#Bar Ecuador

[bar-ecuador-massa]

Tu es dans mes yeux da Barbara Bonanno BNNRRB Tramite Flickr: Elia avec des lunettes youtu.be/PfgohV8db44

[eccobeto]

Ecuador 🇪🇨 1-1 🇳🇱 Netherlands 🏆⚽️ USA 🇺🇸 0-0 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 England #ecuador #netherlands #usa #england #soccer #futbol #worldcup #fifa #fifaworldcup #bars #fans #qatar #qatar2022 (at Pearl River, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/CleZngLuj_7/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[herpsandbirds]

Barred Fruiteater (Pipreola arcuata), family Cotingidae, Nono, Ecuador

photograph by javier_zurita_photography

[limboraptor]

Ok you know what? Fuck it. Throws out my Captain OC

Meet Ventresca Cookie, AKA Captain Bigeye!! (Ref drawn by my bestie @cornkernelcorp!)

Captain Bigeye here is a renown sailor from the lower city of the Republic who takes pride in his job: Sea monster hunting! This man is ABSOLUTELY fearless, willing to sail through hurricanes to get his catch! NOBODY knows how he hasn't been killed yet. He's not part of the navy, nor does he have his own crew (NOBODY is willing to get hired because they don't want to die LMAOO)

He's also very good rivals with Captain Caviar! (they're the type to have a full-on brawl in a bar one night, but laugh and hug each other the next) Unlike Caviar, Ventresca is buddy-buddy with pretty much anyone, even pirates! Just as long as you don't threaten him or his pals!

I wanted to make an OC off of one of my favorite foods: Ventresca tuna: Specifically the cans from Ecuador, which are from Bigeye tuna! (That's where his nickname comes from!)

[jordanraye47]

Team e-scope headcanons

Eva unintentionally dresses like a f-boy. Like with all those gym clothes someone will confuse her with some mf named jason or Lucas.

Also she most definitely had short hair. Like a pixie cut or smth. Goes along with the f-boy thing.

Despite how much Noah reads, he can go to a bookstore store, buy 8 books and read like 2 of them before deciding that it’s time for a new trip.

Speaking of bookstores. Noah has taken izzy to a bookstore with him. He has never seen her read a book, or anything in fact. But it ended with her trying to recommend him books rather than her taking any books for herself.

And it’s the most random ass books known to man. She’ll come up to him and it’s like a book of algebra formulas and say like ‘did you know that i read this in middle school, yeah, it was really boring though. Except the introduction, i read that multiple times.’ idk she’s a weird girl.

Speaking of izzy. This girl can not tan for the life of her. Like she can live in spain or ecuador and only get this absurd amount of freckles. (i will reblog with a pic cause i can’t add it here for some reason [it will be the end of me i swear tumblr hates me])

Izzy js like ‘turns off’ at some points. Like not passes out, she js goes completely quiet and acts completely normal and calm for like an hour and it creeps everyone out.

She also said in total drama that she had psychosis in the total drama after math. And psychosis is a trauma developed disorder (taught from my physiologist) but literally no one knows what it came from. Like not even herself, it just came at one point according to her.

Noah definitely lets his hair grow out, mostly because without noticing himself. It’s usually his mom who cuts it but she practically drags his hair out of his scalp when she does so he tires to avoid that. Resulting in him having long ass hair. Like not as in pony tail hair but we’ve all seen his hair on total drama.

Izzy has gone to the gym with eva before but izzy does nothing but just walk around and use whatever she finds for her whatever she wants. Like she definitely somehow found monkey bars out of nowhere. (And she’s strong as fuck, we’ve seen her on TDWT she’s strong. But nobody knows how she exercises, and she refuses to tell.)

And they have a group chat i just know it. And Both noah and eva are the driest texters known to man. They will not use emojis even if their life depended on it. And i feel like izzy is either extremely dry or so dramatic all her texts turn into a greek play. She’s either like; ‘YALL GUESS WHO I FUCKING FOUND‼️’ or ‘i found a fucking dead frog and i think someone ate his hair’

pt 2

also sorry that i had too much izzy she’s my favourite 😔

[1800titz]

Sorry, I just have to share this thing that’s been sitting in my notes FOREVER because I’m going to write it, and half of this might just be a combination of randoms emojis, caps, big, long run on sentences, but BEAR WITH ME, I’m just excited. 

