#ladyleader

[technicontrastron]

I don't feel this url actually but the alternatives i considered:

dotsdash: taken rocketbaby: that's elon musk <.< (and also taken) metamorphormer-transphose and all variants: i don't want to take this awesome url from a trans goatbed fan bluemacandreas: i'm not some guy called andreas ._. sundog-honeymoon: i'm not a dog person and also not that sunny madmendance: my absolute favourite song ever i don't want to grow tired of it because i will come to tire of my url some day circuitwolf: i'm even less a wolf person than a dog person synthespian and all variants: awesome but taken u.u discoma: awesome but taken too sonicphonictonic and all variants: i have a word filter for sonic (the hedgehog) and don't want to not see my own posts anymore twotonekiller: awesome but do you guys think tumblr will nuke me loungedesignerskiller: same popgroove: i don't want to scare the goths away *takes a shibuya kei name instead* anarchickmagic: i don't want anarchists and/or wiccans to flock to my blog urei-day-by-day, junkan-no-neiro, muchi-naru-dark, says-says-says: don't want dashes in my url and they don't fuck without them ladyleader: didnt age well with the us election and what not alivedealive: too similiar to my awesome & alive mutual overnighthiking: taken -.- nexus2060: fucks but i don't listen to that album crazeeeskyhopper: i mean neurodivergentskyhopper fruitclipper: fruitsclipper already exists and i see them sometimes on my dash phonyphonic: exists -.- tangoineden and all variants: awesome but i'm not dating bodytobody and all variants: could be both sofuba and front242 ... nice. but i'm not having sex so muchofmadnessmoreofsin: this song fucks but as an url it sounds like it has 20 tumblr badges faith-is-a: dashes. faithisa isnt recognizeable as the song superspeederjudyjedy: taken. i tried super-speeder-judy-jedy but didnt like the dashes sandloewe: taken <.<

[preciousari]

Thank You, for sharing, @pastorangelafordnelson !!! A reminder that popped up on my TIMELINE from my Sister and fellow #LADYLEADER, Stephanie Henry: Proprietor and Giantslayer. Stay FOR on the GOAL Beloveds! #HIGHERSTILL2020 (at Dutch Village, South Carolina) https://www.instagram.com/p/B_7ii4PlrnEgAUTvpO67jXkF6fisUFvua8_Z3Y0/?igshid=11ivzzk4w03l8

[supremeleaderhoneypot]

I'm really annoyed with The Last Jedi marketing right now. Not a single toy of the great, and iconic Vice Admiral Holdo! She's stylish and strong and deserves to be on my toddler daughter's tee shirt! I want her as an action figure, a fashion doll, posters, plushies, my-size holdo with brushable hair! I want to be able to wear her gown, her boots, her hairpiece and cuffs. I want Holdo branded lilac hair dye! Star Wars isn't just for boys and men, it's for girls and women too.

[imkijafa]

It's like that sometimes😎 #ImKijafa #ImAlady #ImSexy #ImGangsta I don't bang, but I'm with the function💯 #DontGetItTwisted 🤓🤓🤓 Thank you @straighthoney for capturing my #Gangsta 🤣❤ #TheyDontKnow #Artist #SexyGangsta #Singer #SongWriter #Ascap #Spotify #SwagHerApproved #LadyLeader #GodFirst

[milfadvisors]

I got an early #MothersDay gift today... #MyYoungest had her @GirlScout #BridgingCeremony and has bridged over from a #Junior to a #Cadette. She is #SoProud, and as a 10yr veteran #GirlScout myself...so am I ☺️ I got to give Leila her new vest as she walked over the bridge which was really special for me because I always remember my #Mom being there for mine. 💚 And #Rainbows are a big part of this traditional ceremony, so what’s super cool is when we took her picture immediately after bridging- rainbows appeared behind us 🌈 She’s loved this experience with all her new friends and I can’t wait to see her become the little #LadyLeader she’s learning to be. My #MiniMe 🥰 #GirlScouts #BestOfTheDay #ProudMom #MothersDayWeekend #ILoveHer @_french_potatoes_ (at Las Vegas, Nevada) https://www.instagram.com/p/BxVjeOlHIMa/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=13g1lx7hq2czv

