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Say hello to the second tallest mountain in America: Mount St. Elias in Wrangell-St. Elias National Park & Preserve in Alaska. Standing over 18,000 feet tall, it towers over Icy Bay, which gets its name from the glaciers that run down Mount St. Elias’s slopes. It’s just one of the many amazing natural sights in America’s largest national park. Photo by Bryan Petrtyl, National Park Service.

The State Library of New South Wales holds Australia’s only copy of Earth Platinum -  the world’s largest atlas.

This mammoth book standing at almost two metres tall will be on public display in the Mitchell Library Reading Room from Friday 7 April until 1 May 2017.

Come and visit the Mitchell Library and have your picture taken with this Guinness World Record holder.

Only 31 copies of the 150 kilo, limited edition atlas were released by publisher Millennium House (Sydney) in 2012.

More than 100 international cartographers, geographers and photographers from across the globe were involved in the production.

The atlas’s 128 pages contain 61 pages of maps, 27 images of famous locations (including St.Peter’s Basilica, the Antarctic and Machu Picchu) and a double-page spread of the world’s national flags. Many of the images were made from stitching together 1,000 individual photos, and the largest image has 12,000 photos joined together. It was printed in Italy and bound in Hong Kong.

The atlas is on public display again now, during the Easter school holidays.


Andy Warhol, Grace Jones, Keith Haring, Yoko Ono, Kenzo, and Azzedine Alaia during ‘The World’s Largest Photo Session’ To Benefit The American Foundation For AIDS Research at Jacob Javits Convention Center in New York City on April 29, 1986.


05.02.17 | 7.21am | an official attempt to try and revive my studyblr with my new bujo! I say new but what I really mean is that I got this to try bujo-ing instead of using a regular planner this year, but have been unsatisfied until now about how my spreads look; I think I’m getting there though? also, not sure why the photo layout is the way it is - anyone have any tips to change the look of it so I can choose which photo is largest?

The Tyrannosaurus life cycle at the Natural History Museum of Los Angeles (feat. Thomas the T. rex).

Tyrannosaurus, ruling at the very end of the Cretaceous in North America, was among the last non-avian dinosaurs to walk the earth. The genus contains a single known species: Tyrannosaurus rex, which is the undisputed “king” of the dinosaur world, being the most famous and most popular dinosaur to the public eye.

Thomas (the largest specimen in the photo) was only a subadult when he died at age 17, and therefore not full grown, despite being the largest in this display.

Lightning rips through the sky over White Sands National Monument in New Mexico. Here, great wave-like dunes of gypsum sand have engulfed 275 square miles of desert, creating the world’s largest gypsum dunefield. Photo courtesy of Donald Palansky. 

Begin Again v || TBS

Originally posted by loveviral

A/N: Forgive me if I don’t respond to your PMs for a while – or even update regularly. I’m having a VERY hard time coping with my internal musings and thoughts, having been abandoned by people I care about and ridiculed by people I’ve forgiven.

Thus, I ask you to forgive me as well.

Hope you like it. :) Feel free to request, still.

Dedicated to Emma and Susan.

You and Thomas had a good, solid hour to yourselves, spent recalling the past seven years so you were both caught up. He didn’t kiss you again, perhaps deciding to follow your plan on taking it slow. Your daughter decided to show up not too long afterward, hyped by the sugar rush the bag of marshmallows brought her.

She fell on her father’s lap, barely keeping still.

“It’s way past your bedtime, young lady,” his tone wasn’t stern, but joking. Turning to you, he said, “Let’s head back home and get this ball of energy some water to wash the sugar down.”

Hope seemed happy to see her parents spending time together, which added to her sugar rush. You were feeling sleepy, though, yet giddy from the events of tonight.

You were going to lead Hope to her bedroom, but Thomas stopped you.

“I put her things in my room, for now, I gave her a bath when you fell asleep.”

You nodded, following the laughing pair up the third floor, to his bedroom.

It was a little bigger than Hope’s bedroom. A king-sized bed in white sheets was positioned before a glass wall with wooden panes overlooking the sea. A few plants garnished the dull, wooden corners of the room. A shelf beside the bathroom door had photo frames and a couple of books on them.

As Thomas undressed Hope, you scanned the photos. Your breath hitched when one of the largest photos caught your eye. It was a photo of you both in London, resting from unpacking in your new apartment. Ava probably took it. Another frame held a photo of his friends from The Maze Runner, then a photo of him and Ava on your wedding day. One small photo of you with Hope in your arms got your attention before Thomas asked you to hand him Hope’s toothbrush.

“Love, one last thing. Can you set out a nightdress for her on my bed? I’ll take care of this,” he smiled charmingly at you, and you nodded, leaving the two to bond. Sounds of their laughter echoed across the four walls as you prepared Hope’s clothes on the bed, and you decided to lay down for a moment to let your throbbing head rest.

Thomas probably carried you to Hope’s room, because you woke up in the middle of the night with your head on a pillow and a blanket tucked to your chin.

You began to stretch your arms when your fingertips felt… hair.


Trying to focus in the darkness, you spotted Hope first, sleeping peacefully.

Then you processed the peaceful rush of the waves outside.

