I don’t care if it hurts your feelings you don’t care about all the lgbt+, poc, women/fellow women of your countries feelings either, so if you voted trump PLEASE UNFOLLOW ME, just get out of here I don’t want you.
Stephen Strange had become obsessed with the random notes he’d find attached in his levitation cloak. Even if he wanted to ignore them, like he had been determined to in the beginning his cloak wouldn’t allow him to.
When he wouldn’t avidly take the time find them himself throughout the day, his cloak would rapidly smack his face with the tips of its collar until he’d exasperatedly search for them in the depths of the fabric. He had mostly done this to avoid embarrassment in the presence of others because nothing was more awkward than walking around with his cape aggressively attacking him in public over little pieces of paper.
It started a few months ago, after he began his official duty of guarding the New York Sanctum, that he began to receive notes from an individual with a strange sense of humor.