TRIVIA AU. MC goes along with a couple of girlfriends to this little bar on a Thursday night because “even if you don’t like trivia, the host is FIT.” And then cue Harry on a portable 4x8 platform that the bar has for karaoke nights, cracking jokes and asking questions like: “Axillism is the act of using what strange body part during sex?”

“Alright, alright, alright. Hello everyone, m’Harry, I’ll be leading the trivia — as I do — so if you’re sitting there going, who is this obnoxious cock, talking into the mic the whole night? Hi, Hello. That’s me — I do trivia. M’gonna pass out some little note pads for your answers, and I’ll be coming around between questions to pick them up, have a chat, whatever. We’re all here to have fun, yes?” 

AND, AND, AND he laughs at his own jokes and has zero shame reading out these ludicrously dirty questions and everyone is just tipsy and having fun and eye fucking him from the crowd basically but HE’S NOT COMPLAINING HE’S ALSO HAVING A GOOD TIME.  

“Hoo-hoo-hoo,” the man chimes mischievously, post a short session of squinting at the screen ahead, and his smooth baritone of a cadence rolls through the speakers as he quips, into the mic, “starting off strong with the first one.” “What country,” jade flickers from the LED display ahead to the throng of trivia players, tucked away at high tops in their respective groups, “…has…” he pauses for emphasis, before he pulls the mic back and his strawberry lips curl and subsequently showcase soft dimples cresting. When he brings the mic back to his mouth, he says, “the highest average, in the world, for penis size?”  “I actually don’t know this one, so it’s trivia for me, as well.” 

AND MC’S FRIENDS ARE ALL “ENGLAND! PUT ENGLAND!” JUST TO WHEEDLE INTO HIS GOOD GRACES BECAUSE HE IS SO FIT LMFAO, but ANYWAYS everyone gets their answers in and

“Ecuador! At,” he squints, “a whopping 6-point-nine-three. Solid for the average. Do we have any Ecuadorian men in the audience tonight? Anybody who’s added to that average? Congratulations. You beat us. You beat everyone.”  “Some valiant contenders those Ecuadorians.” 

Someone in the crowd: “Where do you fall?” 

Harry: “What was that?” 

“Where do you fall?” 

AND HE’S GOT THIS CHEEKY SMILE LIKE, “Where do I fall? Wouldn’t you like to know? Very forward. Take me out to dinner first,” and he just licks his lips and stares down at the screen with the dimples and then he just CAN’T EVEN HIDE HIS LITTLE CHUCKLE BEFORE HE TACKS ON, “…Below. Don’t worry about it.” BECAUSE HE’S WELL ENDOWED AND HAS BDE SO HE CAN JOKE LMFAO. 

AND AND he comes by the tables obviously and has chats with everyone but obviously he has some GREAT CHATS with MC AND, AND 

“I’m here EVERY thursday. So if you want more trivia and more opportunity to look at this pretty face 😏 Well. You know where to find me.”

[mutant-distraction]

Barred Fruiteater, photo taken in Nono-Ecuador.

Photo: @javier_zurita_photography

[typhlonectes]

A new stream treefrog of the genus Hyloscirtus (Amphibia, Hylidae) from the Río Negro-Sopladora National Park, Ecuador

Juan C. Sánchez-Nivicela, José M. Falcón-Reibán, Diego F. Cisneros-Heredia

Abstract

Recent surveys in the Río Negro-Sopladora National Park revealed a striking new species of Hyloscirtus. 

The new species is easily diagnosed from all other congeners by its large body size (64.9 mm SVL in adult female); broad dermal fringes in fingers and toes; prepollex not projected into a prepollical spine and hidden under thenar tubercle; dorsum greyish-green, with paler-hued reticulum, yellow spots and black speckles; throat, venter, flanks and hidden surfaces of limbs golden-yellow with large black blotches and spots; fingers, toes and webbing yellow with black bars and spots; iris pale pink with black periphery. 

