#brazilian post irony is SOMETHING

[blackered]

this had to be done, my friends. im not gonna say anything else

[thelunarfairy]

Okay, let's talk about something random

Omg, it's so embarrassing >.<

So, it's been a while since I created this account and I've already gained some followers, thank you all for that :3 (it means you like the crazy things I post)

So I wanted to talk a little about myself (even though I think no one cares XD)

Ok, I'm going to be serious now XDDD

I created this account because I really like JSHK and I wanted to talk about some crazy ideas or theories about the series and I felt welcomed here ^u^

I want you to know that a lot of things I post are just some crazy ideas that I occasionally have and that it's okay if you disagree, be kind S2 or if you agree I'll be happy if you want to talk to me about it :3

In fact, I hope you feel free to talk to me if you want, whether with an Ask or a message, I love talking about JSHK, if you also love and like crazy theories you can come talk to me if you want.

Don't take the things I say here too seriously, about the theories specifically, I may change my mind in the future or it's just crazy in my head, the most important thing for me is not to be right, but to have fun!

I'm trying to unravel the story in the most entertaining way I can, so it's okay with me if I'm wrong about the things I post (because no one other than Aidairo knows what's actually going to happen) XDD

Anyway, that's it.

Some other information that I don't know if you're interested in but I'll leave it here.

I am a girl

I'm Brazilian, I'd like to make that clear because if there are any Brazilians who also want to talk to me, feel free! (Sou brasileira, gostaria de deixar isso claro porque se tiver algum brasileiro que também queira falar comigo sinta-se a vontade!)

I speak English and Portuguese

I post randomly, but I usually post a lot because I tend to create theories and crazy ideas out of completely nothing.

Anyway, that's all, if you've read this far, thank you very much for giving me your attention :3

Bye bye~

Index

THEORIES:

Amane's Darkness

Could it be that in the time of Amane

Amane's past

The house and the fire

Hanako-kun's Big Puzzle

Predictions of the tragedy

These hands…

The Cursed Seal

ANALYZES:

The monster inside Hanako

One of the mysteries of the Yugi twins

Hands on the walls

The irony of life and Hanako's karma

The forecast

Did you notice?

When you remember that at some point, Hanako will have to say goodbye to Tsukasa again…

Amane's disease

"Red Thread of Fate"

Okay, let's talk about Mitsuba

Amane's possessiveness and insecurity

Natsuhiko and the mysterious door

The relationship between Tsukasa, Yashiro and Amane

Tsukasa's relationship with the red house

Yugi Tsukasa's mother

Sixth sense or predestined death?

Oh my, Yashiro is interested in a lot of boys

Yashiro and Tsukasa's Relationship

YUGI TWINS

The melancholy love of the Yugi twins

Did Tsukasa do this?

Hanako's mental age

I wish I could hear his voice

FINDINGS:

Hanako's boundary

Tsukasa's toys

ASKS:

About Yorishiro 1

Spelling errors and pronouns

Twin stars 1 || Twin stars 2

Tsukasa’s emotions 1 || Tsukasa's emotions 2

Tsukasa's parents

Sumire

Tsukasa's kiss

Hanako's feeling seeing tsukasa for the first time

Nene-chan and I are the same!

Could Hanako have done something to stop Tsukasa's kiss with Nene?

The mysterious hand 1 || The mysterious hand 2

Tsukasa image analysis

Tsukasa's behavior

Who do you think is gonna confess first? Hanako or nene?

Hanako's duty

HANENE:

A post about Hanene

Yashiro's wish and Hanako's self-control

Hanako's cute side

Nene ankles

She was exposed

Does Amane remember?

Hanako and Yashiro's tragic love

Reblog

Hanako-kun's jealous punishment

Hanako's look of desire and love

I still want to see this date, right Aidairo?

The insecurity

Hanene reblog

It was the first time a girl said she liked me, it made me happy…

The active Hanako and the passive Amane

Hanene reblog 2

The moment when Hanako fell in love with Yashiro

Details

But what about Amane and Yashiro's date?

Zombie Hanako and his wish

I know what you did here huh, Aidairo

Hanene reblog 3

This scene

RANDOM:

The invisible ghost

Yashiro Nene priorities

Natsuhiko's love potion

A compilation of jealous Hanako-kun

Tsunene reblog

Tsukasa reblog

Hanako reblog

Yugi twins

Okay, it's cute but

Just a compilation of random Hanene moments

Kou reblog

Just a compilation of random photos of Tsukasa

Just Tsukasa and Mitsuba being happy friends

Amane's Possessiveness reblog

Just a bunch of random photos of two idiots (Kou and Mitsuba)

Just Hanako-kun blushing or embarrassed

Nene and Aoi

A funny detail about the hamsters' space wars

Backstage 1

A tiny Tsukasa trying to put a birthday hat on top of his hat

Just a little ghost and an exorcist boy being best friends

Strangely similar….

