Defying The Ground

Welcome to another Cabin Pressure fan blog - for all your pilot-y needs. I post multiple different ships and none, but mainly Marlas. My ask is always open for fic prompts or questions - drop me a bing-bong anytime. And lastly, I prefer she/her pronouns, please. Thank you for flying MJN Air - have a nice day!

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I’ve started a drawing challenge where I draw everyday for 100 days! This is day five! Arthur Shappey from Cabin Pressure, who is absolutely brilliant!

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Cabin Pressure Challenge | @cabinpressurechallenge Prompt:  “Avoid thinking of envelopes” (and this is all I can think about when I try and avoid very, very hard to think about any envelopes at all)

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Drawn because I just had to try to depict this after watching the Christmas episode of Cabin Pressure.

[mirabilelectu]

Deck the halls with Martin’s brolly…

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Gifs I’d use to death if Cabin Pressure had been a TV show

feel free to add to the list

Every iteration of Arthur saying BRILLIANT

Martin’s 5-fold “fine”-fest

The Carolyn Knapp-Shappey Eyeroll™️, which you know would have been a thing

Douglas's casual-yet-fancy hand flourishes for when he presented the solution to everyone's problems

A BAKED POTATO!!!

“Here I am, don’t step on me.”

The entire gifset of Herc and Douglas’s smoothtalk showdown

All of Arthur’s facial expressions in Limerick

All of Arthur’s facial expressions, full stop

“What a delicious metaphysical conundrum.”

IT’S NOT PUCCINI!!!

Carolyn’s warning look

Douglas’s challenge eyebrow

“I’m not crying. Your smoke got in my eye.”

Arthur’s bow to the King of Liechtenstein

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Martin, world’s least successful juggler, dropping one (1) apple. I feel that in my soul and by god what would I give to see that giffed.

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Everything in the notes, plus all versions of carolyn saying "i don't care", "there shall be buns for tea", and "behold the fabulist"

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“What fresh hell is this?”

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Martin’s panic attacks when Douglas does something risky. Especially the Qikiqtarjuag polar bear extravaganza.

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Oh! Arthur’s TEN MILLION POUNDS accompanied by (I assume) jumping from his seat and waving his hands in the air... that would take the place, for me, of the “take my money!” gifs/memes

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Martin's ears going red when he tells Theresa he had an idea in bed last night and she replies "I remember ".

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[first day as a pilot]

me: (looking down nervously) what are all these buttons for

co-pilot: they keep your shirt closed

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op weve talked about your url

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Happy happy Christmas all! Sorry I’m not around much these days - turns out this motherhood malarkey is somewhat time-consuming 😊 hope you’re all well and happy and wishing you all a terrific 2019 x

[gabessquishytum]

My kink is Douglas calling Martin ‘darling’ in fics because you just KNOW HE WOULD ALL THE TIME OK

‘Please could you request a weather report Douglas?’

‘Yes darling’

‘Captain, Douglas.’

‘Yes, Captain darling.’

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A present for @unionjackpillow. Thank you for all the likes und liebe Grüße in den Norden ^_^

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Cabin Pressure - Paris

“I decided early on there would be no mention of the S word, or indeed the H word, still less the ‘E, MDW’ phrase. But that didn’t mean there couldn’t be, maybe, a couple of sly references… Benedict was an incredibly good sport about it all, especially given the audience was full of Sherlock fans. Though he did give me quite a look at the first read-through when we got to ‘Wow, Skip! You’re just like Miss Marple!’ “

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Short clip from Keep Calman Carry On, where John Finnemore and Susan Calman gasp over old books in a library. (full episode)

[cctinsleybaxter]

Give me the forbidden footage of Herc and Carolyn getting drunk together

[wellamarke]

Drabble #410

X: anxiety

“Calm down, Martin.”

That was a phrase that had pursued him throughout most of his childhood. He’d become so used to it that it barely came through to him as an instruction anymore: it was just white noise, contributing uselessly to the clamour of the world that was often too bright, too loud, and too disorganised to be reasoned with.

MJN, he sometimes thought, was doing its utmost to desensitise him to its own particular brand of chaos. Maybe one day it would succeed.

But not today.

“I’ll calm down,” Martin yelled, “When we’re flying the right way up again!”

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could you write some marlas cuddling?

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Light is filtering in through the open curtains, and Douglas awakens blearily to a patch of sun directly shining into his eyes. He grunts softly, bringing one hand up to block the bright ray of light, and he glances down. Martin is clinging to Douglas where he lies on his back, one skinny leg clumsily tangled with Douglas’ own, his right arm thrown over Douglas’ belly, his face mashed against Douglas’ chest. Douglas can feel his soft inhalations and exhalations, feel the air rushing through the silver hairs on Douglas’ chest. 

Oh, how Martin had first delighted to see them, running his hands through them and saying, “What, you don’t dye these as well?”

“Martin,” Douglas murmurs against the thick mess of ginger curls, smelling faintly of his own honey and ginger shampoo. There is no movement, and Douglas can feel the sun heating the backs of his fingers and his hand. “Martin.” Nothing. Martin’s breathing remains even, and he doesn’t so much as stir.

Douglas rolls his eyes.

Of course it would come to this.

“Captain,” Douglas says, and Martin’s head jolts up. His pointy little chin stabs sharp against Douglas’ chest, and he looks around with bleary blue eyes.

“Huh?”

“I need to close the curtains.”

“Curtains? But it’s–” Martin squints at the window, and he groans softly. “But I’m so warm.”

“Every day has its dark clouds,” Douglas retorts, and he shoves the young man off him. Martin flops onto his back like a dead fish, and Douglas’ lip twitches as he moves up, shoving the curtains closed. Ah, black-out curtains! That’s the stuff!

Sliding back into bed, he wraps his body around Martin’s, relishing the warmth of him - he’s putting on a little weight, in the past few months, and while he’s still skinny, he no longer feels quite so emaciated, and Douglas can no longer count his ribs when he drags a broad palm up Martin’s side. 

“Mmm, that’s better,” Martin mumbles, dragging Douglas’ arm around him and interlinking their fingers. Douglas chuckles quietly against the back of his neck, and he lets Martin pull the sheet over them again. 

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cabin pressure theater au has always been a love of mine, but i’ve always thought of it like, a small community theater where they do their own productions and the like. everything from picking shows to perform and buying the rights, to building sets and setting lights. so there are the variations where martin is a technical director or actor or stage manager and douglas is directing the show or the music director, etc etc

but now i’m thinking about a theater au where its just a theater that’s a venue. like, they just rent the space out to shows/concerts/screenings/etc. carolyn as the owner/manager/ceo, douglas as the front of house manager, martin as the backstage manager, arthur in charge of ushers or something. they have this small old theater that’s a little rundown, but its quaint and has personality and they get a good bit of business wanting to use the space and like,

i just really love a cabin pressure theater au