It is currently known only from its type locality, in the high montane forest on the southern slopes of the Cordillera Oriental of the Andes, southeastern Ecuador. The new species might be related to the H. larinopygion species group based on its morphology.

Read more: 

https://zookeys.pensoft.net/article/90290/

[avengersnewb]

The Consequential Thing

It’s not like Steve hasn’t had many, many coffees with Tony over the years.

In many cities in the world, hotel lobbies, business functions—they’d once gone around Florence, finding a gazillion of must-visit espresso bars. Their party had bailed one by one, Pepper, Rhodey, Carol—even Happy, who’d clutched Steve’s shoulder and said that he was probably hallucinating from too much caffeine intake. Steve had to stick around. There’d been no way in hell that Steve would leave Tony alone in a foreign country. Tony speaks Italian fluently, sure, but that little detail—even if Steve’s buzzing brain hadn’t remembered it at the time—was quite inconsequential.

The consequential thing, always, is that Steve goes wherever Tony asks.

Hiking for five days, for example, to raise awareness on deforestation, which put them both in hospital for dehydration as they’d ran out of water on the last day; or swimming with sharks, literally, twice in Costa Rica and Ecuador, but also metaphorically, like last year when Steve had agreed to accompany Tony to the SI safety measures Senate hearings.

They’re even going skydiving for Tony’s 40th birthday. It’s special because it’s Tony’s 40th, of course, but on a more selfish note, Steve’s thrilled that he is the only friend accompanying Tony on the day. The fact that none of Tony’s other, non-insane friends are into jumping out of planes doesn’t really matter; what does matter, is that it’s just Steve.

Not that he doesn’t know that it’s not what he actually, deeply wants; it’s just that he knows that it’s all he will actually ever get.

He knows that Tony is Tony Fucking Stark. That he is the smartest, kindest, most brilliant man Steve’s ever known, and to make matters worse—to leave Steve royally fucked—he is mesmerizingly, breathtakingly beautiful.

Steve can never take his eyes off him.

Like just now, sitting across from Steve in the corner booth, with the flicker of the neon lights dancing in his eyes, the gray in his hair, the crinkles in the corners of his eyes—he is a sight to behold.

All Steve wants to do is to reach over the narrow table and kiss Tony’s lips, his jaw, his midnight stubble, the deep lines that form when he laughs; it’s truly a miracle—with how much he wants—that Steve’s kept from embarrassing himself in Tony’s presence.

Thank God, and all things holy in heaven, that he has the tiny bit of self-preservation. That he is stupid enough to fall for Tony, but not stupid enough to imagine that he actually has a chance with him.

It’s just logic.

Steve’s just not good enough.

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My entry for @stonylovessteve 2023, written for @purpleicedteas :) I love SLS, hope you enjoy this smol piece of love for Steve 😍

The Consequential Thing (3k, T)

Steve works for Stark Industries as the head of design, and has a great friendship with his boss, Tony Stark. Except for the got-wrenching, blinding pain of not being Tony's boyfriend—which Steve's learnt to live with over the years—his life is a-okay. An unfortunate encounter with Steve's terrible ex, however, changes everything. Pining, Fluff. Idiots in Love, Bad Boyfriend Brock, Protective Steve Rogers Protective Tony Stark, Self-Worth Issues, Getting Together, First Kiss, Insecurity

[na-bird-of-the-day]

BOTD: White-tailed Trogon

Photo: Ken Chamberlain

"This yellow-bellied trogon is fairly common from Panama to western Ecuador. Males have a dark head and breast with deep indigo iridescence, an iridescent turquoise or purplish back, and a plain white undertail. Females are grayer on the head and breast with a barred undertail that has large white tips on the tail feathers. Found singly or in pairs in forests, edges, and gardens up to around 1,000 m. Listen for accelerating series of 'pow' notes and purring calls."

- eBird

[ivory--raven]

oops, day 23's late, but here it is. "Copycat" and an excuse to bring up a really cool building. Nobody can keep a secret in Heaven or Hell.

It doesn’t take long to put the pieces together.

“Gabriel’s doing something suspicious,” says Michael. “He’s leaving and coming back without new suits. And he’s not taking Sandalphon with him. Sandalphon misses him.”

