thingintheroad

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so theres this film called penda's fen ill be checking out

this is a still from it. the main character is a ginger teenager coming to terms with himself in a christian setting. its a horror i believe and ill be feeding back if we could like minds-ify it

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have this

nigel dying and morpheus selecting him for the next Dream of the Endless incarnation is such a fun concept to me

like after the gunshot and the bleeding out, a vortex of a thousand stars encompasses his being.

(sorry i deleted and reposted this as one post i got mentally ill)

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he emerges lying on the cold marble floor of a throne room of sorts, just as he had been on the tracks in his Jack's arms moments ago.

a large cat-like figure paces towards him, eyes like a million dying galaxies as they seem to consume his soul.

what was this?

he was meant to achieve eternity, to come out the other side with Jack and receive the gift he had done so much to achieve.

the cat spoke to him.

"you are nigel. you have just left the land of the living, but you were not brought away by my sister, Death."

he couldnt bring words to his mouth if he wanted to. he strains his throat, but all that leaves is a dry croak.

the cat spoke again.

"do not strain yourself so, i will answer your questions soon. for now, remain here, i am not quite done with my work.". it's paws sound almost like fracturing stars against the cool stone flooring as it pads away from him.

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it almost feels like days go by before he meets the cat again.

after a short while, he is able to get up from where he lies and exit out from the room he woke up in. just outside the gigantic door he encounters a pair of birds, both crows.

just as the cat, they too can talk, but are unable or unwilling to discuss the nature of where exactly he finds himself, of the identity of the cat itself. all he is able to learn is that they refer to the cat as their 'boss', or 'master'.

moving down the hall, he comes into a library, it's sole inhabitant referring to themselves as a librarian, once again divulging no information about where he is.

the library apparently contains a record of every dream and nightmare ever dreamt, all able to be read but none able to be edited.

he does not consider asking if he could read Jack's book to learn if he'd dreamt of him since…

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a sudden burning pain erupts over the left side of his face and through his skull.

nigel doubles over, nearly crying out in pain but once again finding he is unable to make a sound.

the pain lasts for a few seconds, leaving him dizzy and grasping blindly for support before the librarian helps to steady him, a look almost recognisable as pity painting their face, but in his blind panic nigel finds his mind failing him.

he thinks about Jack - Alex. how stupid could he be to meet someone he cherished so deeply just to throw it all away for some vague understanding of destiny? how could he leave him to face whatever was to come next alone?

he thinks about Susan. he thinks about every descision he could have made differently to not drag her into his twisted continuation. he thinks about the life she could have lived had he been able to understand how far gone he truly was.

he thinks about Josh. in some way he could justify it as self defense, but in no way did josh have to die. that was the beginning of the end.

as for the rest - he feels an unmoving refusal to even think. he feels an almost hollow sickness and confusion about it. nothing about it had been right.

he had been wrong about everything.

he loses conciousness, falling to the floor.

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he woke to a sunset.

nigel was wrapped in his coat, a cool breeze causing the tallgrass to appear as though it was an ocean.

a figure sat beside him; tall, and dressed as though they were some kind of strange royalty, long hair as wild as the last year or so of his life. it suited them well, they held themseves in a way that felt as though nigel could truly feel at ease with them.

they wore sleek, dark gloves, and conducted a crystal ball as though it were an orchestra. nigel felt a deep draw to it, as though it held the key to the real peace he dreamt of in his fitful sleep.

the figure turned to him, and he felt consumed by the cosmos held behind their eyes.

he remembered this stranger, they had met him in his dreams when he was young, they gave him safe passage from his strange nightmares.

the stranger, dressed in peculiar silks and conducting an orb that seemed to hold countless galaxies, was the Dream King.

"it's very nice to see you again, young nigel. i am sorry you lost yourself so".

had nigel been anyone else, they would have fallen to shards at the tone the Dream King spoke to him with, but something inside him understood this was a comfort.

"yes, but not how you may think. see, the universe does not work as you may think it does. the god you believed you served does exist, and there is a hell, but there is no such heaven. humans are not quite tested how you were lead to believe they are. had you passed at the age intended by nature, you would have passed on to the sunless lands".

nigel tried again to speak, finding that his voice was still gone.

he stares out into the sunset, and finds his head spun with what began falling into it - visions of millions of planets being born and dying and moving through the universe.

the king speaks again, drawing nigels attention.

