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


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.

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