'em sexy but not explicitly so, and 3) making it kind of tasteful, as long as you don't mind the men of Disney films imagined as underwear models.
That's Aladdin and Hercules above, natch; you can see many, many more at Kawena's DeviantArt page, if you have an account. If you don't have an account and would like to see John Smith, Prince Eric, Prince Phillip and Tarzan, just go right here to Hollywire, which pointed them out for me.
Sorry, boys. I'll try to find something heterosexual for Fan Fiction Friday.
It's true that this video is the most tasteless thing you'll see all week, and that you'll go to hell if you watch it and laugh. But I highly recommend you do, so I'm not all lonely in hell when I die. (Via FilmDrunk)
It's hard to maintain an aura of rock n' roll when you're forced to pack your own lunches. So what have the cool cats of Obacchi Jacket Lunch Box done to solve the problem? They've turned their bento (traditional Japanese boxed lunches) in album covers, using only food as ingredients. Besides Public enemy, there's Kiss, Jimi Hendrix, the Rolling Stones and far too much Rage Against the Machine for my taste in their 25+ page archive of album inspired eats; check it out here. (Via Pink Tentacle)
Think Topless Robot is above covering the British DVD release of the Thundercats Season Two collection? We are! Because it sounds totally boring. But if you have two ladies dressed up as one of the sexual pantheons of the '80s, namely Cheetara, at the event, we're totally not above covering that. The two anthropomorphic objects of nerd lust apparently delivered the DVDs themselves, then ran about Trafalgar Square, according to I'm Not To [sic] Obsessed (no word if the girls groomed themselves). I've got two more pics after the jump, because I know you want them and are willing to increase my page views to do so. (Via Pop Candy)
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Still, I anticipate far more masturbation to cartoon characters in his future than regular intercourse with a woman. But maybe I'm wrong.
Looks like someone got a little bored with regular sumo, and decided to, ah...kick it up a notch. Coolest thing you'll see all day? All signs point to yes. (Via Japundit)
Papa Smurf won’t be in the running when the Dodge County canvass board meets next week to determine the winner of the County’s 29th supervisory district seat.
The patriarch of the Smurf clan was among four write-in candidates penciled in Tuesday during the spring election for the 29th District race.
There were no candidates listed on the ballot, however, County Clerk Karen Gibson said that 15 write-in votes were cast for the position.
“Eleven of the 15 ovals were filled in with no name written on the line below.However, four write-in votes did have names that each received one vote each: Dean Fuller, Duwayne Schelter, Scott Fairbank and, of course, Papa Smurf,” Gibson said.
While Papa Smurf was crossed off the list, Gibson sent letters to Fuller, Schelter and Fairbank, inviting them to participate in the canvass board meeting at 8:30 a.m. Monday, April 7, in the county clerk’s office, where a winner will be chosen by lot and certified.
It's a damn shame that a the same time both an African-American and Woman-American could take the presidency, the blue man still gets no respect whatsoever. Or maybe its the fact that Papa Smurf lives in a town full of 300 men and one woman that makes people uncomfortable. (Via Black Nerd Comedy)
Canstruction Vancouver is a Canadian can-sculpting contest, wherein participants create sculptures made entirely of food cans and bottles, which are then donated to the hungry. Still with me? Good. Well, someone made a reclining Optimus Prime, ready to begin cooking himself (or just sitting down reading a cook book, which is kind of weird). I've looked all over the Canstruction Vancouver website, but can't find the artist. Whoever you are—kudos to you, you huge nerd. Kudos to you. (Via PotD)
Kotaku linked to a dancing EVA-01 Revoltech toy earlier today, and I'm glad I didn't post it, because this dancing-robot-toy video is about ten jillion times cooler. And when I say cooler, I mean "so nerdy your eyes might explode." (Via Best Week Ever)
Gallery 1988 has yet another nerd-friendly art show, this one titled "TOYS!" (I like to think of it being screamed aggressively.) It's a celebration of the action figures, dolls, Hot Wheels and games that kept us occupied before the Nintendo arrived; my favorites (as a slobbering Masters of the Universe fan) are Nic Cowan's Tor N' Thor, above, and Shannon Bonatakis' The Princess Of Power, below. See 24 other pieces at L.A. Weekly proper here.
Handsome and astute TR reader Bill sent me this wedding cake pic, which, frankly, is just amazing:
I mean, Han Solo carrying a lightsaber?! Has the chef never seen Empire? Come on! Sheesh.
Anyways, if you seen an Impressive Act of Nerdery and would like to share it, I'd be just delighted if you emailed it to me at toplessrobot (at) gmail.com.
