#MJN Air is a family

[thebraxiatelcollection]

I just think how much Douglas, Martin, and Herc have impacted Arthur and have been more of a dad to him than Gordon ever has been to Arthur, and it's basically three idiots and Sir Carolyn raising Arthur and I love my found family MJN Air.

[cupparosielee]

Cabin Pressure advent: Boston favourite moments

M: Fine. Fine. Fine. Fine. Fine. Arthur?

D: Well, anything you say five times is obviously true.

A: mmm. The thing is though Skip, with all due respect, but what I've got that you haven't is that mum sent me on a course on understanding people in Ipswich.

M: And if I ever want the people of Ipswich understood you'll be the first person I call

M: how's he looking?

D: well, he's covered in foam and he's had a heart attack, but otherwise great

C: ...his family and friends are right there

M: friends?!

C: he's rich, he'll have friends

ATC: ah, if it isn't the bouncing bomb. Where can we tempt you with this time? Tenerife's very nice this time of year

D: hello Shanwick. Greetings once again from the merry men of yo-yo Airways

A: ... Still, goodbye... rest in peace... thank you for flying MJN Air.

C: yes, Martin, we're all delighted with your new-found butchness

[cogsandgadgetry]

Douglas stood by Martin's bedside, his usual confident demeanor softened by a touch of paternal concern. As he gazed down at the sleeping captain, his fingers brushed against the tousled hair on Martin's forehead, a gesture both gentle and protective.

**Douglas:** (whispering) You really know how to make a situation interesting, don't you, Martin? I must admit, I didn't anticipate a three-million-year time jump being on the list of challenges when I signed up for this job.

His voice was a mixture of wry amusement and genuine warmth. He adjusted the blanket over Martin's shoulders, ensuring he was comfortable.

**Douglas:** (continuing) But then again, life with MJN Air has never been boring, has it? You're the captain, after all. And I suppose that means it's my duty to look after you, even when you can't remind me of it later.

He leaned in slightly, as if sharing a secret.

**Douglas:** (whispering) Rest well, Martin. We'll have plenty of time for banter and jibes once you're back on your feet.

Douglas's expression softened further, revealing a side of him rarely seen by others. In this quiet moment, his protective instincts were evident as he watched over Martin, ensuring that his recovery was as smooth as possible.

Carolyn observed quietly as Kryten completed his thorough examination of Martin for the day. Her eyes moved from Kryten's focused expressions to Martin's peaceful form, resting in the medibay bed. A mixture of relief and concern played across her features, a reflection of the complex emotions she held for her captain.

**Carolyn:** (softly) Is he showing any signs of improvement, Kryten?

**Kryten:** (nodding) Indeed, Mrs. Knapp-Shappey. His vital signs are stabilizing, and his sleep appears more restful. The emotional shock he experienced is gradually subsiding, thanks in part to the support he has from both his crewmates and his newfound surroundings.

Carolyn's gaze remained fixed on Martin, her fingers lightly gripping the edge of the medibay bed. She knew the road to recovery wouldn't be easy, but seeing the small progress gave her a glimmer of hope. The medibay had become a sanctuary, a place where Martin's well-being was the top priority.

**Carolyn:** (whispering to herself) Hang in there, Martin. We'll be right here, waiting for you to wake up.

Her words were a silent promise, a testament to the unwavering loyalty and care she held for her captain and her crew. As she stood there, Carolyn's presence radiated both strength and determination, a pillar of support for Martin's healing journey.

As Kryten observed Douglas and Carolyn's close interactions, a curious thought crossed his mechanoid mind. He had spent enough time aboard Red Dwarf to recognize the unique dynamics between the crew members, particularly the camaraderie that existed among them. However, seeing the genuine concern and comfort they provided to Martin made him wonder if there might be more to their relationship than met the eye.

**Kryten:** (to himself, inquisitively) Remarkable... The genuine care and support they offer to Captain Crieff is truly heartwarming. It's reminiscent of Mr. Lister's relationship with me. Could it be possible that...?

Kryten's processors whirred as he contemplated the idea. His databanks contained vast amounts of information about human interactions, emotions, and relationships, but this scenario was a bit different from what he had encountered before. He had witnessed Douglas and Carolyn act as a united front, providing a stable environment for Martin's recovery. It was an atmosphere of familial warmth that Kryten himself longed for.

**Kryten:** (softly, to himself) A family of sorts... Could they be Captain Crieff's parents, at least in spirit? The devotion and care they demonstrate... It's truly heartwarming.

As Kryten continued his duties, his curiosity about the nature of the relationships aboard MJN Air and Red Dwarf remained. He couldn't help but appreciate the genuine bond that existed among the crew, a bond that extended beyond the confines of their respective vessels. And in the midst of it all, he found himself hopeful that perhaps one day he, too, might experience such a profound connection with others.

[chronically-enthusiastic]

IT WOULD BE MY ABSOLUTE PLEASURE! Ive included the bios for each, and a personal recommendation XD

Space station on pluto - Oblivity! "A disgraced war hero is posted to Pluto on her toughest mission yet: to oversee a small, dysfunctional research team." Its akjldsflasj wonderful, sci-fi with so much found family and absurdity!

Flight attendant - Cabin Pressure!! (This isn't on many podcast apps so your best bet is probably archive.org) "Set in a small airline business, Cabin Pressure is a comedy about a tiny, one-plane charter airline staffed by two pilots - one on his way down, and one who was never up to start with. Whether they're flying squaddies to Hamburg, or shifting a panther for the odd oil sheik, no job is too small - but many jobs prove to be too difficult - for MJN Air!" BBC radio show from maaannnyy years ago, its so lovely and silly, very lighthearted but so funny. John Finnemore was the writer for this - he co-wrote the good omens s2 script.