[anoblesol]

A Noble Sol Fitted Tees are now available. *Copper on White * *Silver on Black* S, M, L $25.00 each. Tag me @anoblesol with your fit pick for $5.00 coupon to use I Only have a few left. PayPal your payment to remee23@gmail.com or A Noble Sol, and I will ship immediately. THANK YOU @tshirtdivas for producing my tees baby! #anoblesol #fitmom #workout #fittedtees #workoutgear #beyourownbrand #workoutnow #healthiswealth #sow #bewell #thinkwell #livestrong #befaithful #drinkmorewater #eatmoreplants #ladyleader #getready #businessowner #sportsnutrition #runners #dancers #tennis #golf #basketball #blackgirlmagic #frogirl #fresh #createthetrend #fitgear

[perfectlybejmarie]

Everyday you are looking forward is an abundance of time well spent do you agree with me #mindfulliving #makeupbyme #happypeople #livethelittlethings #gomego #ladyleaders #abudantlife #abudance 🎵👀🎤☮️💯✌️#mindfitness 🤫☀️ (at West Haven Beach Boardwalk) https://www.instagram.com/p/CREY5x5hkZ9/?utm_medium=tumblr

[thegirlblogger]

Cruising the TV this glorious Saturday morning and caught another episode of #didimentioninvention with @alieward. It reminded me of a time when she and @hardstark introduced the world to the McNuggetini! In October it'll be ten years since they launched their YouTube channel and started a new direction in their lives. These woman have both grown their careers with accolades and trail blazing all their own. (*cough* book publishing tours and Emmy awards) I remember meeting the pair at a LA blog event (hey there #BloggerProm alum!) and found them so nice and down to earth. Proof a few YouTube views and hard work can leverage you into amazing places. Well done ladies! #careers #hosting #contentdevelopment #ladyleaders #twitter #fb https://www.instagram.com/p/BzTuNYRltoe/?igshid=152vb0wr1qova

[preciousari]

See, God is doing a N.E.W. THING! Isaiah 43:19 #NOTHINGSEVERWASTED2021 #YETEVENHIGHER2021 #KamalaHarrisDay #MadamVicePresidentKamalaHarris #LADYLEADERS #SergioHudson https://www.instagram.com/p/CKSyxkIFROd/?igshid=ed9mwnlnixgu

[troubledthebook]

Meet our powerful hostess, @charliemarcol - - Charlenette Jones, author, motivational speaker and blogger was born and raised in the great state of Texas. She earned a Bachelor of Arts Degree in Communications from the University of Houston, where she became a proud member of Delta Sigma Theta Sorority Incorporated. She also earned a Master of Education Degree in Counseling from Texas Southern University. When you encounter Charlie, you immediately get a sense of wisdom that continues to be cultivated through life experiences, and most importantly, her intimate relationship with God. Just like an inspirational message, her books, blogs and words give you what you need. Charlie can be seen hosting workshops, sharing her wisdom through panel discussions and women's conferences throughout the country. - - Join us next Saturday. Tickets available at ttmgala2018.eventbrite.com #CharlieMarcol #TTMGala2018 #Speaker #Author #LadyLeader #Boss #SelfLoveAdvocate #RelationshipCoach #Educator #BlackWomanMagic

[imkijafa]

If you haven't checked it out yet, #ClickTheLink #LinkInBio. #30SecondsWith #ImKijafa #LeadershipBox #LadyLeader #GettingToKnowYou Thank you @leadership_box for the feature😍

[milfadvisors]

