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YOI Fan Rec Friday

Thank you for all your recs this week! Since I will be away for two weeks after June 17th, please send in ALL your recs (the more the better haha!) so I can pre-make them before I leave :) Thank you!!

Rec’d by anonymous:
The Last Dancer by StarryKnight94, Teen, 18k (WIP)
In which Victor is the chosen one, a dancer gifted with the powers of the Ice Goddess to protect her people at any cost. Amid the rising threat of the Fire God, Yuuri wants nothing more than to protect him. But when Yuuri awakens to a great power himself and goes to meet his idol, will Victor welcome his support or does a hidden darkness lurk behind that beautiful facade?

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Dissonance by Mats, Explicit, 32k (WIP)
Yuuri takes it for granted that Viktor will always meet him where he is. So when his coach and lifelong idol suddenly plants a very public kiss on him at the Cup of China, Yuuri takes it as a signal that his and Viktor’s relationship is about to undergo a major (and welcomed) change. But he may be wrong, and that might change everything, too.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Dark Angel of Mine by vanialex81, Teen, 40k (WIP)
When Yuuri’s heavenly light manages to catch the attention of the demon lord Viktor, Yuuri will learn that the demon will stop at nothing to claim him. Something that starts as desire turns into an emotion that Viktor had not foreseen. To what lengthens will he go to have the angel?

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Rec’d by anonymous:
why am i still here? by OedipusOctopus, Teen, 22k (WIP)
Yuuri finds himself in his fifth year at university, dreading taking a freshman level math course. He imagines his Russian TA to be a curmudgeonly hardass, only to find he’s a total hottie! Yuuri isn’t suave, attractive, or exceptional in any way, but somehow Victor takes a liking to him.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Between Periods by caitwritesstuff, Mature, 9k (WIP)
Yuuri is a history teacher out of a job due to recent cut backs. It just so happens that Phichit works at a school that’s needs a new history teacher. In walks Victor Nikiforov, the undeniably beautiful yet eccentric literature teacher from across the hall with a bit of an obsession with Russian lit and a certain adorable history teacher.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
What Lies Beneath Our Feet by HQ_Wingster, Gen, 19k (WIP)
At the YoI Farm, all animals are given the happiness that they deserve. When ex-battery chicken, Yuuri, comes to the farm one day after being set free, he relearns what it means to be a happy animal with a life ahead of him.

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Rec’d by @stevietomybuck :
winners in a losing game by xylophones, Teen, 19k
Don’t believe the rumors, international popstar Viktor Nikiforov is totally not using his new album as an excuse to flirt with the cute dancer that stole his heart last year.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
To Boldly Go by xylophones, Teen, 29k
A year in the life of badass science officer Yuuri Katsuki, Captain Viktor “Team Mom” Nikiforov, and simultaneously the best crew and worst crew in Starfleet history.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Snow & Ashes by natiwati, Mature, 5.4k (WIP)
They stand in silence, and Yuuri isn’t brave enough to ask him for his name, strike up any form of conversation. They gaze at the moon above together, two waves pulled by its astounding gravity. And when he finally gleans the courage to part his lips and suck in a breath to inquire, the man steps on his cigarette, extinguishing it, and leaves. Yuuri takes another drag, pretending not to feel so disappointed.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
High-Flying, Adored by terra_incognita, Gen, 26k
Being a superhero is hard. It’s even harder when you’re desperately in love with the most famous figure skater in the world, who never seems to notice you. Of course it doesn’t help that he’s a superhero too–and he’s head over heels for your alter-ego.

