#interactions: atlas williams.

[alesolcno]

ALE as MARI to ATLAS—📱

MARI: hey stranger... MARI: it's been a while. pls tell me you've been missing me as much i've been missing you. MARI: think you'd be down to meet an old friend for a coffee?

[cheyohara]

— characters: chey & atlas — setting: some sidewalk downtown, not too busy of an area — partner: @atlaswilliams

It felt silly and incredibly childish that the mere sight of her older brother in the distance on the opposite side of the street would be cause for the grown professor to hide. Yet that's exactly what Chey had done the moment the eldest O'Hara had been spotted.

Somehow the brunette had ducked into the nearest door of the establishment she'd been passing and had avoided being seen.

After an awkward smile was flashed at the shop worker inside, she eased further away from the door but kept a vantage point so that she could watch Carter walk off into the distance and out of sight. Or, get into his vehicle and drive off.

Hazal flickered between the view out of the windows and shaky hands slowly browsing through the goods closest to her. The employee had politely asked if Chey needed any assistance or had any questions, but the podcaster graciously denied and commented that she was only browsing and looking for early Christmas gift ideas.

All had seemed to be going well in those few moments until the professor saw her somewhat childhood friend making his way down the street in the same direction as Carter had been headed. At first glance and assumption the brunette considered that the two old friends were meeting up. It was reasonable enough as Chey remembered Atlas telling her that he'd check-in with the reckless and aggressive O'Hara after hearing about some of his antics as of late.

Things had been unfortunately escalating. Not only had Carter broken into their aunt's house, threatened her and stolen some money, he'd also found her own home and shoved his way in. It had been a relatively short encounter but a terrifying one that had left the professor a trembling mess on her kitchen floor.

It didn't appear to her that Atlas had any clue of what lied ahead of him, his attention was focused on the phone in his hand. Though, maybe, just maybe, Carter had already walked off and was none the wiser? In a split second her focus was pulled from the tense scene across the street when another customer, likely a real one, had entered the shop. When hazel returned to the outside world Chey's heart dropped through the floor and adrenaline slammed through her.

Carter was in front of Atlas, his expressions and gestures seemed agitated. Then two hands pressed into the taller male's chest and shoved him backward, and despite the rush of fear coursing through her Chey booked it out of the shop and tried to hurry across the street.

"You've been fuckin' lyin' to me," the brunette heard her older brother nearly shout at Atlas. "Y'know all these years I had you under my fuckin' wing, lookin' after you and shit... you repay me by betrayin' me?"

"Carter, stop!" Chey shouted when she was a little closer, a panicked hand raised in the air. "I'm right here, leave him alone!"

"Aw, would ya look at that..." Carter spat at Atlas, "I bet you're gonna try and tell me y'all weren't seein' each other. That this is just some crazy coincidence," her older brother continued, gestured at her then shoved Atlas once again.

There was a rage bubbling under the surface about to explode, she could see it from where she was as she closed the distance.

[jesseelmassalamy]

— characters: atlas & levi — setting: on a bench somewhere in the commons of his apartment building — tagging: @atlaswilliams

These moments weren't all that frequent and that was likely due to how comfortable Levi had gotten with sorrow and regret. While the abuse of the bottle had numbed him to much of it for the better part of a decade, or longer, the now barista knew the weight of guilt like an old friend. It was only the occasional flare up, usually when he'd seen Ashlee in a dream, where he couldn't quite cope.

By now he'd forgotten her face. It had been a rough and tough battle getting to that point but unless Levi tortured himself by looking at photos of his late wife or she came to him in an unconscious state he wasn't quite so haunted by her anymore.

When he woke earlier that evening after exhaustion had taken him out on the couch, the torment possessed Levi to check every crevice of his apartment for some hidden relief but came up empty handed. The program had been working for him for a few years now just clearly not well enough if the disgraced policeman only reached out to Atlas after he'd tried to hunt down a drink.

If he had found something he would've emptied it.

After a text went off into the ether he waited outside unsure if the tall man he'd gotten to the point of exchanging names and numbers with would get the message anytime soon or if he would even come.