Owner of a beef farm - The Beef And Dairy Network "The number one podcast for those involved, or just interested, in the production of beef animals and dairy herds. A surreal comedy set in a world of 4 meats - Beef, Lamb, Pork and Chicken - but mainly discussing beef animals and dairy herds." An improv comedy, I personally found it to have too many sex jokes etc so i stopped listening, but its quite fun if you can ignore that!

You got we fix space junk right! I didn't quite know how to do that one in limited words...

No job just high school romance - Royals of Malibu I... Would put the bio here but its really long and lakjsfh I wouldnt recommend this unless you like cishet YA romance novels... I never finished it.

Chair of an village council - St Elwick's Neighbourhood Association Newsletter Podcast "The St Elwick’s Neighbourhood Association Newsletter Podcast was created on behalf of the St Elwick’s Neighbourhood Association Committee, registered charity number 2835684, by committee member and Editor-In-Chief Malcolm Durridge in October of 2019 after the St Elwick’s Neighbourhood Association Newsletter lost funding in July of that year." Very silly lighthearted improv comedy, when I first listened I was unsure if it was fiction. I love it! It has nearly no plot, just pure comedy btw!

Mission agent - The Adventure Zone! "My Brother, My Brother and Me have recruited their dad Clint for a campaign of high adventure. Join the McElroys as they find their fortune and slay an unconscionable number of … you know, kobolds or whatever in the Adventure Zone.. A DnD actual play podcast." The first Dnd podcast I stuck with, and I really liked it!! I can't say anything about the quality because I haven't listened to others, but it was a very fun and emotional story.

And the last one is WTNV!

There were a couple of options that i didnt assign 'jobs' for, either because theyre too nebulous or I forgot the plot (I forget plot, I remember vibes). Those ones are: Unseen, civilized, and where the stars fell!

I made a quiz!! If youre ever in need of an audio drama rec, I hope this quiz will aid you!

@vetchtibbles

[lothiriel84]

I Relate to the Sparrow

“Arthur,” Douglas clears his throat, the beginnings of a mildly problematic intuition stirring at the back of his mind. “You do know what ‘attractive’ means, right?”

“Of course I do,” Arthur scoffs, about as offended as he ever gets, which is to say, hardly at all. “What do you take me for?”

A Cabin Pressure ficlet. Acespec!Arthur, pre-canon. Title borrowed from Susannah Pearse's eponymous song cycle.

They’re sitting in an overpriced café in the main concourse of Prague Airport, enjoying the momentary respite from their employer’s sharp tongue – just a spot of Arthur-wrangling, nothing Carolyn couldn’t sort out in the blink of an eye, should she want to, but as they’re genuinely quite early there’s no real objection to letting the boy roam freely around the duty free area just a little longer. Not precisely the brightest of chaps, Arthur, but he’s really not all that bad, when you get to know him; and for all that he’s already witnessed countless displays of Carolyn’s maternal exasperation at her son’s misplaced attempts at making himself useful, he suspects no one would ever find the bodies of anyone who was foolish enough to dare touch a hair on Arthur’s head.

“What do you reckon?” Nigel nudges him, eyes darting sideways as a gorgeous specimen of the flight attendant persuasion walks past them, her pristine uniform doing a rather marvellous job at putting her long legs and delectable backside on display.

“Hmm. Not too bad,” he agrees easily, taking a sip of his alcohol-free passion fruit martini. “Reminds me of one of my old flames, actually.”

Well, not so much an old flame as a mutually enjoyable layover in Bern, somewhen between wife number one and wife number two. He’s certainly had his fair share of fun in his brief spells of singlehood in between marriages, not to mention his early days as a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed first officer at Air England.

“What about that one?” he drawls at length, glass subtly raised to point at a stunning redhead strolling down the concourse, her low-cut dress leaving very little to the imagination. “Ten to one says she wouldn’t think twice about jumping into bed with an airline captain.”

“Well, we could scarcely call ourselves ‘an airline’, but I take your point,” Nigel concedes at length. “Carol’s best friend’s a redhead, and she’s always on about her latest conquests. Makes you wonder, you know.”

The rustle of several bags signals Arthur’s approach, mercifully without any sign of an irritable Carolyn hot on his heels for a change. “Hello, chaps,” he greets them, looking if anything even jollier than his usual self, which is something of an accomplishment when it comes to someone whose entire personality could be summed up as ‘perpetually cheerful’. “Did you know they have four different types of Toblerone in the duty free shop?”

At his side, Nigel sighs almost imperceptibly, and downs the rest of his virgin mojito. It’s not that he doesn’t get on well enough with Arthur, he even told Douglas as much on the first leg of one of their earliest intercontinental flights together; he just happens to find constant chatter a little tiresome, and who can blame him when he’s married to the most talkative woman this side of the English Channel. Not that Douglas ever had the occasion to exchange more than a few pleasantries with Carol, which is just as well, given how Helena seems to hold some kind of long-standing grudge against the woman for reasons she never actually cared to explain.

“Care for a spot of bird-watching, Arthur?” he says instead, keen on forestalling any potential diplomatic issue between his captain and their employer’s only son and heir. “Nigel and I spotted a few truly remarkable specimens earlier on.”

Arthur blinks, confusion apparent on his face. “Birds? How did they even get in here?”

“They’re not actual birds, Arthur,” Nigel explains, only just managing to stop himself from rolling his eyes. “We’re talking about women.”

“Ooh, I get it,” Arthur nods, plainly not getting it in the slightest. “What about them?”

“Attractive women,” Douglas clarifies, as if talking to a twelve year old. “It’s who can get most in however long it takes for Carolyn to hunt us down and shout us back to our respective duties.”