“How anyone can miss Gabriel I’ll never know,” says Dagon. 

“Something’s up,” says Michael with certainty. If anyone knows Gabriel, it’s Michael.

“Hope it’s nothing bad for you,” she says.

“Probably won’t be. It’s annoying, he’s started singing this song to himself.” Michael hums to demonstrate.

It’s a familiar song. Dagon has heard it before. Far too often, recently. “Beelzebub loves it. Plays it all the time.” 

“That’s funny,” says Michael. What an odd coincidence!

It can’t be a coincidence.

“Next time Gabriel leaves Heaven, call me,” says Dagon.

Michael calls. “He just left.”

“Going down?”

“Just to Earth.”

Dagon slinks outside, Michael still on the line. The hallways are still clogged with angry demons with nothing to do, but they’ve calmed down enough that they’re all stewing independently in their own annoyance about the lack of Armageddon. They don’t pose a threat anymore. Someone calls out to her - “Duke Dagon, I was coming to-” but she brushes past them and doesn’t hear the rest of what they have to say. She has places to be.

And there, going into the elevator up, is Beelzebub.

“Guess who’s also going to Earth,” Dagon says into the phone, and speedwalks back to her office.

“I’m scanning for demonic presences,” says Michael. “Okay… couple minor spots in America… England, London, that’ll be Crowley, there’s something in the Côte d’Ivoire…”

Dagon closes her office door behind her. “Côte d’Ivoire, you said… no, that’s Josh, that’s accounted for. Shax is also in London. America should be Eric.”

“Malaysia?”

“Asterik’s there.”

“Bhutan?”

“That’ll be Abaddon.”

“Ecuador?”

Dagon scans her page. “Ecuador… Ecuador… no one’s there.”

“Meet you there,” says Michael. “Looks like it’s Quito.”

Dagon prefers Guayaquil, and would rather be going there to trace the Grand Duke of Hell with Michael, but she emerges from the ground in Quito just outside the massive basilica. She looks around for Michael, and there she is - inside. Of course.

“Michael!”

Michael looks disapprovingly at the basilica. “It’s full of gift shops, Dagon, there’s a bar.”

A bar in a basilica, that’s funny. “You coming out? Cause I’m not coming in, and I don’t think Beelzebub would either.”

“You probably could,” sniffs Michael, but she leaves the edge of the consecrated ground anyway. “Now, if they’re both here…”

They wander down the street, holding hands, ignoring the vendors and the food and the signs. There’s a statue ahead of them in the distance, rising above the city, a woman with wings. Looking up at it are -

“That’s them,” says Michael. “They’re looking at the statue.”

“They’re together,” says Dagon. Gabriel and Beelzebub are hand in hand. Gabriel is saying something, and Beelzebub is smiling, waving their free hand at him. They’re teasing him. 

“Well that’s that settled,” Michael says. 

“Think it’s good for them,” offers Dagon. “I don’t know about Gabriel, obviously, but Beelzebub has been happy. Even if they do play that song over and over.”

“He’s happy,” says Michael. “We don’t have to…”

“No, of course not,” says Dagon. “Let them have this.”

[friend-crow]

The magic soap article in question:

[dairy-farmer]

Because I love angst....

There’s some fics where Tim tries to help Jason to kill him so that he can rejoin the family, where he assumes Jason and the rest of the family won’t miss him and he is passively suicidal.

Usually, it goes that he’s mistaken. I want a world where’s he not.

Jason brutally murders Tim in Titan’s Tower...maybe even worse. (R*pe) Then, he destroys the body, and sets off to rejoin the batfam.

Bruce and Dick, are, predictably, overjoyed to have Jason back. They don’t know he killed Tim—he’s gone missing, but nobody really cares too much. Why should they? It’s a miracle. Jason’s back.

Sure, Kon and Bart care, but they die soon after, in manners similar to canon.

Time goes on. Jason tells them the censored story. They weep and hug him. All is well. He doesn’t regret killing the imposter.

But it starts to feel a little strange, because he thought he’d have to try a little harder, if you know what he means. Bruce takes over a month to actually open a case regarding Tim. Nobody opens it for weeks at a time. No one is really *looking*— it seems they’re content to let it lie.