All his time in the program he'd never enlisted or taken up the offering of a sponsor. Levi had always done things the hard way and seemed preferencial to suffering in silence.

The sound of footsteps stole his attention away from the thoughts of walking to a bar or a liquor store. He could still see her too clearly in his head. "Thanks for coming," Levi rasped.

[cheyohara]

One too many times Chey had seen her eldest brother's charm in action. The man was a master winning friends and influencing people, he read others easily and used those insecurities to his advantage. It was manipulation at it's finest.

Often it was so good that for most of her childhood, the little brunette believed the way she was treated and handled was normal, that she'd earned and deserved it somehow. So, she always tried to be small and quiet, be out of the way as much as possible. Which had proven difficult when friends like Atlas came along in Carter's circle. He always tried to talk to her, joke with her, and in a way— felt like someone's sister.

It was a brutally painful friendship for how desperate she was for someone to notice how much pain she was in. Not just emotionally, sometimes she'd been so bruised and battered it hurt to move around too much. She'd seen it plenty of times in movies or with other girls, when people could see that they'd been crying— Chey was always brushed off.

It was because of Carter, she knew that, but how badly had she wished things had been different.

A small grin formed on her lips, "that's already happened. The phone wasn't in my hand. I didn't have pockets so I quickly stuffed it in my bra and when I couldn't find my phone later, we tore up my friend's apartment and her car until we decided to call it..." A slight roll of her eyes at her self that it had taken that long for them to have gotten to that genius point. "Well, my chest started ringing and I thought my friend was going to kill me when I pulled it out."

"No," Chey's head shook, "no big plans. Just means I made it through another week." These days all she wanted was for the world to swallow her up. Or for her to become one of those statistics of people getting hit by cars when crossing the street. "What about you? What do you do on a Saturday?" If it was something with his kids it could be the slaughter she welcomed yet knew she couldn't take.

With interest, the professor's brow lifted as he left the rest of his story to her imagination. "Please don't tell me you hit your head while making out or something..." A smile slowly formed, it was weak though still visible. "Anyway, definitely sounds like brain damage to me."

It seemed impossible not to roll her eyes in his company, and it also proved to be too difficult to not smile either. At least, a little bit. "You're just about mid-thirties, right?" Truthfully, Chey didn't know what was considered middle aged but it was humorous how sensitive people were to aging. For her, it felt like an accomplishment. "Of course you're still a selfish prick," the brunette jested, her elbow reaching for Atlas again to rib him.

The dark cloud that moved across Atlas face was proof to Chey that he didn't really have a clue what her older brother was up to these days. That he wasn't just another person that turned a blind eye because they figured it wasn't their problem, nor did they want the trouble. It was hard to blame anyone for that but she really wished someone would put Carter in his place.

"Her front screen door was ripped off the hinges and I think he broke a table. I told her I'd try to get a new screen and put it up for her." Mostly the damage was to her aunt's broken heart. "She's still shaken. Worried that he'll come back." Because that's what they did when they found they could get what they wanted. "We talked about fencing her front yard with a locked gate but then we knew he'd just jump over or break it." The defeated feeling in her chest swelled, her childhood was coming back to haunt her and induced anxiety that she didn't need right now troubled Chey.

"I don't want you to bring drama onto yourself, or potentially your family if he comes around your place. I appreciate it, I really do, but you've got yours to look after."

Growing up, all he'd ever wanted was to fit into something with someone. It wasn't as if his home life had been particularly rough, but all too often, he felt like a fly on the wall while his little brother and parents defined the family unit. When he was getting attention, it usually stemmed from a scolding over one fuck up or another. It didn't matter how well he did, the only thing anyone ever noticed were his setbacks.

Carter had felt more like family. While everyone else shied away from Atlas' chaos, it was Carter who'd embraced it and had even welcomed his unruly ways. Rather than an outcast, he'd finally felt accepted into something more.

His patience with Carter eventually wore thin. Where Atlas' chaos was untimed and in no particular direction, the other male wreaked havoc wherever he could. It was all fun until it wasn't, but Atlas had never truly believed that Carter was capable of doing anything awful. He was an asshole, but weren't they all?

