The name is Monster. Maggie Monster.
20/NYC/Reinstated carnivore. Currently undercover as a Buffalonian. Writer. Poet. Dreamer. Lover. Thinker. Rhetor. Panromantic heterosexual. Athazagoraphobe. Completely insane fangirl. Slash writer. Moose. Shipper of Everyone/Everyone. Gayer than a treeful of monkeys on nitrous oxide. I enjoy saving people, hunting things; The family business. I left my riding crop in the mortuary. My timey-wimey detector goes ding when there's stuff. I have a power ring and I'm not afraid to use it. Also, I know the words to far more Disney songs than I'm willing to admit. Never learned to ride a bike, but I can do long division like nobody's business. Can't swim, can't dance, don't know karate. But that's quite alright, because I don't wanna make it. I just wanna.