Ok So I Was Searching The Internet For Fable Stuff As One Does, And For Some Reason I Decided To Search

Rare footage of my bedroom

Why did no one tell me about The Shrine, this is great

Lister: “ugh I hate Rimmer”

Anyone: “So you’re gonna move out now that the crew’s gone?”

Lister: “oh no, I’m gonna live everyday with him for 30 years, have gay dreams about passionately making out with him, then say that he’s the moon to my sun and that I’m incomplete without his presence with my life”

Anyone: …

Episode 8 killed me. I LOVE HALBRAND SO MUCH. WHYYYYYY?

Best Himbo in all of Albion

major swift: guns on the rear gate!

ben finn:

Who Says Fuck | Fable 2&3 Version

Regularly says fuck: Sparrow, Hero of Brightwall, Walter

Has sworn off saying fuck, but has said it at some point: Theresa, Hammer

Has not said fuck before, but can if so desired: Reaver, Ben Finn, Logan

Has not said fuck before, and refuses to say it: Page, Elliot/Elise, Garth

Legally cannot say fuck: Jasper

On the Dock

Fable 2 one shot

This is technically the prologue for a bigger fanfic that I’m in the process of writing but knowing me that’ll take forever so I’m posting it here as a one shot. This is basically a look at Sparrows mental state directly after the spire, that moment always felt weird playing it so here’s what it was like for Sparrow to live it.

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She didn’t move. The wooden dock creaked under her feet, the gentle waves wrapping around the beams securing its place. The wind pushed past her gently, so gently that her hair, her clothes, nothing moved. She didn’t move. The sounds of trees and the hustle and bustle of oakfield met her ears and she heard them but she hadn’t heard them, in that moment she was without senses, she took in no sound, she noticed nothing about her surroundings , she didn’t feel the wind sting her just as she didn’t feel the gun still in her hand. Warm. She didn’t move. She was separated from that moment, she was nowhere at all, her body stood on that dock but her mind was transfixed on the spire, away from it but staring. Staring.

There was a sense of injustice. Injustice at the fact it was over so quickly. Her whole life she had spent preparing for one moment, 20 years full of sacrifice after sacrifice all leading her to that moment. 20 years of purpose against a lifetime of nothing. It was over. Her vengeance gave her a reason, a reason to keep fighting not just for herself but for the world, for Albion, for Rose, and now she had nothing but a feeling of emptiness and a statue with her name. How could she live a normal life without that goal? How could she live knowing she filled no purpose? For the first time in a very long time she felt utterly alone.

Her faithful friend was taken from after her. Her companions had vanished one by one in front of her, leaving her behind, living their lives. One by one, her only comfort through it all, some more than others, some for more selfish reasons, had gone. Her quest was done, her half cocked mission was completed and all that was left was this intolerable nothing.

Why?

She blinked at the spire, her mind returning to that moment, the dock creaking beneath her feet, the gentle waves beneath it, the wind pushing past her short hair, and the sounds. She noticed it all. She clenched the gun in her hand and moved her gaze from the spire.

She didn’t move.

I love that H. G. Wells was basically the origin of science fiction writers pausing their stories to infodump about alien biology or physics.

There's a section of The War of the Worlds where the journalist is stuck in a house with someone so Wells spends pages telling us about how cool and weird Martian biology is, and it's genuinely fascinating. Wells is possibly the father of speculative biology. His conception of the Martians came entirely from extrapolation from the then-novel theories of evolution and germ theory.

People often write off Wells's fiction as kind of boring and old hat, but it still reads really well.

“I am a serious professional artist” I whisper to no one as a draw this.

Yes this is based off of that meme

This shouldn’t have made me laugh as much as it did 😭😭😭😭

I was going to actually put more effort in this but then I fell asleep and gave up

sOoOoooo take it raw

Ah, it's fantastic that I casually watch documentaries and shows that include Stephen Fry whether or not I know it until I hear/see him. Everytime I hear HIM.

Audio is from Last Chance to See (Blue Whale) with Stephen Fry