“Brilliant. How about that girl sitting on the bench, the one with the book? She looks like she’d give really good hugs.”

The two pilots exchange a surreptitious, disbelieving look at that, which goes completely over Arthur’s head. Each to their own and all that jazz, but for all that he’s got a good thirty years on her, Douglas can think of at least a dozen plausible scenarios off the top of his head in which he’d very much rather take a rain check.

“Suit yourself,” Nigel shrugs at length, twirling his empty glass so that the melting ice cubes clink against one another. “I can see at least four other people from where I’m sitting that I’d rather take to bed, and I’m not even counting that gentleman in the indigo suit over there.”

“How do you mean?” Arthur frowns, looking like he’s slowly and earnestly puzzling over the meaning of that sentence in his head.

“I mean,” Nigel huffs, pinching at the bridge of his nose in what is most likely a desperate attempt to keep himself from snapping at his boss’ offspring. “We’re not all straight here. I believe we’ve been through this before.”

“Oh!” Arthur’s eyes widen, almost comically, and then he’s shaking his head. “No, not the you being bisexual bit, I know that. I meant the bit about taking random strangers to bed.”

“Arthur,” Douglas clears his throat, the beginnings of a mildly problematic intuition stirring at the back of his mind. “You do know what ‘attractive’ means, right?”

“Of course I do,” Arthur scoffs, about as offended as he ever gets, which is to say, hardly at all. “What do you take me for?”

As luck would have it, Carolyn picks that exact moment to emerge from the crowd, phone still in hand. “Ah, there you are, drivers. I bring good news.”

“Absolutely not, Carolyn,” Nigel interrupts her before she can get another word in. “I don’t care if it’s the Queen herself, tomorrow’s our first day off in weeks, and I’m not going to give up on that.”

“O ye of little faith,” Carolyn sighs dramatically, and just like that, the entire conversation is forgotten.

.

A week later they’re on standby, and it’s just the two of them in the Portakabin – Nigel having apparently decided he feels lucky enough to brave the airfield canteen for a latte and whatever it is they’re trying to pass off today as pastries – when Arthur approaches him, and from the look on his face, he’s been ruminating about this for quite a long time.

“Douglas,” the boy begins, somewhat hesitantly. “Do you mind if I ask you a question?”

“You just did,” he sighs, putting his pencil down and pushing the crosswords further away on his desk. “Go on.”

“I mean, it’s kind of a personal question. You don’t have to, if you’d rather not.”

“I’m not telling you how I got your mother’s Talisker off the plane, if that’s what you’re planning to ask,” he ventures, and that seems enough to momentarily derail Arthur’s train of thought.

“Wasn’t going to ask about that, actually,” Arthur shakes his head at length. “You know that game you and Nigel were playing in Prague?”

Douglas nods, slowly. “Bit sexist, I’ll give you that. Still, just a spot of harmless fun, hey? No harm done.”

“Yes, no, I mean – I’m still not sure what it was all about.”

“Come on, Arthur, I distinctly remember you mentioning at least two different girlfriends ever since I started out here at MJN Air. You can’t be seriously suggesting you didn’t at least have an idea as to what was going on there.”

“But,” Arthur pleads, a faint note of distress starting to tinge his voice. “You and Nigel, you’re both married, right?”

Douglas is suddenly reminded of everything he’s managed to piece together about Carolyn’s ex-husband – Arthur’s father – so far, and quickly realises he’d better tread carefully now. “Yes, we are, Arthur. I promise neither of us was seriously planning on cheating on our respective wives; it was more of a hypothetical question, you know – something along the lines of, who would you rather sleep with if you weren’t married. Not one out best moments, as far as game material goes, but there you go.”

“Yes, but – I was wondering, how can you tell?”

“How can I tell what, exactly?” It’s Douglas’s turn to start feeling confused, if he’s perfectly honest. Not that he’d ever admit that out loud.

“That you’d like to, you know. With them.”

“Arthur,” that half-formed idea from a week ago is back now, and it’s getting more and more disturbing by the moment. “Are you trying to tell me that you’ve never – ”

He trails off, struggling to reassess the situation to the very best of his judgement. “Not,” he hastens to add, “that there’s anything wrong with that.”

“Oh, you mean sex,” Arthur nods his head sagely. “Yes, I’ve done that.”

“Right,” Douglas feels pretty much like he’s grasping at straws now, but he’s still determined to see this through, whatever this is. “So, you must have been able to tell, that you wanted to. That you were attracted to them.”

“Well, that was easy. They were my girlfriends, of course I knew I fancied them. How does it work with someone you’ve never even spoken to?”

“Surely, with each of your girlfriends, you had to go through a stage in which they were but strangers you’d only just met?”

Arthur tilts his head to one side, considering. “I suppose so, yeah. I still didn’t know I wanted to have sex with them back then, though.”

“It’s not – you’re making it a bigger deal than it actually is. You were attracted to them, that’s the point. Doesn’t matter the exact moment you decided to act on it, so to speak.”

“But, I mean – with your wives, you didn’t just – I don’t know, look at someone walking past you on the street and go, oh, I know I’d like to have sex with them one day.”

“It was precisely like that with the current Mrs Richardson, in point of fact,” he points out, though he elects to omit the – neither small nor insignificant – detail that he didn’t so much bump into Helena on a stroll through the park as she was one of the bridesmaids at his second wedding.

“Oh. Okay. No, it doesn’t work like that for me at all.”

Douglas can almost hear the wheels inside his own head finally click into gear. His daughter would be appalled if she knew he’d put most of her half-hour lecture on sexual orientations and gender identities out of his mind as soon as she was finished with it, but he hasn’t precisely forgotten it, either. “If I recall correctly, some people experience sexual attraction differently than most. As in, some might not experience it at all, while others do but only occasionally, or under very specific circumstances. I’m not saying that might be your case, but I believe it could be something worth looking into, should you feel like you want to.”