Woke up to see this #PressRelease about my role with @champstradeshows had been published, and it’s been nothing but amazing news ever since!!! 💚 Extremely honored and excited to help #CHAMPSTradeshows build a powerful community of passionate #women and #LadyLeaders within our #B2B #counterculture industries! Nothing could be better than supporting and representing the #WomenOfCHAMPS community along with our 23 year legacy around the country! It’s literally been a #DreamComeTrue while working with an actual #DreamTeam to help #LeadTheWay! 🤩 If you would like more information about Women of CHAMPS, please copy/paste/follow this link for future updates, events & networking opportunities 👉 bit.ly/WomenOfCHAMPS 👈 Next Shows: #AtlanticCity May 3rd-5th #Chicago June 5th-9th 🌐 www.champstradeshows.com #SpecialThanks to @brisavestheworld and @ladyledcollabs for the write up! And especially to my team at #CHAMPS for all the continued support... ready, set, go; it’s #TogetherWeGrow! #CHAMPSfamily ✨ Read the full release here (#LinkInBio): https://champssmokeshops.com/champs-trade-shows-brings-female-leaders-into-focus-with-addition-of-concierge-officer-abi-wright-to-team/ (at Las Vegas, Nevada) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ca8s5XeLNGv/?utm_medium=tumblr

[anoblesol]

View this post on Instagram

A post shared by Rosalind Marie (@anoblesol)

Celebrating Cupcake Run 2017! We're you there? #anoblesol #befitparty #fitlife #stayready #havefun #girltime #ladyleader #ladieslift #livebetterstrongerlonger #trusttheprocess #wellbodycoach #personaltrainers #eatbetter (at Grant Park, Atlanta)

[perfectlybejmarie]

What is your favorite way to get back to an eventful season with satisfaction and with faithful mindedness of more than just the @urmovementmakermamajmarie must do's in life but because you want to's?! 💯😘💥 #movementmakermama #visionarywomen #dailyhabitsforsuccess #successmaker #shareyourstory #dreamer I choose to rise up with a Life After Trauma no more drama for this reason why so It's the #mamalifeisthebestlife serving with my nurse gal life overnight shifts & help more gain control mind body soul; Transform past traumas into future Triumphs so that you to can lead as someone who dares to Dream💯 bigger than yourself! #coachtosuccess 😘 #traumatotriumph #claritycoach #vitality If you're feeling stuck or not motivated or if your not comfortable in your own inner ambitions and your own skin & want to feel Powerful Positive Perfectly you again then I will be here to show you how all you need is a willingness to achieve & open to learning how to believe in abundance of your truest self desires inspired by Insider ideas in your own now moments that are yes to starting with the power of #newbeginings #letgoletlive #findingyou finding Clarity confidence Creativity daily with your visions of joyful memories made & beyond that a life that you lead everyday with success support for your ultimate Breakthroughs #ladyleaders #beautyskin #dreamvisioncreations 💥🌟 #mindfulplayfulgrateful #breakthroughs ⤵️🌟🎙🗒 I am your partner in Solutions! bit.ly/CLARITYCALLZ with #90minfreebies (at Successfully Social Movement Maker Mama, Turn the Trauma to Triumphs) https://www.instagram.com/p/CKn_JnYAVat/?igshid=14qzkzrk7beda

[thedicecrisis]

Shorafa Pamodae. Lustful. Luscious. Luxurious. LadyLeader of Riddleport’s temple to Calistria. 

https://pathfinder.fandom.com/wiki/Shorafa_Pamodae

[prettycanarybird]

Chapter 6 Part 1

Blissfully, I had drifted into a sea of dreamless sleep when they came to move me the first night. Even with several strong men, a stretcher and great care, it still hurt more than I could have imagined. Or at least, I let them believe it hurt as much. In truth, while I was in pain, it wasn’t the worst I had experienced in my short life. The injury to my arm might prove to be permanent, and perhaps, I would have to concede it to be the worst at that point, but stubbornness made me believe I would eventually regain its use. Regardless, none of them knew my personal injury or pain threshold, and made it a point to cry out now and again. 