"We're the same"

Karma

Hanako and Tsuchigomori

Just Tsukasa having his patience tested

I've been thinking (Tsukasa and Hanako)

[malichev]

I just finished the QSMP Live, let's discuss. First, Cucurucho has an egg given to him by Mr. Bunny himself, the irony, and after a long time trying to escape fatherhood, he ended up adopting Nacho as an official assistant. What does this mean in Lore? I have no idea, but supposing the rabbits are trying to make Cucurucho understand feelings better, perhaps this will bring about some meaningful change. Another point, he took the eggs again, out of Lore to justify the time we are without most of the Roleplayers, I believe. Does it make sense? A little. I don't know how this will be implemented in Lore in the future, but as it was seen by one of the rabbits, I can imagine that the egg retrieval will be another event. As long as it's not another Purgatory, I don't see many problems. I hope the writers know what they're doing this time. I just want it to be something that regular players who weren't joining, like all the Brazilians, the French, Foolish, Tina, Fit, etc., can participate. The only players at the moment who will have to deal with this new information now are the ones who were coming in a little, so maybe Philza/Tubbo/Bad/Pierre.

And finally, I would like to say that it doesn't surprise me that Cucurucho took the eggs, I had written in another post that imagine Cucurucho approaching qBadBoyHalo and then kidnapping Pomme and Dapper?´´, it kind of happened, but than all the eggs now. The point is, throughout history, it was clear that Cucurucho and Rabbits don't get along that well. And rabbits seem to be more aware of feelings than Cucurucho, and the feeling I'm thinking of is ``revenge''.

[kellyvela]

I have updates for your long post on the rat: You know when Sophie and Perry were walking around in Paris. There’s new pics! Guess who they were with? Ella Richardson and her boyfriend. :) But the JB stans will still insist that Sophie and P had an affair even though his ex’s best friend literally keeps hanging out with them. Hah. And the zero proof in general. But mention that he was liking his current girfriend’s (who was still in the relationship with her ex, that she gr**med btw, but nevermind) IG posts all the way back jn 2016 and literally has pics w her from Coachella that year they go siiiilent.

Hi Anon!

