My name is Cooper. My hands don't work and I talk about myself, and personal stuff, far too much. Prone to attack when provoked. Incendiary.

Horse trainer/rock climbing instructor/theoretical astrophysics with a touch of virology. Terrible and occasionally sacrilegious Irish catholic. Certified MRA hunter: Saving people. Burning fedoras. The family business. I'm not good or real... I'm evil and imaginary

 

Last one for the night. Not really touching anything, but I think this picture is fucking adorable.
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I love you, sir. Please don’t throw me out of a window. (I have an unnaturally large amount of love for Moriarty. I know he’s fictional. I don’t care. I want to be a criminal with him.)

Last one for the night. Not really touching anything, but I think this picture is fucking adorable.

I love you, sir. Please don’t throw me out of a window. (I have an unnaturally large amount of love for Moriarty. I know he’s fictional. I don’t care. I want to be a criminal with him.)

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