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Rec’d by @blusocket :
marker in the sand by faelicy, Teen, 10k
Victor has always been with Yuuri. No one understands the consequences better than Yuuri himself.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
On (Online and Offline) Love by AlexWSpark, Mature, 32k
In which Yuuri and Victor are gamers, head over heels for each other, and hoping to one day come face-to-face. Of course, when two whipped, adorable fluff-balls are involved, shenanigans ensue…

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Law Firm of Katsuki, Nikiforov & Chulanont by nerdlife4eva, Not Rated, 12k (WIP)
Yuuri, Victor, and Phichit are long-time friends who decide to form their own law firm. The trio has found remarkably success, despite the constant bickering between Yuuri and Victor. When the sexual tension between these two best friends erupts, bringing them crashing together in a drunken one-night stand, the fate of their new firm becomes uncertain.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
let’s go steal an ice rink by FullmetalChords, Mature, 28k (WIP)
That one AU where Yuuri is a grifter, Victor is a criminal mastermind, and somehow they end up saving the world together. Also featuring catburglar Yuri, hitter Otabek, and hacker Phichit.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Setting Sun by LittleLostStar, Explicit, 66k (WIP)
Just before he skates at the Hot Springs On Ice, Yuuri receives a photo of his drunken GPF banquet antics; consumed with humiliation over a night he can’t remember, he loses the competition. Victor goes back to Russia with Yurio, and Yakov comes to train Yuuri in Japan. One night, frustrated and miserable, Yuuri posts some personally relevant song lyrics on Instagram—and wakes up the next morning to find that Victor has posted lyrics that seem to be a reply.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Only You by quesadiaz, Teen, 59k (WIP)
In the year 2021, Victor Nikiforov, retired professional figure skater and Number One Husband, steps into a taxi to make his way home from the grocery store, arm full of vegetables and fruits to bring home to his beautiful husband and loyal old dog. A sharp sound and a blur of color is the only warning before Victor wakes up in the year 2016, sitting in a first class seat on an ascending airplane headed for Fukuoka, Japan.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Katsudon for Gold by cROAissant (RoamingShadow), Gen, 4.5k
Somewhere along the road, “I might never like you” morphed into “I would die for this child”, and Yuri Plisetsky would be six feet under before Victor fucking Nikiforov would lay his thirsty hands on his precious student.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Void by copperwings, Teen, 14k
When Yuuri is discovered to be Void and his home town turns against him, he escapes into the world of figure skating. On the ice he can play the role of anyone and not be restricted by what he actually is, but off the ice it’s a constant battle of trying to hide his true nature from the world.

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Rec’d by @mmeishi :
Wound Up by Temptalia, Explicit, 24k (WIP)
Victor Nikiforov, face of popular idol group Agape, is at the top of his career, but a low point in his life. His reckless and sometimes self-destructive tendencies cause endless worry for his fellow group members: Yurio, Chris, and Otabek. When the time comes to go in a sexy new direction for the group’s image, Yuuri Katsuki lands an audition and knocks Victor off of his feet. However, Victor has a strange feeling he’s met Yuuri somewhere before.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Ah, deceit. by Nikiforlove, Gen, 11k (WIP)
Viktor is the head of the Russian Mafia, charming, sleek and confident. He’s a very hasty man, and he prefers fieldwork over office work, and Yakov’s pissed. Surprise, surprise! Yakov signed a contract with the JP Mafia without Viktor’s consent, to get him a consigliere who would maybe, make up for what Viktor lacks. Oh boy, Viktor is pissed, he’s fuming. Damn, all he wanted was to go on a date with that bespectacled cutie he met the other day at the cafe.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
A Tale Carved on Ice by Adora, Teen, 2.6k
A bittersweet tale about the magic we lost and the one we found again.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Bottle Me Your Smile by Ncj700, Not Rated, 35k (WIP)
In a tiny village on the edge of the kingdom, Yuuri Katsuki – common as mud Pharmakeia owner – embarks on a goal to achieve a childhood goal. With the help of the world’s greatest magical, and a missing potion ingridient, he will achieve it.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
The Stars Incline Us, They Do Not Bind Us by AuraJenkins, Gen, 4.4k
Yuuri has always known that he was different, he was fairly sure that being born with the ability to see everyone’s red strings of fate, tying soulmates together, wasn’t normal. Stranger than this is the realisation that his string extends past the sky.


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Chickens: spend upwards of an hour carefully selecting a nest site that’s private and safe from predators

Also chickens: I’ve done an egg! Look at my egg! That’s mine, that is! I did it! It’s an egg! I’VE! DONE! AN! EEEEEEEEGGGGGGGG!!!!!

