My name is Cooper. My hands don't work. I celebrate Halloween every day.
Prone to attack when provoked. Incendiary. Audacious. Makes friends with apex predators (but I'm totally not building an army... promise...)
Horse trainer/rock climbing instructor/theoretical astrophysics with a touch of virology. Certified MRA hunter: Saving people. Burning fedoras. The family business.
I'm not good or real... I'm evil and imaginary
24 years old, native Northern Virginian.
College student. Lush salesperson. Scientist. Ginger.
Rapid cycling bipolar. Two spirit, pronouns they/them (or “your highness”). Surprise social justice warrior and misandrist. Loves making mean people uncomfortable and trolling. It is one of my life goals to be able to gleek on demand. Certified MRA hunter: Saving people. Burning fedoras. The family business.
That is me. This is my face after getting in a “fish fingers and custard” fight.
This is my face in Centralia, Pennsylvania, with a headless doll:
This is my face in the bathroom:
This is my face with a mustache:
And this is my philosophy towards life:
And I guess that’s it for now.