For the longest of moments, Arthur stands stock still, turning the idea over and over in his mind. “Wow,” he exhales at length. “That’s just – wow. Thank you, Douglas.”

Before he knows it, he finds himself with an armful of Arthur, looking for all the world like he’s out on a mission to put the ‘bear��� into ‘bear hug’.

“Oh dear,” Carolyn’s voice makes itself heard from where she’s only just materialised in the doorway, clearly debating whether or not she has the energy to deal with whatever nonsense is going on in there. “Please tell me it’s not Hug Your Pilot Day, again.”

“That’s not even a thing,” Douglas protests, only to think better of it. It’s Arthur they’re talking about, after all.

“Don’t be silly, Mum,” Arthur grins, unrepentant. “That’s not until May.”

“Someone give me strength,” Carolyn huffs under her breath, even as her son plants a quick peck on her cheek and dashes off, only narrowly avoiding knocking Nigel – who appears to have finally found his way back to the Portakabin – over in the process.

“This is going to be a long day,” Nigel announces philosophically to no one in particular, and resumes his usual place behind his desk.

[mywingsareonwheels]

Me in real life: I get on best with people who express their feelings easily and openly, and with whom I can exchange good wishes and love sincerely and lots.

Me watching/reading things: PEOPLE WHO LOVE EACH OTHER SO SO MUCH BUT NEVER SAY SO MY BELOVEDS.

(To be fair, that is partly so that then i can read fanfic in which they finally tell each other and it’s the best thing ever. ;-) :D )

[obaewxn]

to all the people listening for the first time to cabin pressure after discovering john finnemore is co-writing good omens 2: welcome to our fandot

[inevitably-johnlocked]

khorazir said: I think all my long fics and fic series fall into this category, especially Enigma, Slipstream, the Over/Under series, and the Summer Boy series.

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Enigma by khorazir (M, 289,667 w., 23 Ch. || Codebreaker / WWII / Imitation Game-Inspired AU || Case Fic, Espionage, Period-Typical Homophobia / Sexism, Pining Sherlock, Inexperienced / VirginSherlock, Implied / Referenced Drug Use, Non-Graphic Violence) – It’s the autumn of 1941, war is raging in Europe, German U-boats are raiding Allied convoys in the Atlantic, the Luftwaffe is bombing English cities, and the cryptographers at Bletchley Park are working feverishly to decode their enemies' encrypted communications. One should consider this challenge and distraction enough for capricious codebreaker Sherlock Holmes. But the true enigmas are yet waiting to be deciphered: an unbreakable code, a strange murder, and the arrival of Surgeon Captain John H. Watson of the Royal Navy.

Slipstream by khorazir (M, 290,047 w., 25 Ch. || Tour de France / Sports Cycling AU || Room Sharing, Cycling Injuries, Discussions of Drugs/Doping, Awkward Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Bickering, Case Fic, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Internalized Homophobia, Mutual Pining, Bed Sharing, Jealousy, Bi John / Demi Sherlock) –It’s going to be the last Tour de France for professional cyclist John Watson. Despite the hardships of cycling more than 3000 kilometres in three weeks, in blistering heat and torrential rain, over dangerous cobblestones in northern France and the mountains of the Alps and the Pyrenees, battling thirst, hunger, injury and exhaustion, not to mention bitchy rivals, doping allegations, and the ever scoop-hungry press, he is going to enjoy the ride, damn it. That’s what John keeps telling himself – until he meets his new teammate, Sherlock Holmes, who adds a whole new list of problems as well as an extra dose of excitement to John’s life.

Over/Under Series by khorazir (M, 319,561 w. across 5 works || Cabin Pressure Crossover || Post-S2 / Reichenbach, ReunionFriendship, Angst, Humour, Pining, Cycling, Mountains, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Dev. Rel., Case Fic, First Kiss, Pining, Family Issues, Inexperienced Sherlock) – After his Fall, Sherlock travels the world to destroy what remains of James Moriarty's criminal empire. When things don't go according to plan and he finds himself in desperate need of a discreet means of travel, cue MJN Air.

Hiiiiiii!!!!!

I hope that you are doing mighty well! 😊

Stopping by to ask for any lonnnnggg.... Slow burns. You know, where it's chapter 10 or 15 and they are barely holding hands or brushing hair outta ones face.

Preferably one where John is the assertive one and Sherlock is the shy one. It would be toast if you have anything where Sherlock tries hard to fit in and to be loved but is so awkward no one likes him. To John though, he is perfect and loveable. So then John tries hard to treat him right and show him what it's like to have someone truly love him. 😊

Thanks a million!!!! You truly are a gem! 🌻 Take care and be well always. 💚

Hi Lovely!!!

AHHHHHHH Let me direct you to my Slow Burn Fics Masterlist, but I've a few new SUPER slow burn fics to make a list for you. Check these out! Feel free to add your own, friends!

BURN SO SLOW IT HURTS Pt. 2

See also: Burn So Slow it Hurts

How To Unfold a Heart by elwinglyre (E, 25,477 w., 7 Ch. || Post S4 Fix It, BAMF John, Mentioned Eurus, POV First Person Sherlock, Case Fic, Fluff, Slow Burn Topping from the Bottom, 3 Yr Old Rosie, Introspection, Sexual Fantasies, John Worship, Ogling, Hand Holding, Kidnapping, Domesticity, Sherlock Whump, First Kiss/Time, Doctor John, Caring John, Soft Sherlock, Sensuality, Touching, Crying, Love Confessions, Anxious Sherlock, Rimming, Toplock, Fingering, Bossy Bottom John) – To Sherlock’s dismay, John’s return to Baker Street with Rosie is only temporary. Sherlock’s daily visits to Regent Park with John and Rosie illuminate his lost childhood memories and missed opportunities. But with each trip to the park, Sherlock also feels a growing sense of hope. That is until the past horrors return unexpectedly in a cryptic note folded in the shape of a heart. To decipher the message, Sherlock must uncover the nature of the hearts around him, including his own.