I already spent a couple of hours looking at all those precious pictures, I already tweet my favorite ones and I was thinking to do a Paris Fashion Week Part 2 or something, because THEY ARE SO CUTE AND SWEET AND LOVELY TOGETHER!!!!!!!!!

~~~

On the other hand, yeah Sasha von Bismark and Ella Richards were with them on Monday Parisian stroll, and yeah they both are long time friends of Perry's ex, even before Perry and his ex were a couple.

There's even a pic of Perry hugging Ella from that day at le Pont des Arts; and the night before, Sophie and Perry attended the same dinner than Ella and Tish Weinstock, another long time friend of Perry's ex. There's a pic of Perry hugging both girls.

I get that they all are aristos and socialites and things can be different to them regarding their relationships and friendships, but loyalty still exists, and it's pretty obvious Perry and his ex weren't together for a long time before he started dating Sophie, so everyone is OK with them as a couple, and at the same time they still hang out with Perry's ex.

Wanna know something funny? It was jj fans the ones that started tweeting about the rat knowing his new woman since 2015 at least, and liking her pictures since that year and staying together at the same house for Coachella 2016 with graphic evidence LMAO

The jj stans themselves gave the material for that Tiktok, outing their fave as a serial cheater . . . . Oh, the irony . . . .

BUT ALSO!!! I was reminded today that shortly before jj started dating Sophie, he was still involved with a Brazilian model named Daiane Sodre, I mean look at the date of the article, that's from October 20, 2016, and the rat first date with Sophie was on October 15, 2016 . . . .

💀

Thanks for your message :)

[haemosexuality]

why did i use to get SO MAD over is queer a slur discourse. im brazilian thats literally not even a word here. on god

[anthrogothic]

Body/Prision

~Well, this is the first fic I've posted (not that I've written many). Maybe I found it interesting to explore the emotional and psychological side of the clones and, of course, Echo. Besides, of course, other little things. Hope you like it. 🥺 (and sorry for any mistake as this fic was originally written in brazilian portuguese).

Second part heeeeree

Pairing: Echo x fem!Reader (in this chapter only Hunter and Wrecker appear for now)

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Body insecurity and bullying.

You were always a woman of science. Curious, persistent and genius. As a child, you loved growing plants and watching animals. Sometimes experimented with changing the color of flowers in jars with colorful products or hatching small eggs of birds and reptiles in small boxes bathed in light and heated cloths. You once set fire to his parents Aldeeranian Silk curtains, after pointing a magnifying glass in front of the sunlight streaming through the windows.

No wonder you was one of the top students at Naboo's Faculty of Science when was older. After all, you were one of the few females in your class. Being constantly the victim of offensive comments and jokes, mainly because of baggy clothes that didn't mark your body, adopted after years of harassment for your sharp curves. Your glasses and voluminous hair didn't do much for the "jokes" to stop. Withdrawn in any group of popular and partying colleagues, you had nothing but to study with your few fellow “nerds”.

As a result, you soon got your first job in the field. Standing out so much that you was invited to participate in the cloning processes on Kamino a few times, even creating a certain professional relationship with Nala Se, the chief scientist.

You weren't a fan of cloning, even though it was incredible, you found it somewhat unethical in relation to the impact on the lives of Jango Fett clones. They weren't just battle products or numbers to you, but Human Beings with as many rights as anyone else. That they should have autonomy over their lives. But work is not always 100% pleasant, as much as it is something you love as long as you understand being human.

With your occasional visits to Kamino, you ended up having the sympathy of the clones, precisely for treating them like ordinary people, with different names and personalities despite the identical DNA and their fateful serial numbers.

You even ate with them in the cafeteria instead of the staff room and played with them in your free time and some would sneak men's uniforms for you, who were too bothered by the looks and teasing you received in your tight women's uniform.

One day, during a typical meal with your friends, a tone of laughter and nasty comments made you take your attention off your plate.

You poked your clone friend in the shoulder on your right.

"What is happening?"

He, without even looking up, snorted a laugh and spoke before taking the meal to his mouth:

"So you don't know the subject of the moment? There is a new squad among us. Weird… but they haven't suffered a single casualty on the field so far."

You raised an eyebrow, craning your neck a few times in an attempt to see something.

"I was not informed of this. I have not been assigned to inspect newly graduated soldiers for some time. But why the laughter and so much whispering?"

Deep in your brain, the bitter memory of your college days was pulled.

Your friend gave you an incredulous look, gesturing to find the right words to avoid any reprimand from you:

"They… well… are technically defective. Very different from us. No wonder they nicknamed them The Bad Batch."

He stifled a laugh. Soon getting punched in the arm accompanied by a scowl from you.

"Okay, okay. Forgive me, clone rights advocate."

His irony was clear, making you roll your eyes and get up, heading towards the counter where they left the used dishes. After thanking the wrinkled green lady who served the meal, you turned in the direction of leaving the cafeteria, but a sharp impact on your face and chest propels you back, followed by a lot of pain and strong hands gripping your elbows.

"Hey! Are you okay?"

A familiar, but deeper and stronger voice resonated in your ears, making you open your eyes faster than you normally would, as you bring your hand to your forehead and in the background thanking the Maker for wearing contact lenses instead of glasses today . It took you a while to map the face of the man in front of you. His long dark hair fell to his shoulders, his red bandana letting out a few shorter strands across his forehead, his almond-shaped eyes looking a little worried, and finally, a tattoo that covered the entire left part of his face.

