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reds-writings · 2 months

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crashin' the party

(pairing: rust cohle x fem!reader)

a/n: a bit of a whopper that had me stumped for a bit. i sincerely hope you like it. i didn't plan to go this far with the jj universe but the more i do the more fun i have with these two! i'm going to rearrange my masterlist a bit and put these parts in a more chronological order! this part technically takes place before the events of if only tonight we could sleep. feedback is always cherished and my requests are open!

word count: roughly 6.7k

warnings: cursing, fighting (verbal and physical), two idiots being dumb, miscommunication trope, the boy's a liar, guns, mentions of drugs, rust self-sabotaging, marty being marty, ANGST, making up at the end, things can be a lil toxic, reader gets the shit end of the stick in most of this, etc

You hadn’t been able to shake the feeling that something rather egregious was brewing behind your back over the past several days. Starting with the unfortunate shitshow that was Marty’s young thing of a mistress letting Maggie in on his line of transgressions due to a fit of spite. The fallout was more than unsavory which had him plenty distracted with trying to hopelessly pick up the shattered pieces of his now blown-up marriage.

Then, Rust decided to take a few week's leave in the middle of the case. Which came completely out of left field given his obsession with having this all solved more rapidly due to the ever-shortening time limit Quesada had set for you all. A dying father in Alaska or something along those lines. He hadn’t exactly informed you of it directly himself until you rang him up the night he was supposedly set to depart.

“Heard you were takin’ leave.” You idly twisted the phone chord between your fingers as you sat atop your kitchen counter. One of your coworkers at the precinct had mentioned it off-handedly earlier in the day and you were more than curious as to why everyone else seemed to know of Rust’s so-called last-minute trip and not you.

“Yeah.” Rust’s static voice sounded back to you, sounding stranger than what was his usual. More dazed and gruff.

“In the middle of this case?”

“Mhm…”

“...Mind sharin’ why?” He was being more elusive than usual and it was starting to grate your nerves further by the minute.

“Visitin’ my father. Anchorage. He’s dyin’.”

Oh.

“I’m uh...I'm sorry to hear that…when are you headin’ out? Need me to drive you to the airport or somethin’?-”

“Marty’s takin’ me. Tonight.”

That made you even more surprised. It wasn’t like the two were necessarily all that chummy. You tried not to let it sting that there seemed to be a purposeful choice in having Marty take him instead of you. The dynamic between you two wasn’t at its most idyllic but you hadn’t thought it to be too strained despite recent events. Things with the investigation were just piling up, getting trickier and more stressful to manage as time ticked on.

Sure, you guys hadn’t exactly been able to elaborate further on what was the bomb of feelings he had all but dropped on you but you hadn’t been taking it personally. At least not until now. Maybe he was starting to regret things. This was probably him pulling away so you’d get the hint to not be so keen on him moving forward. Were you coming off as desperate? Suffocating?

Realizing you’d yet to say anything you cleared your throat a bit, “Thought Marty would’ve been too busy dealin' with winning back Maggie and everything...” The couple already managed to give you more than a migraine or two since things went to shit. On top of Marty’s deep-seated 'woe is me' bullshit, Maggie had managed to stop by demanding answers in a hysterical flurry to things you had no knowledge of or frankly any business in.

“I won’t be back for a bit.” It was becoming apparent that he wanted to finish up this conversation sooner rather than later.

“Okay…I guess I’ll keep lookin’ for leads and whatnot. There might be a girl I know from way back who’s tied up in the kind of crowd we’re lookin’ at. I’m hopin’ she might be familiar with Ledoux or somethin’. If there’s anything you want me diggin’ into just give me a shout I guess.”

He was silent for a moment you considered too prolonged.

“I gotta head out. Keep track of what you find. Marty’ll be watchin’ my place.”

“You got it.”

More silence.

“Bye, Y/n.”

“Bye-” The line went dead before you knew it.

Geez.

The dial tone mocked you as you sat there in curling embarrassment. You don’t think he’d ever blown you off so bluntly before. Not even when you two first met. Your neck and face started to grow warm as you fought off the increasing sense of rejection brought on by your own insecurities and his sudden callousness. You were just overthinking things. Rust’s father was dying and it wasn’t like you could expect him to properly express what it was he was going through. You just had to be somewhat okay with standing by on the sidelines until he was ready to open up on the matter.

You hadn’t heard much about Rust’s parents or his upbringing but from what little tidbits he managed to drop it wasn’t anything to be envious of. Things seemed complicated from the sounds of it so you had no doubt Rust was probably just having a tougher time trying to navigate what he felt in anticipation of the grief that awaited him ahead.

Meanwhile, after hanging up on you, Rust couldn’t help but bring a heavy hand to his eyes as he sighed through his nose. Marty eyed him warily as he sat across from him in the depressing confines of his partner’s apartment.

“So you lied to her.”

Rust didn’t bother meeting the blonde’s disappointed look.

“You don’t think that oughta blow up in your face? She’s sharper than you may realize…ain’t some fragile thing who can’t handle her shit-”

“Don't need her on this, Marty.” Rust tried remaining passive at the mention of you.

Things were becoming too complicated. A consequence of his pathetic failure to keep his baneful desires in check. Giving in to those false hopes had him feeling increasingly weak and cheap the longer he had time to sit and torture himself over it. To entertain such notions with you was cruel to an extent he found himself severely uncomfortable with. It wouldn’t work. Not in this lifetime or perhaps any other that would exist in the infinite hell that was the universe. If he backed away now perhaps he could still hold onto whatever little semblance of control he had left.

“Don’t need her on this or don’t want her on this? There’s a mighty big difference, buddy.” Marty didn’t necessarily know about the recent developments between you two but it was apparent he was becoming aware that something was afoot. The pair stared at each other long and hard.

“This is a two-man job. No need for added weight.” Rust broke first, taking a long drag from the cigarette pinched between his nimble fingers.

“Sure, if that’s what you need to tell yourself. This is her case too and I don’t appreciate you havin’ me be part of some lie-”

“I can remind you that you haven’t had much of a problem with lyin’ as of late-”

“Oi, don’t get all judgy with me just cause you’re scared of somethin’ you ain’t got the emotional bandwidth to fuckin’ handle on your own. Y/n’s a smart girl. Strong. It would be unwise of you to underestimate her abilities because of some holdup you’ve got-”

“Marty.” Was Rust’s final warning. The steeliness of it had the blonde’s hands going up in mock surrender. If Rust didn’t want to unpack his growingly obvious partialness towards you then he wouldn’t bother pressing. It’s not like he was much in the mood to help out the pissy curmudgeon he called a partner with any hypothetical advances toward you. Marty saw you as something similar to that of a little sister. He wasn’t sold on the idea of romance, if Rust were even capable of the notion, happening between you two. In his opinion, your heart was just too big for the likes of Rust. He didn’t want to see you put in the monumental effort of caring for the hopeless loner only to be sorely disappointed in return.

The days following the odd phone call had that intuitive feeling in your gut growing all the more sour. You tried your best to find more on Ledoux but the bastard was practically a ghost. Any and all traces left behind were either long gone by now or slipping from you faster than you could blink. Marty wasn’t being much help either, hardly showing up at work or being in a perpetual state of buzzed when he did actually bother to grace everyone with his presence.

Though, anytime you did really manage to catch him he couldn’t bring himself to look you in the eye for longer than what he deemed necessary. Either the obvious bout of drinking he was throwing himself into was reaching a dangerously depressive territory or he was feeling guilty about something else entirely. He never was the best at bluffing when it came to things outside of the job. It was even more rare to find yourself in a situation where he had something to lie about to you in the first place.

Something was definitely up.

“Maggie talk to you yet?” You asked, setting down a styrofoam box of takeout in front of him as he sat miserably hungover at his desk. He took a peek inside and mumbled a quick ‘thanks’ before deciding to dig in.

“No…she ain’t answerin’ any of my calls. Her pops told me to fuck off plenty already so he ain’t an option of gettin’ through to her neither.”

“It’s a pretty big deal, Marty. It’s best to probably just…give her time to feel angry. Your constant pokin’ at her is only gonna drive her away further. Goin’ to the hospital huffin’ and puffin' like you did didn’t help your case either.” You sipped your coffee as you watched him rub at his eyes.