The Hollow Woman by ScopesMonkey (M, 51,335 w., 22 Ch. || Post-TRF, Major Character Death, Mystery, Romance, Friendship, Family, Angst, Crime, Reunion, First Kiss / Time, Nightmares, Doctor John, Jealous Sherlock, Jealous John, BAMF John, Angry John, Dub-Con, Rough Sex, Bottomlock, Possessive John, Villain Mary, Open Ending) – Forced to return to London sooner than expected, Sherlock falls into a case too close to home. Part 1 of the Hollowverse series

Swallow the Night by ArwaMachine (E, 87,873 w., 15 Ch. || TSo3/Stag Night Fix It, TAB/S4 Divergence, Toplock, Mutual Pining, PWP, Drunk / Public Sex, Anal Fingering/Sex, Alcohol-Induced Amnesia, Everyone Knows Except Them, Emotional Love Confession, Demisexual Sherlock, Internalized Homophobia [John], Parentlock with Rosie, First Kiss, Drug Relapse, Infidelity, Texting, Masturbation, Oblivious John, Emotional Love Making, Angst with Happy Ending, Dreams and Nightmares) – “Do you know how long,” John panted, his cheek scraping against the wall, looking back at Sherlock through half-closed eyes, “I’ve wanted this?” Sherlock pressed himself against John’s back, biting at John’s ear. “Not nearly as long as I have,” he whispered.

Bakers with Benefits by Raina_at (E, 88,130 w., 14 Ch. || Great British Bake Off AU || Strangers to Lovers, Switchlock, Friends with Benefits, Mentions of Alcoholism / Past Drug Use, Banter, Flirting, Fluff, Light Angst, Semi-Public Sex, Past Sherlock/Victor, Mutual Pining, POV Sherlock, Obsessive Sherlock, John’s Bum) – Sherlock Holmes has a successful YouTube baking channel, but what he really wants is his own bakery. When an old friend sends him a call for the very first Great British Bake Off, he seizes the opportunity to finally win a sponsor for his bakery. Here's the plan: Win Bake Off, get the bakery, don't fall in love with the handsome Army doctor at the neighbouring station. Easy.

Drawn to Stars by Silvergirl (E, 109,272 w., 60 Ch. || S4 Compliant to TLD / TFP Doesn’t Exist, Sherlock’s Italian Adventure, Sherlock/OC and Johnlock, Jealous John, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, First Kiss/Time, Idiots in Love, 3 Part Story, Slow Burn, Inexperienced Sherlock, Bottom Sherlock, Introspection, Alternating First and Third Person POV, Separation and Reconciliation, Emotional Love Making, Love Confessions via Letters, Angst with Happy Ending) – After the Culverton Smith case Sherlock is clean, working, and looking for a romantic partner—since John has told him that’s what he needs. Shame John didn’t mention he was interested in that role himself, before Sherlock went off to Rome with a gorgeous Italian copper to try to fall in love and become a complete human being.  Part 1 of the Drawn to Stars series

Against the Rest of the World by SilentAuror (E, 151,714 w., 20 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Hiatus Fic, POV First Person Sherlock, Present Tense, First Kiss/Time, Big Brother Mycroft, Escaping from Capture, Soft Sherlock, Toplock, Insecurity, Infidelity, Travelling, Introspection, Pining Sherlock, Depression, Fantasies, Yearning for the Past, PTSD Sherlock, Suicidal Ideation) – Sherlock has been away from London for nine hundred and twelve days and counting, and has no idea what sort of reception to expect when he finally returns. 

[thekenobee]

DOUGLAS, FOR GOD SAKE LEAVE THE MOON IN PEACE

[hisgalthursday]

Cabin Pressure Question

Ok, I admit it... I am a huge Marlas shipper.  And I have been thinking about them lately.  So here’s my question... when Martin brings Douglas to a family function as his romantic partner, do you think Wendy ends up loving and being charmed by Douglas, or does she remain cool to him because of the way he treated Simon?  @mjn-air @mywingsareonwheels @essexmermaid @watchingroger @thekenobee @michellebsworld

[cabinpressurechallenge]

summer christmas challenge 2021

bing bong! please fasten your seatbelts and prepare to taxi towards the summer christmas event, which I am delighted to announce will take place over the week of June 21 - 27!

The flight plan is as follows: 

Monday 21 – Arthur day

Tuesday 22 – Martin day

Wednesday 23 – Douglas day

Thursday 24 – Carolyn day

Friday 25 – Theresa day

Saturday 26 – Herc day

Sunday 27 – minor characters day

thank you so much to everyone who filled out the survey, your answers were very helpful and much appreciated! Each day of the challenge will be dedicated to a character, as well as a word game, some suggested episodes to listen to and celebrate, and some other prompts for you to use however you want. I have listed all of this below the cut so even if you’re busy during the challenge week, hopefully this still gives you a little time to participate!

I’ve also opened an ao3 collection - please feel free to submit to it at any point! All posts on tumblr will be tagged ‘summer christmas 2021′. If you have any questions or difficulties, please get in touch, and otherwise, enjoy your flight!

Monday 21 – Arthur day

Episodes: Ottery St Mary, Limerick

Game: yellow car

Quote prompt: ‘quicker than the curious and brighter than a meteor’

Question: what’s your favourite example of Arthur being smart?