The Wrong Girl

Originally posted by sunshinemgg

All right. It took me a while, but here is my piece for Hannah’s Trope Challenge! My trope was “One character gets kidnapped and the other has to rescue them.” And my OC, of course, is my girl Allyson Reid from my CM AU. Enjoy!

@reiding-and-writing

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This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening. How the hell had he allowed this to happen? Seriously. An IQ of 187 and he had let this son of a bitch overtake him as easily as if he was that scared little 12-year-old in high school again. But not only that, he’d let that no good piece of scum take his sister away right in front of him.

Had it really been only three days since they’d been called in by the Chicago Police Department to investigate the abductions and subsequent deaths of four women over the course of less than a week? The last two girls had been taken and dumped within less than twenty-four hours of each other, meaning the unsub was escalating and very quickly spiraling out of control. A fact that became very apparent when Garcia informed them on the plane ride there that yet another woman had been reported missing.

Sure enough, Jenna Martinez had been found the next morning just like the others: her body broken and beaten, showing clear signs of torture, a large dark bruise encircling her neck where it was obvious he had strangled her to death. They had profiled him as a misogynistic sadist who got off on gaining control over his victims. The four women he murdered were all different physically—hair color, skin color, age, height, weight—and the team at first wondered if they had been merely victims of opportunity. But then, Garcia did her thing as only Garcia could and once they learned the personalities of these women, the victimology became clear.

He was going after women who were classified as being more quiet and passive, women who had been victims of abuse at some point in their lives, women who he could easily exert his control over. And now…he had Allyson.

“We’re wasting time! We need to go after him!”

“Well, first we need to make sure you don’t have a concussion, Reid!”

“Morgan, I’m not nauseous, confused, or dizzy, my coordination has not been impaired, and the only pain in my head is the bruise I got from when that bastard hit me!” Reid angrily shouted, trying to push aside the ice pack that the EMT had been attempting to place on the back of his sore head. “He took Ally!”

“We know, Spence, we know,” JJ said, her tone soft in an attempt to soothe him. But it did little to make him feel better right now.

“Then maybe we should be doing something about it!” Reid retaliated as another EMT had to physically hold his head steady while the other one attempted to tape up the gash on the side of his face. “You saw what he did to those other women!”

“We did,” Hotch said. “And that’s why we aren’t going to panic and we’re going to keep our heads. All right?”

Something about the commanding tone of his voice broke through Reid’s panic in a way that the others couldn’t. Despite the fact that his eyes still shone with fearful tears, the young doctor swallowed against the sobs brewing in his throat and slowly nodded. Rossi walked over and took a seat opposite Reid.

“Think about it this way, kid,” he began softly. “We know who this guy is and we can use that to help track him.”

“We profiled that he would have a secondary location,” Prentiss added. “And based on what we know about this guy, we can apply the profile to him and figure out where he would take someone.”

Morgan walked over and put a hand on Reid’s shoulder. “Your sister is strong, kid,” he said quietly. “She’ll be okay.”

Although, it didn’t take a profiler to hear the subtle shake in Morgan’s voice on that last word. It was obvious that the team was all worried about the fate of their young agent. Even though they knew Allyson was strong and even though they knew she could hold her own against an asshole unsub like this guy, that didn’t change the fact that four women were dead. And it certainly didn’t change the fact that now that he knew the FBI was involved, he would be escalating even faster than he had been before.

However, being the misogynist that he was, it was possible that Allyson’s aggressive attitude—so unlike that of his other victims—would intrigue him and encourage him to take his time with her. And while that would certainly give them more of an opportunity to find her, it wasn’t very much of a comfort to any of them.

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Every nerve in her body was alert and on fire at this point. Half of her was feeling absolutely terrified because she knew, even before she opened her eyes, that things were about to get a lot worse before they got better. She knew something had been off about this Christian Phelps guy from the second she and Spencer had arrived at his house. For one thing, he wouldn’t even look her in the eye, and anytime she asked him a question, he would direct his answer only to her brother. In fact, the more she tried to take control of the interview, the angrier he seemed to get.

If only she had figured it out before he had a chance to knock out her brother and steal her away.

