#buisnesswomen

[iambecauseofher]

Leading the Way: Women Making Strides in Science, Technology, Engineering, and Mathematics In today's rapidly evolving technological landscape, women are not only making their mark but also leading the way in science, technology, engineering, and mathematics (STEM) fields. Despite historical barriers and gender biases, these trailblazing women are breaking through glass ceilings, challenging stereotypes, and making significant contributions to advancements in STEM. Their innovative ideas, groundbreaking research, and tenacity are inspiring a new generation of aspiring women to pursue careers in these traditionally male-dominated fields. This blog aims to explore the extraordinary achievements of these female pioneers and shed light on the remarkable strides they are making in transforming the world through science, technology, engineering, and mathematics. Advancements in Technology by Female Innovators Women have played a pivotal role in shaping the advancement of technology in various industries. Their contributions have been instrumental in propelling innovation forward, particularly in fields such as artificial intelligence, robotics, and biotechnology. Female innovators have made significant breakthroughs that have revolutionized these sectors, leading to the development of life-saving medical devices and groundbreaking software applications. Furthermore, these women have not only excelled in their respective fields but have also been influential in promoting diversity and inclusivity in the tech industry. By breaking barriers and challenging stereotypes, they have paved the way for future generations of women in STEM. In conclusion, women in STEM have made remarkable strides in shaping technology. Their innovations have propelled fields like AI, robotics, and biotechnology forward, leading to life-saving devices and groundbreaking software. They also promote diversity and inclusivity in the tech industry, breaking barriers and inspiring future generations. We must continue supporting and empowering women in STEM for a more inclusive and innovative future.

[catgirldomesticationguide]

i wish spirals worked on me i can’t focus on them and just get distracted

[combating-winter]

CHAPTER 2 IS OUT LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Hunger | Kuroo Tetsuro Chapter 2

Part 2 of The Train's Coming (masterlist)

Pairing: businessman!Kuroo x fem!reader

Summary: you're colleagues and you're screwin'. Now, it's finally time for you and Kuroo to present your big business proposal to the board.

Ao3 Link | Word count: ~1.8k

Tags/Warnings: Smutty near the end, heated makeout, Kuroo's hard-on, FWB, Timeskip!Kuroo, sexual tension, humor, Ikkei and Keishin Ukai make an appearance, so does Bokuto

“Now that is gutsy, Miss L/N,” Director Nekomata said. You cringed slightly, not sure yet how to take that.  

“Gusty!” Washijo bellowed. “They’re trying to poach my job—”

“Tanji,” Director Ukai said, rubbing his wrinkled forehead. “I’m sorry, man. I didn’t want to do it like this.” He sighed. “You’re fired.” 

You thought that after almost thirty years as the Head of Sports Promotion at one of the largest companies in the nation, Tanji Washijo would be a bit more well-versed in the art of diplomacy. “Excuse me?!” the man shrieked. You had been wrong. 

“This is outrageous!” he cried. “It’s—it’s egregious!” 

“Alright, old man, pack it up,” Ukai the younger snarled. Seated beside his uncle at the Board of Directors’ table, his only real job at these meetings was to take notes—but you always liked it when he spoke up. He was funny. “What, do you read a damn thesaurus every morning before walking in here?” 

You made the mistake of glancing over at Kuroo. The eye contact almost sent you both cracking up, but you averted your gaze frantically, reigning it in. He clasped a hand tightly over his mouth, furrowing his brows like he was observing the situation in front of him with dire concern. 

“Decades!” Washijo hollered. “Three decades I’ve been a diligent employee at this company, and now this—” he pointed accusingly at Ukai Junior “—delinquent! Thinks he can talk back to me?!”  

“What did you call me?” Keishin leapt to his feet, banging a fist on the table.

“Oh, for God’s sake—security!” Ukai Senior roared. He grabbed his nephew by the collar, yanking him down to his seat. Two burly-looking security guards walked in, and Ikkei turned tiredly to them. “Please. Help Tanji back to his desk,” he said. “And get him, I dunno, a box or something for his belongings.” 

“A box or something—!” 

“Right away, sir,” interjected one of the guards, a broad man with spiky gray-and-black hair. The dude glanced at Kuroo for a second, and suddenly you remembered: that was Kotarou Bokuto, Kuroo’s friend from high school. 

