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@mineralizedwritings. Lol, yeah…my wording was confusing 😅
Ah, yes, Tom Holland seems to be the fan-favorite Spider-Man. XD For good reason. 😂
What’s been some of your favorite Marvel clips so far?
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Well bare in mind I have literally no idea what I’m watching, but I was watching a compilation of Tom Holland being gen z, and tbh it was pretty accurate representation of what we’re like 🤣
(Jumping on a bed, getting excited over a large piece number lego set, having fun and then realizing you have wasted 40 min of your life ect…)
From what I’ve seen the interactions with Tony stark are pretty funny. XD
Just wondering because I probobly won’t ever watch the movies, how does he hide it all from Aunt May? Like does Tony have to pretend to be somebody else n order to talk to him? (Going off the scene where they were both in her house, how did he get in? XD)
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Well bare in mind I have literally no idea what I’m watching, but I was watching a compilation of Tom Holland being gen z, and tbh it was pretty accurate representation of what we’re like 🤣
(Jumping on a bed, getting excited over a large piece number lego set, having fun and then realizing you have wasted 40 min of your life ect…)
Lol, that is too funny 😂
Yesss, his interactions with Tony are hilarious!!! 😆
Okay, so, good for you, I just rewatched Civil War yesterday, so it’s fresh in my mind, lol, 😂, Tony lied and said that Peter had applied for a grant he was offering and won it, and was simply talking to May for a bit, and when Peter walked in, he talked about the grant, Peter, for some reason, played along, and Tony asked if he could speak with Peter for a few minutes, to which May agreed. They both knew he was Tony Stark…bc everyone knows, pretty much, lol, but I guess that’s how Peter kept it a secret in that moment 😅
Now for the extended period of time…I have no clue. 😆
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Ok that makes since.
I saw the clip where he’s asking him to go the Germany, and he’s like no… I have… homework.
XDXD
And Tony’s like Imma pretend you didn’t say that.
😭🤣🤣
what, did Tony want him to drop from school? XD
Or just like… the world has much bigger problems than your homework XD
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I totally understand, girl!!!
Forgiveness is hard! 🥲❤️
It’s honestly one of the hardest things for me to do still…and I think that’s why it’s a recurring theme in my books…😉
God understands too! ❤️
Amen!
You do that too? Like, the themes of your books are always things you’re struggling with in the moment? XD I do that ALL the timeYw!!!! 💗💗💗 Can and will do!!! 🙏
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I will pray for your cousin!! 💗💗💗
Thanks you! =) I appreciate it.
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(Part of) Isaiah 45:19Thanks!
You’re welcome!!
What do you think of the idea of there being a sequal? I watched the tailor awhile ago and got the idea it was going to be much more romance focused, but idk
Hm, I’m not sure! I actually had no idea there would be another one, lol, so know I’ll go watch the trailer! I’m excited tho! Into the Spiderverse was one that me and my little brother kept singing the songs out of it and quoting it XD. We’re like that.
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Yw!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️
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Haha, I’m glad you think so!!! XD Yeahhhh, me and my siblings came up with Steve always being teased about not being able to work the oven, lol 😂
XD Yes, it’s hilarious!! Lol I love it. And Tony constantly being called ‘Stank’ 😂😂
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Ah I’m so sorry! I thought I had responded!! 😭
I KNOWWWW!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭 UGH, girl, yessss!!!!! 😆😆😆 So, so hard!!! I finally came up with it once I noticed that there was a pattern for anti-Nazi resistance groups to be named after flowers (The White Rose and the Edelweiss Pirates) and then I looked up what an Iris symbolizes…and I FINALLY came up with a name…after months of calling them “The Resistance”. 🤣🤣🤣
YESS!!! 😭😭 And oh my goodness, right?! Sooo hard! Oh wow! I love that! XD The resistance isn’t that bad! I literally just call mine “Vance’s Group” 🤣🤣. So original, I know.
