#freedom falls

[persistentvisionz]

April 21, 2023

[bririnehart]

Don’t go chasing waterfalls

That’s what I hear in my head every time I think about Freedom Falls, the waterfall we traveled to on our first full day in Pennsylvania. When we parked, we could hear the rushing water, we just had to figure out exactly where we needed to go. We headed down the path to discover the waterfall at the end of where we were walking. Pretty easy-peasy. I guess we were in luck with that one.

I don’t think I’ve ever been this close to a waterfall before. It was pretty exciting. Granted, it wasn’t the biggest / tallest waterfall I’ve seen, but it was still pretty cool. Especially since Pennsylvania is so green. The trees surrounding the waterfall made it very picturesque.

The waterfall is called Freedom Falls because it is not far from the ruins of the 1800s village: Freedom, Pennsylvania.

Not far from the waterfall were the remains of a furnace. This furnace was created in 1832. It was in use until 1854. The dam powered the furnace -- which was run around the clock. The only time it was not in use was when it broke down. Weighed charcoal, iron ore and limestone were dumped into the furnace stack while a continuous blast of air was injected into the furnace base. Every 12 hours, three to five tons of molten iron were tapped from the furnace base.

After checking out the furnace, we hopped back in the car and drove to the end of the gravel road to a pathway. The Alleghany Trail has the Rockland Tunnel that you can walk through. It’s not far from the parking lot. I would recommend bringing a flashlight with you because the deeper you are in the tunnel, the darker it gets and there are no lights in the tunnel. I personally think this tunnel would be a great Halloween attraction, but unfortunately [or fortunately if you hate haunted stuff like me] it was not a set-up spook fest.

We walked the whole tunnel to see what was on the other side then turned around and walked back to the car.

Location: 319-, 835 Rockland Station Road Kennerdell, Pennsylvania 16374

[ahmednser]

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[pintadorartist]

“A House panel advanced the Kids Online Safety Act bill, also known as KOSA, on Wednesday, pushing forward legislation intended to boost online privacy and safety for children.”

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[magikkittenz]

kinda obsessed about these three

[cthulhuschild]

ZoSan Week: 40 years old

When you are in desperate need of more 40 y/o ZoSan and you realise you have the power of art.

[yb-cringe]

its just hilarious to me that fit has been the one whos escaped any kidnappings but, technically, he hasn’t been a free man since the beginning. and by hilarious i of course mean devastating

[tilldeathdousart]

[suenosdemafin]

MARTA & FINA - Sueños de libertad

[juaneloriginal]

Stanley doodls

most of the photos were taken by his Narrator

Stan uses emojis like "😊😉🥰😮😤😭" unironically cause he is old

yeah

[bririnehart]

Exploring Freedom Falls

Don’t go chasing waterfalls

That’s what I hear in my head every time I think about Freedom Falls, the waterfall we traveled to on our first full day in Pennsylvania. When we parked, we could hear the rushing water, we just had to figure out exactly where we needed to go. We headed down the path to discover the waterfall at the end of where we were walking. Pretty easy-peasy. I guess we were in luck with that one.

I don’t think I’ve ever been this close to a waterfall before. It was pretty exciting. Granted, it wasn’t the biggest / tallest waterfall I’ve seen, but it was still pretty cool. Especially since Pennsylvania is so green. The trees surrounding the waterfall made it very picturesque.

The waterfall is called Freedom Falls because it is not far from the ruins of the 1800s village: Freedom, Pennsylvania.

Not far from the waterfall were the remains of a furnace. This furnace was created in 1832. It was in use until 1854. The dam powered the furnace -- which was run around the clock. The only time it was not in use was when it broke down. Weighed charcoal, iron ore and limestone were dumped into the furnace stack while a continuous blast of air was injected into the furnace base. Every 12 hours, three to five tons of molten iron were tapped from the furnace base.