“I just needed her to hear me out. Hell, I even got Rust to go-” His stocky shoulders locked up suddenly, seeming to have caught himself in revealing too much before settling on shoveling more food into his mouth.

Your eyes tightened in suspicion.

“Speakin’ of, you heard anything from Rust while he’s been away?”

Marty shook his head a little too fast to be considered convincing, “Not a peep,” Obvious lie, “can’t imagine the intense bouts of angst he’s brewing up for himself all the way where he's holed up.”

“Mhm. How’re you holdin’ up at his place? Need me to bring by anything? I know it ain’t necessarily the Hilton-”

“N-no! I’m good. No. I uh-...I got some groceries the other day. It’s a mystery how that guy survives with what little he keeps in his damn fridge. Just ridiculous.” He coughed and took a sip of his own coffee, avoiding your growingly pointed glare. He could feel sweat start to form on his brow and he knew he needed to head out before he fucked everything up even more. Having Maggie angry at him was already enough to deal with.

“I bet. Listen-”

“L-Look I gotta get goin’. Regrettably, I drank too much last night and it’s honest to God catchin’ up to me right about now and I don’t need Quesada givin’ me shit. Sorry to bail on ya but I’ll see you later, a-alright? Thanks for the food.” Marty scrambled to get his stuff before semi-hurrying to scamper off. He could feel your eyes burning at the back of his head but he didn’t dare to look back.

Unfurling your arms you sat your mug down and reached for the receiver on your desk. It was a last-ditch effort, dialing Maggie, to see if Marty’s slip of the tongue about Rust meant anything substantial. If they were chatting here and there while Rust was away that was fine. If Marty was having Rust get through to Maggie all the way from where he was that was fine too. If Rust wasn’t in Alaska at all then you’re sure that ugly sensation building within you would multiply tenfold easily. After a few rings the line clicked with an answer.

“Hello?” Maggie’s soft lilt came from the other line. She sounded a little less upset than when you last saw her but still tired nonetheless.

“Hey, Mags. It’s Y/n. Just wanted to see what you were up to. How’re you holdin’ up?” You tried to maintain an air of complete casualness. No ulterior motives to this call whatsoever.

“Oh, hey! I uhm…I’m doing okay I guess. Trying not to let everything catch up to me all at once, y’know. It’s been hard…keeping what I can away from the girls. Marty just won’t quit it with trying to wear me down. It’s exhausting.”

“Yeah…I told him to leave you be but he never was much of an avid listener. We may work together but just know I ain’t takin’ his side on all this.” You offered up and it was true. Marty may have been your coworker for several years now and something close to a decent friend but this wasn’t something you were gonna coddle him about. The consequences of his petty adultery were ones he had to deal with entirely on his own.

“Thank you. You should try telling Rust that. Marty’s resorted to having him try to talk me down too, if you can believe it. Not that it worked or anything but I’m getting tired of feeling like I’m the one who should feel guilty for walking away when Marty decided to fuck it all up in the first place.” The woman’s tone grew a touch more frantic as her rant went more into detail but you stopped listening at the mention of Rust.

Y’know, the one who was supposed to be thousands of miles away right now.

“He got Rust to talk to you?” You interjected, only feeling a tiny pang of guilt for cutting in.

“Y-yeah. It uh…well it didn’t go to well. Y’know him. He didn’t try to blow smoke up Marty’s ass too much but he brought up the kids which more or less set me off. I said some harsh things but he just wouldn’t quit it with the whole ‘men and women don’t work' thing and 'our only purpose is reproduction’ or whatever bullshit spiel he had on his list of many-”

“When did this happen?”

“Earlier today. We met at some diner but it didn’t last long with him walking out. I do feel bad for getting ahead of myself but…I don’t know. If you see him could you tell him I’m sorry? I don’t want things being more uncomfortable than they already are between all of us…”

Ice started to spread like some nasty disease in your veins. The way your heart was stuttering out of rhythm had you grasping at your chest. You held the receiver between your ear and shoulder as your mind went blank at her simple confession. You didn’t know if what was actively consuming you was pure rage or a deep sense of betrayal. He had lied. They both lied. Like it was nothing.

Why?

Forcing yourself to sound unaffected you spoke up again, “Sure, I can do that for you. I’m sure he ain’t too hung up on whatever it is you said so I wouldn’t beat myself up over it. Sometimes he oughta be put in his place for what he lets slip out of his mouth.”

“You’re probably right. Thank you, Y/n.”

“No problem. I’ll check in with you later alright, Mags?” Your chest was starting to rise and fall at a rapid pace. You needed to get out of here.

“Alright, Y/n. Thank you again. Take care.” Was her warm reply before you set down the phone almost robotically.

They had really fucking lied.

It was well into the night by the time you found yourself parked outside of Rust’s apartment. The throbbing in your skull had grown exponentially since your chat with Maggie and the muscle in your chest had yet to cease its sickening pace. It felt as if you were experiencing everything from outside of your body. As if you had no control over your limbs when you clambered out of your car and nearly slammed the door off its hinges.

They wouldn’t lie to you like this. This was just one big misunderstanding. It had to be! You’d rather be angry for nothing than have the impending doom of betrayal strike you in a way that you felt would be irreversible.

They just wouldn’t do that to you.

Raising a shaking fist and pounding on the door, it sounded like you were there to raid the damn place like it was police business. You attempted to steady your breathing but as your impatience grew you found yourself pounding again when there wasn’t a fast enough answer. Marty and Rust’s respective vehicles were both here so there was no chance of no one being home.

Before you unleashed hell on the door once more it swung open to reveal a frazzled Marty. He stood there frozen, jaw opening and closing, visibly at a loss seeing your figure standing in the doorway. He looked ready to just about shit himself.

“Y/n! W-what-”

“Now, I know you know I ain’t stupid. So if you’ve got somethin’ you’re hidin’, which I know you are, you best 'fess up now-”

“I-I don’t know what-”

“Shut your fuckin’ mouth. I called Maggie. I know he's here.” You felt like some feral cat with its hackles rising by the minute. It was a rare occurrence to find yourself this upset.

“Y/n that ain’t-”

“If you have nothin’ you’re lyin’ about, if he's really not here then let me in.”

He opened his mouth only to be cut off, unsurprisingly, again.

“Now, Martin.”

The two of you stared at each other and Marty felt an unsettling sensation lick up his spine. There was no stopping you, especially not when you were like this. He must’ve hesitated for a hair too long because before he knew it you were slamming past the doorway, nearly knocking the wind out of him in the process.

The sight before you had you halting in the middle of your warpath. There stood Rust, still as a statue, looking like a full-blown tweakin’ asshole biker as if it were second nature to him. In the back of your mind, info from files about him being involved in undercover narcotics work for quite some time sparked recognition but you couldn’t seem to connect it with what was playing out right in front of you. All you knew was that something was obviously about to go down and they hadn’t even the slightest intention of making you aware.

It felt like one devastating punch to the stomach.

“What’s goin' on?” Your voice sounded foreign to your ears. It felt like your head was being held underwater as you stared down the man opposing you.

No one made a move to answer.

“I said what the fuck is goin' on.” Your tone grew stronger and both men had the nerve to look sorry at your state of distress.

“We have a line on Ledoux.” Rust ground out, having a hard time connecting with your gaze. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not tonight. Not ever. He didn’t need this. Didn’t need the distraction nor your wrath towards his pathetically selfish reasonings for not letting you in on any of this.

“And it just slipped your mind to give me the heads up? In case you might’ve forgotten I happen to work on this case with the both of you dipshits too. If there’s a tip towards that meth-head fuck then I’d think it’d be common knowledge that I oughta know too.” You snapped, venom bitterly coiled its way through you as the rage taking up space in your body had you hardly seeing straight.

“You didn’t need to be involved. It’s undercover work to get a way in with Ledoux. I don’t need both you and Marty to worry about when I’m dealing with-”

“Oh, fuck you! Fuck you both! That ain’t for you to decide. I can handle my shit just fine. You're tellin' me you two can throw yourselves into whatever shady bullshit it is your plannin' that could have you killed but I have to sit back like the clueless fuckin' idiot? Make that make fuckin' sense!” You were up in his face shouting now and it infuriated you that he was rearing back like some spooked horse to avoid your anger.