“Preposterous!” Washijo cried. “I thought we were friends, Ikkei! This—this is asinine!”

“Jesus,” Keishin muttered. 

“I won’t forget this! After years of service for this company—!”

“Alright, big guy,” Kotarou said, placing a firm hand on the man’s shoulder. He and the other guard began walking him to the door. Right before he left, he turned furtively to Kuroo, and you caught him whisper, “Good luck with all this, man.”

“Thanks, Ko,” Kuroo mumbled, utterly in shock. 

And so, security marched Tanji Washijo, the former Head of Promotion—kicking and screaming—out the conference room door. For a few moments, the rest of the Board looked on with unease. Someone fiddled with his collar, another tapped his pen nervously against the table. Then, they turned their attention onto you two. The presumptive new Heads of Promotion. They appraised you carefully, sizing you up in that condescending, corporate way. Only Nekomata smiled at you. 

“Excellent work on your proposal, once again!” he said serenely. 

You smiled nervously at the tranquil old man. “Thank you, sir.” 

“Thank you,” Kuroo echoed, and when you glanced over you saw his matching smile—that blinding, charismatic smile. In classic fashion, he’d shaken off his stupor in record speed. Kuroo always lands on his feet, you thought, grinning a little wider as you snuck another look at him. Dear God, he looked good in that jacket. 

“Agreed,” Ukai Senior said. “Mr. Kuroo, Miss L/N, you’ve both shown promising work in all your time here. I’m truly pleased.” Your heart warmed at that—it meant so much coming from him. Ukai was undoubtedly tougher than Nekomata, ten times harder to impress. You thought of all the sleepless nights you and Kuroo had put into this project, and you simmered with pride. It finally felt like it’d all been worth it. 

“We need young blood like you leading this company,” he continued.

Your breath caught. You felt Kuroo’s eyes shift to yours for a second, but you didn’t dare return the look. Not now. 

“I’m completely in favor of instating you both as the next co-Heads of Promotion,” Ukai said. You thought you might die right there on the conference room floor. 

“I’ll second that!” Nekomata announced. 

“I’ll third it,” Ukai Junior agreed. He winked good-naturedly at the two of you. 

“Shut up, Keishin,” said Ikkei. 

“Oh, fuck you, old man.” 

And before you even knew what was happening, the meeting was over. The Board members were all on their feet and milling about the room, buzzing with arbitrary conversation—none of which really registered in your mind. A few people came over to shake your hand or to clap Kuroo on the shoulder, and you let it all happen by default. Your brain was as good as boiled cabbage right now. You were the Head of Promotion. You felt like throwing up. In a good way, though. Definitely in a good way. 

You didn’t know how you wound up back at your old shared cubicle with Kuroo. Nekomata was having you both gather your things to shift them into a shiny new office, so, in a daze, you collected your belongings, unstuck your dozens of post-it notes from around your desk, and were just about to leave the cramped old place behind. Kuroo, however, hesitated by the window. A ghost of a smile flickered on his face as he gazed out that shitty, tiny window, out toward the skyline beyond. The day was almost over, and the city lights were beginning to come alive.  

“I know it’s cliché,” he said, “but I’m really gonna miss this view.” 

“Yeah? Wait till you see the view from our new office.”

“Sure, but…just c’mere for a sec.” Some unidentifiable emotion rippled across his face as he beckoned you over. You complied, puzzled. “Look,” he said, pointing down onto the street. “Over on that side. That’s—”

“Miya’s Noodle Shop!” you realized, laughing. “I never knew you could see it from here. Do you remember—”

“The first time we went to lunch together?” Kuroo said. “‘Course I do.” You looked up at him, catching the way he gazed down at the shop fondly. “Those first few months, I thought I’d never make a friend in this city. Then you came along.”

Oh, man. After everything that’d already happened today, Kuroo had to go ahead and do this—make you all sappy and emotional in a way that was definitely unbecoming of a brand-new manager. You gazed at his peaceful expression, noticing the glazed look behind his eyes: his only indication that he was reeling, too. He, too, was in utter disbelief that you’d finally, finally made it here. And then he went ahead and got all mushy on you, somehow echoing the exact sentiment you’d thought this morning on the train. Life was so lonely before you. 

“You haven’t stopped taking the train since.” You smirked at him, letting an edge of teasing into your voice. “Am I your only friend, Kuroo?” 