At some point, I was forced a concoction of herbs, for the pain and for infection. My mother had done the same for me on several occasions, even against my will. While I was keen to slow their progress, I had no death wish. I let them hold the cup to my lips for me to drink, my requests to release a hand to use going unanswered. They had sweetened it with honey, but it did little to mask the taste. 

I found that while Melena, the Archer and Horus, the man Hera had so triumphantly injured, were talkative, no one else was willing to pass even a few words with me. They came to give me my drink, a few bits of food and to make sure I hadn’t died. One young woman gave me a glare that said she’d gladly let me die horribly, so I made an assumption that one of the men I had cut down had been her lover or relative. Or more. I didn’t relish the kill, but I wasn’t going to let the guilt take me under for trying to protect Hera.

The next day, while I laid on the cot, earnestly listening for any signs of search, I plotted a way to leave some mark, a clue, anything. I had settled on picking at the wrappings on my injured wrist, pulling at the strings. It was painful, slow work, but I managed to get a few small pieces torn and balled into the hand. The fact that I could curl my fingers enough to hold onto the tiny scraps was encouraging. 

When they came to move me that evening, I let the little pieces fall, a tiny trail of breadcrumbs. Gil was a good tracker, and several of the 51st even better. One of them would find it, I was certain. All I had to do was make sure they knew their general still lived, and they would find me, and lay waste to the assassins holding me.

The second day, I knew we were out of the Capital. Even covered, I could smell the clear air, tinged with hay and manure. When they pulled the coverings off me, I was left in a small room of a farmhouse, sitting on a rope bed against a far wall. I recognized the type of structure, so similar to the one I had spent my early years growing up in, and a bit of it pulled at my heart. Before my father had set out on his quest to regain our place in the Empire, we had spent many happy nights laughing, my mother singing, with wooden sword play and shadow puppet stories. What sort of woman would I have been had I not be forced onto a battlefield? Would I be married now with a child? Would I be longingly looking up at the distant Capital city and wondering? I shuddered to think. 

The Archer came in to untie my wrists and ankles, apparently confident in their ability to prevent my escape. Or that I was far enough away they would be able to track me before I reached help. I gratefully pushed myself into a sitting position, rolling my ankles and working out the knots that had formed. My side burned and throbbed, forcing my eyes closed, and I bit the inside of my cheek. Carefully I set my wrapped arm in my lap.

“I’m sorry to have so gravely injured you, little Empress.” “Don’t call me that.”

His face was the picture of innocence. “What should I call you then?”

“General.”

He smiled. He might even have been considered handsome by some. “General, then. I am still sorry. You are a valiant fighter, and one of our own now. We protect our own, not harm them.”

I snorted it and held my arm aloft. 

The Archer nodded gravely. “That is my deepest regret. You can fight with your other hand, yes?” I narrowed my eyes. “We will fix you. Do not worry, General.”

Slowly, I shifted so that my back was against the cool, smooth wall of the little room. “You may not wish that.”

Genuine pleasure lit in his eyes. “We’ll see. An archer and a swordsman fight very differently.”

Another snort. “I couldn’t tell.”

He crossed his arms over his slender chest. “You like to lash out, like a viper. I had a friend like you once.”

“Oh, joy.” I quipped. “A story.”

Some of the pleasure left his eyes, and I was genuinely sorry for it. “Yes, General. A story. We are all stories. They are what make or break us, and remake us again. You will listen to this story.”

“I don’t have a choice.”

“No,” a bit more light returning to his eyes, “you don’t.” The Archer sat down on the far end of the rope bed, poking the toe of my boot to give him more room. Reluctantly, I obliged, if only to bend my legs which had been left so long straight and tied. 