Fucking coward.

“Underestimatin’ me like this makes you just as bad as the rest of them in the department. If you think I lack the capability for any of this then you be a man and take that up with me. You don’t make that idiot over there lie for you.” You grabbed firmly at the worn leather of his stupid jacket and he just took it. His heart was hammering and he suddenly felt ill. This was all going wrong and his mind couldn’t keep up. Nothing wanted to pass the threshold of his lips.

Seeing that he wasn’t going to reply you let go, feeling sudden shame wash over you at your burst of hysteria. Your eyes were starting to burn intensely as the weight of the current circumstances started to settle down on you, making you take a few steps back.

You felt like nothing. It wasn’t an experience you were necessarily new to but having it come from them had you more blindsided than ever imaginable. All you could keep asking yourself was: why? Marty’s never doubted you or gone behind your back. He was one of the only ones who believed in you when you first started out as some newbie of an investigator. You’ve known him for nearly a decade and looking at his pitiful expression now only had you feeling disgusted.

Rust you couldn’t even bother to pick apart any further. You had the impression he respected you enough on the job but that had been debunked in nothing short of just a few hours. Where did he get off? You weren’t some burden who’d just weigh the whole process down with your implied inferiority. None of this was making any sense and your heaving shoulders failed to stop their jittering as you took in the room surrounding you. An old red toolbox sat on the carpeted floor between two lawn chairs with a few guns, random documents, drug baggies, and whatnot scattered around. A black satellite phone on the dining table’s surface caught your eye and a sharp exhale left your nose. Your eyes drifted back to Rust. The bated silence that had blanketed the room was unbearable to the two men.

“Whether you like it or not you’ve earned yourself an extra set of eyes. I’m sure Marty can catch me up on everything on the way to Tweakersville since y’all tell each other everything now durin' your lil’ sleepovers.” You snatched a pistol from the floor and tucked it into your waistband before stepping out.

“Dyin’ father in Anchorage…what a crock of shit…” Were your departing mumbles as you disappeared out the door. It took everything in Marty’s being to not let out the pettiest of ‘I told you so’s’.

Rust only moved to bring trembling fingers to check his pulse.

The resulting car ride between you and Marty was deathly quiet as you stared out the window. You could tell he wanted to speak up but finding the right words wasn’t coming easy to him. It wasn’t until you pulled up to the shithole that passed as a dive bar that he worked up the courage to blurt out his defense.

“I didn’t wanna lie to you.” You just scoffed and shook your head wryly.

“Yet here we are.”

“What we’re doin’ ain’t necessarily legal-”

“So? It’s ain't like I’m sheltered from the ways of a dirty cop. I’ve done my fair share of shit over the years.” The skin around your nails was becoming raw at your incessant biting and Marty ignored the urge to swat your hands away from yourself.

“This wasn’t done out of thinkin’ you weren’t capable. You have to know that.”

“You can say that but I’m still havin’ a hard time workin’ out any other reason why you’d try to fuck me over like this.” You fixed him with a hard stare and he could only sigh. God, were you stubborn when you wanted to be. He needed to save his own skin on this one, Rust be damned.

“Hon, Rust’s throwin’ himself back into some old gang mess for the sake of this case. Now, from the looks of it, I’d say he ain’t too keen on having to do it at all in the first place. I’m sure you’re aware of what working narcotics can do to the mind of a man for the minimal time he’s set to do it out on the field. Let alone what it could do one working at it for four years nonstop. The man nearly died doin’ all this shit on more than one occasion. Shootins...cartel torture. Which brings me to my next point.” Your partner watched you intently as if to make sure you were fully listening.

You made no signs of ignoring him so he continued,

“I don’t know what’s goin' on between him and you, if there even is somethin' going on, but it shouldn’t be hard for you to imagine that he’s strugglin' with it a whole lot. It’s obvious he don’t know how to come to terms with most of what he’s feeling so it’s hard to determine just what the hell he’d do when it comes to being interested in a woman. Let alone you.”

“I fail to see what you’re gettin’ at.” You knew exactly what he was implying but childish insolence held priority.

“Rust doubts you the least out of everyone around here. Perhaps out of everyone he’s encountered ever. You challenge his way of structure. All the Debby Downer bullshit he tells himself starts to lack any sense. Not bringin' you on this was an act of piss-poor self-preservation. He may not admit that and you may not bother to believe it but that’s just what I see. You know I wouldn’t vouch for him on shit like this out of charity.”

The words sank in deep as you ruminated over them. It made sense but out of pure stubbornness, you didn’t really want to acknowledge it right then and there. When you had a clearer head you could probably find yourself empathizing with Rust’s decisions but you felt like you did enough of that already when it came to any other screw-up of his. This instance cut deep for another reason. Your trust had been breached to an awful extent and it just wouldn’t work if you had to fear it happening again. Romantically or professionally. It wasn’t up to him to make these choices for you. Especially when it came down to your line of work. You couldn’t tolerate that type of interference.

“I’ll take that into consideration.” Is what you settled on before turning to people watch out of your rolled-down window.

“I really am sorry, Y/n.” He spoke up again but you were too worn out to accept anything else at the moment. Even if you knew he was being sincere.

You ignored the nagging in the back of your mind that things would likely go terribly wrong sometime tonight. It annoyed you that being as mad as you were you still had half the mind to pray Rust didn’t end up getting killed doing whatever it was he was doing with that gang leader Ginger. You'd be devastated, fight or no fight. Marty had tried assuring you this was all meant to be quick and easy but you didn’t believe it one bit.

Minutes passed before you and Marty made your way to split up inside the bar. Marty wanted to keep an eye on Rust and you just wanted to make sure Marty didn’t do something stupid. It was safe to say he stuck out like a sore thumb in his bright Pink Floyd shirt and trucker hat amongst the throngs of burly, tatted bikers prowling about. Your expression remained neutral as you felt the number of greedy eyes growing on you while you slinked around. The music was too loud and the thick haze of smoke stung your eyes. The smell in here was more or less repulsive, having you fight the urge to wrinkle your burning nose in disgust. Rust didn’t seem to be anywhere around inside, meaning he was striking the ‘deal’ somewhere out back where the other hoards of folks were hanging around.

It didn’t take long for a commotion to rise up with the unfortunate cause of it being Marty. He was bumbling out apologies as some big oaf all but dragged him out of the bar with people hollering after him. You tried your best to briskly follow, making it out in time to see the man get thrown onto his ass. Miscalculating your gait you just about slammed into the scary man from behind at his sudden stop.

Meaty hands yanked at your shirt and slammed your poor back into a post near the entrance. “Just what the fuck are you doin', bitch.”

Trying not to gag at the state of his breath you attempted to wiggle out of his grasp, “Was just tryin' to leave so you can get right up off me-”

The man shoved you again and took his huge mitt of a hand to your throat, “You and your punk ass friend don’t belong sniffin’ 'round here.”

“I don’t know that son of a bitch so fuckin' let go!-” A burst of stars entered your vision as his fist nearly sent you sailing down the old wooden ramp. A boot or two kicked at your curled-up figure, catching you in the ribs and stomach a few times. One even clocked you in the jaw and you hoped you’d still have teeth left if you were lucky enough to make it out. Heavy footsteps boomed against the growing crowd’s uproar and your adrenaline kicked itself up a few notches. The giant's paws cleared the way and jerked you up again, the force of it having your feet leave the ground for a split second. You were struck again, then once more before your hand fumbled behind your back and got a good grip on the pistol in your jeans.

Cold metal jabbed into the grand protrusion that was his belly and it had him stilling almost immediately.

“Unless you want a bullet or two in your fatass gut, I suggest you let me go.” You spat.

When you didn’t get an answer fast enough, the cocking of the gun’s hammer sure as hell had him dropping you fast. As soon as he did you smacked him across the face with the butt of it and sent him to his knees. A naive soul or two began to make a move but you were quicker in aiming the gun at them in warning. Blood from your nose leaked like a faucet into your gaping mouth as you struggled for air. They sure managed to get you good. The growing pain you felt all over attested to that fact.

