#PAPER

[adjpngs]

(1) paper png, (2) scrap with paper clip, (3) vintage memo notepad, (4) open journal, (5) stack of papers, (6) torn cardboard, (7) cardboard piece, (8) notebook page, (9) grid notebook paper

[doroach]

Road trip + a quick payjay doodle

[twolefthands]

[taffybuns]

paper boat, my tiny little paper boat!

[gettingguttedizcool]

havent posted in awhile but heres a shitpost

ill probably draw love of the s*n art when i have motivation

[michaela-o]

My silly ena oc. Might do some more art soon.🧡

[lavendergalactic]

Hai!!!! I'm not sure if uu got my ask, it was the one where i asked for the pngs of the paper scraps you use in a lot of your edits? :0

i did! i just wanted to get them all when i had the energy to scroll through my whole camera roll LOL here u go!

all of my paper pngs i have in my ipad rn ^u^ hope you find what ur looking for!!!

[chasingrainbowsforever]

A unique sheet of thinly sliced and dried blood orange paper, handmade in Germany ~ From letterpressplay.com

[lulublack90]

Prompt 22 - Paper

@wolfstarmicrofic May 22, word count 451

Previous part First part

It took a while to get to the eye. The first bus said he didn’t have room for the wheelchair, so he drove off. The next grumbled and groused that he had to get down from his seat and flip the ramp out. Remus tried to thank him, but the driver just scowled at him and told him to make sure he put the brakes on, as he wouldn’t be held responsible if he rolled away if he had to brake suddenly. 

“Your behaviour is disgusting,” Sirius growled, his hands shaking on the back of Remus’s chair. “How dare you berate him for something he can’t help?! He has every right to use public transport like everyone else in this country.” The driver scowled before a smug little smile crept over his face. 

“I refuse to allow you to travel on account of your disruptive and aggressive behaviour. So, get off the bus,” Remus twisted his neck to look at Sirius, but he needn’t have bothered as Sirius moved out from behind his chair and stepped closer to the driver. 

“I don’t think so,” he said softly. 

“And what makes you think you have a choice?” the driver replied, folding his arms across his chest. 

“Well, I, for one, have been recording you since the first grunt about getting the ramp and about eight teens right over there have been doing the same,” Sirius told him pleasantly, pointing at the phone peaking out of his top pocket. The driver's skin paled. “That, and are you aware of who owns this bus company?” The driver nodded silently. “Then perhaps I should introduce myself. My name is Sirius Black,” the driver turned green. “Perhaps you’d be so kind as to take us to our destination without any more unpleasantness?” Sirius leant in and hissed words Remus was sure only they could hear. “And if I ever get wind of you mistreating any customer again, I will make sure you never drive professionally again,” Sirius moved back behind Remus’s chair and carefully manoeuvred it into the space designated for it. He clicked the brakes on and sat down beside him on a pull-down seat. 

The driver got back into his seat and pulled back out into the traffic. Sirius opened his bag and pulled out a newspaper. He dug out a pen from his bag and began filling out the crossword on the back of the paper. Remus left him to it, needing a few minutes to collect himself. It was stuff like this why he rarely left the house. He was just glad Sirius had been here, as he would probably have wheeled himself straight back off the bus if he’d been alone. 

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[aldrine-joseph-25]

"I hope you like coloring as much as I do!", he said once. Well, luckily for him, he found someone who shares that passionate hobby of his!

[marangho]

Yes, butterflies live a short life

But how they dance without apology

Wings kissed by sun

Unburdened by expectation

Never asked to stay in one place

Or make themselves smaller

To fit into someone else's sky

I wish I were like them

Not for the colors

Not for the wings

But for the freedom to drift

To land where I please

Without guilt trailing behind me

Like a shadow too heavy to shed

They do not beg to be understood

They do not explain why they fly away

They just go

Soft, sudden

Graceful

In their vanishing

And I am stitched to the ground

With all these years before me

By rules, by silence, by fears

Too old for my age

Sometimes I wonder

Is it better to live briefly and freely

Than to endure a life

Where your heart

Has no room to stretch its wings?

[lookwhatijustfound-blog]

Notebook Paper Crochet Blanket

[itscolossal]

Turn-of-the-Century Tactile Graphics Illustrate Nature for People Who Are Blind

[mikeyyysol]

Here’s a quick and comprehensive video of how I made paper 📝

[paperh0lic]

"If you look really, really close, you can see there's a dead pixel in the upper right corner." ◼️

Click for better quality

Now with Curly art:

(Btw, thank you guys so much for all the love ❤️)