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
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.