Tim’s school eventually reports his drop in attendance. The Drakes take a month to return home. They pay off the police to keep the investigation hush-hush— Drake Industries might not be able to tank the bad publicity if it gets out that their son is likely dead due to their negligence.

They leave again, for Peru, or Ecuador, or Suriname. Jason can’t keep it straight.

He kept one trophy. A single tooth, from the back of the mouth. He had knocked it free with a crowbar sometime during the killing. He keeps it in a false bottom in his sock drawer. There’s nothing else. The acid made sure of that.

Meanwhile, he gets used to the evolution in operations down in the bat cave. There’s a few new rogues, a few new allies— Cass is pretty cool, he supposes. The bar computer is a lot better than he remembers. It’s a bit like the internet before and after google, the difference is so stark— messy, poorly formatted files are now neatly saved and backed-up and cross-referenced.

He asks Oracle about it. She mentions it being the work of— she pauses here, not wanting to say ‘the previous robin’.

Eventually, she says, “The Substitute”, even though Jason isn’t Robin anymore, is working on his own costume and identity with the help of his family. Red Hood is a dusty secret, not entirely MIA, but operated remotely so as to not draw the suspicion of his family.

It’s the first time he ever feels something about the boy that isn’t rage. It’s something else, gray and shriveled in his gut. He doesn’t know a word for it, and he doesn’t need to. He pushes it aside.

But he’s always had an addictive personality. A week later, he’s the only one in the cave. The bat computer just sits there, calling his name in a voice he doesn’t want to recognize. He heard it before, sobbing mostly.

He finds the old ID. When he logs in, the setup takes several minutes to load, which is strange, because everything is so much faster now, loading in milliseconds.

There’s files. More than Jason can even fathom. Case files, photos, and video footage from the Robin mask. Even a few AI chess-games with game times going into the months-long territory, differently coded ‘players’ wining or loosing matches against each other into perpetuity, with nobody left to witness them.

There’s a lot of side projects like that. They’re usually quite strange, technically complex, and Jason slowly realizes as he pores over them in between watching the trackers for Bruce and Dick’s return, bloody brilliant.

Weirdly, it just breeds a sort of awe in his chest. No anger.

And there’s the footage. It takes him bags full of high-storage flash-drives to get all of it. He watches it alone in his room. Tim Drake in black and white security footage in the cave, quietly cleaning up after Batman or sitting hunched at the bat computer— looking so small, hunched over with his legs tucked in like he’s cold.

Footage from his Robin encounters— he’s quiet, speaks far more rarely than Jason or Dick had. He’s got this sweet, soft little voice that Jason actually finds quite relaxing. Sometimes he mutters to himself when he’s solving a problem faster than Jason can believe, always sounding a little unsure of his own brilliance.

Jason’s always had an addictive personality. It’s why he killed Tim, in a way. He just gets obsessed.

It happens all over again, in reverse.

He starts seeing Tim in his dreams, in the corner of his vision when he’s tired. He doesn’t speak, and when Jason reaches for him, he’s always drifting away, his expression blank.

He runs out of footage. The dreams turn into nightmares. He’s running, screaming, crying, begging for a companion in a vast void, and there’s Tim, off in the distance, hunched over., never able to see or hear him.

Sometimes, he finds Tim, after wandering in the rocky hellscape for hours. Or, what’s left of him. It’s never a skeleton, always a fresh corpse— mangled almost beyond recognition if not for the tatters of red and green. It’s a familiar sight.

Back when Tim was reported missing to the Police, somebody— probably Dick— was sent over to the Drake manor to collect all of Tim’s things, hopefully clearing anything incriminating.

Jason checks the evidence storage. There’s long rows of it, shelves leading into the darkness of the vast cave tunnels. It takes him several nights to find the sealed plastic box.

DRAKE MANOR it is labeled in neat, blocky letters. In the notes section of the item sheet, it mentions a loose floorboard and a false panel in the wall. It’s clinical. The paper is damp and dusty.

When he opens it, he finds notebooks, stuffed with sticky notes and yellowed with use, and more than that, *photos*. His heart nearly stops, desperate for a new hit of his newest drug.