He was familiar…but at the same time very different from the other clones. Even the armor, grey and red. Definitely seeing a different face in that cafeteria was a bit intriguing.

"I think you broke her, Hunter!"

A loud, husky voice came from behind you, making you turn your back to the tattooed man, just to behold the huge soldier who covered your entire field of vision.

He was huge, broad and with perfectly shaped muscles. Gradually, your eyes traveled from his abdomen, across his broad chest to his face. This one had no hair. He had a blind eye, with a huge scar running from there to the ear. The clone's good eye looked you up and down, literally.

"I'm fine… sorry… I-"

You were shocked by the image of both men. Could it be they who your friend had spoken of?

You can barely complete your sentence when interrupted by a clone next to you.

"Well well. The scientist and her laboratory freaks. How comical..."

He didn't even stop to stare at you, being followed by two other clones who clearly enjoyed the bad joke.

The men beside you clenched their fists and the bigger one growled, taking long, heavy strides in front of you, until he was stopped by the tattooed-faced clone, who practically jumped in front of him, bracing a hand on his chest.

"Forget it, Wrecker. It's not worth it… and we can't take another warning for assault in the cafeteria."

The taller one nodded a few seconds later, clearly disappointed not to get his hands on his attacker.

With slow steps, you approached them, curious and also irritated by the other clone's words.

"Idiots."

You huffed, crossing your arms over your voluminous breasts.

"You are the new squad the others are talking about, aren't you?"

There was a certain wonder in your voice now.

"Force Clone 99, doctor!"

The two said in chorus, with clear pride in their words and saluting.

"The rest of the team is going through the assessment upstairs. Miraculously we both got through!"

Said the taller clone, with humor in his voice, pulling a smirk from the tattooed clone.

You smiled, even more in awe of them. They were beautiful, unique and not "sloppy".

"Nice to meet you Hunter and… Wrecker, isn't it? My name is Y/N, I work in the lab."

The two looked at each other, minimally polite treatment to the clones was a little rare around here.

"We've heard about you. Won't you give me a warning? For… bumping into you?"

Hunter was a little suspicious, moving closer to you, watching your forehead. Looking for any evidence of injury.

"Oh no, of course not. It was an accident. I also barely looked where I was going."

You tried to be as gentle as possible, despite your brow and nose bothering you, already realizing that it couldn't be too easy for them to get along with each other. You continued:

"Trust me, I know what it's like to be bothered all the time by little jokes and to have people pick on me out of simple dislike. I'm not like the rest of the employees."

Wrecker approached you, already with a content expression on his face.

"There is! I liked her! At least someone here doesn't hate us!"

The clone pulled you into a hug, pressing his side with yours. You blushed a little, as physical contact was never common with you.

Hunter continued with a suspicious expression and his arms now crossed, making him even more imposing, just taking the look off your face, when the communicator you carried in your pocket beeped.

Brought out of your reverie by Wrecker's tight embrace and Hunter's form, you picked up your communicator to read the newly arrived messages.

"Uh… I need to go. Nala Se never give me a break. See you later guys. Hope to meet the rest of you!"

You headed towards the exit, leaving a sympathetic smile as you left the clones. They were still there, trying to absorb how kind you, a scientist, were to them.

[bdaywishesforalycia]

Dear Alycia,

Ok, first, let’s talk about your smile, it lights up the day of anyone who sees you, your smile is beautiful, shame you don’t post lot of photos smiling on instagram, your eyes, they somehow calm me down, they make me feel that everything is fine, you know, anyone who has ever seen you, even by photo, somehow finds a refuge, in your eyes, in your smile. You singing is something I could always hear, your voice is tuned, and beautiful, man, your soul is beautiful, that’s something to cherish, your eyes reflect your soul, and even by photos, or videos, they reveal the most important in you, your own brilliance. Now yes, we can talk about your birthday, congratulations, borcia, on your 27 years, I hope to meet you one day, to be able to look you personally in your eyes, who knows, by the irony of fate we end up meeting in Sydney, I will do my exchange there, of course, after I turn 18… I hope to meet you personally one day, it may seem strange, but I wanted to meet the person you are, behind the cameras, not the actress, I want to meet the person, quite unlikely to happen, but still yes, I hope to meet you one day. I’m Brazilian. Maybe this text is not perfect, because I am still perfecting my English.

Love, Izabelli.

[tipsoctopus]

Opinion: Lucas Moura banishes demons under circumstances unbeknown to Tottenham fans

That doesn’t happen to Tottenham Hotspur.

The desolation, the silence, the looks of ‘what might have been’, the near-misses, they happen to Spurs. They are familiar bedfellows for fans. We know them well.

But this time, just this time, it was different. In Amsterdam, on a rainy evening that will now be remembered for all time, it was Ajax, this brilliant young team, marshalled by the superb Matthijs De Ligt and spearheaded by the genuinely exceptional Hakim Ziyech, who sank to the turf on the final whistle, seeing, but not quite believing.

They headed into the game with a 1-0 aggregate lead. They knew that victory would see them through to the final. So did Spurs. Two goals in the first half seemed to put the tie to bed. Fans across social media vented their fury. Kieran Trippier had made too many mistakes. The players looked tired, dead on their feet, their legs not quite catching up with their brains.

