xstrange:

xstrange:

abracadabra you son of a b*tch.    ||    independent dr. strange. written by sarah.

toshootfirst:

are  you  not  sticking  your  neck  out,  pilot  solo?  why  are  you  here,  if  not  to  become  something  more?  something  as  great  and  sublime  as  the  stars  themselves?  we  are  all  the  last  of  something,  pilot  solo  —  perhaps  you  are  a dying  breed,  as  well.