#FREE ATLAS

[ohagiwrites]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Sick Of It *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“What the fuck is she doing here?” Wren’s voice is cold, as they spit sharp words.

“Aw, nice to see you too, Wren.” Daphne, the wrinkled old hag, blows Wren a kiss and their glare grows harder.

“She has an apartment. You two couldn’t do this shit there?” they ask, with a wide gesture to Atlas, leaned back on the couch, Daphne straddling him, one hand combing through that awful green hair of his, her other hand lazily lifting a cigarette to her lips.

“She’s allowed to be here, Wren. She’s part of the AOM too,” Atlas replies casually.

Wren narrows their eyes. She’s an informant. She barely even counts. Just like that freakshow “scientist” that fucked up Alastair. “Yeah, well this is a public space, so just, like, don’t eat each other’s faces on the couch everyone sits on.”

Daphne snorts. “You could always try and find someone for yourself Wren. Might make you a little less lonely.” Daphne’s tone is sickly sweet but her eyes are malicious.

That old witch. Wren grits their teeth, manually unclenching their fists. They look to Atlas, eyes searching his but he averts his gaze quickly. Of course. When has he ever stood up to Daphne?

“Whatever. I’m getting something to eat.” They make their way towards the kitchen, pausing when Atlas speaks up.

“Wait, you wanna hang out for a bit?”

His eyes look almost hopeful and Wren feels an odd satisfaction at the way Daphne’s expression immediately sours. They huff and move to sit in the armchair across from the long couch, not wanting to sit anywhere near the overly affectionate couple.

Wren pulls their knees up and tucks their feet under them in the chair, leaning against the arm rest. They shoot Daphne another sharp look as the woman shifts to sit sideways in Atlas’s lap before they speak.

“I was talking to James yesterday. He said he’d let me borrow some of his Superman issues if you wanted to read them together tonight,” they suggest, fixing Atlas with an expectant stare.

Atlas opens his mouth to reply but Daphne’s voice cuts in. “Sorry babes, but he’s coming to my place tonight. You know, for some quality time. It’s been a while since we’ve had a romantic night in. Can’t wait.” She gives Atlas’s hair a little tug and Wren fights back a gag at the flush on Atlas’s cheeks and the sheepish smile he gives the hag.

Atlas turns his gaze on Wren again and offers an apologetic look. “Yeah. Sorry. Maybe tomorrow?”

Wren clicks their tongue. “Yeah, I guess. Whatever you want.” They’re sick and tired of this. Atlas is a whole different person around her. He’s a trophy for her, just a toy she walks around with and he’s completely fine with it. How long will they have to wait for him to realize what a troll she is? How long until he has time for them and Alastair? Jesus, Alastair. The thought of the weird mess between those two makes their brain hurt. They miss when things were simple. It used to be fun being around Atlas.

They push their legs out from under them and lean back, crossing their arms as they sink further into the armchair. Sending Daphne another look of disgust, they switch topics. “I saw a flier for a music festival in the park. Tickets are pretty cheap. I know that’s not really Alastair’s thing but I was thinking you and I could- Jesus Christ, will you cut that out.” They swat the air violently, waving Daphne’s cigarette smoke out of their face, restraining their coughs.

Daphne only shrugs. “I can’t control where it goes.”

Wren rolls their eyes. “You’re blowing it at me.”

“Oh, you’ll get used to it. Atlas has.” She turns and cups Atlas’s cheek, planting a wet kiss on the side of his face. “Isn’t that right baby?”

Atlas nods dumbly. “Yeah, Wren, it’s not so bad.”

They huff and sneer at Atlas. “You smoke too now, of course you’d say that.”

The woman lets out another cloud of smoke directly aimed at Wren.

“Oh my god. Atlas can you get her to fucking-“ they pause when they look at Atlas. His eyes are trained hard on something behind Wren, his cheeks pink, lips pulled into a thin line.

Wren turns in their seat and sees Alastair lingering awkwardly in the doorway. His shoulders are slumped, his head ducked down, pointedly avoiding anyone’s gaze. Wren notes that he’s still covering every inch of skin except his face. No surprises there.

“Sorry,” he croaks and the sound of his voice, after however long it’s been since they last spoke, stuns Wren. “I’ll go.”

Hearing the way he sounds now still leaves a buzzing in Wren’s head but they suppose they should be grateful he speaks at all after everything.

“No, it’s okay babes, stay.”

Wren’s eyes snap to Daphne when she speaks. What is she trying to do?

