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/scientist. Terrible and occasionally sacrilegious Irish catholic. Certified MRA hunter: Saving people. Burning fedoras. The family business.
Guys. Guys. I’m really really drunk right now, so when I get home I’m gonna write some motherfucking fanfic. Send me prompts bitches.