Once you were sure no one else would pounce, you spit on the big man and backed away with your gun in the air. You nudged Marty with your boot to make him get the hell up before you two booked it back to the car. According to him, Rust got roped into going down the Bayou with Ginger so you two had to make it out quick.

So much for quick and easy.

You couldn’t even bother to check the time as you sat reclined in the car to wait for Rust’s signal. Marty parked at some mostly empty lot near a grocery mart and scurried inside to grab you a few things. The bag of frozen peas didn’t do much for your rapidly swelling eye or aching jaw. Your nose didn’t seem to be too broken but with all its nerves it made no difference in hurting like a bitch. The bleeding from both your nostrils and mouth had started to clot thankfully but you still sat wheezing from your abused ribs.

“So much for being able to fuckin' handle yourself.” Marty huffed as he flipped through a tattered copy of Rust’s Nietzche. What was intended as a laugh came out as a wet rattle instead, making the blonde look at you in alarm.

“He let go of me, didn’t he? Not like you were much use.” Your tongue rolled around in the space of your mouth, forgoing the taste of copper in making sure none of your pearly whites were at risk of falling out.

“How’re you gonna explain this at work?”

“I dunno. I’ll say I took a tumble down my staircase or somethin’. Who cares.” It was likely your lazy nonchalance was the result of a possible concussion. It was getting harder to keep yourself awake as you two were made to wait patiently.

“Oh yeah. Casual tumble down the stairs. Makes perfect fuckin’ sense-” Marty’s bickering was cut off by the satellite phone’s sudden shrill ringing. You both shot up, adrenaline entering your systems once more, before he hurried to answer it. You could faintly hear a shouted line of demands before Marty confirmed what he heard and peeled off toward the location Rust had given him. You willed your hands to steady as you fumbled with the map you pulled from the glove compartment, making sure you weren’t going the wrong way.

The ninety seconds Rust gave was more like an eternity before you skirted up to the neighborhood that felt like an active warzone. As he was nearing the vehicle with a stumbling man in his clutches, who you assumed was Ginger, you leaped out of the car to open up the back and usher them in. You raised your pistol in a one-handed grip, keeping the other on the door as they stumbled inside. There was shouting from figures out following in the distance and gunfire that was making its way closer and closer. When they found themselves situated you slammed the car door shut and sent off a warning shot or two to keep the approaching group away. Responding bullets were your only answer, having you all but swing back into the passenger’s seat as they whizzed past you. Only one had managed to skim past your ear in sheer dumb luck, leaving your ear ringing something awful.

With you safely inside, Marty sped off again at Rust’s sharp command. You couldn’t really hear their yelling over the pounding of your heart and the fact your right ear seemed to be temporarily out of commission from the narrowly missed bullet.

You couldn’t dwell too much on the fact that with an inch difference it would’ve been your head.

Hours later, daylight agitated your vision as you waited in the new setting that was Rust’s truck. After seeing the state you were in he all but hauled you with him to wherever he planned on taking Ginger, declaring he had some first aid kit he’d need to use on you. You didn’t bother putting up much of a fight when he ordered you to wait in the truck outside of the diner you stopped at after patching you up in the limited capacity he was able to. You were just too exhausted. You hadn’t even mustered the curiosity to get a good look at Ginger tied up in the back as you had driven. Probably safer that he didn’t get a good look at you anyway.

Rust’s plan b with Dewall didn’t seem to pan out too well either as he came back to the truck with a deep-set scowl. Shoving Ginger back into place all bound up before climbing in up front. There was still hope that Marty would successfully trail the cook to wherever his hideout may be but Rust’s silence was conceringly heavy. Though, now wasn’t the time or the place to get into it with him all over again. You must’ve dozed off somewhere during the ride because when you opened your eyes, well eye…the other having swelled completely shut by now, you were pulled over on some trail. Rust just sat staring out at the scenery, more than likely lost in a swirl of his own thoughts, taking a moment to collect himself. Ginger's form was long gone from the back.

At the sound of you rustling in your spot, he merely glanced your way before looking away again. There was a tick in his jaw that didn’t escape you and you sighed knowing you’d have to be the one to buck up first.

“It looks worse than it feels.” Lie. Even the scratchy croak of your voice called you out on it.

“I didn’t want you here for a reason. What good is it if you wind up dead-"

“What you want isn’t always what you get. Next time don't take me for some fool-”

“Don’t be fuckin’ stupid-”

“And don’t you talk to me like you’ve lost your goddamn mind just cause of your pride,” You nearly thundered as you stared him down, “What happened, happened. It’s over. We pulled through with your wild-ass cowboy mission. Your panties can untwist now.”

A warm hand came to grip at your ribs, not violently, but firm enough to prove his point when the pain from your bruising nearly blinded you. Your own hand snapped up to grip at his arm as if playing a fucked up game of chicken. Who would break first? You’d be damned if it were you. Though the look in the man’s eyes had you faltering. You’d seen it before. That deep-rooted fear that bled out against his own will when it came to you more often than not. It seemed to hit him harder now that he was getting a good look at your battered and bloodied face in the afternoon light. Marty’s words from earlier felt mocking as they rang in your head.

Rust doubts you the least out of everyone around here...not bringin' you on this was an act of piss-poor self-preservation.

The idea of anything with you made him scared. Scared for you and scared for himself.

“Why did you lie to me? Truly.” Your voice fell quiet, the fight in you left just as quickly as it had found you.

He just blinked before letting his hand drop from you, however, yours stayed on him, “You’re a smart girl. You can work it out for yourself I’m sure.” He almost sounded sardonic.

“Maybe. But I’d like to hear it from you.” It might’ve been foolish to expect confessions of pure honesty from him but you’d keep giving him that option should he ever choose.

When he said nothing you brushed a knuckle beneath his eye then across his sharp cheekbone. His tired eyes fought themselves from fluttering, trying not to let your touch utterly consume him whole. It proved to be even harder when your thumb swept feather-light over his chapped bottom lip before retreating completely.

“Anything can happen, y'know. Anywhere, anytime. If you find yourself fearful of that fact pertainin’ to me then you need to let it go. If the idea of this,” You made a small gesture between you both, “is too much for you or you’ve realized you don’t want it anymore then that’s okay. I’m a big girl. I can handle just about anything. Your sanity and the sake of our professional partnership hold more priority over my whims. I don’t want my existence scarin' you to where it creates this big rift or you go to these dumb lengths to push me away.”

Those long fingers of his fiddled with the ends of your hair, grounding himself with what little contact he was able to allow himself in the moment. He was still undecided on what he wanted to do with you. What he wanted to be with you. The paleness of his skin covered by the sheen layer of sweat from the comedown of whatever he likely took in the company of Ginger had him looking gaunt. Aged even. He found himself drifting between somewhere far away and being present here with you.

“This can’t happen again, Rust. Whether we’re something or not. Especially if we find ourselves workin’ together for however long down the road. It won’t work for me no matter the circumstance. Best believe I’ll be firm on that.” You flicked at this chin lightly, hoping some of the damage from the last twenty-four hours could be undone.

“I’m-...I’m sorry.” Came the only remaining thing that could sound from his throat. And you’d take it for now.

“I’ll get over it. Eventually. It might be a tall order but you need to get in the business of regulatin’ how you respond to your own emotions more.”

“Yes, ma’am.” His final response was slightly choked but he didn’t give much else away after that. Sniffling, you leaned to the side on the truck's leather bench seat to rest your head on his shoulder once he twisted forward to face the wheel. An arm circled around your frame, his large hand finding purchase in your hair and you let yourself go for a moment as the truck began to roll forward.

You continued down the path in a more comfortable silence where Marty would be waiting for you at the end to scout for Ledoux’s hideout. Soon this could all hopefully be over and done with. What would come after, though, you hadn’t the slightest clue.

a/n: forgive me, babes. they'll be happier (until 02). thanks for reading! i'll probably go back and edit this a bunch of times bc i'm neurotic like that!

#rust cohle #true detective season 1 #reds-writings #true detective #rust cohle x reader #rust cohle imagine #true detective imagine #marty hart #fanfic #matthew mcconaughey

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Character Intro: Bethany Schmidt

Age: 32 in book 4

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: straight

Abilities: As a selkie, she can change at will into her seal form (that whole coat thing really is a myth). Even in human form she's an excellent swimmer and can see underwater and has excellent dexterity. She used to ice skate competitively and she's also moderately skilled at sewing and jewelry making.