He whirled. Jaw tense, brows drawn tight, he leveled you with a piercing stare. His face was dead serious when he replied, “You’re the only one that counts.” 

About two years ago, you threw caution to the wind and accepted a job offer in a new city. Thus began almost two years of a breakneck routine: waking up at ungodly hours, primping yourself up for the day, and dragging yourself to the station, only to wait in silence by the tracks as the train took its sweet time to arrive. Like everything else about your life, the mornings had become all about hustle. You were running to catch the train, running to finish all your assignments, running on precious little to keep yourself awake and alive. It was the nature of the job, unfortunately. You got used to it. 

But after all this time, you had finally realized an integral thing: the work could only satisfy you so much. This promotion was everything you had wanted—you were nothing short of thrilled. Yet you knew that, like any drug, success has a shelf-life. Your body metabolizes that thrill, over and over and over again, until it doesn’t quite hit you the same way anymore. In other words, you had long since realized that there needed to be more to your life than the job. You had to find other ways to make yourself happy, or else risk the danger of burning out once and for all. 

Kuroo made you happy. Really happy. 

He stood there, neat and polished, in his ironed tie and white button-up. His hair was fighting the product he’d put in it this morning, trying to stick out in that characteristic, bedhead way. It was a gorgeously endearing sight. And the way he was looking at you now, earnest and vulnerable, made you want to abandon all common sense. Screw “unbecoming.” You wanted to jump right into his arms.

“That…means a lot,” you finally said. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“I don’t know. For everything. For being here, and being…you.” You swallowed hard, finding it increasingly difficult to keep the emotion out of your voice. “My turn to be cliché. I couldn’t have done any of this without you.”

Kuroo’s eyes crinkled in a grin—and then, he scanned up and down the hallway. Abruptly, he backed you against the wall, barricading your line of sight with his broad shoulders, and before you could even protest, he cradled your jaw in one palm. 

“Me neither,” he whispered. And Kuroo kissed you. 

It was voltaic. 

Charged with hours worth of pent-up longing, it was slow and deep and devastatingly warm. Heat rushed like liquid lightning through your veins as he worked his lips against you, his other hand coming up to pull your waist into his. You gasped into his mouth, and felt him smile against your own. 

“Fuck,” you whispered, parting from him. He giggled like you’d said something funny. “We shouldn’t do this here,” you said. 

“Says who? We’re their bosses now.” 

“That doesn’t mean—” Kuroo didn’t let you finish; he slammed his lips back against yours, and immediately this kiss felt different. Messily, desperately, Kuroo slid his tongue into your mouth, gliding it against yours. One of his hands was fisting in your hair, tugging you ever closer. The other was gripping your hip, and you could feel the throbbing heat of him pulsing to life against your thigh. Images from your exchange this morning bubbled back into mind, and you remembered the night you’d promised him—the culmination to all the teasing you’d put him through. 

Not that he was teasing you any less. He began kissing slowly down the side of your neck, and you couldn’t hold back the embarrassing sound that tumbled out of you. Again, Kuroo huffed a laugh into your skin, like all of this was hilarious to him. “Shut up,” you whispered, weaving your fingers into his hair. He didn’t even say anything in response. But he pulled away from you—you fought down the disappointed whine that almost left you at the loss of contact—and his eyes met yours. They smoldered with want. With longing. 

With that all-too-familiar hunger. 

You breathed heavily. “Wanna get out of here?” you murmured. 

And the rest was history.

Part 3 (which will be plotless smut) is coming soon!

Thanks so much for reading! Requests are open, and follow @eashn for more!

[dexlexia]

little rice balls - osamu x reader

pairing: osamu miya x reader rating: 18+ summary: Almost a decade later, you two were married. You both worked at the onigiri place, but after a few years of marriage you decided you wanted to expand your little family. While the sex was immense, he never expected you to take it out of the bedroom, let alone in the restaurant. tags: pwp, smut, breeding kink, semi-public sex, kitchen sex, married couple, fluff (to an extent)

Osamu thought you were beautiful, he remembered the day the two of you met. You were outside of the gym waiting to give Kita back his notes when the second year spotted you. At first his brother tried to flirt with you but you seemed more annoyed with the blond. But then you smiled at Osamu and gave a wave that made him unable to keep eye contact with you. 