"nigel, listen to me, you are about to experience billions of changes at once. you currently cannot comprehend how cosmically important you will be, and i can only wish you the best. once this change is over you will meet The Night herself, our mother, and you will be given the choice to remember your human life or be done with it, becoming the cosmic being you have been fated to be since before your planet was born".

he looked as if he was coming apart at the edges, a million strands of light and stardust coming undone and circling around the two of them

nigel stares at his hands, the cosmos in his palms, and begins to cry.

images once again flooded his head, but this time of people. of humanity. of love, of peace, of hatred, of war. he was the observer and crafter of the thoughts placed into a person's head as they slept.

before he got the chance to even look up, the dream king spoke for the final time.

"it has been a pleasure to meet you, Morpheus".

in a second, the man before him became pure light, and every strand of life flowed into him.

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alex couldnt tell if it had been minutes or hours, time felt liquid. he was sitting with the body of a boy he had become enraptured and fundamentally changed by, who had just sustained a fatal gunshot wound directly to the face. flesh and blood and viscera ran down the side of the pale, dead skin.

there was so much blood and it was all over alex.

the rain wasnt helping, it was mixing with the blood and making even more of a mess, but alex couldnt look away from nigel.

nigel was dead.

nigel was dead.

dead and gone, and he couldnt do anything to convince the world otherwise.

in an instant, an almost heavenly sound could be heard. it sang through his mind, through his being, and rang in his ribs.

he wasnt sure whether it was thunder.

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#like minds #like minds 2006 #nigel colbie #alex forbes #fanfic

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sitting at his silly little desk, with his silly little ipod, just jamming back and forth while finishing off a taxidermy project or doing some writing in his book to H-O-T T-O G-O! SNAP AND CLAP AND TOUCH YOUR TOES! RAISE YOUR HANDS NOW BODY ROLL! DANCE IT OUT YOURE HOT TO GO!

Rip Nigel Colbie you would've loved "Femininomenon" by Chappell Roan (going off my head canon that he loves girlypop music)

#chappell roan #nigel colbie

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he would have his headphones on full blast with this one

Rip Nigel Colbie you would've loved "Femininomenon" by Chappell Roan (going off my head canon that he loves girlypop music)

#like minds #nigel colbie #chappell roan #Spotify

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prepare yourselves

#like minds #nigel colbie #dream!nigel

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#hozieronthestreet

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i kinda feel this one in a less murder nigel way,

this is also assuming alex's dad is less bad.

so alex still takes him on the train (to actually scare him this time they dont dangle him out the door just take him somewhere) and on the way back nigel, in his tired and scared state, talks about intrusive thoughts and alex is able to talk to him abt it and 13 years later we end up with the two of them hearing this from hoziers album Wasteland Baby and they relate to it both being alive and happy and nigel goes to a psych about his intrusive thoughts and gets the help he needs!

no im not ranting frustration about not getting the help i need :3

SIT IN AND WATCH THE SUNLIGHT FADE HONEY ENJOY IT'S GETTING LATE THERE'S NO PLAN THERE'S NO HAND ON THE REIN AS MACK EXPLAINED THERE WILL BE DARKNESS AGAIN

#hozier #like minds #like minds 2006

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Alright but what sound was Alex talking about?

When he was holding Nigel's body in the rain, he talked about hearing an 'incredible sound'

"That sound. Oh, that sound. It was incredible. It's like the Gods were rejoicing for what was done"

What was he hearing?? Was he talking about the sound of the heavy rain? The sound of his own cries? Something entirely different, maybe a more ethereal, heavenly, or otherworldly sound in his mind?

#in my dream!nigel fic its gonna be nigel becoming morpheus making a psychic sound or smth #but srs i think it was a hallucination or thunder #i have lots of thoughts about alex and low-tier hallucinations #or him associating random events with nigel #like when people are convinced everything is a sign #kiiiinda like how i headcanon that nigel took alex and his friends kidnapping him as a sign to Begin The Horrors #like minds #alex forbes #like minds 2006

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something i may be able to project healthily is abandonment issues now GIVE ME A HORRIBLE BOY TO PROJECT THEM ONTO!!!!!

#like minds #like minds 2006

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if the key to love is being punched in a field i know a place

#like minds #like minds 2006 #welshposting #llandaff fields

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im touching grass!!!! rare blake good mental health moment? 🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯

#outdoors moment #touching grass

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more bird

#blake animal photo posting #crow moment #crow #corvid moment

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#crow #corvid moment #crow moment #blake animal photo posting

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these are the vibes for visceral ch2

#like minds #nigel colbie #alex forbes #like minds 2006 #fanfic #Spotify #Youtube

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go read it its actually fuckin sick

Reminder that I wrote this fic where Nigel survives the shot

Just saying

#like minds #gali-in-destress

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read or maybe dont!

#unfinished fic #like minds

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idk if the punchline is very seeable buttttttttttt :3

Like minds in a nutshell

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