I know!!!! My baby!!!!! 😭💗
Yes!! 😭💗😭💗 And that scene you shared yesterday…I’m worried 😨😬😨😬
He’s just amazing! 😆😍 Oh my goodnesss, girl!!!! That is SOOOO cute!!!!!!!!! 😍😍😍 My younger brother HATES writing…he’ll type occasionally, but he HATES writing…😅 But your brother writing is absolutely ADORABLE and AMAZING!!!!! 💗💗💗💗💗
Yes, he is! Aww thank you!!! And YES it is!!! 😍😍😍 I am so proud of him!! Haha, he used to be like that, hated writing, but when I started getting into it more, he started showing interest! So maybe theirs some hope for your brother 😀😉! And now he’s come up with 5+ awesome characters, and a great story line! He really wants to put them in the character castle eventually, but for now me and him have our characters together in a sibling Lord of the Rings type RP. (Dylan and his character, Alex, get along very well, surprisingly 😅).
I told him what you said, and he blushed a little and said to tell you Thank you! 💗🥰💗🥰
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I saw the clip where he’s asking him to go the Germany, and he’s like no… I have… homework. XDXD
And Tony’s like Imma pretend you didn’t say that.
😭🤣🤣
what, did Tony want him to drop from school? XD
Or just like… the world has much bigger problems than your homework XD
XDXD I saw that part too! Tony’s…just being Tony XD. Poor Peter 😭🤣🥰
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@gwyndalf-the-wise. Haha, I do that all the time!!! 😂 Glad to hear I’m not alone in that, lol! XD My pastor says the same thing though, honestly, lol! He says whenever he preaches a sermon, God often, that day, tests him on whatever he’s preaching about! 😆
I saw the clip where he’s asking him to go the Germany, and he’s like no… I have… homework.
XDXD
And Tony’s like Imma pretend you didn’t say that.
😭🤣🤣
what, did Tony want him to drop from school? XD
Or just like… the world has much bigger problems than your homework XD
Lol, yeah, that’s in Civil War! 😂
Both you and @lightoverdarkness6 really need to watch the Captain America movies. 😉 They’re just AMAZING!!!! 😍
XD Yes, it’s hilarious!! Lol I love it. And Tony constantly being called ‘Stank’ 😂😂
Glad you like it! XD
Ah I’m so sorry! I thought I had responded!! 😭
You’re fine, girl!!! I do it all the time! 😆
YESS!!! 😭😭 And oh my goodness, right?! Sooo hard! Oh wow! I love that! XD The resistance isn’t that bad! I literally just call mine “Vance’s Group” 🤣🤣. So original, I know.
Thanks!!! ❤️ Lol, I get that. XD I’m sure you’ll come up with something soon enough! 🙂
Yes!! 😭💗😭💗 And that scene you shared yesterday…I’m worried 😨😬😨😬
Haha…you and me both…🤐🤐🤐
Yes, he is! Aww thank you!!! And YES it is!!! 😍😍😍 I am so proud of him!! Haha, he used to be like that, hated writing, but when I started getting into it more, he started showing interest! So maybe theirs some hope for your brother 😀😉! And now he’s come up with 5+ awesome characters, and a great story line! He really wants to put them in the character castle eventually, but for now me and him have our characters together in a sibling Lord of the Rings type RP. (Dylan and his character, Alex, get along very well, surprisingly 😅).
You’re welcome!!!! ❤️❤️❤️ Aww, that’s amazing!!!! Me and my siblings do things like “telling stories” all the time, where we talk/act out characters and stuff, lol! XD It gets WILD! (aww, that’s great!!! 😍)
I told him what you said, and he blushed a little and said to tell you Thank you! 💗🥰💗🥰
Awww, he’s very welcome!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ (he’s your brother that loves Leo, right? That makes me so happy. 🥰🥰🥰)
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Soooo…I wanted to share this finished chapter with y’all that’s in my current draft of Freedom’s Fire! ❤️
I feel so bad for My Boys…😭
July 1944
Two months. Almost two months since he had first come to this camp.
The pickaxe hit the rock with a clang.
The area was being cleared for reasons none of them knew. But they had to work. You couldn’t just say “no”.
Leon gritted his teeth and swung at the rock again, knocking off a small gray chunk. His grip on the pickaxe tightened, turning his knuckles white.
The white and blue striped uniform, already big on him when it had been given to him, was getting even bigger. Bones in his skin were beginning to show, white against tan skin.
He hit the rock again.
Aadelheide was just on the other side of the camp, yet Leon couldn’t find her…see her…talk to her…hold her.