"Give it a couple of years. You'll be forgetting where you put your phone and it'll be in your hand." Spoken from true dumbass experience. What he understood was that some parts of life were unforgettable, no matter how hard one tried. "What? You got big plans on Saturday or something?"

Tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth, features scrunching in thought. "There was this one time in high school where I took a line drive right here," he explained, a finger lifting to brush down the bridge of his nose, "and then there was this one time I hit the back of my head at this party, but," he trailed off, grin stretching wide as if he were insinuating the rest of the story wasn't safe to tell.

"Probably dad brain though. It's definitely a thing."

A playful scoff rattled from his throat and eyes rolled. Middle aged? "I'm not even forty yet. Don't age me like that," he countered with an immature pitch of disbelief. In a few years (though if one rounded down, he was still closer to thirty) he'd be there, but until then? "I'm more of a one man band anyway. Can't let anyone steal my spotlight."

The boyish grin he'd worn the entire time faded away. Worry bubbled in his chest and so did a pit of anger. Carter had taken his teenage bullshit into adulthood? "How is she? Did he destroy anything?" The offer to help fix whatever Carter had broken was on the tip of his tongue, but he chewed at the inside of his cheek and listened as she continued on. "I'd rather him come knocking on my door than hers. Or yours." At least if Carter tried shoving his way into Atlas' place, it'd be a fair fight. A sense of protectiveness washed over him, one that he could afford. "I could reach out to him and see what the hell's going on? I won't... I won't mention you or the aunt thing. If he tries anything with me, I can handle it."

[ingridlczano]

location: le cirque

character: @atlaswilliams​​ & ingrid.

Having already been back to work for a couple of weeks now, Ingrid couldn't feel more alive. Whether she liked it or not, she did need a break and even though it wasn't under her own conditions, the extra sleep had helped. Spotting a familiar tall figure approaching the bar, she quickly reached for a clean glass to prepare the usual drink. "Well, well -- long time no see." Ingrid greeted, placing the drink on the counter for him. "It's on the house. I don't know if Cam told you, but we have a policy of pampering grooms around here." It wasn't a secret, was it? If he asked her, Ingrid would tell him he always made dumb decisions, but it wasn't her who was about to suffer for the rest of her life. "If you stick around long enough, you might see her."

[mayxlee]

location: bighorn hills

character: @atlaswilliams & maya.

As soon as the text was sent, Maya regretted ever typing it. Staying home for what felt like weeks, the brunette had thrown herself at work. Sadly, that didn't help her forget about the fact Javi was roaming around town with a kid. What if someone from her family ran into him? All the questions they would have -- all the answers she'd have to give them, everything just was too overwhelming to think about. That was one of the reasons why she decided to head out and meet Atlas. With her earphones on, listening to whatever song was playing, a sigh escaped past her lips wondering if it was worth returning home soon, rather than later.

[zeynepxturkmen]

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"I fucking hate Asli." The words came out unprompted. With the two catching up and rewatching some Marvel films together, she was reminded of a conversation that her and the tiny anthropologist had recently. One that would not leave Zeynep's damn head. "So, I was telling her about my favourite movie scores, yeah? Well, I brought up the Jurassic Park theme song, obviously, and the little shit was all, 'Oh! Did you know? The scene that takes place in San Jose is inaccurate, because San Jose is in the middle of Costa Rica near mountains and is nowhere near the Caribbean Sea nor Pacific Ocean!'" Scoffing, she shook her head. Rolling her eyes slightly. "Like? Okay, nerd, thanks for the cool fact. However... However. I tried watching Jurassic Park last night and I could not get her voice out of my damn head once I got to that scene. So! If a miniature brunette goes missing, you and Eli are obviously taking the blame for me."