But the second half, that crazy, ridiculous, joyous second half. Lucas Moura was the last player signed by Spurs, in 2018, and then-PSG manager Unai Emery, now in the dugout at Arsenal sold him to the club. Irony can have such a sweet sting. That second half saw the Brazilian turn in a performance befitting the greats of his nation; his first goal came after a lightning counter-attack and gave Spurs belief. Fans cheered. They dare not really believe yet. We’ve been here too many times. “It’s the hope that kills you.”

But then he scored again. The chance looked to have gone when Fernando Llorente – an inspired half-time substitution – sent the ball straight at Andre Onana. But Lucas collected it and embarked on a dribble that grows more unbelievable the more you watch it. He took around six touches and every single one of them was perfect. His finish was laser-guided, into the bottom corner, sending Spurs fans, this writer included, into something approaching delirium. One more goal; all we needed was one more goal.

Ajax came again, of course they did, they hit the post again, as they had done in the first leg. Jermaine Jenas, the former Spurs player turned an excellent co-commentator, said to Darren Fletcher, “something’s happening”. It felt like it.

Spurs hit the crossbar with around five minutes to go, the ex-Ajax star Jan Vertonghen, the would-be hero, going so close to a fairytale return. He tried to stab the rebound but it was cleared off the line.

And then, it switched. There was something approaching acceptance. Going into the game, there had been an attitude of ‘they have to give everything’, and they did. Every single member of that Spurs team had. They had fought, they had battled, and they had gone so close. Ajax versus Liverpool would be an excellent final.

Ajax began to waste time and as we approached the sixth minute of injury time, Moussa Sissoko sent a long, hopeful ball forward. Llorente knocked it down, of course he did, and Dele Alli, the big-game player in the Spurs ranks, sent an impudent flick through to Lucas. He hit it straight away. It wasn’t even a chance, really, and it wouldn’t rank very highly on the xG scale. But it was accurate and it caught Onana cold. The net rippled and Lucas peeled away, mobbed by his team-mates. Fletcher, in the BT Sport commentary box, couldn’t believe it. All the videos since show that nobody else could either.

This writer sank to his knees when the ball hit the back of the net. I’ve seen the goal so many times since and yet, I can’t really remember the moment it went in. What I can remember is the pure, guttural emotion.

Supporting Spurs is different, really, because we’re just so used to going close and seeing victory snatched away. Think of the multitude of FA Cup semi-finals we’ve lost, the 5-1 loss to Newcastle United, third in a two-horse race, losing Luka Modric and Gareth Bale and Dimitar Berbatov and Michael Carrick, appointing Tim Sherwood, failing in the Europa League, never getting a sniff of the Premier League trophy, St Totteringham’s Day, lasagna. This doesn’t happen to us.

But we’ll be there. We’ll be in Madrid, ready to take on Liverpool for the right to be called champions of Europe.

Everyone will fondly remember the tears that followed the semi-final. We will ask each other, a decade from now, “where were you when we beat Ajax?”

It is the most astonishing moment I can remember as a Tottenham fan and it may never be replicated. Or perhaps, just perhaps, it will be topped, on June 1. After Wednesday, don’t you dare rule this team out.

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[petlover18-blog1]

Sep 26, Rabbit Breeds

New Post has been published on https://www.petlovers.shovelnews.com/sep-26-rabbit-breeds/

Sep 26, Rabbit Breeds

About Rabbits ~ Breeds Chart ~ Rabbit Types ~ Rabbit Breeds

Do you know your rabbit breeds? This page will help you on your way.

Need Help Finding the Perfect Rabbit Breed for You?

New to Rabbits?

If you are new to rabbits the rabbit breeds alphabetical list will probably not be much use to you. The rabbit breed names will be a list of unfamiliar, strange sounding woolly lion, Himalayan dwarf thingummies, that may confuse and mystify, rather than enlighten and enrich.

As a newbie, the main question you will probably be asking yourself is, “Which is the best rabbit breed for me?”.

With so much choice available in the rabbit breeds list, and the many considerations to note about your needs, and the needs of your family, you will have a hard decision making process ahead.

You may even be part of a family that is yet to be convinced of the benefits of raising rabbits, in which case lots of research and tools to help you decide, or persuade, are vital to your quest.

So it’s a good thing Just Rabbits has the perfect answer for you!

10 Simple Ways to Choose the Best Breed of Rabbit

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Yep that’s right… the title does exactly what it says!

It will give you all the information you need to make that perfect choice.

This super-duper ‘cheat-sheet’ is the ideal way for anyone that is fairly new to raising rabbits to come up with their perfect bunny breed and variety!

Follow the simple advice on this easy to understand pdf download.

Just fill in your details to the right to get yours right now…

Rabbit Breeds List

The Most Comprehensive Rabbit Breeds List Ever?

If you are familiar with rabbits, you have probably heard of most of the names in the comprehensive index below. I am adding detailed pages of each rabbit breed as my time permits and many of these fascinating breeds have lead me on a journey of intrigue and wonder. But it’s the uncommon breeds that have really surprised me.

The irony of the rabbit fur industry collapse has made many rabbit breeds very rare. Some breeds have come about completely by accident, or even as a genetic mistake. Some breeds are new to the world of show, as breeders perfect the best genetic combinations, creating new standards for  associations and councils to include at exhibition.

I have spent many hours researching for this list and a much more detailed breakdown can be found in my newly published book, ‘How Long Do Rabbits Live’.

Everything you need to know about rabbits in one place!

Find Out More Here…

‘How Long Do Rabbits Live?’, is a complete, easy to read, pet rabbit longevity reference book with potential Lifespan Calculator & Human Years to Rabbit Age Conversion Chart, plus much more.

Diet and Lifestyle Recommendations

Quick Tips

Check Lists

Full Breed Database

Genetic Descriptions

Unique Research