I've literally watched the above video about 50 times over the weekend, and, although I don't want to have an ego about it, I'm pretty sure this is a birthday present to me directly from heaven, as it fills me with so much personal delight. I mean, besides the metal itself, there's a guest appearance by Beta Ray Bill and Thunderstrike. Thunderstrike! Which does make this the coolest thing Thunderstrike has ever been a part of. (Via Gorilla Mask)
I wanted to shake things up in "FFF," and get a little literary with it. After all, it's not fair that modern cartoon characters and cult favorite, sci-fi/fantasy show stars should be able to have all the gay sex. Today's author Almighty Sempai takes us way back to 19th century England, when the world's greatest detective, Sherlock Holmes, faced a mystery he couldn't solve in his heart. As usual, Watson tells the tale:
“Tell me, how long have you had this affliction?” I asked, picking up my notebook.
“Well,” Holmes started, sliding down in his chair and crossing his long legs at the ankles, “that would be hard to pinpoint. However, I can guess that I first noticed it near on six months ago.”
“Interesting,” I said, making a note of the date. Six months was a long time to go on with any sort of affliction, so it mustn’t be too serious, I thought. “Can you think of anything that may have triggered it?”
“Let’s see,” Holmes mused, taking a long drag at his pipe. “There were no particular cases that caused in me any reactions other than the usual satisfaction of having solved something. No singularly dreadful events, no sicknesses…” He glanced over at me. “No, the only thing I could think of is our first taking lodgings here on Baker Street.”
The game's afoot!
“Describe to me what you feel,” I prompted, in an effort to get him thinking.
“It is difficult,” Holmes admitted. “A sort of restlessness, and vague desire for something.”
“A physical desire, perhaps?” I said with a raised eyebrow. It was certainly not an unreasonable question, considering I knew enough of the man’s habits to infer that he was not personally knowledgeable in a carnal sense.
Can't you see, Watson? It's elementary—he wants to get up in dat ass! I have to admit, Almighty Sempai does a rather swell job of replicating the sentence structure and glacial pacing of Victorian literature; I'll skip ahead to end, otherwise we'll be here all day.
Suddenly, Holmes seemed terrified, as though the full implications of our conversation were only beginning to truly sink in. “Love… Watson… What am I doing? I have no idea.”
I laid a finger gently upon his lips. “Shush, Holmes. Think of it as a case. Each clue unfolds a part of the mystery. If you knew it all at once from the beginning, it wouldn’t be any fun to solve.”
“Right you are, my dear Watson,” Holmes grinned. “Right you are.” And then, with all the boldness he displayed when cracking one of his beloved mysteries, he pressed our lips together. It was clumsy and rushed, and amateur on both our parts, and yet it was the sweetest kiss I have ever had. I savoured the taste of him, sweet tobacco and mint, and more than that, I relished the feeling of that hole of yearning inside me being filled. Filled with him, my Sherlock Holmes.
Mystery solved! But feel free to read the entire thing here. I'm off to get some mint and tobacco ice cream.
(Alliteration!) If you've heard of the film Fanboys, about a group of Star Wars fans trying to break into Skywalker Ranch in 1998 to see Episode I before their friend dies of cancer, you've probably had one or two thoughts about: 1) "Wasn't that supposed to come out like two years ago?" and 2) "When the hell can I see Kristen Bell in the Leia bikini?"
Both valid questions. The answers are "Yes" and "Who knows?" because Harvey Weinstein has demanded re-cuts of the film, removing the cancer subplot and adding wackiness (thanks to hired auteur Steven Brill, of the recent non-smash Drillbit Taylor). And Star Wars fans, who have seen parts of the film at cons for years, and have been very protective of it, have freaked the fuck out, organizing boycotts of all Weinstein films, making rather clever (if over-long) fan videos ridiculing Weinstein, and more.
The Hollywood Reporter now says that Weinstein has "listened," and will release both Fanboys films on DVD, and is now decided which theatrical release to put out (if any). And yet the Star Wars fans remain unimpressed:
"This is clearly a vain attempt by the Weinstein Co. to avert 'Star Wars' fans' impending boycott of all of their films," the [501st Stormtrooper Legion] said. "It's not going to work, Darth Weinstein. There was never any doubt that you would release both versions of the movie on DVD, probably months apart, so as to leech as much money from 'Star Wars' fans as possible. Our boycott will continue until the Weinstein Co. announces that they are returning control of 'Fanboys' to the 'Star Wars' fans who made it, releasing the original version in theaters and doing away with their anti-fan version of the film altogether."
Bully for the nerds, although boycotting Superhero Movie probably wasn't that tough a feat. It's not like Weinstein didn't know about the cancer subplot when he bought the damn film. Anyways, I'll be shocked if the film ever hits theaters at this point; more than likely Weinstein will release his version on DVD, it'll tank, he'll wait forever to release the original version, which will sell decently despite no marketing, and everyone will remain pissed. Win-win!