🇨​​🇱​​🇴​​🇸​​🇪​​🇩​ ​🇸​​🇹​​🇦​​🇷​​🇹​​🇪​​🇷​⦂ ​​🇦​​🇹​​🇱​​🇦​​🇸​ ​🇦​​🇳​​🇩​ ​🇰​​🇪​​🇳​​🇳​​🇪​​🇩​​🇾​❜​🇸​ ​🇵​​🇱​​🇦​​🇨​​🇪​, ​🇧​​🇮​​🇬​​🇭​​🇴​​🇷​​🇳​ ​🇭​​🇮​​🇱​​🇱​​🇸​​​​​ ⨾ ​​🇯​​🇦​​🇳​​🇺​​🇦​​🇷​​🇾​ 2️⃣0️⃣🇹​​🇭​​​​​ || @atlaswilliams

[draslihanxfahri-bailey]

📜𝙰𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙵𝚊𝚑𝚛𝚒-𝙱𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢 & 𝙰𝚝𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚜

"Alright, I'm sure that we're going to find it here." Ever since Alex got her hands on The Magic Treehouse book series at school, the six year old's been utterly obsessed with them. Which, on one hand, was good. However, there was the other hand: she loved the books so much that she started annotating and highlighting in them. Fortunately, things were settled with the library and their daughter wasn't in too much trouble. But, still, they needed to buy the ones she had wrote in and then buy the school new ones. Along with buying the rest in the series for her so that they wouldn't face this problem again in the future. With Alex leading them to the children's section, Asli walked alongside Atlas. Glancing over at him and giving a playful little smile. "She absolutely gets that from you, you know." Was she trying to reference the note he left in her book all those years ago, trying to see if he remembered or not? No, of course not. Because they both know that their daughter's annotating skills came from her, of course. "I can't believe she got to ten books before they discovered that. I've been checking the books we got at home to see which ones are my markings and which ones are hers. Have you discovered any?"

𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛: 𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘'𝚜 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚢, 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 ; 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝚗𝚍, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹 || @atlaswilliams

[yasdogan]

closed starter for @atlaswilliams at the farmer's market

Trudging around at the farmer's market, Yas had collected a basket full of an odd assortment of things that she honestly didn't have a plan for. None of them really went together, but her mind was anywhere but on the food she was buying. Reaching over to grab a bundle of bananas, Yas heard a familiar little voice calling out her name. Immediately her heart sunk, eyes welling up almost immediately with hot tears. She couldn't just turn and flee, having long since resolved to never treat Maggie any differently, even if her relationship with Sage and Asher was currently non-existent. Steeling herself to have to face one of the two, Yas was mildly surprised when she spun and instead was met with the much more hulking form of Atlas. The sense of relief that at least she wouldn't have to face another run-in with Sage was palpable, a feeling that she certainly never would have expected herself to have when it came to Atlas. "Sorry - um. Hi," she mumbled, hand anxiously running through her hair. It didn't feel right to step forward to greet Maggie, her hand instead lifting in a small wave towards the girl.

[katerinadelarosa]

location; by summit lake tagged; @atlaswilliams​

Back from her first trip of the new year, Kat was looking a little worse for the wear than she normally would. A part of her had been tempted to call Atlas and back out of hanging out so she could rest, but after a valiant twenty minute attempt at relaxing she knew it wouldn’t last for long and ended up going down to the lake anyway. All of her archery equipment was in tow and she was starting to get things set up when she spotted Atlas coming her way. Turning a tired smile his way, Kat lifted her arm gingerly to wave him over. “Just getting stuff set up, impeccable timing,” she greeted, stepping back to take a look at the targets she was getting hung up around the area for them to shoot at. “Brought a few different bows for you to try, see which one works best for ya.”

[leticiaxoliveira]

She wanted time to stop. She wanted to turn back the clock and go back to a simpler time, one that might have never existed in the first place. Em has never really known a simple time in her life, if she was being honest. She wished she did. She wished that there were some point in her life where there hadn’t been some type of chaos going on. Yet there wasn’t. There were times that were peaceful, though, despite other chaos going on. But even now, she can’t really look back at those times; Those times include the woman she was certain hated her and that shadowed everything. The realization broke her heart and she wished, she wished she wished she wished, she could drink that all away and forget. Yet after New Years, she threw out any and all alcoholic beverages that were in her house and hardly left at all. It was far too easy to relapse again and she didn’t want to allow that to happen. With Asli watching over the twins for the day, she’d been trying to reread the first Percy Jackson book when she heard a knock at her door. Groaning softly, setting the book down on the coffee table and getting up from the couch, Emeraude wrapped herself up in the giant comforter she brought from her room and headed to the door. Yet she hadn’t been expecting to see Atlas right out there. “H-Hey,” she said after she opened the door and remembered how to talk and breathe. Staring up at him nervously.