Scientific Studies

Reader Stories

Alphabetical List

Just as the saying goes, “breeding like rabbits”, never has a quote been so true!

There are so many different breeds!

Take a look here…

Rabbit Breeds Alphabetical

More More More…

There’s lots more information in the rabbit breeds list below.

Each rabbit breed includes:

BRC standard and / or ARBA schedule of points

History – A look back in time

Varieties – In standard and in development

Size, Weight, Shape & Ears – General overviews

Colours – Standard show colours & others in development

Fur Type/ Coat – Rollback, flyback, long, short?

Lifespan – Average life expectancy

Personality – House pet, good mother etc?

Purpose – Meat, fur, hobby, fancy or science

Breed Status – Endangered or popular

Care & Handling – Handy Hints & tips

Breeders, Clubs & Organizations – Resource links

Add Your Rabbit! – Ask questions, share stories and photos of your lovely bunnies.

Queue Jump

If you want me to profile a specific breed, let me know using the comment box below

or

contact me and I will jump it up the queue for you!

Quick Note Each profile takes a few days to complete because they are so detailed. If the breed is not underlined as yet then please be patient, they are coming.

Breeds of Rabbits in Alphabetical Order

A – B – C – D – E – F – G – H – J – K – L M – N – O – P – R – S – T – V – W – Z

A…

Alaska

Altex

American Blue & American White

American Fuzzy Lop

American Sable

Angora (English), Angora (French), Angora (German), Angora (Giant), Angora (Satin)

Argente Bleu, Argente Brun, Argente Clair, Argente Crème, Argente de Champagne, Argente Noir, Argente St Hubert

B…

Baladi

Bauscat

Beige

Belgian Hare

Beveren

Black Hare

Blanc de Bouscat

Blanc de Hotot

Blanc de Popielno

Blanc de Termonde

Blue of Ham

Blue of Sint-Niklaas

Bourbonnais Grey

Brazilian

Britannia Petite

British Giant

Brown Chestnut of Lorraine

Back to Rabbit Breeds Alphabet Starters

C…

Caldes

Californian

Carmagnola Grey

Cashmere Lop Miniature

Cashmere Lop Standard

Chaudry

Chinchilla (Standard), Chinchilla (American), Chinchilla (Giganta), Chinchilla (Giant)

Cinnamon

Continental Giant (Coloured), Continental Giant (White)

Criollo

Cuban Brown

Czech Albin, Czech Spot, Czech Red

Back to Rabbit Breeds Alphabet Starters

D…

Deilenaar

Dutch, Dutch (Tri-Coloured)

Dwarf Hotot

E…

Elfin

Enderby Island

English Spot

Back to Rabbit Breeds Alphabet Starters

F…

Fauve de Bourgogne

Fee de Marbourg (Marburger)

Flemish Giant

Florida White

Back to Rabbit Breeds Alphabet Starters

G…

Gabali

Giant Papillon, (Checkered Giant in USA)

Giza White

Golden Glavcot

Gotland

Grey Pearl of Halle

Güzelçamli

Back to Rabbit Breeds Alphabet Starters

H…

Hare Tan

Harlequin

Havana

Himalayan

Hulstlander

Hungarian Giant

Back to Rabbit Breeds Alphabet Starters

J…

Jersey Wooly

K…

Kabyle

Back to Rabbit Breeds Alphabet Starters

L…

Lilac

Lionhead

Lionhead Lop Miniature

Liptov Baldspotted

Lop, Cashmere

Lop, Cashmere Miniature

Lop, Dwarf (Mini Lop in USA)

Lop Eared Rabbits

Lop, English

Lop, French

Lop, German

Meissner Lop

Lop, Miniature (Holland Lop in USA)

Lop, Miniature Lion

Back to Rabbit Breeds Alphabet Starters

M…

Mellerud

N…

Netherland Dwarf

New Zealand White, Black, Blue

New Zealand Red

O…

Orestad

Back to Rabbit Breeds Alphabet Starters

P…

Palomino

Pani

Pannon White

Perlfee

Plush Lop (Standard), Plush Lop (Mini)

Pointed Beveren

Polish

Back to Rabbit Breeds Alphabet Starters

R…

Rex Rabbits:

Rex Standard

Rex Self ( Black, Blue, Ermine, Havana, Lilac, Nutria)

Rex Shaded (Sable Siamese, Seal Siamese, Smoke Pearl, Smoke Pearl Marten, Tortoiseshell)

Rex Tan (Fawn, Fox, Sable Marten, Seal Marten, Orange, Otter, Tan)

Rex Agouti (Castor, Chinchilla, Cinnamon, Lynx, Opal)

Rex Other (Dalmatian, Harlequin, Himalayan, Silver Seal, Satin Rex)

Rex Rough Coated Astrex

Rex Rough Coated Opossum

Rex Mini, Rex Mini Broken

Rhinelander

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S…

Sallander

San Juan

Satin

Satin Mini

Sachsengold

Siberian

Siamese Sable (Marten Sable)

Silver

Silver Fox

Silver Marten

Smoke Pearl

Spanish Giant

Squirrel

Sussex

Swiss Fox

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T…

Tadla

Tan

Teddywidder

Thrianta

Thuringer

Tri Colour English

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V…

Vienna – Coloured

Vienna – White

W…

Wheaten, Wheaten Lynx

Z…

Zemmouri

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Have I Missed Something!?

The amount of different breeds worldwide, makes for a very difficult and long list indeed. This is because so many of the breeds have several ‘varieties’ that are also recognized as breeds in themselves.

In my research through many reference books, specialist articles and web pages I noticed that some lists included most rabbit breeds but then omitted others.

I have compiled the list above by joining the information together for a more comprehensive outline. Of course I could be missing one or two, so please let me know if there’s a rabbit breed I have not included and I will add it to the chart!

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Wisdom teeth, witless television

When I explained the content of this post to my sister, she asked me how it was relevant to the research I came to do in Peru. My response: everything I do here is relevant... right? Relevant or not, I blame this post on the physical limitations I’ve been under since Friday, the day on which I had my wisdom teeth removed. This is the result of a weekend spent in bed, eating ice cream and indulging in one of America’s favorite past times. 

Although my mother has worked as a dental hygienist for over thirty years at various reputable dental offices, I’ve waited until now, at the ripe age of 27, to get my wisdom teeth extracted by a maxillofacial surgeon that has no connection whatsoever to my mom. What adds to the irony is the fact that I’m currently living in Lima, Peru. Yep, that’s right: I declined several offers to have the unnecessary third molars extricated from my overcrowded jaw while living in the states with full dental coverage and, instead, opted for their removal at Peru Dental in the Miraflores district of the capital city with international student health insurance that may or not retroactively cover the procedure. This is in no way intended to discredit Peruvian dental care: the care I received was perfectly adequate (my wisdom teeth are no longer in my mouth!), and I especially appreciated the expediency with which the situation was handled from start to finish. In the United States, for example, this process can easily take months, from initial inquiry phone call to intake appointment to scheduling to surgery to recovery. Here, in Lima, it took a whopping total of four days. It began with a desperate email sent out in the wee hours of the morning on Tuesday complaining of extreme pain and inflammation at the site of my lower right third molar, and ended Friday at approximately 12:45 pm, when I walked out of the clinic with blood soaked gauze pads shoved into the empty sockets that once housed my wisdom teeth.