The cold steel felt tight around her wrists. The fact that he had restrained her with her own handcuffs seemed to upset her more than it should. He already thought he had her. He already thought he was in control of the situation. But Allyson doubted if he truly knew how badly he had messed up. Or that he was about to screw with the absolute wrong girl.

The door in front of her opened, and she couldn’t suppress a smirk as Christian Phelps made his way over to her. She wasn’t surprised to see the disappointed look on his face. She knew that the other women he had tortured were probably terrified and crying right now, which was exactly what he wanted. And even though Allyson would be lying if she didn’t admit that she was silently panicking inside, she wasn’t about to give this bastard the satisfaction he was craving.

“If you’re expecting tears, I’m sorry to tell you that you’re sadly mistaken,” Allyson said.

“You say that now,” Christian replied, his eyes boring into her own. “But you won’t be so confident when I’m done with you.”

“Funny. Confidence has never been an issue for me,” Allyson said. “Tell me, Christian, just how degrading is it for you to be unable to sexually satisfy a woman without beating the shit out of her?”

As was expected, that comment was met with a backhand across her face, nearly causing her to stumble backward, the chains around her wrists the only thing keeping her upright. She slowly straightened herself back up, spitting a glob of blood on the floor.

“You talk too much,” Christian said.

“You should meet my brother then,” Allyson replied, smiling back up at him despite the fact that her split lip was stinging horribly. “If you think I talk too much…”

He grabbed her face in his one hand, holding a knife in the other, bringing the tip of the blade mere inches from her eye. “I could tell right away that you were going to be a problem,” he snarled, her cheek now damp with spittle from his mouth. “A problem I intend to fix.”

“Well, you have a lot of work cut out for you,” Allyson replied, instantly wincing as he flicked the blade across her cheek. Warm blood poured down her face as he smiled wickedly.

“When I’m done with you,” he began, “you’ll be begging me to stop.”

Allyson did what she could to keep herself calm, bracing herself as he brought the tip of the blade down again.

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“Sir, you know that I have nothing but the utmost and utter respect for you and that I trust your word above anything else,” Garcia began, fighting against the shake in her voice. “But please, for the love of all that is holy, please tell me that you are kidding me right now.”

“Unfortunately, I’m not, Garcia,” Hotch replied sadly. “And that’s why I need you to work as fast as you can. He’s only had her for about an hour which means the odds are still relatively in our favor.”

“Oh sir, as the great Han Solo once said: never tell me the odds!” Garcia exclaimed, doing her best to keep her voice steady. “Lay it on me. Where can we start?”

“Tell us everything you can about this Christian Phelps guy,” Morgan said.

Clack. Clack. Clack. Clack. “Well, he certainly sounds like an…awful, disgusting scum bag,” Garcia replied. “He’s been picked up by the cops multiple times for drunken disorderliness and cases of aggravated assault and battery. His ex-wife finally filed a restraining order against him after he came to her house and threatened her with a knife. Poor girl probably went into witness protection to get away from this guy. Looks like over the past five years, he hasn’t been able to keep a job for more than a few months. Employers keep getting complaints about his violent temper and his degrading, sexual harassment towards his female coworkers. And please for the love of God, don’t let me read anymore about this sicko who has taken our beloved girl away from us.”

Her voice squeaked on the last word, and it took her a moment and several deep breaths to calm herself back down. The rest of the team was exchanging worried and concerned looks with each other. Reid had gone completely stiff, his eyes wide and staring at the ground without actually seeing it, almost as if he forgot the rest of them were even in the room.

“Other than his current address, are there any other properties in his name?” Rossi asked.

Garcia sniffed and sadly shook her head. “Negative on that front. Although with this guy’s track record, I doubt anyone would grant him a lease application.”

“How about his ex-wife?” Prentiss asked. “Anything in her name?”

Garcia typed again, and the team were happy to hear her voice perk up slightly. “I have a small townhouse that has been rented in his ex-wife’s name,” she replied. “It’s been paid for in cash every month and it looks fairly isolated.”

“What’s the address?” Reid asked, snapping himself out of his shock and leaning closer to the phone, as if seeking comfort in Garcia’s next words.

“Sent to you now!” Garcia replied. “Stay safe, my loves. And please bring my girl Ally back safely!”