Almost a decade later, you two were married. You both worked at the onigiri place, but after a few years of marriage you decided you wanted to expand your little family. While the sex was immense, he never expected you to take it out of the bedroom, let alone in the restaurant. 

It was after closing, you had shooed the last of the drunk customers out of the building with a broom and passive aggressively clearing your throat. Eventually they all filed out, which left you and your husband alone. 

As Osamu turned off the neon light outside and lowered the thin curtains. You dimmed the lights and kept your gaze transfixed on your husband. Eventually you came up behind him and kissed him in the centre of his back, ”We did well tonight.“

He smiled as he took his cap off and ruffled his sweaty hair, ”Yeah well, it is Friday night. Most people want something heavy on the stomach after a bunch of beer.“ He chuckled and turned in your arms. He smiled down at you, ”I couldn't have done it without my lovely wife.“

You reached up and cupped his face, ”Teamwork makes the dream work.“ Then chuckled at your own cheesy words. You leaned up to kis him on the lips while you grabbed onto his ass. You gave it a firm squeeze.

Osamu's eyes went wide in the kiss before he relaxed against your lips. He wrapped those strong arms around him and held you close. The kiss deepened, but eventually he pulled away and gazed down at you, “Honey.”

  “Yes, my darling husband?”

He smiled down at you, “Someone's gettin' a little frisky.” Then kissed you on the forehead, “Have you been thinkin' about me all evenin'?” Then watched you place both of your hands on his broad chest. 

  “Well, the way you were bending over to serve tables did something to me.” You admitted with a shy smile, “Those pants leave little to the imagination. No wonder all those buisnesswomen were tipping so handsomely. They probably thought you were one of the dances they had seen at the club.“ 

Osamu blushed a little and looked away briefly, his smile turned into a grin, ”Now yer butterin' me up. I think those ladies were bein' very polite.“ He looked back at you and tilted his head to the side, ”Is someone a little jealous?“

  ”No, no. I could never, because I know you want me.“ You got up on your tiptoes and whispered into his ear, ”After all, you're not trying to have a baby with those women.“ 

Osamu chuckled and pulled back to look into your eyes, his tongue grazed his top lip, “Of course, baby.” He said, “It's a husband's duty to make sure his wife is _bred_.” Then felt up your sides, he squeezed your hips before he kissed you on the mouth. 

Husband and wife, local business owners in a small town, being handsy like they were sixteen again. Osamu moved you up against one of the tables and held you against it while his hand slid up your shirt and started to feel at your breasts. His lips never left yours as he felt you up. 

  “You're lucky it's so late.” He said, “I'd hate fo the old geezers in the area to see us fuckin'.” Then laughed before he pulled you in for another searing kiss. He breathed heavily through his nose as both hands were soon under your shirt and grabbed at your breasts.

He loved you, he loved his amazing wife. You were all he ever wanted, more than anything. Soon you were going to have his babies, and with your luck it'll be twins. He kept you pinned against the table as the two of you feverishly made out. His cock started to strain in those dark pants and his heart raced.

As you kissed, you reached out and knocked off his hat so you could tangle your fingers in his dark hair. When the kiss was broken, he dipped down to your neck and made his way inside of the collar of your shirt, where he left a rather dark love bite on your collarbone. As if the wedding ring wasn't enough proof of his love for you. 

You giggled and grabbed onto his head with both hands as he added more marks to the collection on your neck. You rubbed your thighs together and moaned. “Shit, Osamu.”

He gripped onto your hip to keep you from squirming as he breathed against your neck. His breath was hot and heavy as he felt his blood pressure rise. He pulled his head away and look at you, “As much as I would love to break a leg of this table from fuckin' ya, I think we should take it to the back.” Then stepped back, his erection was painfully obvious in his pants. 

You chuckled and took his hand. He then quickly raced with you to the back of the store and soon had you up on the pile of bags of rice in the kitchen. You were high enough that he could keep eye level with you, but short enough that he wouldn't have issues having sex with you. 

  “Now you better be good, baby girl. No gettin' cum all of the rice bags.” He smirked, “If I see a single drop, I'll flood yer pussy till it makes a real mess.” Then started to pull your pants down. He got a good look at the black panties you wore underneath. 

He wanted to breed you, he wanted to breed you so badly he could barely contain himself by that point. A deep primal urge to see his precious wife round with his child. He'd be a proud man knowing that his beloved wife was giving him a couple of brats to raise. The thought made his heart skip for a moment before he got your pants and underwear down to the floor. 