In addition to quickness of the whole ordeal, I was impressed with the nonchalant confidence of my surgeon: he worked with tact, precision, and a sprinkle of humor appropriate for the foreboding occasion. Sure, he was about twenty-five minutes late to the scheduled appointment time, but, rather than feeling annoyed, I found comfort in the way he walked into the clinic wielding an impressive leather suitcase on wheels and an air of unapologetic arrogance. This was clearly not his first rodeo. From the moment he covered my face with what seemed to be a medieval medical garment – a green piece of stiff cloth sporting a mouth hole – I knew I was in good hands. He applied a local anesthetic and, before I knew it, I heard (but luckily did not feel) crunching and ripping, indicative of a successful extraction. He asked how I was feeling as he casually proceeded to wash his hands.

“Ah, it’s pisco sour day tomorrow,” he lamented with a shoulder shrug and instructions to avoid spicy foods and jogging. As we parted ways, I thanked him profusely, sputtering drool and feeling for my lips, which were entirely numb. He winked at me coolly as he answered a call on his cell, and that was that. A lovely experience overall. My only complaint thus far is that I wasn’t prescribed something a bit more... effective for the pain. I had envisioned myself post-surgery lying prostrate in an OxyContin induced bliss, sucking down vanilla milkshakes and mango licuados. Instead, I popped 100mg of Ketoproteno, some nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory Brazilian drug that is about as effective at killing pain as those little pink sugar pellets girls take the week of their period are at preventing pregnancy.

The first three hours after the extraction were fairly miserable: my lips were numb, my gums were inflamed, and my mouth was full of bloody, viscous saliva. Additionally, my throat muscles were incredibly tender in the aftermath of all the aggravation, making swallowing quite uncomfortable. One glance in the mirror was enough to conjure images of horror film victims, as gooey crimson matter spilled from my lips into the sink, staining the porcelain red. Without adequate drugs, without the hope of consuming a delicious frozen beverage in the foreseeable future, with a mouth that felt estranged from my body and absolutely no desire to be in a vertical position, I concluded that the only recourse for such dire straits was mind-numbingly stupid television. Alas, after months of ignoring my sister’s rave reviews, I succumbed to the ridiculous pleasure of watching The Bachelor, Season 21, starring Nick Viall.

As a self-described progressive liberal feminist with a strong aversion to reality TV, I’ve seen more than my fair share of this show. My sister and mother are serious fans, and Monday evenings during “Bachelor season”, when new episodes are released to millions of eager viewers, play out in eerily ritualistic fashion in our household. It’s well understood that everyone, my father included, will gather in front of the big screen at approximately 6:57 pm to appreciate this paragon of pop culture. Talking is only permitted at commercial breaks, and meals are planned around the two hour viewing block from 7-9 pm. Assuming the role of disinterested-but-acquiescent-eldest-daughter, I sit in the leather recliner by the window, purposefully apart from the other members of my family who genuinely enjoy watching the buffoonery, whereas I pretend to hate every minute of the show and jeer at the disgracefully dimwitted banter of the cast members. I get immense pleasure out of blatantly counting the number of times the characters say “like” with my hands and openly criticizing the shallowness of the supposedly deep conversations held during one on one dates (i.e., “Like, I’ve never had anyone, like, open up to me so... much before” in response to one contestant’s scant account of a car wreck he was in as a teenager). It especially irks my sister when I interrupt particularly intense scenes with witty play-by-play.

Given my history with The Bachelor and its relatively low ranking on my scale of “things that are important and/or impactful in my life”, I was shocked to find myself utterly captivated by the current season (or at least by the first five episodes available on ProjectFreeTV). Perhaps it was the drug cocktail affecting my judgment, perhaps the fact that this was my first time watching the show alone, perhaps the content was suddenly inexplicably more interesting than any season prior – whatever the reason, I devoured episode after episode hungrily, paying undivided attention to every little detail.

Episode 1, for example, begins with a parade-like procession of all the Bachelor’s suitors stepping out of a limo and introducing themselves to him in creative – and often painfully embarrassing – ways as they vie for the coveted first impression rose (I felt a twinge of pride when Raven jumped out the vehicle squealing like Pig Sooie, paying homage to my former stomping grounds). Before Nick meets them, however, the viewers watch brief autobiographical clips about each contestant, in which she describes herself and her motives for being on the show. I was struck by the number of highly educated, working professionals on this season. Among the ranks are: an attorney, a neonatal nurse, a travel nurse, a special education teacher, several business owners, a mental health counselor, a doula, a plastic surgery office manager, a chef, and a dental hygienist, to name a few. Several of the women speak multiple languages and sought to impress Nick by wooing him with their polyglot skills fresh out the limo. While their careers and backgrounds vary greatly one to the next, it seems that most of the women on this season view marriage in a similar light: as the last critical ingredient in the recipe for happiness. Great hair plus good friends plus sweet career equals almost complete – secure a husband and you’re there.