Physical appearance: average height, thin black woman. Very dark skin with cool undertones, shoulder-length brown hair in tight ringlets, and brown eyes. Subtly but noticeably visibly trans. Gray pattern of seal spots down her arms, legs, and sides. Black eyes that seem to be nothing but pupil, or maybe not have a pupil at all. Still have the depth of actual eyes, unlike Kris’ unnatural voids.

Clothes: Likes fashionable makeup and cute, feminine clothes. Often wears heels.

Basic backstory: born in 1991 in an Anchorage neighborhood popular with selkies and near the water. An only child. Her parents adored her unconditionally and though they didn't have that much money, they did switch out her wardrobe and toys when she told them she was a girl. She had to be a girl only at home until middle school, and it was rough. Her family was great but the rest of the community not so much. So as soon as she graduated in 2009 she left town. Her ultimate dream was to run a boutique, but she had to find something to do until then. It took several years but when she met the little group gearing up to protect the world from whatever the Fae had going on, she fit in with them. She learned to fight and was surprised to enjoy it as an outlet for her frustration. Well, she enjoyed practicing it. Actually fighting in practice kind of sucked. But she stayed because finally people got her.

Personal inciting incident: she had been going along with the fight without being personally invested because she cared about her friends. But she was with Lynn when they found the devastating evidence of something big brewing, and finally she wanted to fight because she wanted to protect the life she'd built.

#idk dude I know nothing about fashion sorry #she will in the book though #moshke writes #writeblr #cold iron #character intro

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Whey Jennings Kicks Off 2024 Touring Season With Nationwide Dates & Festival Appearances

Nashville recording artist and country singer-songwriter Whey Jennings is thrilled to officially kick off his 2024 tour season with nationwide dates including festival appearances at Wake The Lake Fest, Carolina Country Music Fest, Duke Fest, Charleston Country Music Festival and multiple opening dates for country music star Chris Janson. “I believe what we’re doing is powerful and I believe it’s going to change lives,” Jennings said. “I want to be an entertainer, but I also want to be somebody who makes you think about not only who you are, but who everyone around you is, and how to make this world a better place. I want people to feel my music.” 2024 Tour Stops: APR 26 – *Backseat Events / Winchester, Va. APR 27 – The Mountain at Thunder Valley / Bristol, Tenn. MAY 02 – Bear’s Den / Tok, Alaska MAY 03 – Big Delta Brewing / Delta Junction, Alaska MAY 04 – Four Corners Lounge / Palmer, Alaska MAY 05 – Broken Blender / Anchorage, Alaska MAY 17 – Twisted Tree Music Hall / Jacksonville, Ill. MAY 18 – Meyer Barn Spring Bash / Brooklyn, Wisc. JUN 01 – Patriot Public House / Hillsboro, Ohio JUN 07 – Carolina Country Music Fest / Myrtle Beach, S.C. JUN 22 – Hillbilly Christmas in July @ Mountain Arts Center / Prestonsburg, KY JUN 28 – Iron & Oaks (Acoustic) / Livingston, Tenn. JUN 29 – Keith Whitley Memorial Event (Acoustic) / Goodlettsville, Tenn. JUL 03 – J&S Roadhouse (Acoustic) / West Milford, NJ JUL 05 – Beachem Bash (Acoustic) / Ellwood City, Pa. Read the full article

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Whey Jennings Kicks Off 2024 Touring Season With Nationwide Dates & Festival Appearances

Nashville recording artist and country singer-songwriter Whey Jennings is thrilled to officially kick off his 2024 tour season with nationwide dates including festival appearances at Wake The Lake Fest, Carolina Country Music Fest, Duke Fest, Charleston Country Music Festival and multiple opening dates for country music star Chris Janson. “I believe what we’re doing is powerful and I believe it’s going to change lives,” Jennings said. “I want to be an entertainer, but I also want to be somebody who makes you think about not only who you are, but who everyone around you is, and how to make this world a better place. I want people to feel my music.” 2024 Tour Stops: APR 12 - Tallahassee Bike Week / Tallahassee, Fla. APR 14 - Charleston Country Music Festival / Charleston, S.C. APR 20 - Pondtown Festival / Rhine, Ga. APR 21 - Rumors / Crossville, Tenn. APR 26 - *Backseat Events / Winchester, Va. APR 27 - The Mountain at Thunder Valley / Bristol, Tenn. MAY 02 - Bear’s Den / Tok, Alaska MAY 03 - Big Delta Brewing / Delta Junction, Alaska MAY 04 - Four Corners Lounge / Palmer, Alaska MAY 05 - Broken Blender / Anchorage, Alaska MAY 17 - Twisted Tree Music Hall / Jacksonville, Ill. MAY 18 - Meyer Barn Spring Bash / Brooklyn, Wisc. JUN 01 - Patriot Public House / Hillsboro, Ohio JUN 07 - Carolina Country Music Fest / Myrtle Beach, S.C. JUN 22 - Hillbilly Christmas in July @ Mountain Arts Center / Prestonsburg, KY JUN 28 - Iron & Oaks (Acoustic) Read the full article

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4/7/2024 (NBS): Anchorage Brewing Company (Anchorage, AK) "No Answer" Imperial stout/black barleywine blend double and triple oaked for 20 months in a blend of 15 year calumet farms, willett, willett rye, and buffalo trace bourbon barrels(15%)

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— characters: roman & alara — setting: brews & bites cafe, downtown — tagging: @alarabalik

It was one of those days where Roman felt he wasn't going to get much done. At least not the work that he wanted to be doing, which was getting his hands dirty on one of the few projects he currently had going in his garage.

No, instead, the former roughneck had a delivery, then spent too long at the auto parts store ( because the owner, like usual, was too chatty ) before finding himself stepping inside the familiar café.

"Alright, what's the special of the day," Roman inquired with a hint of a smile, "and I mean the food. You know I just get straight black coffee like always. Nothing's changed— yet."

When he'd been stationed all that time in the remote North Sea there was nothing fancy on the rig. It changed his tastebuds. After his first stay the very next time he'd gone into a town or city Roman couldn't stomach any of the fancy espresso concoctions. They were so sweet and tasted nothing like coffee that the Anchorage native nearly spit it out.

"How's little Ela doing?" The question came a moment later out of general fondness for Ally's daughter.

#01 › alara balik.

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One of my favourite regulars The Anchorage Brewing Company, have been buying up licenses to my work for years and even have one of my wolves on the building! A couple of years ago they then started to hire my husband @massivefaceart as well! Do you have a favourite beer??

I’m really hoping to visit one of these days! It’s just a bit far from the UK!

#Art #artist #anchorage #beerart #canart #ink

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ALARA BALIK is looking for their OLDER SISTER.

SUGGESTED NAME:

utp for the first name, last name’s Balik.

AGE RANGE:

32+

PREFERRED FACECLAIM:

Ozge Yagiz, Baren Saat, or any other Turkish faceclaim.

CONNECTION:

Older sister.

DETAILS:

They grew up in Anchorage, probably still live together, or they could’ve moved out but are always there — mainly out of pure habit but also because they have a great relationship since the whole family is very much tight-knit, especially after the death of their parents a couple of years back. Alara, a single mom of a 5 year old, still lives in their family home and runs the family owned Brews & Bites Cafe — the sibling could also work there as a manager, or help out/have something on the side, it’s really utp! Although they can be quite affectionate with each other, they can also fight like cats and dogs but underneath is an overwhelming amount of love and support. Alara would do absolutely anything for her sister and sleeps easy knowing she would do the same. Everything else is utp!

CONTACT:

Please contact CLARA on this @alarabalik to discuss this connection.