Many men also had wives on the other side. It was reassuring; knowing that he wasn’t alone, but it didn’t make him feel better…didn’t make it easier to deal with.
He’d seen men walk up to the electric fence separating the two sides and touch it: ending all of it in an instant. It was easy, simple, and fast, but Leon still had a wife and kids to get back to.
“…You’re quiet today.”
Leon shrugged, hitting the rock again and knocking off another small chunk, grip still tight. “Not much to talk about, Yosef.”
The teenager smiled softly. “There’s plenty to talk about. You just have to be-“
“Nothing good.”
“What about everything in the past…? It can remind us where God has been faithful, can’t it?”
Leon’s grip on the pickaxe tightened even more. “We’re supposed to be working. Not now, Yosef…”
“Abba said three men came to Christ over the Bible study last night, Leon, isn’t that amazing? People can still come to Christ in this-“
“Not now, Yosef.” Leon interrupted, hitting the rock again with even more force than one would deem needed, knocking off a big chunk.
He still had some of his strength left.
“I just thought…well, that you wouldn’t want it to be quiet.”
“I’m fine with quiet.” Leon replied.
Quiet gave him time to slow down. Quiet gave him time to think for himself. Quiet gave him time to not be told what to do for once.
“…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bother you. I’m sure this is hard for you.”
Leon glanced at the sixteen-year-old.
Yosef may not have been eighteen yet, but in all reality, in all truth, he was a man in a boy’s body. War and this camp had made him a man.
Leon let out a deep breath. Just because he was hurting didn’t mean he needed to be cross with Yosef. “No, I’m sorry for being cross with you when I shouldn’t be. I’m sorry, Yosef. I know you just want to help people.”
“You don’t have to apologize…I shouldn’t push anyone. I just…I want…”
“For people to be saved and happy?”
Slowly, Yosef nodded, hitting a rock, knocking off a tiny chunk. “…Pretty much.”
Leon nodded.
They both lapsed into silence. The only sounds heard were those of pickaxes hitting rocks and the sounds of the two guards on watch; laughing and talking as they made sure everyone was working.
There wasn’t a difference between them and the men working. They were all men inside. But by their standards, by their beliefs, there was a large difference in value.
Leon hit the rock again.
Isaiah and Aaron were with a different group of men doing a different kind of backbreaking outside labor. He had no idea where they were. But they would be together again by nighttime, in the barracks, where Isaiah and Yosef would once again lead a Bible study.
It was odd that no one came in to stop the Bible study. Not even the Kapo, the prisoner assigned to keep everyone in a single barracks in line, stopped it. In fact, he listened intently to it.
And it was nice, having the barracks not be completely silent. Leon listened. But the Bible stories felt like just that…stories.
They didn’t feel powerful. They didn’t feel personal.
He’d been raised to know God…went to Church every Sunday…but he felt so empty.
He didn’t see it the way Isaiah and Yosef did.
They saw, even in the darkness, God’s goodness and faithfulness. They saw a stronghold…a fortress…a lighthouse in God.
They felt like they could be safe in his arms. Saw and said that God was still with them.
Yet Leon didn’t see God at all. Not in this place.
He understood Aaron’s anger, bitterness, and grief more than he understood Isaiah and Yosef’s love, forgiveness, happiness, and faith.
‘God, what in the world is wrong with me!?’ He thought,
Wasn’t he supposed to trust God in the darkest moments? Wasn’t he supposed to feel filled? Wasn’t he supposed to trust God when the storms were strong?
He was. He was supposed to do and feel all of those things.
But Leon didn’t trust God at all right now.
He still prayed every night, hoping that God would hear. Hoping that God would answer and rescue him and Aadelheide.
But so far; Leon’s prayers…Leon’s pleas….Leon’s tears…were met with silence.
Isaiah and Yosef believed so easily…so faithfully…yet Leon couldn’t even trust God with anything.
He worried over his wife. Wondered about his kids.
He saw the darkness. Saw the ugliness. Saw the blatant disregard for men’s lives in this place.
It was hard to trust God even in normal scary situations. Things like health issues…storms…poverty…it was hard enough to trust God in those moments.
But this?
This was one hundred times harder.
It was easy to trust God in the light. When life was good…when life was easy…trusting God came naturally.
