#howitstarts

[eric-sadahire]

RIP to everyone killed by the Gods for their hubris but I'm different,

and better, maybe even better than the Gods.

[richardalleninc]

From day one hustle to real-time results—growth, grit, and a whole lot of progress in between is what it takes to succeed. Here's to the journey, the wins, and the work that got us here. 🙌 https://shorturl.at/8WMP8

[chronostore]

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[bbcstdb]

I commend you, Tucker Carlson. Don't listen to them haters on the issues of war. The path you speak on truly is just. You legitimately have my respect for this. A very respectable stance. Let the sheep roll their tounges and twist in their own hypocrisy. That one move was so OG. I was thinking of making a poster board of people I respect and want to remember although we have clashed before, and might again, who knows I don't. I still think you deserve a spot on my list of journalists. You might not be a Martyr or a partner in politics, but you're a partner in crime in asking questions that have world altering effects. The Aristotle to my Plato. We have to fight for the title of Socrates, tho. In this RPG I go ham for that socrates Skin. :D aye annoying journalist gang!!!

[cakemeistro]

Creamy. Light. Lux. When it comes to buttercream, you can’t help but get lost in the allure of what is arguably cake’s greatest sidekick 🧈 The amount of ingredients I get through weekly 😅

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[maidservices]

#HowItStarts

[braveasnouns]

i’ve made a little sideblog for when i want to make random Sweet tooth gifs because i’ve been finding it fun! it’s @howitstarted-howitsgoing

probably wont be posted on very frequently at all but sometimes i want to make gifs and dont want to clog this blog with them so might as well do it like this! :D

[trumanblacks]

credits to @howitstarts on tiktok (that’s where I got these photos from at least)

[thematteblackstudio]

#howitstarted v #howitsgoing

#Thankyou for believing in me and this dream

The #KICKSTARTER is coming. 0 9 . 1 8 . 2 3

Lets spread the word and make it the best we can together!

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#lucid #letsgo #indiegame #gamedev

[seabunnyart]

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[restomodmusclecar]

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[kcat1971]

The Flight

I drop down into my seat, lean back and release a breath. I look out into the night. Drained. Afraid to close my eyes for fear of passing out. Then I feel her presence and my focus shifts."Hey." I breath out. She smiles. But it's her new smile. The one that looks slightly forced. There is an uncertainty in her eyes as she searches mine. Hopeful, yet still reserved.

"May I just say, a truly excellent notion."

"It was Sam." I confess softly. I am rewarded with a grin. One that contains a glimmer of the past.

"Of course." She snickers.

"The vacation." I quickly interject with a small smile. I am starting to feel like myself. "Going with you part was all me."

She blinks three or four times. Then a small smile. But it's one I recognize. The one that tell me she knows something. Something I am on the verge of figuring out for myself. She leans forward and kisses me softly.

* * * * * I watch him sleep. He had practically passed out the minute we reached cruising altitude. His face still holds traces of boyish charm but the lines are etched deeper. I let my mind wander to when we'd first met. I'd finally decided to do something. Be something. I'd still been reeling when I'd left Madison, but I'd seen a Bartlet Ad and I'd summoned every ounce of courage and driven to Manchester. The next day I'd walked into the campaign office to volunteer. People were scurrying everywhere. No one noticed me. For a moment I thought about walking back out. What was I thinking? Then I had heard the phone ringing incessantly in his office. The secretary in me just couldn't let it go. His desk was messy, but the calendar was on top. I could take a message. When he breezed in, I had told myself to play it cool. Just act like I was supposed to be there."I'm your new assistant." "I had an old one?" He looked confused. And adorable. I tried to sell myself but just couldn't quite bring myself to lie. Suddenly, he cut to the point.

"When did your boyfriend break up with you?"

How had he known? How had he hit so squarely on the sore spot on my soul? "Dr. Freeride" had cost me more than money, more than college, more than opportunities. He had diminished me. All I had wanted when I'd driven to Manchester was to be whole again. To have a purpose. To mean something. To someone. Then he continued, "This can't be a place where people come to find their confidence and start over." Direct hit. But somehow I looked into his face and said- "Look, I think I could be good at this. I think you might find me valuable." His face softened. He searched my eyes. When the phone started ringing he'd said-

"Go ahead." He watched me as I answered. He smiled softly and I grinned at the dimples. Then he took his credentials off and handed them to me and walked out. That wasn't the moment I fell in love with him. But it was the moment I began to become whole again. To be capable of falling in love. To mean something to someone.

* * * * * My eyes spring open but I don't move. How long have I slept? I glance at my watch. Four hours. That's about all my body is conditioned for right now. The weight on my shoulder feels nice. Right. I look out the window into the black night. A vacation? During Transition? What would Leo say? My heart clenches.I think back to his funeral. Mrs. Bartlet had cornered me.

"He gave everything for this country." She looked at me fiercely. I had expected her to tell me I had big shoes to fill. As if I didn't already know that. As if I had any idea how I would manage without his guidance. But then her face had softened. Her next words had surprised me.

"He had regrets." She looked across the room and my eyes had followed, landing on the only reason I was holding it together at all.Then Mrs. Bartlet said- "He wouldn't want you to have them too. He loved you like a son." And she walked away. I look back down at my shoulder. She sighs softly in her sleep. I gently kiss the top of her head. I close my eyes and promise Leo that I will have a life.

* * * * * I stretch in my seat as the Captain announces our initial descent. The flight attendants are waking everyone up. A general buzz of excitement begins to build in the cabin. I lean over him and look out the window, giggling softly as I catch sight of the islands."That's a nice sound to wake up to" he says, brushing my hair out of my face and cupping my cheek gently. "What's funny?" "Remember-I told you- some guys take their assistants to Maui- it's not unheard of."

I expect playful banter in return.

"Donnatella," his thumb brushes my check and his eyes bore into mine, "I did not bring my assistant to Maui. . . . I don't need 3 weeks and 5 days. I know what I want from this relationship. I love you. Marry me."

"Okay."

[eric-sadahire]

Bruce Wayne: I am going to help the citizens of Gotham Alfred: That's wonderful sir, which public assistance programs will you help fund? Bruce Wayne: Alfred, dress me like a bat

[bricktoygrapher]

Message in a bottle 📜

As his friend enjoys the sunrise and the sounds of the ocean after a night of partying, Robinson thinks about the message in the bottle he found on the shore. Who could have sent it?

My entry to #bc_howitstarted contest on @brickcentral

How it started:

In February 2021 I picked up Pirates of Barracuda Bay, my first set as an adult, and with it my first CMF minifigure, the Shipwreck Survivor. After building the set, I took the photo shown here, with my phone camera.

At the time, I had no idea how big the toy photographer community was. I was amazed at all the photos people were taking, so I wanted to join the fun and created an Instagram account.

How it's going:

In the past two years I have learned a lot from others about toy photography, framing, different shooting angles, setting up the scene, lighting, storytelling, among other things. There were ups and downs and I'm still learning, but I managed to take a lot of photos that I'm very proud of. I decided to use the same minifigure and set for the new photo.