#town rp #mature rp #city rp #lsrp #oc rp #wc

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Coffee Shop Of Alaska

Alaska's rugged landscapes and vibrant culture attract travelers from around the world. To escape the elements or fuel up for adventures, Alaska's top coffee shops offer delicious coffee drinks and a cozy atmosphere. Heritage Coffee Roasting Co. in Juneau offers single-origin coffees, espresso drinks, and delicious pastries. Kaladi Brothers Coffee in Anchorage offers multiple locations with unique charms, roasted on-site. Jitters in Seward offers a warm atmosphere with couches, a fireplace, and friendly service. The Crepery in Fairbanks serves sweet and savory crepes, along with coffee drinks and teas. K Bay Caffe in Homer offers high-quality coffee experiences with brewing methods and baked goods made in-house. Sweet Mermaids in Talkeetna is known for its creative coffee drinks and homemade baked goods. Coppa in Juneau offers a European-inspired menu with delicious coffee and pastries. Venue in Fairbanks offers a variety of coffee drinks, teas, and smoothies. Captain's Coffee Roasting Co. in Homer offers a nautical-themed atmosphere with stunning harbor views. Grind Grind Coffeehouse in Anchorage offers a variety of coffee drinks, teas, and smoothies. Caffé D'arte Alaska in Anchorage offers a traditional Italian coffee experience.

To read more you can go there-

#alaska #coffee #coffetime #the coffin of andy and leyley #usa

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Holidays 2.2

Holidays

Amarillo Day (Texas)

Ayn Rand Day

Battle of Mysunde Day (Denmark)

Battle of Stalingrad Anniversary Day

Bonza Bottler Day

Chris Kyle Day (Texas)

Commemoration of the Batepá Massacre (São Tomé and Principe)

Constitution Day (Philippines)

Day of Youth (Azerbaijan)

Feast of Torches

Femminiello Pride Day (Italy)

Filbert Day (French Republic)

George III Day (University of King’s College)

Grand Central Station Day

Groundhog Day (a.k.a. ...

Badger Day

Brewhog Day

Groundhog Job Shadow Day

Hedgehog Day

”I Got You Babe” Day

Marmot Day (Alaska)

When the Bear Wakes Up Day (Croatia, Serbia)

HarryStrong Day

Howard Johnson Day

Hromnice (Czech Republic)

International CHD2 Awareness Day

International Sex Education Day

Inventor’s Day (Thailand)

Lung Leavin’ Day

Mad Pelagius Day (Elder Scrolls)

Mindfulness Day

National Agriculture Day (Argentina)

National Brendan Day

National Brown Dog Day

National Catcher’s Day

National Change Your Windshield Wipers Day

National Frank Day

National Indigenous Day (Colombia)

National League Baseball Day

National River Day

National Space Technology Day (Iran)

Neuroblastoma Awareness Day (Australia)

Play Your Ukulele Day

Purification Day

Record of a Sneeze Day

Remember Gene Kelly Day

Rheumatoid Arthritis Awareness Day

Self-Renewal Day

Serpent Day (Celtic)

Sled Dog Day

Sonam Locher (Sikkim, India)

Trader’s Day (Poland)

Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo Day (Mexico/US)

Treaty of Tartu Day (Estonia)

Twintail Day (Japan)

Veja Diena (Day of Wind; Ancient Latvia)

Victory of the Battle of Stalingrad Day (Russia)

Wives' Feast Day

World Day for Consecrated Life

World Ostrich Day

World Tutu Day

World Ukulele Day

World Wetlands Day (UN)

Youth Day (Azerbaijan)

Zippo Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Brewhog Day

California Kiwi Fruit Day

Crêpes Day (France)

Heavenly Hash Day

Rolling Rock "33" Day

South African Wine Day

Tater Tot Day

1st Friday in February

Bubble Gum Day [1st Friday]

Fry Day (Pastafarian; Fritism) [Every Friday]

Give Kids a Smile Day [1st Friday]

Go Red For Women Day [1st Friday]

National Black Nurses’ Day [1st Friday]

National Wear Red Day (a.k.a. Wear It Beat It) [1st Friday]

NSPCC Number Day (UK) [1st Friday]

Old Socks Day (Italy) [1st Friday]

Pi Mod Appreciation Day [1st Friday]

School Crossing Guard Appreciation Day (Florida) [1st Friday]

Working Naked Day [1st Friday]

Pliny the Younger Day [1st Friday] (Original Date: Moved to March 22 in 2024)

Independence & Related Days

Constitution Day (Philippines)

1st Assembly of Parliament of UK of Great Britain and Ireland; 1801)

Festivals Beginning February 2, 2024

Alaska Craft Brew & Barley Wine Festival (Anchorage, Alaska) [thru 2.3]

Athens Wine Weekend *Athens, Georgia) [thru 2.4]

Aukland Gin Festival (Auckland, New Zealand) [thru 2.4]

Bones & Barrels (Central Point, Oregon) [thru 2.4]

Chiang Mai Flower Festival (Chiang Mai, Thailand) [thru 2.4]

Chocolate Lovers Festival (Fairfax, Virginia) [thru 2.4]

Englewood Seafood & Music Festival (Englewood, Florida) [thru 2.4]

Enumclaw Wine & Chocolate Festival (Enumclaw, Washington) [thru 2.3]

Everglades Seafood Festival (Everglades City, Florida) [thru 2.4]

Fire and Ice Winter Fest (Lava Hot Springs, Idaho) [thru 2.3]

Gourd Festival (Casa Grande, Arizona) [thru 2.4]

GroundUP Music Festival (Miami Beach, Florida) [thru 2.4]

Holtville Carrot Festival (Holtville, California) [thru 2.10]

Mar-Del Watermelon Convention (Cambridge, Maryland) [thru 2.3]

Mardi Gras Galveston (Galvesten, Texas) [thru 2.13]

Naples Seafood & Music Festival (Naples, Florida) [thru 2.4]

National Harbor Restaurant Week (National Harbor, Maryland) [thru 2.11]

Olympia Funk Festival (Olympia, Washington) [thru 2.4]

Saint Martin Carnival (Marigot, Saint Martin) [thru 2.14]

ScotiaCon (Glasgow, Scotland) [thru 2.5]

The Thunderdome (Tacoma, Washington) [thru 2.4]

Treasure Coast Ribs, Wings and Music Festival (Vero Beach, Florida) [thru 2.4]

Waterfront Fine Art & Wine Festival (Scottsdale, Arizona) [thru 2.4]

Winterlude (Gatineau, Canada) [thru 2.19]

Feast Days

Adalbard or Ostrevant (Christian; Saint & Martyr)

Candlemas (a.k.a. ...

Bear Goddess Day (Euro-Pagan; Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Candelaria Festival (a.k.a. Virgen de la Candelaria; Puno, Peru)

Candlemas Sabbat (Everyday Wicca)

Chandeleur Candlemas (France)

Chasing Crows Day

Crêpe Day (France)

Dia de la Candelaria (Mexico)

Feast of Candelaria (Bolivia)

Feast of Our Lady of Navigators (Brazil)

Feast of the Holy Encounter (Western Christianity)

Feast of the Presentation of Jesus at the Temple (Western Christianity)

Feast of the Purification of the Blessed Virgin Mary (Western Christianity)

La Fete de la Chandeleur (Canada, France)

Le Jour des Crepes (Crepes Day; France)

Mariä Lichtmess (Liechtenstein)

Matka Boska Gromniczna (Mother of God of the Blessed Thunder Candle; Poland)

Our Lady of the Candles (Filipino Catholics)

Quarter Day (Scotland)

Virgin of Candelaria (Tenerife, Spain)

Yemanja (a.k.a. Our Lady of Navigators; Candomblé)

Celebration of Yemanja (Candomblé, the Sea Goddess)

Charming of the Plough (Pagan)

Columbanus of Ghent (Christian; Hermit) [Belgium, brewers]

Cornelius the Centurion (Christian; Saint)

Dabucuri ucuqui, (Initiation Rites of the Young Men; to Jurupari, South American Guarani/Tupi God)

Day of the Virgin of Candelaria [Canary Islands; Tenerife, Spain]

Festival of Juno Februa (Ancient Rome)

George Loring Brown (Artology)

Groundhog Day (Pastafarian)

Imbolc, Day 2 (a.k.a. Oimelc; Celtic, Pagan) [1 of 8 Festivals of the Natural Year]

James Joyce (Humanism; Writerism)

Jeanne de Lestonnac (Roman Catholic)

Lady Day (Everyday Wicca)

Lawrence, Archbishop of Canterbury (Anglican Church)

Lesser Eleusinian Mysteries, Day 2 of 3 (Ancient Greece festival honoring Ceres, Demeter, Persephone, and Proserpine)

Martyrs of Ebsdorf (Christian; Martyrs)

Michaelangelo Cerquozzi Artology)

Our Lady of Suyapa (Honduras)

Oya’s Day (Pagan)

Raya (Muppetism)

Roger Corman Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Sébastien Bourdon (Artology)

Sophocles (Positivist; Saint)

Wand Dedication Day (Shamanism)

Wives’ Feast Day (Northern England)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Butsumetsu (仏滅 Japan) [Unlucky all day.]