But when bad came…when darkness slipped in…trusting God became a struggle.
A struggle that Leon wasn’t sure he could win.
Maybe a part of him wanted to win.
A part of him wanted to trust like Isaiah and Yosef did.
But the other part of him wanted to let go.
The other part of him wanted to stop trusting. The other part of him wanted to stop struggling. The other part of him wanted to give into anger. The other part of him wanted to give into the hatred.
And slowly, surely, Leon was slipping down that path.
He prayed prayers of desperation and tears every night. But not a single one got a reply.
Leon opened his eyes, having realized that he had closed them, and tears slipped out of his eyes and trailed down his cheeks.
Leon’s desperation was met with grim silence.
The pickaxe hung from his fingers, his arms lax, the rock having been untouched for minutes.
Yosef was whispering his name, but Leon didn’t hear him, vision blurring with tears, head stuffed with seeping thoughts.
He tried to believe.
But his belief…his efforts…his pleas…were met with complete and utter silence.
A yell sounded, but the words weren’t audible in Leon’s ears.
How could anyone trust when their prayers were unanswered?
The guard descended upon Leon in a moment, the butt of his rifle pounding into Leon’s chest as obscene words spewed from his lips.
The pickaxe fell. Leon staggered.
The other guard’s cudgel met his face, spouting blood. He collapsed. Curled into a ball on the hard ground as the guards’ blows rained down on him.
Each blow brought agonizing pain. Each blow caused blood to flow.
But they came again and again, giving Leon a beating for his disobedience.
He laid on the ground in silence, blood, and tears, heart breaking in two and hardening again, his heart realizing that he was alone and abandoned…his heart accepting a truth that broke many a man.
God was going to abandon him here.
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He had watched a man walk up to the electric fence and touch it, ending everything instantly.
The desperation…the pain that made a man go all the way to that point was incomprehensible. But pain and difficult circumstances could lead men to do things they otherwise wouldn’t do.
Riker wiped tears from his eyes.
It had almost been a month since Iris and the kids had fled Germany, having left in early June after preparing for travel to a new land.
Fin had said they made it to England safely. But there was no more information that could be taken out of England and into Germany, else Riker’s wife and kids would be in possible danger.
His family was safe. But how many families weren’t?
How many fathers had died? How many mothers? How many children? How many babies?
He saw the thousands of people in the camp. Saw their faces. They were innocent people thrown into a place where they were punished for crimes they never even committed. He saw the people in the camp on a daily basis.
And when night fell, he couldn’t stop seeing them.
Riker brushed a strand of flyaway hair out of his eyes and tucked it behind his ear, bending back over the paperwork he’d been assigned to file.
He had a hard time sleeping at night.
Not that he didn’t deserve it.
Didn’t he deserve to be haunted by the people he had killed? Didn’t he deserve to be buried under guilt and shame over what he had done?
Riker sighed, letting out a deep breath.
A window stayed open, letting in the crisp July heat. His hat and uniform coat hung on a chair beside the bookshelf in Fin’s office, where he’d been put to work.
Riker slicked back his dark brown wavy hair and rolled up his white shirtsleeves to his elbows, eyes focused on the paperwork.
He was alone, left in the quiet. Well, quiet save for the sounds of working, yelling, and gunshots that rang continuously throughout the camp that was carried through the open window.
Not that walls could stop the sounds either.
A shudder ran up and down Riker’s spine, accompanied by the familiar sting of guilt.
He tried to focus on the paperwork but realized he couldn’t.
The door opened and Riker jumped out of his skin.
Fin stepped into the office, removing his cap, offering Riker a small smile. “I trust work is going well in here?”
Riker bit his lip, going back to the paperwork, grabbing another small stack. For a camp this big, they didn’t seem to keep much paperwork.
“Riker, is something wrong?”
“No, sir. I need to get back to work though…I’m nowhere near finished.”
Fin tilted his head slightly to the left. Raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure about that?”
Riker’s gaze slowly lifted, but he still couldn’t meet Fin’s gaze.
“…Riker, don’t blame yourself for all of this.”
“How can I not? So many people are dead, Fin, and I-I stood around and did nothing.”
“You didn’t know, Riker. We can’t stop what we don’t know about.”