“My friend, he was like you. He liked to bite at his enemies. Goad them into foolish anger. I always told him that he took too much pleasure in it, as I’m sure you do. He would push and push. For many battles, he was the victor for it. They became angry and made foolish mistakes that would cost them their lives. One day, he pushed too far, and with too skilled a warrior. A sharp tongue could do little against a sharp blade in the chest.”

I listened, patiently, as I would have to General Lorr and one of his lectures. When he had finished, I curled my legs under me more. “Are you saying you’re going to put a blade through my chest?” It was more genuine than combative. General Merien had always taught me to find whatever you could about your enemy, even in the smallest way.

“No, but someone will.”

“Of course they will.” It was a frank admission. “I have spent my life on a battlefield, Archer, and that makes all sorts of enemies. The fact that I haven’t met my end just yet, is a miracle. I am Empress now, and that target is bigger. I do not expect to grow old.”

The Archer stared at me for a long moment. “Xavi. My name is Xavi. And that is a very sad way to live.”

“Xavi,” I repeated. “And you expect to grow old? In your line of work that’s a dangerous sort of confidence.”

Xavi gave me a small smile, rising from the bed. “I don’t intend to be this forever. Just as one day, you will have to stop calling yourself ‘General,’ and accept that you are now ‘Empress’ and only that.” 

He didn’t wait for me to respond. The archer simply turned and left the room, and me sitting on the rope bed. 

I sat for a time before I slowly stood. My head swam a little as the pain came in waves, forcing me to concede inwardly that I hurt far more than I wanted to admit. The wrap around my ribs and waist was well done, and tight, mercifully. Escape on my own was out of the picture, at least until I was more stable and more capable of moving quickly, which meant, I would need to rely on my men to find me. It wasn’t a position I was fond of, but one I had to accept. For now.

Tentatively, I paced the small room. Four paces wide and five paces long, it wasn’t much. The rope bed was shoved against the wall, a mattress of stuffed straw and feathers atop. The floor was covered with flat beams of wood, carefully laid but had seen a lifetime or two of footfalls and were showing their age. Some of the edges curled up, and I was careful not to trip and tear open my side. There was a window with wood planks hastily boarded in from the outside to slow my escape if I should think to climb out. Through the slats, I could see that the sun was high, and a little stable wasn’t too far off.

After the second, slow turn about the room, I set my sights on the door. The moment my toe peeked over the threshold two spears, a sword and a dagger centered on my chest. No doubt an archer was nearby, Xavi even. I sighed and held up my hands in surrender, one heavily bandaged, and stepped back into the room. They wouldn’t be able to maintain such a heavy guard on me for long.

I returned to the bed, cradling my arm in my lap. Gently, I began to unwrap the bandage to see for myself for the first time just how bad the injury was, and judge how much work it would be to get my swing back. I had only briefly looked at it when the arrow had pierced through. Pulling away the last of it, I hissed. 

The wound had been burned closed, and an ointment spread around it. Still, I could see the angry red that would hint at a long recovery if I wasn’t careful. If the infection wasn’t managed, it could even kill me. I assumed my side looked much the same. Gingerly, I began to feel around the wound itself, for breaks or cracks, but it must have gone through the bones. A lucky break, but the muscle was a mess and curling my fingers was difficult. My last two fingers did not respond as well as I would have liked. I might never be able to swing a sword with that arm again.

The loss struck something deep in my chest. Of course I could train up my left hand, but swordplay had always been something I excelled in, even before I knew what I was doing. My left would never be quite as good as my right, which I supposed I had no one to blame but myself for having relied on my other hand so much. Without a sword in my hand, what sort of general would I be? Was that what Xavi was hinting at?

I curled my fingers again, wincing.

“Stop fussing with it.” Melena’s voice came from the doorway. How long she’d been standing there, I wasn’t sure. She was an assassin after all. I reached for the bandage to begin re-wrapping it. “Stop.” She commanded. “Use a clean one.” The assassin leader snapped her fingers and one of the spearmen leaned around the door. “Bandages and ointment.” He disappeared to do as he was commanded.