Tuesday 22 – Martin day

Episodes: Johannesburg, Wokingham

Game: words of one sound

Quote prompt: ‘your hands protect the flames from the wild winds around you’

Question: what do you think series 1 Martin would think of series 4 Martin?

Wednesday 23 – Douglas day

Episodes: Fitton, Uskerty

Game: books with the last letter knocked off

Quote prompt: ‘and I have come to accept my past is more clay than stone’

Question: how much of Douglas’ personality as the smooth talking sky god do you think he really fakes?

Thursday 24 – Carolyn day

Episodes: Helsinki, St Petersburg

Game: rhyming journeys

Quote prompt: ‘this feeling calls for everything I can’t afford’

Question: what do you think is Carolyn’s biggest turning point in allowing herself to show vulnerability to the MJN family?

Friday 25 – Theresa day

Episodes: Vaduz, Xinzhou

Game: the cabin address

Quote prompt: ‘when I start to tumble from the sky, you remind me how to fly’

Question: at what point do you think Theresa becomes part of the MJN family proper?

Saturday 26 – Herc day

Episodes: Rotterdam, Yverdon les Bains

Game: people who should have been enemies

Quote prompt: ‘the bright golden circle of the sun would melt away into the blue of the sky’

Question: how do you think Herc and Douglas know each other from Air England?

Sunday 27 – minor characters day

Episodes: Newcastle, Molokai

Game: the travelling lemon

Quote prompt: ‘you've seen me from every side, still down for the ride’

Question: who is your favourite minor character? give us a headcanon!

[thebraxiatelcollection]

"We're like a family here!" Code Red. Run away fast, run fast now.

"We're like a family here at MJN Air." WHERE CAN I BE PART OF THIS FAMILY.

[mjn-air]

Fandot Secret Santa @hellyeahjohnfinnemore

Merry Christmas, dear Mars!

Alone on Christmas? Not anymore!

I made you an edit about how the found family of MJN Air happily celebrates together instead of, you know, following through with their original plans of going back to the hotel and getting a bit of sleep (Douglas) or sitting by the pool alone (Martin) - and I hope you will like it and I hope you are having a few calm, peaceful and brilliant days.

[thiswasinevitableid]

Hello! I hope you’re having a great holiday. I’m not sure if you’re still taking winter prompts, but I have a specific request. Have you ever written a sad/comfort holiday fic? Doesnt even have to be romantic. Maybe Aubrey is alone on Christmas but gets to video chat with Duck who reminds her she’s not alone - idk. Something like that would melt my heart. Thank you, again I hope you’re having a nice winter season!

Here you go, I hope this fits the bill! And thank you, <3

In retrospect, trying to fly back to Kepler early Christmas morning when there’s a snowstorm AND a pandemic was not Aubrey’s best plan.

She’s been visiting her aunt and uncle, her only remaining relatives on her mom’s side. It was in part because, after returning Sylvain home, it’s hurt a little less to think about her mom, so seeing the family wasn’t the painful ordeal it used to be. But it’s also because the memory of Dani reuniting with her family sits fresh and bright in her mind. Dani was cut off from them for years, wanting to see them but forbidden under the terms of her exile. Aubrey teared up when she watched her girlfriend be swamped in hugs by an overyjoyed, vampiric extended family. She’d never been cut off from her extended family that way, and a voice in the back of her head that’s she’s sure (okay, mostly sure) doesn’t belong to anyone but her told her it was time to reconnect. So off she flew.

Dani was supposed to come so she could meet them, but came down with a cold the day before they flew out. It turns out that Poinsettias are bad for vampires, and one snuck through Barclay’s careful monitoring of the Lodge lobby.

On the plus side, it meant Dani could stay with Dr. Harris Bonkers, who was not permitted as a carry-on for MJN Air and also was pretty clearly not a normal rabbit, something Aubrey isn’t ready to explain to her relatives.

The downside is it means she’s well and truly alone, sitting in O’Hare and cursing her luck, the weather, and over-priced salad she bought at a kiosk.

She’s far from the only stranded traveler, but everywhere she looks, she sees people in groups or duos, huddled up under vaguely non-denominational seasonal lights and tinsel or sipping fancy coffee.

There was a dinner at the Lodge tonight; it was probably the bomb, Barclay likes an excuse to bust out the fancy menu and make a hundred different things.

She picks up the book she brought, but can’t focus on it. Has the same problem with the games on her phone, the fidget snake Indrid gave her, or her favorite Youtube magic trick how-to series.

Dani is asleep, Barclay said she’d been out more or less all day, even though she felt way better, and Aubrey doesn’t want to call and wake her up. 

The shitty bucket seats near the gate that she sat down by at random are killing her, no matter how she perches or sprawls on them, so she shoulders her bag and trudges down the shiny concourse, looking for somewhere to sit.

It’s not that she’s never been alone, though even when she first traveled away from home she had Dr. Harris Bonkers. It’s more that she;s gotten so used to being around a bunch of people. First at the Lodge, then in Sylvain.

She’s gotten used to having a family. Being without it, on a day when everyone says you should be near them, reminds her too much of the first Christmas without her mom.

God, if she start crying in an airport, it’ll suck. In part because blowing her nose still sometimes leads to little bursts of fire. Janelle is still stumped by that one.

A sign on a little wooden post says the place she’s stopped in front of is open until 2 am. That’ll work. She glances at the name.

It’s the Bigfoot Bar and Grille.

She laughs a little louder than she means to, but it’s 10:30 P.M in an airport; no one gives her a second glance, all too busy doing their own weird thing in a liminal space.