“I should have realized…I should have done something…”
Fin grasped his shoulder. Squeezed it, tight. “…And even for that, you can be forgiven.”
Riker shook his head, fast. “No…no…God wouldn’t forgive me. He can’t. God wants nothing to do with me.”
“Now why would you think that? Is it just because of this?”
Riker shook his head again. Memories surfaced.
No…it was so much more.
“I’ve known it my whole life. And this just…certified that everyone was right.”
“Everyone?” Fin asked softly.
Riker turned his attention back to the paperwork. He’d already said too much. Already opened up too many doors. Already invited too many questions.
“Riker…who told you that God wanted nothing to do with you?”
“Nobody.” Riker lied through partially grit teeth, fighting back memories… fighting back pain.
Fin slowly removed his hand from Riker’s shoulder. “Okay. If you don’t want to talk, fine by me. But Riker?”
His gaze rose. “Yessir?”
Fin smiled. “Meet me at this address tomorrow night.” He laid down a slip of paper and walked away and out of his office.
Riker picked up the scrap of paper, reading it over.
Fin had seemed so…easy about it. Yet cautious at the same time.
Riker crumpled up the piece of paper, reaching over and shoving it in his uniform pocket, somehow knowing that it was meant for his eyes only.
Because something was up.
@freedomwriter76 😭 LEEEOOOOON NOOOOO!!! 😭 😭
AGH YOSEF IS SO YOUNG!!!! BUT SWEET!! He reminds me a little of November.
AND RIKER 😭
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#ProtectSeb@freedomwriter76 how are your fanfics coming?
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@godlyfantasy12. I know!!!! The babies!!!! 😭
Yosef is a bit like November! ❤️
Haha…which ones!? 😂XD I was writing quite a bit on one of my Marvel ones yesterday. Haven’t worked on yours much tho…😅 My bad! 🤐
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Heyooooo so…I’m currently struggling some…
I don’t really want to start my next draft (don’t know the number of this one XD) until I finish out writing Ara and November’s Backstories (aka their emotional wounds) and then doing some outlining.
Im excited about the outlining part…
But it’s the backstory part that keeps tripping me up.
I know most advice out there is “Do what you want to do then! What seems fun first!” But I just can’t make myself go “Out of order” If that makes sense?
I just want to finish the backstories first, but I really don’t feel like writing them…
Idk…maybe I’m thinking about it wrong? I just don’t feel like writing out these long backstories of what my characters have been through in their childhoods but I feel like that’s what I need to do?
Im just struggling because I want to get this done so I can move into the next parts of all of my writing, and I don’t want to skip it, but I can’t find the motivation or anything to do it.
Any ideas or encouragement??
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@godlyfantasy12. Honestly, I don’t think it’s necessary to write ALL of the backstory out, and let me explain what I mean.
I don’t think it’s necessary to write the ENTIRE backstory where you write down every little detail of their backstory. When I write backstories, I normally write them like this: (I’m gonna use what I wrote down for Fin as an example, lol!) I write the big things mostly, and fill in the details as they’re needed.
In 1936, following his mother’s death that broke him, Fin joined the SS. He quickly rose to become an Officer, but still wasn’t high rank and actually worked under Hans for a while.
He stayed in the SS for 4 entire years before he was on firing squad duty and a man turned to Fin, just as Fin held his gun ready to shoot and kill him, and said, “God forgives you…and so do I.”
He then goes on a journey to find God, speaking to inmates in the prison, especially Jews, meets Ezekiel because of them, and is slowly led to Christ, but he deals with guilt for a little while and is still trying to understand God. He begins helping and saving Jews and other innocent people from the camp and slowly rises to becoming an Officer of the same rank as Hans.
Forward 4 years, he’s in charge of the camp, Fin meets Riker, he becomes Riker’s mentor, and in the end, he gives his life standing up for his beliefs and the Innocent.
That was the brief “generalization” of Fin’s backstory, without writing down every single little detail at once, and I’ve figured out bits and pieces of his story as I’ve gone along.
As long as you have the most important bits of their backstory, the things that made them who they are, etc, the rest will fall into place. 🙂
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You’ve got this, girl!!!!!!!!! 😊❤️ I love your characters, your stories/series, and your passion for writing what you do! 🥰
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