After checking out the furnace, we hopped back in the car and drove to the end of the gravel road to a pathway. The Alleghany Trail has the Rockland Tunnel that you can walk through. It’s not far from the parking lot. I would recommend bringing a flashlight with you because the deeper you are in the tunnel, the darker it gets and there are no lights in the tunnel. I personally think this tunnel would be a great Halloween attraction, but unfortunately [or fortunately if you hate haunted stuff like me] it was not a set-up spook fest.

We walked the whole tunnel to see what was on the other side then turned around and walked back to the car.

Location: 319-, 835 Rockland Station Road Kennerdell, Pennsylvania 16374

[ahmednser]

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My name is Ahmed Zandah from Gaza. I was living a stable life with my family in a luxurious house, but the war changed everything. Our house was destroyed, leaving us homeless, and my car was burned down. We also lost the family factory, our only source of income, which was bulldozed.

Now we are homeless, without transportation or income, and struggling to survive under harsh conditions. Some of my family members were injured by the bombing, and we are facing severe food shortages and the threat of starvation. Our lives were completely shattered, leaving us in despair.

[notbecauseofvictories]

just came off my shift as an election judge and I honestly think we should make people do this. I support abolishing the draft, and I even think that jury duty can get complicated, but everyone in the country should be forced to learn about election procedure, then have to sit around for 14 hours and practice being customer service for democracy. I think that would fix us.

[spooksier]

the real core of the american tma au for me is that it gets me ever closer to my personal truth of jonathan sims being american rock band fall out boy’s strongest and most loyal soldier

[matchamiko]

lol neuvillette just sucking ur nipples or smth is enough to have u going a bit insane right??? RIGHT????

Giggling so hard rn

Warnings: breast worship/play, dry humping, mentions of masturbation, mentions of penetrative sex; previously established relationship.

If there’s one thing Neuvillette is, it’s thorough. You ask him about one of his trials after he returns from the Opera Eclipse, and he’s talking for hours about every piece of evidence in the case; you shyly ask him to brush your hair and he’s producing several combs and brushes and an oil to massage your scalp; he decides to take you on what humans call a date, and you’re trekking through the purple fields in the countryside to the most darling little picnic spot and dining on pastries until dusk, and then returning to the city to stroll about the fountains and gardens arm in arm with the promise of a mightily thorough kiss at the end.

And he’s no different when playing your body like a fiddle. He's got you folded into his lap, office door locked, blinds only half drawn but there's no danger of anyone looking in, not when he's so wrapped around you that it's hard to seen even a glimpse of your bare skin. It started as a visit for tea, the leaves you brought from your village in the Vale fresh and still warm from being dried over a fire, chatting idly in the way you two did that Neuvillette found so refreshing and simple. Then it led to you shyly asking for a kiss, having missed him so dearly and so wantonly, shown in the way you gripped his lapels and leaned further into him with a questioning sigh and an answered grunt. And now, you're half dressed spread over his thick thighs, his coat strewn next to the two of you and his gloves somewhere with it.

"Let me taste you," he murmurs against the column of your throat, hands running up the length of your back and down again, squeezing your hips into a dizzying grind. Your breasts press deliciously against the cotton of his shirt, nipples slipping and rubbing over his chest and every time you shudder with pleasure, Neuvillette basks in the way you arch harder into him like a cat. You feel wonderful, writhing over his groin and trying not to let your darkest desires overtake you like you so often did. The precious little tea farmer he'd befriended and then courted and then decidedly and silently pledged himself to; you're full of dirty secrets and filthy wants that has him spiralling into territories he'd never even thought about before. And your tits were one of them, to put it frankly.

He's fucked you before, numerous times, to your hearts content and more often than not, to your dictation and command. It wasn't surprising that your precious Iudex wasn't particularly well versed in human seduction, and you bravely stood up to the task you had completely made up, of showing him everything you desired and introducing him to everything he desired. But today, in the secrecy of his office, the knowledge that just outside the doors, people mill about and wait for an appointment with him; Neuvillette steps away from his duties and demands the feel of your supple skin against his teeth.