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A pained moan escaped Allyson’s lips as Christian removed the knife one final time. Blood trickled down her body from several deep cuts. She could already feel herself growing lightheaded, but she forced herself to remain alert. This asshole wasn’t getting anything out of her if she could help it. He could cut her all he wanted, but she would not cry. She would not plead. And she definitely wouldn’t make him feel as though he was in control.

She did that once in her life. Never, ever again.

“Had enough yet?” Christian said, brushing her damp hair out of her eyes with the tip of his knife.

“Oh please,” Allyson replied. “I could go all day.”

He grabbed her face again, and she hated the fact that she couldn’t bite him. “Someone needed to put you in your place a long time ago,” he snarled. His eyes suddenly lit up as he added, “I could show you what a real man is like.”

“You stick that twig you call a penis anywhere near me, and I will break in half,” Allyson replied, all trace of sass gone from her voice. Up above her, she could feel the hook holding her cuffed hands to the ceiling starting to give way. All she needed to do was keep him distracted for just a few more minutes.

Unfortunately, her last comment earned her another smack in the face, once again sending her reeling. The stifled scream escaped her lips before she had a chance to stop it. As she struggled to straighten herself, she heard the sound of Christian fumbling with his belt.

“It’s time you learned some goddamn respect, bitch,” he said, through gritted teeth.

Allyson took several deep breaths, once again fighting against the lightheadedness. “And it’s time you learned something too, Christian,” she began, hearing a satisfied click above her. “You fucked with the wrong girl.”

Before he had a chance to figure out what she meant by that, Allyson had managed to detach herself from the ceiling. She kicked forward, catching Christian in the knee. As he grunted in pain, she drove her elbow into his stomach, bringing her cuffed hands together and punching him square in the face. He howled in agony, blood dripping down his nose into his mouth. While he was distracted, she moved herself behind him, wrapping her elbow around his neck, squeezing as hard as she could against his carotid artery. He clawed at her arm, but she held on tightly as the two of them sunk to the floor.

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As the black SUVs approached the townhouse, the tensions amongst the team were definitely high. On the one side, he hadn’t had Allyson for very long, not to mention the fact that she had definitely been able to hold her own more than once. But at the same time, he was escalating, growing more and more violent as time went on. If she continued to deny him what he truly wanted, he could want to speed up the torture instead of prolonging it like he did with the others.

Morgan and Reid were in one SUV, neither of them saying a word nearly the entire drive. Morgan knew they were both worried about what was happening to Allyson, but he could only imagine what was going through his younger friend’s mind right now. In fact, Morgan could remember a situation very similar to this one several years ago, when they were on their way to a small cemetery, and the seat next to him had been occupied by the other twin, constantly unloading and reloading her weapon as she contemplated taking down the man who had caused her brother so much pain.

“She’s going to be okay, kid,” he said softly. “You have to have faith in that.”

“I will when I know she’s okay,” Reid replied, his voice barely audible, his eyes staring down at his hands, which were clenched into tight fists in his lap. “If that…bastard has hurt her…”

“Hey,” Morgan said. “We’re going to get her. I promise you.”

But just like Allyson had seemed skeptical back in Atlanta, Reid refused to acknowledge Morgan’s words. In fact, he hardly moved at all until the house finally came into view. As soon as the car stopped, Reid instantly tensed up, getting out of the car before the ignition had even been cut. Morgan followed after him as the second SUV pulled up. They pulled their weapons out, glanced back at Hotch for the go-ahead, glanced once at each other, and, with a nod from Reid, Morgan raised his leg and kicked the door down.

As the BAU made their way through the house, they weren’t entirely sure what they were going to find. The initial thought was that they would be walking into a hostage situation. Nothing they hadn’t done a hundred times. However, as they cleared through the kitchen and walked into the back room, the sight that met their eyes was definitely not one they had been expecting.

Christian Phelps was lying flat on his back, his face bloodied from a clearly broken nose. He was out cold, but still alive. And standing over him—bruised, bloodied, and exhausted—was their beloved Agent Reid. The adrenaline that had coursed through her veins during her fight with Christian had now left her, her injuries starting to take their toll. Nevertheless, she flashed her team a smile as she saw them walk into the room.