I mean that in the good way, of course—I got ass whiplash after falling off my chair at seeing this lovingly crafted Planet Express building and ship, made by Pepa Quin and seen on Gizmodo. There's plenty more pics over there, including of all of the hand-made characters—even Scruffy! Hey, you Danes—can't you find a way to slip this in your generic space series? Or even the Star Wars line? I won't tell!
There's pretty much nothing I can say that will prepare you for the awesomeness of the above video. Suffice it to say, it's Dead Fantasy—an entirely fan-made machinema of the ladies of Final Fantasy and Dead or Alive beating the living shit out of each other in am 11-minute ballet of fantasy action so amazing John Woo would fall to his knees crying in shame.
In the first Dead Fantasy, it was Advent Children's Tifa and FFX-2's Rikku and Yuna versus DOA's Kasumi, Hitomi and Ayame; in this sequel, Ninja Gaiden's Rachel joins the DOA team, with FFVIII's Rinoa—complete with wings and Squall's gunblade to mitigate her original uselessness—helps out her fellow FF girls. I highly suggest getting a second pair of underpants ready, as it's entirely possible the video's awesomeness will make you crap yourself. From one who knows.
It might be hard for a pimp, but it’s pretty damn hard for a geek nowadays, too. With the popularity of science fiction, fantasy, comic and anime, geeks have a reputation to keep up—and it’s not as easy as everyone might think. There are plenty of mistakes that can lead one to lose their geek cred, and some of those blunders can be pretty tempting to make. But don’t you do it! Here are the eight biggest mistakes a geek can make.
Looks like the success of the Transformers and G.I. Joe movies is getting to old He-Man. I kidding, of course! This is actually a bit of art by comic artist Sean Phillips for a fundraiser for the wonderful He-Man.org. It raises to questions for me, however: 1) how fucked would the Masters of the Universe be of He-Man actually were a zombie? (Answer: very.) And 2) although it looks fantastic, who would want a picture of He-Man as a zombie? Now, He-Man making sweet love to Man-E-Faces and Mekaneck...we know there's an audience for that. (Via Newsarama's blog)
If Pontiac wants nerds to buy its cars, they've got my approval. Not my money, since I don't have any. But if I had money, I'd buy a Pontiac on principal after seeing this commercial. And yes, it should come with the smoke screen, because the oil slick was totally worthless.
I had honestly thought that replicas of swords from D&D Forgotten Realms novels could never be topped for sheer nerdiness. But I think Devorah Sperber might have proved me wrong. Using 25,000 beads and colored thread, she created the above bead curtain—a bead curtain, for God's sake—of ol' Cap'n Kirk. Wired says she's made other similarly Trek-beaded wonders, including the Enterprise, Spock, and the holodeck; she's also opening a Trek-inspired exhibit today, titled "Mirror Universe," at Caren Golden Fine Art in New York, where they'll all show. If anyone goes and sees Klingons examining the art—hopefully with a glass of wine in their hands—please, please, please send me a pic at toplessrobot[at]gmail.com.
BuzzFeed has assembled a link collection of the nerdiest cakes ever created, and they are no lie (for those of you keeping score at home, that's a Strangers With Candy reference and a Portal reference so far). While the stack of video game consoles is impressive, particularly since it was for the bride (!), I would be remiss if I didn't mention the Optimus Prime upper torso, the D&D Monster Manual (treasure type D, for delicious!) or the edible Max Rebo. But I always thought Max Rebo would taste like frosting anyways.
Screw that stupid toddler. I mean, she barely knew what was going on in Star Wars. But this guy? He knows what the movie's really all about, man. Since I know at least a dozen guys exactly like this dude, suffice to say I adore this video.
Far be it from me to not post on this nerd costumed girl, which has set internet heart aflame and unbuttoned pants over the past 24 hours. The girl is a model named Francesca, who was hired by I4U.com to have the hell airbrushed out of her, transforming her into Cortana, the sexy hologram who helps Master Chief commit his acts of alien genocide in Halo. There are more pics here, which might be NS4W, if you work has a problem with nipple-less blue women.
Incidentally, if you're one of the many, many people who looked at this pic and said, "Hey! Cortana's a hologram! She's can't hold a gun!" please punch yourself in the junk. Thanks!
Do you recall the painting some talented nerd recently did of Da Vinci's The Last Supper, as attended by the Skywalker family and their assorted Star Wars friends and colleagues? Looks like this?
Yeah. Pretty awesome, right? Well, the painter's roommate apparently got tired of the nerd adulation being heaped on his buddy, and decided to create the whole damn painting in a photo-mosaic. That's actually it above. Seriously—take a closer look:
I'm heading to Botcon this weekend (for ToyFare, but if any see anything fun I'll let you guys know), so I was in a Transformers mood when hunting for today's erotic fan fiction, although I was very nearly swayed by a Goof Troop entry. But I'm glad I had the willpower, because I never would have learned that the heroic Autobots take group showers daily! Unfortunately, one day little Bumblebee arrives late in this story by author Kettle:
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