Alastair visibly hesitates, looking down the hall as if it’s his chance at freedom.

Daphne persists, waving him over. “You can sit next to me.” She pats the space beside her. “Don’t worry, I don’t bite. Not you at least,” she giggles and nudges Atlas. “He knows what I’m talking about.”

Wren groans loudly and buries their face in their palm.

Alastair very reluctantly crosses the living room to sit down.

Wren watches Atlas, his brows furrowed as his eyes track Alastair’s every movement. Wren rolls their eyes. Idiot.

“Alastair, I never see you around,” Daphne says with a fake pout in her voice that makes Wren’s blood boil. “Why is that?”

Wren wants to stand and smack the woman because that bitch knows the exact answer to that question.

“Um.” Alastair doesn’t look up, leaning slightly away from Daphne and Atlas. He swallows audibly, rubbing his gloved hands together. “I don’t-“

“Oh well, it’s no harm done. It just sucks that I haven’t gotten to know you like I have Wren.” She gives Wren a cheeky smile and Wren squints.

“Ah,” is all Alastair says. He glances to Atlas, his gaze shooting away from him again almost immediately before he looks to Wren, letting his stare linger a little while longer as if pleading for help.

Just then, Daphne makes a big show of waving her hand through the air between her and Alastair. “Oh god, this stuff.” She fakes a cough and continues to bat away the shadowy smoke emanating from Alastair despite her actions having no effect. “It’s a little distracting isn’t it?” She fake coughs again. “I mean, I know you can’t help it but geez, how do you deal with this stuff following you around all day?”

Wren’s eyes are wide and furious. They shoot to their feet, fists clenched. How dare she? How dare she?

Alastair stands abruptly. “Excuse me,” he mumbles,” rushing past Wren and out of the living room. Wren moves to follow him but by the time they reach the doorway, they can hear Alastair’s door down the hall shutting and the lock clicking.

Taking a deep breath, Wren whirls around, Throwing their hands up in the air. They storm up to Atlas, glaring down at him. “And you? Do you have anything to say about this shit?”

Atlas’s eyes are also wide but rather than angry, he appears shocked, concerned almost. He stares up at Wren before glancing sideways at Daphne who’s staring at him intently, a brow raised in a silent challenge. Atlas says nothing, hanging his head with a grimace.

“No,” Wren scoffs, speaking quieter now. “No, of course not. You never do.”

Daphne sighs, tipping her head back over the arm of the couch. “Wren, I think you’re overreacting. Always so angry about something, poor thing.”

Wren bares their teeth, voice raising again as they jab their finger in Daphne’s face. “No, I've had it with you. You need to keep your mouth shut.”

Daphne gawks but quickly recovers, scoffing with a mocking smile.

Wren ignores her, leaning past her to stare directly into Atlas’s eyes. “You’re not slick. You and I both know what’s going on here and it’s getting pathetic. I’m sick of it.” Their voice is low and harsh as they grit their teeth. When they stand up straight again, they shoot Daphne another look, eyes narrowed, nose wrinkled, upper lip curled. Wren looks to Atlas again. “If you ever fucking bring her around him again, I’ll throw her out myself.” Wren turns and storms from the room, disappearing down the hallway.

Atlas’s eyes stay glued on Wren’s retreating figure as Daphne scoffs. “Come on babe. Let’s go back to my place.”

She stands and walks towards the exit. Atlas follows.

Daphne and Atlas are owned by @oros-ash3s and Wren is co-owned by him :p

[mugentakeda]

I feel like modern au zuko can drive, is very good at it, has his license, and will get you where you need to go but like. with very dangerous efficiency. he drives like Evel Knievel. he drives like a bat out of hell. he whips the wheel hard as fuck and you will see Jesus even if the drive is from your house to the corner store. his car is used and like 10 years old but she is strong and loyal just like her master and wont break down for anything. she'll tear over anything in her path. zuko has given iroh so many mini heart attacks while driving him around (<- because iroh does NOT have his license). worst of all is that zuko does NOT talk or road rage ever when he drives he's DEAD SILENT and simply blasts the radio. and its always either terrifying Chinese opera or crazy shit like Free Bird by Lynyrd Skynyrd

[lotustiled]

the zutaras are back at it again !!

[sabreurs]

sokka trying to get katara to give up on her waterbending bc it could get her killed. and katara refuses to give up and continues to practice anyway. bc sokka and katara represent the survival of both the people and the culture. sokka had the safety of their people thrust upon him by his dad, while katara is the only one in their tribe that can carry the weight of their culture. both are heavy burdens, and they're struggling with their roles bc they're just two kids trying to rebuild in the wake of genocide. but they refuse to give up, bc that's what the story is about.

holding onto hope, regardless of what you face.