CLOSED STARTER: emeraude’s home ; claret park || @atlaswilliams​​

[mapsontheweb]

Spaniards and Portuguese in India and the Malay Archipelago, 1498-1580.

“Historical atlas”, William Shepherd, University of London Press, 3rd ed. 1924

by cartesdhistoire

Muslim merchants from Gujarat, based in Cambay, dominated maritime trade in the Indian Ocean in the 15th century, supported by Hindu and Jain financiers and an organized network of correspondents. The Malabar coast, a major pepper supplier, served as a hub for commercial interactions between Arab merchants from the Gulf of Aden or Oman and Chinese merchants – or their intermediaries – from Sumatra and Malacca. Muslim merchants primarily engaged in the spice trade.

The arrival of Vasco da Gama in Calicut in 1498 disrupted this system. In 1502, King Manuel entrusted him with commanding a second expedition aimed at eliminating all Muslim presence in the Indian Ocean. The Sultans of Gujarat and the Deccan sought assistance from a Mamluk fleet to counter the Portuguese, but it was defeated before Diu in 1509, paving the way for Portuguese conquests of Goa in 1510, Malacca in 1511, Hormuz in 1515, Diu in 1535, and Daman in 1539.

The Portuguese occupied the southwest coast of Ceylon from 1505 to access cinnamon, establishing a fort in Colombo in 1518. They controlled the north, west, and south coasts of the island, key areas for the cinnamon and precious stone trade.

The Moluccas were another target because the Banda Islands produced nutmeg, while Ternate and Tidore produced cloves. The Portuguese established privileged relations with the sultans of Ternate and Tidore, facilitating their settlement in Amboyna and Timor, despite the capture of Malacca from Sultan Mahmoud Shah.

The Portuguese monopoly endured until the emergence of the English East India Company and the Battle of Swally in 1612.

Meanwhile, Spain remained engaged in the spice race, aiming to connect America to the Moluccas and their spices. Following expeditions in 1525 (Loayza) and 1528 (Saavedra), Spain secured a definitive return route in 1565 (Urdaneta) and established settlements in the Philippines in 1571.

[cyaerandom]

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[jadetheblueartist]

Atla: Toph, Sokka, and Zuko

Also if you’ve seen legend of Korra: Varick

Rottmnt: Raph and Mikey

Gravity Falls: Bill, Stanley and Ford

(No need to answer all of these! I know it’s kind of a lot…)

Hehehe let’s do this

Toph is cool. I like Toph. I especially like Toph when she’s hanging with the gaang I just love all those guys sm. Her and Sokka are so buddy it makes me happy

I also love Sokka. He’s a dweeb hence the light bullying in the “why do they look like that” but he is really solid. And I love his interactions with everyone it’s just dope.

ZUZU. He has the grip on my life. He is such a dweeb also but angsty and I like that. And I also love his interactions with the gaang so much. Every time I think of the “Hello, Zuko here” I implode. And like wdym? He’s never done anything wrong nope not at all

So I haven’t seen legend of Korra and saw this guy like yesterday probably and thought hm that’s definitely Sokkas kid right? And then the next thing I see is a theory that he is actually sokkas kid hahaha I know nothing of him but he looks funny

Raph is such a big sweetie I love this guy. However if he was real I probably wouldn’t go near him have you seen that turt. And yes maybe I project a little onto him but maybe he shouldn’t have been so relatable to begin with 🤷‍♀️ oh and I feel like he would enjoy being carried in my bag like a tiny dog

I so so wish he had gotten more screen time and episodes for himself but alas. Oh and I love him interacting with everyone, especially Barry. I feel like that is just beautiful for me ^^

WE’LL MEET AGAIN, DON’T KNOW WHERE, DON’T KNOW WHEEEEEEN- ahem excuse me. Um yeah I really like Mr. William Codex and yes he’s a bad bad but also he is taking up a lot of mental real estate and I’m helping it happen. His backstory kills me. That is all.