Lucky Day (Philippines) [7 of 71]

Uncyclopedia Bad to Be Born Today (because it's always cold and miserable on February 2. Unless you live in Australia, in which case it's hot and miserable.)

Premieres

Altered Carbon (TV Series; 2018)

Batman: Bad Blood (WB Animated Film; 2016)

The Benny Goodman Story (Film; 1956)

Cinema Paradiso (Film; 1990)

A Clockwork Orange (Film; 1972)

The Coo-Coo Bird Dog (Color Rhapsody Cartoon; 1949)

The Crystal Cave, by Mary Stewart (Novel; 1970) [Arthurian Saga #1]

feed the Kitty (WB MM Cartoon; 1952)

Ghost in the Shell (Anime Film; 1996)

The Great Train Robbery (Film; 1979)

Il Nano e la Strega (a.k.a. King Dick; Animated Italian Film; 1975)

In a Dark Wood Wandering, by Hella S. Haasse (Novel: 1949)

The Last Continent, by Terry Pratchet (Novel; 1998) [Discworld #22]

Little Black Sambo (ComiColor Cartoon; 1936)

Long Day’s Journey into Night, by Eugene O’Neill (Play; 1956)

Louise, by Gustave Carpenters (Opera; 1900)

The Midnight Special (Music TV Series; 1973)

Mother Night, by Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Novel; 1962)

Napoleon Blown-Aparte (The Inspector Cartoon; 1966)

Night Life in Tokyo, featuring Hashimoto (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1961)

The Nutcracker, by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky, choreographed by George Balanchine (US Ballet; 1954)

O Brother, Where Art Thou? (Film; 2008)

Oliver’s Army, by Elvis Costello (Song; 1978)

Pam & Tommy (TV Mini-Series; 2022)

Pick-Up, by Charles Willeford (Novel; 1955)

The Point!, by Harry Nilsson (Animated TV Special; 1971)

The Port of Missing Mice (Mighty Mouse Cartoon; 1945)

Powerless (TV Series; 2017)

Sonnets to Orpheus, by Rainer Maria Rilke (Poems; 1923)

South Pacific (Broadway Musical; 1949)

Susie Q, recorded by Dale Hawkins (Song; 1957)

The Thief's Journal, by Jean Genet (Novel; 1949)

Tomcat Combat (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1959)

A Trick of the Tail, by Genesis (Album; 1976)

Twelfth Night, by William Shakespeare (Play; 1602)

Ulysses, by James Joyce (Novel; 1922)

When G.I. Johnny Comes Home (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1945)

Whose Body?, by Dorothy L. Sayers (Novel; 1923) [1st Perter Wimsey]

Today’s Name Days

Bodo (Austria)

Marija, Marijan, Svjetlana (Croatia)

Nela (Czech Republic)

Leegi, Säde (Estonia)

Aamu, Jemina, Lumi (Finland)

Théophane (France)

Bodo, Mariä Lichtmess, Stephan (Germany)

Ipapanti, Ypapante, Ypapanti (Greece)

Aida, Karolina (Hungary)

Maurizio, Sabatino (Italy)

Spīdola, Spidols (Latvia)

Kantvydas, Rytis, Valdemaras, Vandenė (Lithuania)

Jomar, Jostein (Norway)

Joanna, Korneliusz, Maria, Miłosława (Poland)

Inna (Russia)

Erik, Erika (Slovakia)

Candelaria, Purificación (Spain)

Aleta, Aletha, Alethea, Alida, Alita, Lita (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 33 of 2024; 333 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 5 of week 5 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Luis (Rowan) [Day 13 of 28]

Chinese: Month 12 (Yi-Chou), Day 23 (Bing-Shen)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 23 Shevat 5784

Islamic: 22 Rajab 1445

J Cal: 3 Grey; Threesday [3 of 30]

Julian: 20 January 2024

Moon: 50%: 3rd Quarter

Positivist: 5 Homer (2nd Month) [Sophocles)

Runic Half Month: Elhaz (Elk) [Day 9 of 15]

Season: Winter (Day 44 of 89)

Zodiac: Capricorn (Day 12 of 28)

#calendar #Holidays

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Holidays 2.2

Holidays

Amarillo Day (Texas)

Ayn Rand Day

Battle of Mysunde Day (Denmark)

Battle of Stalingrad Anniversary Day

Bonza Bottler Day

Chris Kyle Day (Texas)

Commemoration of the Batepá Massacre (São Tomé and Principe)

Constitution Day (Philippines)

Day of Youth (Azerbaijan)

Feast of Torches

Femminiello Pride Day (Italy)

Filbert Day (French Republic)

George III Day (University of King’s College)

Grand Central Station Day

Groundhog Day (a.k.a. ...

Badger Day

Brewhog Day

Groundhog Job Shadow Day

Hedgehog Day

”I Got You Babe” Day

Marmot Day (Alaska)

When the Bear Wakes Up Day (Croatia, Serbia)

HarryStrong Day

Howard Johnson Day

Hromnice (Czech Republic)

International CHD2 Awareness Day

International Sex Education Day

Inventor’s Day (Thailand)

Lung Leavin’ Day

Mad Pelagius Day (Elder Scrolls)

Mindfulness Day

National Agriculture Day (Argentina)

National Brendan Day

National Brown Dog Day

National Catcher’s Day

National Change Your Windshield Wipers Day

National Frank Day

National Indigenous Day (Colombia)

National League Baseball Day

National River Day

National Space Technology Day (Iran)

Neuroblastoma Awareness Day (Australia)

Play Your Ukulele Day

Purification Day

Record of a Sneeze Day

Remember Gene Kelly Day

Rheumatoid Arthritis Awareness Day

Self-Renewal Day

Serpent Day (Celtic)

Sled Dog Day

Sonam Locher (Sikkim, India)

Trader’s Day (Poland)

Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo Day (Mexico/US)

Treaty of Tartu Day (Estonia)

Twintail Day (Japan)

Veja Diena (Day of Wind; Ancient Latvia)

Victory of the Battle of Stalingrad Day (Russia)

Wives' Feast Day

World Day for Consecrated Life

World Ostrich Day

World Tutu Day

World Ukulele Day

World Wetlands Day (UN)

Youth Day (Azerbaijan)

Zippo Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Brewhog Day

California Kiwi Fruit Day

Crêpes Day (France)

Heavenly Hash Day

Rolling Rock "33" Day

South African Wine Day

Tater Tot Day

1st Friday in February

Bubble Gum Day [1st Friday]

Fry Day (Pastafarian; Fritism) [Every Friday]

Give Kids a Smile Day [1st Friday]

Go Red For Women Day [1st Friday]

National Black Nurses’ Day [1st Friday]

National Wear Red Day (a.k.a. Wear It Beat It) [1st Friday]

NSPCC Number Day (UK) [1st Friday]

Old Socks Day (Italy) [1st Friday]

Pi Mod Appreciation Day [1st Friday]

School Crossing Guard Appreciation Day (Florida) [1st Friday]

Working Naked Day [1st Friday]

Pliny the Younger Day [1st Friday] (Original Date: Moved to March 22 in 2024)

Independence & Related Days

Constitution Day (Philippines)

1st Assembly of Parliament of UK of Great Britain and Ireland; 1801)

Festivals Beginning February 2, 2024

Alaska Craft Brew & Barley Wine Festival (Anchorage, Alaska) [thru 2.3]

Athens Wine Weekend *Athens, Georgia) [thru 2.4]

Aukland Gin Festival (Auckland, New Zealand) [thru 2.4]

Bones & Barrels (Central Point, Oregon) [thru 2.4]

Chiang Mai Flower Festival (Chiang Mai, Thailand) [thru 2.4]

Chocolate Lovers Festival (Fairfax, Virginia) [thru 2.4]