His pupils looked bigger from the rush of lust through his body, his heat hammered in his chest as he started to take off the t-shirt you wore. For a moment he thought of having to get you a bigger size once the belly comes in, but by that point he'd make sure you stayed home and took care of yourself till the kids were born. 

  “I love you.“ He said. 

  ”I love you too, Samu.” You pulled him in for a kiss as you started to work on his belt. Soon you undid it from his waist and pulled it off till it clattered to the ground. You felt the heat rise in your face as you pulled down his bottoms which exposed his hard cock to you.

You remembered how much of a challenge taking his cock was. It took almost two years of dating before you could deep throat him properly. He grabbed you by the thighs and held your legs open. He was still impressive as always. 

  “Makin' a baby in the place we make all our onigiri. Seems fittin'. We'll be making two little rice balls of our own.” He winked. 

You broke out into a grin as you looked at him, “Them rice balls, they're our kids. Made with love by mama and papa.” 

He reached out and touched your stomach, “Yeah and I'll keep lovin' ya till they're born.” And gave the skin a good rub before he held open your legs with one hand on your left thigh and started to guide his cock into you.

For a moment however he rubbed his pre-cum soaked cock up against your pussy. He especially rubbed against your clit which made your thighs tighten. Your face would scrunch up whenever he rubbed against it just right. With a shuddered sigh, his body thrummed with lust.  

  “I love you.” He said. 

  “I love you too.” You responded. Never had you felt content with anyone else. Osamu was going to be the perfect father ever, you'd better prepare yourself to be a volleyball mom because there was no way your children weren't going to be involved with the sport. But you'd love them all the same just as you loved Osamu. 

He looked at you with lust in his eyes, his dark eyes seemed even darker as he rubbed his hard-on against your pussy lips. He groaned to himself before he had enough of his own teasing and slowly sank his length into your sweet sex. You gripped onto his shoulders as he started to move his hips. 

  “That's it.” He moaned, “That feels good.” He quickly ran a hand through his sweaty hair before he placed it back on your hips for good leverage. He rolled his hips in a consistent time. Your nails dug into his shoulders as he pushed his cock up inside of you. It hit against the beginning of your cervix, threatening to bruise it if he didn't impregnate you first. 

  “I don't know how it fits.” You moaned. 

  “We make it work, honey.” He kissed at the side of your face as he moved, “We're two perfect parts, meant to be together.” Then continued to roll his hips. He held onto you as he started to pick up his pace, the tight heat around his cock made his heart race as he clinged onto you. His hot heavy breath against your equally hot skin as you two fucked in the back of the store. 

Soon your lips met once more which silenced the moaning and panting you were doing. You were all over each other, your legs bounced around his waist with each thrust of his hips. He slipped his tongue into your mouth and deepened the kiss as he continued to move his hips back and forth. 

You pulled away from the kiss, panting wildly as you moaned, “Get me pregnant, Osamu. Fuckin fill me up and get me pregnant! I want all your babies!” Your back arched as his cock rammed deep inside of you, you clenched around him which only excited him more. 

  “Don't worry.” He said, “I will, I'll make sure yer pushin' out twins until I can't get you pregnant.” He groaned, “I want to see my wife full of my brats, so everyone in this town knows that I fuck her good.” His tongue hung out of his mouth for a moment as he wildly panted, “You better get pregnant, I want you to take every last drop.” 

  “Please, Samu.” You moaned as he continued to rail you. Your breast bounced and you held onto him tightly. You weren't going anywhere, you were staying with him till the end of your days. That was your husband.

He kisses you passionately once more, he bucked his hips rapidly as he neared completion. His heart hammered in his chest as he got closer. He gripped onto your hips as he pushed his cock as deep as it would go. Your body moved in accordance with his thrusts, you could feel your heart in your chest. 

You broke the kiss and grabbed onto his hair tightly. You went back to kissing as you joined in the pursuit of reaching your climax. Your heart raced, you felt sweat run down your back as you fucked like rabbits in the back of the store. 

  “I'm gonna breed ya.” He said, his lips so close to yours and then with two more hard thrusts you both climaxed at the same time. He slowed down until he reached a full stop and he thought his heart was going to explode from how fast it was racing. 