When he begins to look through them, he has to sit down, because— because they’re *old*. Really old.

He stares at a photo of himself as Robin, silhouetted proudly by the Gotham moon. It’s a great shot, perfect in composition and and coloring. He can’t imagine how long it took Tim to get it.

He couldn’t have been older than 11. He pictures the School photo-day records he had dug up, that even smaller, paler Tim, with his shy, gap-toothed smile.

His hand curls into a fist. There’s something wet in his eyes. For the first time, he allows himself to acknowledge its more than the dust.

He’s in love with Tim Drake, he thinks. He thinks it again. It’s stronger each time, more and more sure, until it’s a crescendo pumping in every inch of his body. It’s like the hot twin of the Pit, but somehow *more*. He can barely stand it.

He sends Bruce a note over the Bat-Chat about the status of the missing ‘neighbor’, as they tend to refer to him.

Bruce seems surprised he asked, and then reassures him that he always viewed Jason as the proper Robin. That boy didn’t mean anything to him, he says.

He gets an even more flippant response from Dick, punctuated by an octopus-hug that Jason has to excuse himself from to go vomit in the bathroom.

Because he knows that. He knows Tim didn’t mean anything to them. He can see it, in the old footage. In the way they treated him like a servant at best, a crutch, and a scapegoat at the worst.

He sees the shake of his skinny little limbs as he hauls himself out the back door in the snow back to the empty Drake Estate, his bruised ribs trembling in the cold.

He sees the glitzy press conference recently held by Drake Industries, where the only mentioned of their missing son was a token used to bolster their story of ‘resilience in the face of challenges’, garnering more donations to their nascent technology fund.

He knows Tim didn’t mean anything to them. He didn’t mean anything to anybody.

All alone.

Something in Jason curdles for the second time. This time, he needs no pit to grant him rage.

(Im going to continue this, but my phones dying lol. Expect a contusion In the coming days, but Id love to hear ur thoughts!!!!)

tim!!!😢😢😢😢 the fact that no one cares that tim died, no one looks into it at all!! jason slowly falling in love with tim through the little things about him that were left behind!

that line!! where jason realizes that both dick and bruce along with tim's parents don't care to know what happened to the boy that jason killed and whose body he destroyed. "He knows Tim didn’t mean anything to them. He didn’t mean anything to anybody."

😢😢😢😢😢

fics where tim gets the short end of the stick just hit so much harder because he's my fav and seeing him suffering!!! tim hasn't even suffered for long here and he's not present to see how unmourned he was but it's just so tragic all the same and heartwrenching!! that the only person genuinely upset by tim's death is the person who killed him.

and you feel for jason, despite the fact that he killed tim who was innocent. you really feel for him because as his state of mind becomes more steady you can see how the regret and horror slowly seeps in. he's being haunted by the horrible guilt and disgusted realization that even if he confessed and told what he did...nothing would happen. part of jason is still that boy, that robin who fought for justice and now here he is, the person who comitted a heinous act that can't be taken back and it's just so horrendous. because he didn't just stop at killing tim, he erased every bit of evidence of what happened to him, he destroyed his body- there is no trace or bit of tim drake left in the world aside from the few words he left behind.

and the absolutely gut-wrenching tragedy of jason falling for tim, of having been probably the only person to care for tim but that care coming too late to save tim.

it's just so sad!!!!! 😢😢😢😢 i'm happy you wrote and shared it but it really is the most angsty thing i think i've read in a while!!!

[herpsandbirds]

Barred Fruiteater (Pipreola arcuata), family Cotingidae, Zuro Loma Reserve, Ecuador

photograph by @dario_hipo_wild_photography

[uswnt5]

Im at taco bar watching the men game. It’s intense cause one side of the bar is for Mexico and the other for Ecuador. Then there’s me watching the acfc game on my phone. lol

haha sounds fun!

[myfoodsflowers]

Masdevallia pachyura 🏵🌱 “Broad-tailed Masdevallia” is a warm to cool growing miniature species native to Ecuador and Peru. Masd. pachyura produces inflorescences of multiple small flowers white with dark brick red spots, almost bars, particularly on the dorsal sepal