Englewood Seafood & Music Festival (Englewood, Florida) [thru 2.4]

Enumclaw Wine & Chocolate Festival (Enumclaw, Washington) [thru 2.3]

Everglades Seafood Festival (Everglades City, Florida) [thru 2.4]

Fire and Ice Winter Fest (Lava Hot Springs, Idaho) [thru 2.3]

Gourd Festival (Casa Grande, Arizona) [thru 2.4]

GroundUP Music Festival (Miami Beach, Florida) [thru 2.4]

Holtville Carrot Festival (Holtville, California) [thru 2.10]

Mar-Del Watermelon Convention (Cambridge, Maryland) [thru 2.3]

Mardi Gras Galveston (Galvesten, Texas) [thru 2.13]

Naples Seafood & Music Festival (Naples, Florida) [thru 2.4]

National Harbor Restaurant Week (National Harbor, Maryland) [thru 2.11]

Olympia Funk Festival (Olympia, Washington) [thru 2.4]

Saint Martin Carnival (Marigot, Saint Martin) [thru 2.14]

ScotiaCon (Glasgow, Scotland) [thru 2.5]

The Thunderdome (Tacoma, Washington) [thru 2.4]

Treasure Coast Ribs, Wings and Music Festival (Vero Beach, Florida) [thru 2.4]

Waterfront Fine Art & Wine Festival (Scottsdale, Arizona) [thru 2.4]

Winterlude (Gatineau, Canada) [thru 2.19]

Feast Days

Adalbard or Ostrevant (Christian; Saint & Martyr)

Candlemas (a.k.a. ...

Bear Goddess Day (Euro-Pagan; Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Candelaria Festival (a.k.a. Virgen de la Candelaria; Puno, Peru)

Candlemas Sabbat (Everyday Wicca)

Chandeleur Candlemas (France)

Chasing Crows Day

Crêpe Day (France)

Dia de la Candelaria (Mexico)

Feast of Candelaria (Bolivia)

Feast of Our Lady of Navigators (Brazil)

Feast of the Holy Encounter (Western Christianity)

Feast of the Presentation of Jesus at the Temple (Western Christianity)

Feast of the Purification of the Blessed Virgin Mary (Western Christianity)

La Fete de la Chandeleur (Canada, France)

Le Jour des Crepes (Crepes Day; France)

Mariä Lichtmess (Liechtenstein)

Matka Boska Gromniczna (Mother of God of the Blessed Thunder Candle; Poland)

Our Lady of the Candles (Filipino Catholics)

Quarter Day (Scotland)

Virgin of Candelaria (Tenerife, Spain)

Yemanja (a.k.a. Our Lady of Navigators; Candomblé)

Celebration of Yemanja (Candomblé, the Sea Goddess)

Charming of the Plough (Pagan)

Columbanus of Ghent (Christian; Hermit) [Belgium, brewers]

Cornelius the Centurion (Christian; Saint)

Dabucuri ucuqui, (Initiation Rites of the Young Men; to Jurupari, South American Guarani/Tupi God)

Day of the Virgin of Candelaria [Canary Islands; Tenerife, Spain]

Festival of Juno Februa (Ancient Rome)

George Loring Brown (Artology)

Groundhog Day (Pastafarian)

Imbolc, Day 2 (a.k.a. Oimelc; Celtic, Pagan) [1 of 8 Festivals of the Natural Year]

James Joyce (Humanism; Writerism)

Jeanne de Lestonnac (Roman Catholic)

Lady Day (Everyday Wicca)

Lawrence, Archbishop of Canterbury (Anglican Church)

Lesser Eleusinian Mysteries, Day 2 of 3 (Ancient Greece festival honoring Ceres, Demeter, Persephone, and Proserpine)

Martyrs of Ebsdorf (Christian; Martyrs)

Michaelangelo Cerquozzi Artology)

Our Lady of Suyapa (Honduras)

Oya’s Day (Pagan)

Raya (Muppetism)

Roger Corman Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Sébastien Bourdon (Artology)

Sophocles (Positivist; Saint)

Wand Dedication Day (Shamanism)

Wives’ Feast Day (Northern England)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Butsumetsu (仏滅 Japan) [Unlucky all day.]

Lucky Day (Philippines) [7 of 71]

Uncyclopedia Bad to Be Born Today (because it's always cold and miserable on February 2. Unless you live in Australia, in which case it's hot and miserable.)

Premieres

Altered Carbon (TV Series; 2018)

Batman: Bad Blood (WB Animated Film; 2016)

The Benny Goodman Story (Film; 1956)

Cinema Paradiso (Film; 1990)

A Clockwork Orange (Film; 1972)

The Coo-Coo Bird Dog (Color Rhapsody Cartoon; 1949)

The Crystal Cave, by Mary Stewart (Novel; 1970) [Arthurian Saga #1]

feed the Kitty (WB MM Cartoon; 1952)

Ghost in the Shell (Anime Film; 1996)

The Great Train Robbery (Film; 1979)

Il Nano e la Strega (a.k.a. King Dick; Animated Italian Film; 1975)

In a Dark Wood Wandering, by Hella S. Haasse (Novel: 1949)

The Last Continent, by Terry Pratchet (Novel; 1998) [Discworld #22]

Little Black Sambo (ComiColor Cartoon; 1936)

Long Day’s Journey into Night, by Eugene O’Neill (Play; 1956)

Louise, by Gustave Carpenters (Opera; 1900)

The Midnight Special (Music TV Series; 1973)

Mother Night, by Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Novel; 1962)

Napoleon Blown-Aparte (The Inspector Cartoon; 1966)

Night Life in Tokyo, featuring Hashimoto (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1961)

The Nutcracker, by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky, choreographed by George Balanchine (US Ballet; 1954)

O Brother, Where Art Thou? (Film; 2008)

Oliver’s Army, by Elvis Costello (Song; 1978)

Pam & Tommy (TV Mini-Series; 2022)

Pick-Up, by Charles Willeford (Novel; 1955)

The Point!, by Harry Nilsson (Animated TV Special; 1971)

The Port of Missing Mice (Mighty Mouse Cartoon; 1945)

Powerless (TV Series; 2017)

Sonnets to Orpheus, by Rainer Maria Rilke (Poems; 1923)

South Pacific (Broadway Musical; 1949)

Susie Q, recorded by Dale Hawkins (Song; 1957)

The Thief's Journal, by Jean Genet (Novel; 1949)

Tomcat Combat (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1959)

A Trick of the Tail, by Genesis (Album; 1976)

Twelfth Night, by William Shakespeare (Play; 1602)

Ulysses, by James Joyce (Novel; 1922)

When G.I. Johnny Comes Home (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1945)

Whose Body?, by Dorothy L. Sayers (Novel; 1923) [1st Perter Wimsey]

Today’s Name Days

Bodo (Austria)

Marija, Marijan, Svjetlana (Croatia)

Nela (Czech Republic)

Leegi, Säde (Estonia)

Aamu, Jemina, Lumi (Finland)

Théophane (France)

Bodo, Mariä Lichtmess, Stephan (Germany)

Ipapanti, Ypapante, Ypapanti (Greece)

Aida, Karolina (Hungary)

Maurizio, Sabatino (Italy)

Spīdola, Spidols (Latvia)

Kantvydas, Rytis, Valdemaras, Vandenė (Lithuania)

Jomar, Jostein (Norway)

Joanna, Korneliusz, Maria, Miłosława (Poland)

Inna (Russia)

Erik, Erika (Slovakia)

Candelaria, Purificación (Spain)

Aleta, Aletha, Alethea, Alida, Alita, Lita (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 33 of 2024; 333 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 5 of week 5 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Luis (Rowan) [Day 13 of 28]

Chinese: Month 12 (Yi-Chou), Day 23 (Bing-Shen)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 23 Shevat 5784

Islamic: 22 Rajab 1445

J Cal: 3 Grey; Threesday [3 of 30]

Julian: 20 January 2024

Moon: 50%: 3rd Quarter

Positivist: 5 Homer (2nd Month) [Sophocles)

Runic Half Month: Elhaz (Elk) [Day 9 of 15]

Season: Winter (Day 44 of 89)

Zodiac: Capricorn (Day 12 of 28)

#Holidays

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