The place has wi-fi, and she plus her phone in to the courtesy socket by her booth. She orders nachos and a root-beer float, because why the hell not, she’s in an airport, lonely, and hungry.

Her phone flashes, an incoming video call where the only thing in the caller I.D is a duck emoji.

“Hey, Lady Flame.” Duck grins at her from the couch; he’s in a Christmas sweater, and Winnie is whapping a shiny toy just out of frame.

“Hi!” She waves, “Indrid tell you I was bored?”

He shakes his head, “Nah, he’s asleep. Zonked out on a carton of nog and two dozen cookies. Barclay mentioned you got stuck when we were at the Lodge earlier. Thought you might like some company.”

“I really, really would.”

“Even if I don’t got much excitin to report?”

“I’m, like, this close to ripping out the speakers in this terminal; they’re all playing Muzak Christmas Carols.”

Duck grimaces

“I know, right? Frosty the Snowman is bad enough on it’s own.”

“Yeah, never cared much for that one. Always liked ‘Silver Bells.’“ He mumbles a little on the admission.

“Duck, you’ve never lived in a city.”

“So? Kinda fun, imaginin Christmas in a different place.”

“0/10, would not recommend.”

He snickers, says encouragingly, “c’mon, gotta be a song that puts you in the Christmas spirit.”

“I kinda like the ones from the Rudolph movie, the one with the kinda creepy animation. Mom liked to sing them to me when I was little. She’d be, like, decorating the tree and singing to herself and let me help and-”

She sniffs, not noticing the tear until it falls.

“Sorry. I’m still getting used to talking about her like that to people.”

“S’okay. You don’t have to.”

“I...I kinda want to. Even though I did it a bunch this week, I couldn’t talk to my relatives about the whole fire-guilt-surprise you’re a god thing.”

The view shifts, Duck adjusting the laptop so the small Christmas tree is in the background.

“What else did she do?”

And so Aubrey tells him; about the year of the badly burnt cookies that they ate anyway, of her mom reading her the same picture book, even when she got too old for it, because it was a tradition for the two of them. Of her mom wearing the flamebright pendant at Christmas parties and Aubrey always asking if she could wear it this year.

Eventually, the harried waitress puts her food down before dashing off to cover eight other tables.

“Better let you go, don’t want those nachos gettin cold.”

“Yeah. Cold nachos are sad. Thanks for keeping me company.”

“Any time. And Aubrey? Know it feels like, being stuck there tonight, but you ain’t alone. And I don’t mean in some weird, woo-woo way. I mean we’re all thinkin about you, and we’ll all be waitin for you tomorrow. It ain’t like before you came to Kepler, when there wasn’t anyone waitin for you at the next stop, or the one after that. Where there wasn’t really a home. You got a home now, hell, you got two of ‘em, one on each planet.”

Aubrey wipes her thumb under her eye.

You ain’t alone, Lady Flame, you’re just a little further away than usual.”

“Yeah” the words sink in and she smiles, brighter this time, “yeah, you’re right. Thanks.”

“No problem.”

“Merry Christmas, Duck.”

“Merry Christmas, Aubrey.”

[theresa-of-liechtenstein]

missed abu dhabi so here are some Unsolicited Boston Thoughts. no nuance november isn’t over yet ig

carolyn in the opening....that was one of the things i used to loop over and over again, it’s just so much fun

i find it hilarious how this is one of only two episodes featuring a place presently claimed by the usa. idk why, i just think it’s funny

so funny how martin thinks he can get in with easyjet when he can’t make a single decision, even with a life hanging in the balance

apart, mr finnemore really went there in lampooning american mannerisms. especially through mr L (leeman? lehman? idkman). i have DEFINITELY seen mr Ls in my daily life

tangentially, wasn’t this from 2008? long before the whole ‘Karen’ euphemism became a real cultural phenomenon.

so mr L is a ‘karen’...

anyway carolyn swooping in after arthur’s attempt at confronting mr L is just. chef’s kiss.

ok but mr L’s whole spiel at martin when martin tries to confront him. “you need my business more than i need you.” just...yikes...peak ‘karen’

and “you’re a little guy who can’t get with the big boys and wears a rear admiral’s uniform to make up the fact that he’s just a flying cabbie.” BIG OOF.

martin can’t defend himself after that (not that he could defend himself before tho) because it’s a confirmation of his biggest insecurity. for all his insufferable pomposity, martin is keenly aware of the fact that he’s a loser, in so many ways and all the ones that matter.

yeah he’s annoying in these first episodes but. wow. i can’t help but pity him.

although imagine telling that to my fourteen year old self like come ON i would flip,,,,

anyway arthur really indirectly caused mr L’s death and said “now that we’re done with that, wanna see my renegade?”

on a similar tangent, umm gerti isn’t that big,,, wouldn’t that mean everyone on board,,, saw everything that happened??

no but imagine sitting on this little plane with other bizjet passengers and you just see one of your fellow passengers get taken out by a young steward with a fire extinguisher. i would never fly bizjet again

shanwick sounds....very familiar..................... 😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏

some fun facts about shanwick because cabin pressure made me an avgeek and i spent most of 2017-2018 convinced i was going to become a pilot before i actually went into a flightdeck and realized i would never be tall enough to see over the controls—long story very embarrassing don’t ask

shanwick refers to an air control area overseeing the eastern region of the north atlantic tracks, beginning at 30 W longitude and going eastward. it’s not referential to a real place, but joint management. the high frequency radios are located in SHANnon and the actual air traffic controllers (including the very familiar-sounding one martin talks to) are located in prestWICK.

since mjn is flying westward, they would have switched communications and selcal operations to gander radio in canada (come from away, anyone?) after 30 West.