[late-draft]

Prototype for a poster for the Last Air Keyholder AU

[crimson-constellations]

Sketch (?) of sorts for the next piece I’m working on

Not based off an au or anything… yet

[hinamie]

truth is, I used to dream about boys like you

jjk atla!au with @philosophiums

[tadpole-art]

Fire Lord Zuko royal portrait

[captainkirkk]

Concept: Fire Lords traditionally dress like the stages of the sun to match their reign.

When Zuko is first crowned, he dresses in the colours of dawn. Bright yellows and pinks and even purples. He starts to wear more traditional crimson-and-gold robes after a few years, the colours of midday when Agni is at his strongest. And towards the end of his reign, when he's getting ready to pass the crown onto Izumi, he starts dressing like the setting sun.

[narrativelysignificantturtleduck]

it doesn't matter if roku and sozin were actually gay, all that matters is that every queer person in the fire nation is haunted by the possibility

[mx-piggy]

I am posting once again on behalf of my friend Noor (@nourayman and @ahmaedworld1). Things are pretty rough for her and her family at her moment. That's not to say that anything been easy during the genocide, but she seems especially defeated at the moment.

I let her know that I would be making this post, and I asked her what she needed funding for the most and the costs of these necessities. As you'll see in the messages that I have screenshotted, she let me know that what she needs most is a bag of flour to make bread. A bag that will last her and her family just 2 weeks costs a staggering €500, and it is certainly a high payment that will be difficult to keep up with unless she receives regular financial support through her campaign.

She also wanted me to share photos and a video of what it's like queuing for bread to illustrate what she must deal with, alongside other suffering Palestinians. It's a striking scene, one I think that everyone should see to grasp what it's like at the moment.

Reading about Noor's mental state is truly heartbreaking, but really I can't blame her for feeling so defeated and scared. I have been contributing what I can to her campaign and checking in on her regularly but I hope that sharing her campaign again will make up for the lack of financial support I can offer. I hope that people will see her anguish and be moved to help in whatever way they can.

If you are unable to donate the minimum of €5, please share Noor's campaign, via this post or her own. I am sure she would be grateful for anyone making their own post about her campaign, too.

[agentx8d]

‼️THE ALQUTATI FAMILY NEEDS HELP TO EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY‼️

PLEASE REBLOG!

Moatasem (5) and Obida (2), brothers living in the cold tents of Rafah with the rest of their family, and area under threat of invasion.

THE ALQUTATI FAMILY NEEDS HELP NOW TO EVACUATE. With the ground invasion of Rafah, this could be their only chance to escape death in the ongoing GENOCIDE! With our help, they can evacuate to safety and live a safe life like EVERYONE deserves.

Every single person in this family has dreams and passions. Every single person is someone’s everything. Please, do what you can to protect them.

PLEASE REBLOG, and donate if you can! ANY HELP COUNTS— SHARING GOES A LONG WAY!

[calamitywoman]

Abriste los ojos

Y el sol guardo su pincel

Porque tu pintas el paisaje

Mejor que él

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AHH I FINISHED!! I’m so happy with how it came out, hope you like it! ♥️

[im--never--happy]

I haven’t posted much about it on this blog because I have so few followers here compared to main and other side blogs, but genuinely, if you are a fan of Avatar, you need to be doing everything you can to support and liberate palestine and end this genocide. ATLA is about a fucking genocide and the devastating impacts of colonialism and a brutal military occupation. Well, we’re witnessing a genocide and the devastating impacts of colonialism and a brutal military occupation right now. If you are a fan of ATLA or LOK you fucking need to be talking about palestine and Palestinian liberation. You need to be calling your elected officials, going to protests, talking to people in real life, resharing and uplifting Palestinian voices, boycotting Israeli products, reading and educating yourself on what’s going on and the history behind it, and doing everything you can to stop this genocide.

We all need to be talking about palestine. Silence and “neutrality” and inaction is complicity.

Free Palestine 🇵🇸

[lovisus]

oh, two of your bending teachers went missing?🤔

[palhelp]

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While you're here, help @familgazaamal1! She has four kids, including a baby. Her three older kids all have big dreams, and her baby daughter needs surgery. Her husband is also missing and she's been trying to take care of her kids by herself. Please donate!

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