  “Holy shit.“ You moaned as he slipped out of your pussy. All of his cum must've been shoved deep inside of you because not a single drop dripped out onto the rice bags. You pushed hair out of your eyes as you panted.

Osamu leaned in and kissed your neck. He massaged your breasts as he gave you words of affirmation against your skin. With another searing kiss on the lips he looked at you in the eyes, he wasn't finished, “How about we get home before we can't air the smell of sex out of the building.” 

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Oh, I absolutely plan on doing it. I also have a mob!Wanda with knife and exhibition kinks. Also, serial killer!Wanda and buisnesswomen!wandanat x stripper!reader.

I really need to figure out one for Kate. I also don't have a solo Nat one.

I know I won't get to all. The only ones I seriously want to do is the Queens of the Underworld and Mob!Wanda.

🐨

Ooo maybe I'll bring back Mob!Nat from Little Girl Gone series. She is dark with knife and gun kinks~

[petroviaefatma]

Happiness is not something ready-made. It comes from your own actions.

#success #buisnesswomen #growthmindset #happiness #evrenergy #renewableenergy

[maxinemunroeart]

I thought it would be fun to imagine Wonderland set in the 80s with big hair and wild clothes. I imagine the Queen of hearts as a powerful business woman yelling into her huge cell phone that she wants people's heads for the troubles they cause. Who do you want to see next? How do you imagine them? . #girlsinanimation #queenofhearts #Wonderland #aliceinwonderland #1980s #1980 #workinggirl #buisnesswomen #paintitred #characterdesign

[spider-dan2006]

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[officialhumans-in]

“When I reflect on situations when I’ve consciously decided to either take the road less travelled or to face the unknown – those are the situations where I have learned the most and been challenged the most, and have contributed the most to my growth as a person and as a leader. Being a Physician I started my journey close to the practice of medicine and patients. As physicians, we are trained in the diagnostic, therapeutic and management aspects of patient care, but not so much in the conceptual and practical aspects of leadership. I often wondered if I could be more and tap into my full potential and creativity. So, I transitioned from practicing medicine to the Pharma business world. This shaped me a lot because it helped me to understand the real importance of how relevant enough a Pharma company is in the daily practice of medicine, and that what I do is meaningful & valuable. As doctors we all have different objectives, but ultimately, we have to deliver results in the interest of healthcare for patients. The healthcare ecosystem today is more complex with healthcare reforms and market forces transforming the way healthcare is delivered and managed. As a versatile leader, my journey has given me an edge with insight for creating innovative approaches to problem-solve and deliver strategy & objectives for healthcare. Today, as a healthcare professional, I’m a business leader leading a large size of the pharma business. I have a special interest and niche in mental health, lifestyle medicine, and thought leadership.” “I think one of the most important things we should be teaching girls today is leadership – across the society spectrum. It’s something that has been lacking in girls and women for a very long time – not because they don’t want to but because of stereotyping in society. I think education is very important to being self-made. And that is what we should be teaching young girls – to have vision and take up space. When you know your own mind, you are a powerful force.”

[dolenjoyer]

My progress so far but I acidentally imprisoned Kylar but I’m working on getting arrested so I can break him out

[altcospmodels-blog]

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[thenymphdelphyne-blog]

Been in Wonderland today it seems 🐇 • • • #workingfromhome #buisnesswomen #womeninbusiness #wonderland #aliceinwonderland #peacock #nature #magazine #magstagram #bookazine #follow4follow #followforfollow

[batjoel717268-blog]

Youth empowerment chases the dream to live

The greatest weapon of youth is education. Education is a field that builds not only a career but also the right education that makes a youth a true devotee of humankind. Besides that, we need to understand that young are born with some unique inborn talent through which he could bring differences in surrounding and can prove himself the most excellent example of youth empowerment. Today's youths are curious to know, demanding, challenging, asking for advice, and lastly chasing their dreams.

Why deprived of showing youth empowerment?

We see that many youths whatever be the reason in spite of having talentget deprived and ultimately don't get opportunities to show their talent to the world. The only reason behind this is the lack of encouragement and proper guidance.

Young power is precious for youth empowerment

Even if today country's government is putting an immense effort in standing beside and encouraging the youths providing ample of amenities it is to be marked that only teaching youths in confined walls and providing them bookish knowledge is not enough. They deserve much more than this.

[morethanatrainer]

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[travelloversqueen]

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