As much as the aforementioned equation seems to reek of judgment, I have to admit, I was surprised to find myself identifying strongly with many of these women and their sentiments regarding life’s priorities. I, too, have always firmly believed that serious partnership and/or marriage should ideally come after one has developed a strong sense of worth and self, that only after one has expressed his or her ability to be an independent agent is that person capable of choosing an ideal partner. Basically, I prescribe to that equation (minus the fabulous hair) in that it emphasizes the timing and placement of serious romantic commitment in the series of life events. That being said, I have yet to secure a career, and I feel I have a long way to go in terms of cultivating my sense of self – but I’ve been in love before. I’ve even made serious decisions based on that love, choices that have altered the course of my life.

While I have absolutely no regrets about any of those experiences or the unexpected beauty of their outcomes, I’m quite certain that all my previous relationships have come to an end precisely because they broke from my “timeline.” Because I had fallen in love before having real direction or a sense of where/what/how/who I wanted to be, I felt constricted, guilty for being selfish, pressured to make decisions delineated by partnership boundaries. Whether those feelings were projected on me by former lovers or self-induced is impossible to determine: what matters is that I simply wasn’t ready to relinquish the utterly individual journey of cultivating me, a process that undoubtedly differs for everyone but, in my experience, is defined by a singular, uncompromising self-determination. Perhaps, then, it would be wise for someone with my mentality to approach partnership, cohabitation, marriage – deeper and more formal commitments that go beyond physical attraction, desire, or even love – as the last pieces of a puzzle that has mostly been solved. A sentiment which I apparently share with many of the contestants on Season 21 of the Bachelor.

Let me be clear: In no way am I claiming that The Bachelor has suddenly become a progressive, feminist, highly intellectual program – quite the contrary. In fact, it is due to the inherently ridiculous nature of the show that I find certain themes so compelling in this season. In seasons past, I have abhorred the obsession with marriage that defines the show. The objective of The Bachelor is to produce an engaged couple in slightly less than two months, after all. I blame the show for perpetuating and culturally cementing the idée fixe that romantic love must progress in a series of urgent symbolic displays: social media posts, a ring, a designer dress, a house, a dog, a pregnancy, a baby, etc. The first date Nick organized for the women on this season was a wedding dress photo shoot. Enough said.

Though there are several aspects of this round of The Bachelor that make it unique from previous seasons, such as the selection of a cast that actually includes non-white women and one contestant that openly identifies as bisexual, it still seems to extol traditional gender roles to an extent that makes me uncomfortable. While I understand that The Bachelor is a reality TV show and physical appearance is the first thing to grab viewers’ attention, I often feel as though the contestants – and the Bachelor himself – seem to prioritize and laud a brand of feminine beauty that is not only harmful but unrealistic: the women are always dressed in excessively fancy outfits that seem unfit for the occasion (a floor length evening gown for lunch?), sporting full make-up and long flowing locks to do something like scoop cow dung (yes, that happened in episode 5). In no way am I trying to police women and their freedom to express themselves however they please – sometimes it’s fun to curl your hair, put on some lipstick and rock a sexy mini skirt. But it’s alarming when every contestant feels pressured to adhere to one specific, narrowly defined set of beauty standards every time the camera is rolling, and it’s even more alarming when an individual expresses grief and stress in the face of “failing” to meet such standards – a feeling that has been expressed quite often on this season already. Quite honestly, I can’t see how it would be possible to be on a show like this and not feel the pressure to look “perfect” given that Nick almost always leads with a comment on how the women look, the most blatant example of which took place during initial introductions as he looked each contestant up and down before speaking to her, only to then comment on how “great” she looked or mumble “wow” while shaking his head side to side in awe. 

Despite these problematic elements, which are less specific to The Bachelor and more generally a symptom of our society’s ills, I felt inspired by many of the cast members who introduced themselves as empowered women proud of their accomplishments. Had they obviously been in hair and make-up for hours just moments before these introductions? Yes. So what. I appreciated their perception of marriage not as a goal in and of itself, but as a component of a much larger picture. As I listened to many of the women on Season 21 explain their desire to be on the show, it seemed that they genuinely viewed partnership as a supplement to rather than the essence of identity.

Is The Bachelor still full of shallow conversations and unbelievably petty gossip? Yes. Is the underlying premise still ridiculous and counteractive to cultivating realistic notions of what constitutes a healthy marriage? Mostly. Did it distract me momentarily from excruciating pain and even offer some fodder for larger conversations on female empowerment and autonomy in romantic relationships? Absolutely.

In conclusion, I decided to post this because I’m feeling incredibly humbled. Humbled by having my face momentarily deformed with swelling, humbled by the fact that I identify with contestants on a show that I have always ridiculed, humbled by the realization that my mind isn’t as open as I thought it was. Who knew reality TV could be so enlightening?