“About time you guys showed up,” she said, grimacing against the pain as she raised her shackled wrists. “Morgan, would you be so kind as to unlock these? I seem to have misplaced my key.”

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@dontshootmespence @original-criminal-fanfics @sassygeek77 @rmmalta @imagicana @ultrarebelheart @timelesstay @mxolh @stunudo @cherrybombs-and-rabbitholes @adropintheocean1234567 @reidoneshots @reidbyers @ilikepipecleanerswitheyes @milkandcookies528

its past midnight and i have to get up at 6:30 am and so i draw my OTP sleeping on each other

well time for bed

Hello everyone, you can call me Mod Panda!

I’m so excited to have joined this wonderful blog with these amazing, kind and hardworking people! I figured I’d do a quick hello and introduce myself. You all can call me Panda, obviously, and I’m a 24 year old autistic university student studying Animation. I draw way too much Undertale to be healthy but hey, that’s why I’m here now! I live in England on what could be called a farm with my 5 dogs (3 Irish Wolfhounds, 1 Shihtzu x Jack Russell, 1 Pug x Bischon Frise in case anyone’s wondering) and 20 Ex-Battery hens.

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Let us be silly and free,

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8-inch Naval Guns on Oahu

In 1942, the US Navy planned to replace the 8″/55 main batteries of the aircraft carriers USS Lexington (CV-2) and USS Saratoga (CV-3) with 5″/38 dual-purpose twin-gun mounts, which could be used in an anti-aircraft role. The Hawaiian Department, US Army, was interested in using the gun mounts as coastal artillery.

By 26 January 1942, all of Saratoga’s four 8″/55 mounts were removed from the vessel and presented to the Hawaiian Department. Whether the mounts were removed at Pearl Harbor or the Puget Sound Navy Yard remains unknown.

Lexington’s four gun mounts were removed from the ship at Pearl Harbor on 30 March 1942, and was presented to the Hawaiian Department four days later. Before 5″/38 mounts could be installed, Lexington was sunk during the Battle of the Coral Sea on 8 May 1942.

Due to time constraints the turrets were not dismantled and were turned over to the Army in their original form, together with spare parts and other materials. This was the first time naval turret mounts had been used as coastal artillery for the US. Battery Arizona would be another case, even though the battery was never completed.

Gun mounts removed from USS Lexington formed the Opaeula and Wilridge batteries, and those from USS Saratoga formed the Brodie and Salt Lake batteries.

Here are some statistics of the 8″/55 Mk 9 naval gun:

  • Weight: 30 tons
  • Length, overall: 449 inches
  • Projectile weight: 260 lbs AP, Mk 20
  • Propellant charge: 90 lbs NC
  • Muzzle velocity: 2,800 f/s
  • Maximum range: 31,860 yds, at 41°
  • Elevation: +41°/-5°
  • Loading angle: 5°
  • Rate of fire: 3-4 rounds per minute
  • Recoil: 29.65 inches
  • Approximate barrel life: 715 rounds
  • Elevating rate: 6° per second
  • Train rate: 3.5° per second
  • Twin mount weight: 187 tons

Some time later the batteries were renamed Battery Louis R. Burgess (ex-Salt Lake), Battery Ricker (ex-Brodie), Battery Riggs (ex-Opaeula) and Battery Kirkpatrick (ex-Wilridge).

The batteries were eventually demolished, with some parts remaining. An underground storage tank, BCS(Battery Commander’s Station)/radar operating rooms and some other parts of the batteries remain today.

Source:

Bennett, John D. Oahu’s 8-inch Naval Turret Batteries 1942-1949. The Coastal Defense Journal, 22(1).

Toll, Ian W. Pacific Crucible: War at Sea in the Pacific, 1941-1942.

Thought I would have a relaxing day outside and read but things didn’t stay that way for long. Introducing 2 of our newest Ex Battery Girls. Amelia and behind her Twinkie. They have regained their feathers and are the most naughty out of all our hens we have ever had.