"I admit," a hand grasps the fat of your breast, squeezing roughly with the whoreish rhythm you have going on with your hips, "I've been thinking often about having you like this, desperate and desiring me all from the touch I give you here," fingers pluck at your nipple before he dips his head and takes it into his mouth. He's done this before, too many times to count, but with him being fully dressed and you an absolute mess in his lap; it feels different, raw and unfiltered in the wavering sanctity of his office. You can feel Neuvillette's tongue flattening over your nipple, swirling and curling like he does between your legs and it sends you arching into him, further into his reclined figure and deeper into his lap. A dizzying moan leaves you chest when you feel the hot, hard press of his cock through his trousers, confined in such a way that it's mind numbing when you grind against it. He pulls back for a second, looking up at you with hair strewn about his face, cheeks red and ears redder, panting hot and wet against your skin.

"Don't stop, please," he doesn't care for your politeness, doesn't care for your request, doing as he pleases with your body; one hand gripping your bottom and urging you to grind against him, and the other grasping meanly at your tit. Neuvillette seems positively ravenous this afternoon, though it should have been obvious in the way he allowed you to push him over to the settee and mount him without asking.

"I'm plagued with thoughts of you during matters that I should be attending to, important matters that garner my fullest attention and yet -," he suckles a bruise into the swell of your breast, held firm by his hands, squishing them together and nuzzling into the crevice between, breathing deeply enough to shudder, "All I can think about is you, what I want to do to you the next time we are alone, the next time you allow me to have you in such undignified ways," you're shaking when he regains his focus and takes your nipple into his mouth, tugging and nipping and gnawing like he does on his bottom lip when he's concentrating, suckling hard before letting go with a pop - allowing you to take a gasping breath and to look down at how positively enthralled he is at he taste of your doughy flesh,

"You don't need to be so formal while you're playing with my tits Neuvillette," you've always been more straight forward, more brash and crude, than him; having grown up in the countryside, in another nation, a whole other life to the one he leads. He leaves a wet trail from his tongue over your nipple, catching it between his sharp teeth and tugging enough to make you whine lowly, "I - can't stop thinking about you too, 'specially when I'm on my own," the implication is implicit but Neuvillette surges up into you, hips strong and knocking into yours with a grunt. He's filled suddenly with images of you writhing in your bed, hand stuffed between your thighs, fingers wet and slick in your cunt - the same he can feel pulsing and purring over his lap.

"Tonight, I've cleared my last appointment so I can spend it with you," he gasps, lips swollen from their assault on your breasts, eyes unfocused and pupils blown wide with want "After supper, after I spoil you like I have promised; you are showing me everything you do when you are alone and desperate for me,"

[blackswaneuroparedux]

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I'll teach you to jump on the wind's back and then away we go.

- J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

‘Those who don't jump will never fly’ is a dictum drilled into me from an early age. It’s one I took literally when I learned when parachuting and then later dabbled in sky diving, well before I went into the British army as a combat pilot.

Skydiving provides a unique combination of adrenalin-fuelled exhilaration and perfectly calm tranquillity. While in free fall it's all about the rush - but once the parachute opens and your heart rate steadies, you'll take a moment to gaze around you and see the whole world in a new light. It's beautiful up there, and the experience is about as close to actual flying as humans can actually get.

To the skydiver, ‘flying’ in a plane is akin to ‘swimming’ in a boat. As someone who has flown helicopters I would quible with that simple characterisation but eventually I’m okay to acknowledge there is some truth behind it.

As someone who used to parachute and sky dive as a recreational past time, I can empathise with those skydivers who live for the wind whipping past as they plummet toward the earth during free fall, and the thrill of floating on the air currents once their 'chutes are safely open. They live on the edge, though not in danger - amid the elements, but not at their mercy.

In skydiving, it is the fear response that gradually weakens. During the precipitous descent, the amply tested parachutist can savour the thrill rather than endure the panic. You may never get rid of the butterflies, but you can teach them how to fly in formation.