Melena leaned against the doorframe while we waited, studying me. She crossed her arms over her chest, arms that while I was strong, would lose against in an arm wrestling match. The woman who led the Hired Hands was not a woman to be trifled with, but all the more reason to either gain her on my side for the Empire, or find a way to remove her. The later was more than likely not possible on my own.

“Give it time,” she nodded toward my arm, “before you dismiss it.”

“Or accept the reality and move on.”

She lifted a shoulder. “Or that.”

I looked down at the arm again, turning it over to see the identical wound on the other side. What would Merien say to see me now? He’d say I was a damned fool.

“How is your side?” If I wasn’t so sceptical, I’d say I heard a touch of concern in her voice.

“Broken. Bruised. Sliced open.” I didn’t bother to look at the wrapping, or the fact that my shirt had been torn to do so.

She nodded, braids dancing. “You did kill several of my men.”

My eyes narrowed. “You tried to kill mine. Paralyzed her.”

“Fair enough.” She conceded as the spearman returned with new cloth and a bottle of ointment. Melena took them from him and made quick work of the room to sit beside me. She held out a hand in silent command. I gave her my arm. 

She was gentle with the ointment, and ignored my hissing when it stung. Just as gently, and efficiently, she wrapped my arm, producing a small knife to cut the bit of cloth and tie it down. “You’ll need your side redone.” When I glared at her, she stared back. “I can get Xavi to do it.”

I chewed my bottom lip, then set about to unwrap my waist myself. To her credit, she let me, sitting patiently while I peeled the soaked cloth away from my side. I’d been right. The slice wasn’t a pretty one, but it had been stitched up admirably. Better than Gil’s stitches. The edges were looking angry, but the soft pink bled away into blacks and blues and purples that spotted my ribs. I was surprised I was breathing as well as I was looking down at the damage.

Melena dipped her fingers into the ointment and waited until I nodded my permission before applying it to my gash. She tisked at my flinching, but worked quickly. “Your ribs are not as bad as they look. Bruised more than broken.” A small concession but not by much.

As she wrapped, I helped pass the fabric around. “So, a daughter?” It was a blunt question, but sometimes being blunt worked.

It did not work on Melena, though she smiled anyway. “Yes. And while I admire your strategy, you will have to find out more about her on your own. Consider it part of your training.”

I clenched and unclenched my jaw. “Training.”

“Yes,” she chuckled, taking the last bit of cloth and tying it tight. “And know that while you are an obstinate girl, a thing your mother and I would agree on, I believe, my daughter is more so. I look forward to seeing who will win.”

I blinked. “You don’t wish her the victory?”

Melena sat back, setting aside the ointment on the floor, making a point to show me where it was for the future. “Little Empress, when one day you have a daughter, and she turns out to be just like yourself, I hope you will do her the honor of letting her fight her battles without you, and the respect of your honesty about her odds.”

“And what are her odds?”

She looked me over pointedly. “Considering the state you are in? Tipping in her favor.”

Self conscious, I tried to cover myself with my good arm. “I’d like a new shirt.”

Melena chuckled again. “Of course. You’re far too distracting as is.”

I frowned. “Are you mocking me?”

Melena blinked. I had finally knocked her a bit off her balance. “Why would you think so? Oh,” an understanding dawned on her, “Little Empress, do you not know? You’re rough around the edges, but a bit of kohl, some rouge, your hair done and a deliciously scandalous dress, and you’d be a dangerous distraction. You’d end up opening your mouth and all would be lost, but just standing there, I can see how men would wage wars for you. And they did, didn’t they? And you didn’t even have to comb your hair. Hm.” She turned thoughtful.

“I’m not a pawn, Melena.” My voice dropped.

“No,” she was still thoughtful when she stood from the bed, looking me over in my disheveled and injured state, “Not a pawn. Rather something else.”