OOOOOH BINGO FOR THE GRUNKLE!!!! I like Stan a lot, especially when paired with his family. He is a hoot and, again, his backstory kills me.

I like Ford :) he’s very silly to me in a relatable way and I also like him with his family. Now I wasn’t around when he first entered the scene since I just watched this whole thing a few months ago, however I heard that he wasn’t well liked at first so if that’s true then the fans did him dirty bc he’s just a little nerd

This was fun, thanks Moo!

[hcnayun]

"Well, in my experience, men suck at showing emotion in general. Doesn't matter the size," Hana quipped with a shrug. "I wouldn't call being bent up into complicated positions being in touch with your feelings so," the words trailed off for a moment as she grinned at her muffin and snatched it up as soon as it was laid on the counter for her, "it remains to be seen with you."

With her muffin in hand she paused to stare at the phone being offered to her, wondering if it was worth shuffling her goods around. A moment later, Hana sighed and pushed her chocolate fix into her left palm and took his phone with her right. After a little more maneuvering she entered her number and text Atlas with the pretzel emoji. "Cute kids," she commented as she handed the device back, a little surprised. The reason they exchanged numbers was already lost on her.

"Once more," Hana mumbled with chocolate muffin in her mouth, "it remains to be seen. Think of me as a scientist, I like proof."

A grin took to her lips and Hana did a little curtsy, "I know, thank you." In a matter of seconds he was back to bringing out the eye rolls and Hana actually groaned that time as she shook her head. "You clearly need to check out the May issue of Vogue from 2017." It was one of her last major shoots and spreads before she'd left New York. / @atlaswilliams

A playful scoff danced off his tongue and into the air between them. If he had a thing for the dramatics, then Hana put his show of it to shame. "Come on, pull through. I'm not being responsible for the number one pretzel bender going out of commission. If the health freaks find out it was me, they'll cut me off or worse, they'll bend me into something I can't get out of."

Future note, check out Meryl Streep's IMDB or just have the app handy for the next time she (or anyone else) pitched a name towards him.

"If I'm dead to you, then my money's no good to you, and if my money is no good to you," he trailed off, hazel hues sweeping over the counter and to the oven where her muffin was currently being warmed. "It does look good, huh?"

Oh, the amount of times he'd found himself on the floor in tears. "What? Big guys can't show emotion? I'm in touch with my feelings. Don't knock it 'cause all these other dudes are brick walls." The eye roll he shot down at her felt as if it'd cause permanent damage, but the sip of coffee helped.

Unsure about the number thing (he had plenty of numbers, most of which he'd only used once), he pulled his phone from his back pocket and handed it off. "You can text yourself and if you have it, cool. If not, there you go." His lockscreen was a picture of his children and his husky in the backyard. No passcode meant that she had access to every app, but he trusted her enough to not go snooping. "Blood oaths are totally outdated anyway," he finally added with a raised brow.

Teasing was in his nature, as was harmless flirting. "Come off it. The important thing is that I'm willing to learn. Doesn't that count for something?" A hand had raised to his chest, fingers bouncing against his shirt just over his heart before it dropped. "Your advice means everything to them," he assured, the playful swat triggering a surprised chuckle from the pit of his stomach. "Relax. Murder is illegal. You think you could rock orange for a lifetime sentence?"

[ingridlczano]

location: bighorn hills / ingrid's trailer

character: @atlaswilliams​​ & ingrid.

"I hope this doesn't turn into a regular thing," Ingrid remarked as she made her way slowly outside her trailer. He had left his wallet behind at the nightclub, and since their truce was still holding strong, she thought it wouldn't be a big issue to let him swing by to retrieve it. Judging by the urgency, it seemed like he needed it soon. "Next time, I might just pretend I have no idea where it is for a whole week," she continued with a teasing smile. "And by the way, your ID photo looks shit," she quipped, her grin widening. "But I guess you already knew that."