Cheeky, curious and have no fear of anything, especially me :-))). They walk all over me when I lie down, follow me everywhere and I mean EVERYWHERE!!!! And peck everything to death!

I adore these to and they know it, they love lots of cuddles :-))

[…] Not to say that having chickens for eggs is bad of course…! But for being bred to produce so many that it effects them like this, it’s very sad. But so saying, where should one look to get hens that DON’T have these issues? It seems like it’s partially breed but also source. But if hatcheries and feed stores aren’t the best, what do you think?
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@wombatscallywag


(sorry for the quote, I wasn’t sure how else to reply to this)
Well, this is a really personal choice! There are many options, and there may be options that I don’t know about.

1) Some folks choose to rescue “Battery hens”, meaning, hens from commercial egg producers that typically will raise hens for the first year of laying, and will generally either sell them off at that point or force molt them and get another year from them before selling. Most such hens get sold to the meat industry (pet food, chicken ‘stock’, chicken products other than meat cuts) but some people are able to buy a few and rescue them. There are resources out there depending on where you live. This is not an option for everyone, though, because of location, or biohazard to existing flock members (meaning, if someone has chickens already, there is a small risk of bringing in disease with rescued hens). Some people also prefer to raise birds from chicks, which is not possible with ex-battery hens. Such hens are sometimes special needs and might need extra care or help, because they have been living in such awful conditions their whole lives, and they often are in really poor condition when you first get them, so having a basic understanding of avian health and care is very useful. Many are beak-clipped and will need deeper feeding dishes. And, sadly, many may need vet care if they do develop problems due to their breeding. Still, if you have the will to do so and the means, it can be very rewarding to see a chicken learn what it is to have a good life, after being so miserable. Rescued battery hens can be so friendly, that it will break your heart to think of how they used to live.

2) Local / independent / individual breeders. Local breeders can be awesome, or awful. Just like with any animal, some people breed responsibly and some don’t. This simply requires a lot of research into the breeder. Just like with other pets, careful, thoughtful, responsible breeders contribute to animal welfare, not detract from it. A good, responsible, careful breeder is a wonderful thing. It just takes homework to find them.

3) Small scale hatcheries, such as Greenfire Farms (in the US) that breed for health and longevity over sheer quantity, and take very good care of their breeding birds, and never kill “extra” males as some commercial hatcheries do. (”[…] to avoid pursuing a similar strategy on a smaller scale, at Greenfire Farms we sell our birds two ways, neither of which requires us to kill males:  we sell day-old chicks and juvenile pairs of birds.  We don’t sell trios (one male and two females) because the hidden cost of that transaction is that we would have to kill a male.”). There is typically a wait list, and the birds are more expensive (partially due to being rare breeds in some cases), because you are paying for the good care of the birds all the way around.

4) Chicken meets, swaps, trades, county fairs, Craigslist, etc. This is a real crapshoot. You might get birds that were well bred for health, or hatchery birds that someone else raised and is now selling/getting rid of, or who even knows what. I gently want to warn people against doing this, even if the birds seem like they are well cared for. There are a  handful of chicken diseases out there that can not only wipe out your birds, but they are highly contagious among chickens. I have researched a few at great length so I am not simply some weirdo trying to scaremonger. Some are so virulent that once you have the disease on your property, you can never get rid of it. Some people get lucky and never introduce such diseases, but some people get very, very unlucky. It is heartbreaking to see a pet succumb to some of these ailments. Quarantining new birds for at least 30 days in a separate airspace is helpful but no guarantee against communicable disease, especially given that some chickens can be carriers and never show symptoms, all while spreading something that can be terminal. The commercial poultry industry has inadvertently bred some “superbugs” in regards to chicken diseases, and backyard keepers often pay the price.

anonymous asked:

- do you know why i can't lose weight? since summer is almost here where I live I don't wanna wear summer clothes or a bikini at all it's making me so depressed. I didn't have a eating disorder or anything before either. I wasn't skinny before either. Hope your reply thanks for reading

This girl, her ex thru battery acid on her face.

Maybe you should write her and tell her that you don’t look as good as you want in a bikini just yet and are feeling depressed about how things are just not happening as fast as you think you deserve them. Ask her if she has any advice?