however, martin continues to talk to shanwick throughout the episode, and douglas mentions that they are “twenty minutes to midway,” which would mean they are relatively close to switching to gander communications.

when shanwick tells martin the directions to reykjavik, she is telling him how to leave the designated track at the altitude that gerti is currently flying at. the north atlantic tracks are set up so that each are all parallel, but the aircraft are spaced at different altitudes and put farther north or south due to weather conditions; it’s gander and shanwick’s jobs to direct aircraft into the different tracks. if you go on flightradar24 and check out the north atlantic, you should be able to see aircraft marching across in an orderly fashion, which is super freaking neat!

which all sounded very cool in my head but has absolutely nothing to do with the actual episode. if you want to read more about the north atlantic tracks, this blog from a ups captain is incredibly lovely. again totally unrelated but in 2018 he shut down someone who was trying to mansplain spoilers to me after i made a post on twitter and then encouraged me to consider flying as a profession. i have never forgotten that act of virtual kindness.

ANYWAY martin really is unbelievably bad at making decisions isn’t he

“he’s rich, he’ll have friends” JAHEHEHEHDHDHEJJESJSJ

i was listening to boston with my good buddy @shining-diamond9 (to whom i’m introducing cp so wish us luck), who guessed that dr price would be a dentist. which ended up being really funny that he turned out to be a civil engineer, as we’re both studying engineering (correct me if i’m wrong mate)

HMMMMM THE PARAMEDIC SOUNDS FAMILIAR TOO,,,,,,, 😏 see you in [redacted] ms ziegler....

NOT MR FINNEMORE HAVING THE TSA AGENT INVOKE THE STUPID PATRIOT ACT PLEAAAAAAAAASE DFJWJWIWOKWL

once had a mini swiss army knife confiscated by tsa bc it was in a carry-on. it hadn’t even been USED smh

arthur liking toblerone and it being a running thing in cp and the fandom is such a bittersweet thing for me because i have liked toblerone since i was 12, even before listening to cp, because a person i once thought i fancied brought in toblerone for the whole class as part of their presentation on switzerland, where their family came from, and i think i ate it over the course of a week?

i would gladly split a toblerone with arthur

ooh i got a six pack of toblerone from costco a few weeks ago and it’s sitting in my pantry. i can’t wait to eat some

man this was fun but i’m not sure how much i’ll be able to do of these, finals are this next fortnight and i won’t be able to give more of these broke takes until after those are done. i’d love to keep doing it though! i love to spout senseless drivel about my favorite show ❤️

[aceofwhump]

Cabin Pressure whump fic recs

For @theladyoffangorn who asked for some H/C / whumpy fics for the radio drama Cabin Pressure. Sorry it took so long! I hope you like these :D Also if you haven’t listened to Cabin Pressure you really should. It’s the best.

Something is Wrong, A Cabin Pressure Fic By: LoveAlltheSherlocks

Something is wrong with Martin. 

Tobermory By: ufovalet 

The crew of MJN fly a package to a small Scottish isle during a dangerous snowstorm. Martin has rotten luck. Martin whump, Martin/Douglas friendship 

Cabin Pressure: God Rest Ye, Merry Gentlemen By: Kerkerian-Horizon 

Martin Crieff falls ill shortly before Christmas. Thanks to a sad-looking Labrador and other circumstances, Arthur and Douglas happily break the law to come to his aid. Cabin Pressure fic, also featuring Carolyn, Herc and Snoopadoop and lots of friendship.

An Unexpected Destination By: fortytworedvines 

Things are going badly wrong in Martin's homelife, and Douglas's isn't great either. MJN's like a family now, and they'll help each other out- but they have to reveal their problems first.

The lives we touch By: Launa Alvara 

Martin knew that if he ever ended up in hospital, no one would be sitting at his bedside waiting for him to wake up. When the situation arises, he's not surprised to find he isn't wrong...

Never Too Much By: SentimentalDefect 

CABIN PRESSURE SICK!FIC Martin is seriously ill and alone for the weekend, and is afraid to call anyone for help. In which Martin is sick, Carolyn is motherly, and family proves to be much more than the people we are raised with.

Five to Drive By: whitchry9 

Martin is 'off' and Douglas notices. Luckily, he knows how to fix it. (Because he knows everything, basically.)

I've Never Had Air Sickness Before! By: Cumberbatch Critter 

A CABIN PRESSURE FANFIC. "Wha-? No, no, no! I'm not sick! Why would I be sick? I don't get air sickness; I've dreamt of being in the air since-" "Yes, Martin, we know all about your dreams. However, in this instance, you are a living-breathing-cold-or-flu-breeding-machine. Please don't sneeze on the controls." Martin's ill, whether he wants to admit it or not.

In The Fell Clutch of Circumstance By: DreamBrother 

All it takes is a warm summer's day and the sting of a wasp. 

Thrust my Luck By: Froggybangbang 

In answer to a prompt for Whump!Martin. Martin gets home after a week of flight and things go from bad to worse. rated for a bit on chapter 2. Sorry about that: my brain got away from me!

Because I'm Useless By: Kenizz 

Martin knows he's useless, he knows that no matter what he does someone else will, and has already done it better than he ever could. So the day when Douglas slaps him across the face he isn't surprised, everybody else hit him, why should'n Douglas?

New York It's a Helluva Town By: jink 

Sick!Martin reports to work where pride, poverty, and the temptation of extra layover time see him take a turn for the worst in line of duty.Carolyn saves her money, Arthur saves the day, Douglas saves the universe and Martin saves no one

Reach Out for our Hands by Lydia_E_Nheers

Martin is at the end of his rope. He missed an important van job. He's just given his last two hundred pounds to pay his rent. Now he has no money, no food, and no job. His van is breaking down and eventually he follows suit.