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mjn-air · 6 months
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vonlipvig · 3 months
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a little gift for my friend eleanor @bagadew who wanted to see thee girlboss of the skies herself, carolyn knapp-shappey from cabin pressure! i had a lot of fun drawing her and reminiscing about this great radio show (man, i should really relisten to it!), i really hope you like it!
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thatchronicfeeling · 3 months
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ABLED PERSON
No offence, but [insert something massively ableist and extremely personal]
ME, A DISABLED PERSON
(extremely Carolyn Knapp-Shappey voice)
when you say "no offence"...
...do you, in fact, know what that means?
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mywingsareonwheels · 3 months
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"Cabin Pressure"-related compliments
You are so brilliant that you make Arthur as happy as tossing an apple from hand to hand
You are so brilliant that even Carolyn has to agree when Arthur says you are brilliant
You are so brilliant that Douglas cuts out the middle-man and calls you "terrific"
You are so brilliant that Martin has invited you for a platonic[1] date to Duxford Air Museum. :-)
[1] Or not platonic! Depending on your preference. :D
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i imagine herc and linda got off the plane in newcastle with very different opinions about how their positioning flight went (credit to @sircarolyn for the inspiration)
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i-know-this-man · 9 months
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watchingroger · 1 year
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The noise Gordon made stomping through the house could have woken the dead. He discarded his shoes and coat on the stairs, aiming for the den and his well-stocked bar. Something stopped him and made him turn towards the kitchen instead.
The dining room was lit for once, with table set with silverware and crystal wine glasses and burning candles. A vase with lilies sat on the dresser. It had been a wedding present from his mother.
“What’s all this?” he demanded.
“Ah, Gordon, you’re home,” Carolyn said mildly. He had caught her pulling a dish out of the oven. She wore an old apron over her best frock, earrings dangled from her ears and pearls fell to a perfect inch above the neckline of her dress. Her face was made up, which wasn’t something that happened often. 
“What’s all this?” Gordon asked again.
“It may have escaped your notice, but we have been married 20 years today.” Carolyn kept her voice carefully benign.
“Where’s the boy?”
“Arthur’s out with Kitty.”
“Kitty? Which one’s Kitty?”
“Arthur has been seeing Kitty for almost two months. It would be nice if you tried to take a little notice.”
“Oh they’ve all got such bloody stupid names,” Gordon growled, “why should I care to keep up? The lad doesn’t want me snooping around, and nor should he. You want to keep your nose out as well. No girl wants a man whose mother knows where he is every hour of the day.”
Carolyn didn’t take the bait. She had the evening carefully planned. Asparagus threatening to become burnt rather than charred gave her the opportunity to turn away. She took a deep breath. Composed, she turned back to her husband. “Why don’t you go and get changed?” she suggested. “Dinner will be ready in a couple of minutes.”
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Gordon threw back the last of his wine and set the glass on the table. Carolyn cleared her throat delicately and waited a beat before taking away the plates. She did not get the thanks she deserved. It had been a vain hope, she knew.
“Right,” Gordon said in the accent that Carolyn had come to find so grating, “Is that all?”
Carolyn counted to ten for the 26th time that evening. She had been keeping track. “Actually, there was something I wanted to give you.”
She handed him a box wrapped elaborately in paper and ribbon. Gordon accepted it with a suspicious look. He ripped off the paper carelessly, tugging on the ribbon until it gave way. Inside he found a brown envelope, addressed to him. He threw Carolyn a look as he tore into it.
Divorce papers.
Carolyn almost grinned. Gordon was actually speechless. There weren’t many things that could render him lost for words. This felt like a victory to Carolyn, who had made it a point to enjoy every one of the few she achieved in this marriage.
“You’re not getting any of my money,” he said eventually, speaking louder than was necessary.
Typical, thought Carolyn. He still hadn’t realised that there were things more important than money. “We’ll see what the court has to say about that.”
AO3
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halorvic · 1 year
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It's been a long time -- reacquainting myself with the crew of My Jet Now Air 🛫
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beastlyanachronism · 1 month
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Snoopadoop the cockapoo, noblest of hounds
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olympain · 1 month
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cabin pressure (a-z): ottery st mary
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mjn-air · 4 months
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quotidianish · 2 months
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More cabin pressure doodles!
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captbexx · 1 year
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Cabin Pressure ✈️
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mywingsareonwheels · 1 year
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Cabin Pressure & Shadow and Bone
I see that Kaz Brekker went to the Douglas Richardson school of keeping co-conspirators properly informed as to his plans. Or to indulge in an incorrect quote:-
Jesper: This isn’t telling us, Kaz, this is aggravated not telling us.
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to take a photograph, and live inside.
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runawaymarbles · 9 months
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I see you John Finnemore extended universe
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