Then, you put your focus back on Hope, who was wrapped in…Thomas’ arms.

You were in Thomas’ bedroom.

You stood up from the bed, walking to Thomas’ small balcony overlooking the shore.

You heard the bed creak – turning, you caught Hope rolling over to your side of the bed and Thomas shifting towards her so she won’t fall, leaving his side of the bed empty.

Since when did you have your own side on his bed? You chastised yourself.

It began getting cold, then, and Thomas had changed you to your nightwear which showed more skin.

The bed seemed more appealing, then.

Trembling, you padded back to the bed, Thomas’ side being the only part of the bed available. So you lay down next to Thomas, turning your back to him.

Taking it slow. Right.

You shouldn’t be surprised to wake up tangled with each other.

But you are.

Hope was nowhere in sight, and you woke with your face buried in the crook of Thomas’ neck, legs entangled and his arms around you protectively.

You missed morning Thomas very much. His smell, his breathing, the feeling of his skin, and most importantly, how his lips were slightly parted as his eyelids fluttered ever so often.

You looked down. He had nothing but boxers on.

“Like what you see?” a teasing voice brought you back to reality.

Your head snapped up to see Thomas smirking at you cockily. You inhaled deeply. The bed smelled of the sea and him.

“Hope?” you inquired.

“Went off to have breakfast with Caleb, the kid from last night,” he answered. “The mother’s really nice. But I’m afraid the kids have taken a liking to each other.” he frowned.

You smiled. “She’s growing up really fast, Tom.”

“Yeah.” his eyes were sad. “I wish I’d been there, Y/N. To see her grow up.”

“None of that.” you chided. “We’ve both done… regrettable things.”

“There has been one question I’ve forgotten to ask you last night.”

“Go on.” you pressed your cheek to his bare chest, and you felt him smile in your hair at the sudden contact.

“Have you dated anyone?”

“No. Not really. I’ve had people confess their feelings… really great guys,”

“But?” Thomas encouraged.

“They were all either British or blonde.”

He chuckled.


He hummed. “One hook-up. A week after the divorce.”

“Who was it?” you bit your lip in anticipation.

“I don’t know, Y/N. She did my make-up for a film. I don’t even remember her name. She looked just like you… I thought she would do.”

“What went wrong?” you whispered nervously, fiddling with your thumbs. Thomas collected them in his large hand reassuringly.

“I felt guilty.” he sighed. “I knew fully well that we weren’t together anymore, but I felt like I was being unfaithful to you. It’s probably why I never pursued anyone I fancied.”

“So you did fancy someone.” you felt awkward talking about Thomas’ love life - or lack thereof - while you lay in his arms, your face in contact with his bare skin.

“A few girls, yes. Co-stars, friends of friends, you name it.”

“Hmm.” It didn’t matter. You were revelling in the vibrations on his chest when he spoke. It was soothing - it was proof that he was really there.

“Well, to be fair, I never thought this would happen. I hoped it would, never bloody saw it coming.” he kissed your hair. “This is very overwhelming, actually.”

He pulled away from you, and you whined at the loss of contact - but you were more worried about the reason for his movements.

He stepped out to the balcony - reaching for something in a flower pot.

A box of cigarettes.

You followed him outside, catching him take one out of the box. He glanced at you as he put the cigarette between his lips.

“Do you mind if I…” he gestured to his mouth, the cigar bouncing with his lips.

“I guess not.” you stood at the corner of the small balcony, watching the seagulls as a few children chased them.

Thomas had stopped smoking when you both found out you were pregnant with Hope - and started the habit again when you divorced, taking Hope with you despite him wanting to keep her.

“I stopped again, you know. When I realized I want you back.” Thomas said, keeping a respective distance from you. “I’m sorry. This is just a lot to take, I need this to wind off.”

“It’s alright.” you kept your tone bright because he can’t see you, your back being all he saw.

“Y/N, I know this is too soon to ask, but… what are your plans for when we get back? Are you going to stay in your apartment, or…”

Slowly turning to face him, he waited in suspense.

“I don’t know, Tom.” you leaned on the rails of the balcony. “I think I should stay in the apartment for now. I don’t want to rush into things.”

He nodded, taking a long drag off his cigarette. “I’m sorry,” smoke came from his mouth and nostrils as he spoke. “got pretty excited, I suppose.”

“I’m excited too,” you reassured him. “nervous as hell, but excited.”

He smiled. “That’s good to hear.” he threw his half-smoked cigarette away and walking towards you slowly, trapping you in the corner. “And today… I’m taking you out on a date.”

The Whale Shark is the original Super Big Gulp, slurping down huge amounts of plankton, krill, algae and even small schools of fish. It can grow up to 45 feet long, and can weigh up to 22 tons- equal to that of many of the largest dinosaurs ever discovered.

Photo taken in the Visayas, a vast region of islands and reefs in the central Philippines, Southeast Asia

I would’ve posted this sooner but I was withholding it from my girlfriend to make a point. I hope you’ve learned your lesson, peanut. Don’t fuck with me. Anyway, mini-rant over. The last chapter was well-received by @thegirlwiththeimpala, @all-nerds-here, @tmntloverxd, @lavenderr-skiies, @tinkerbelldetective, and @procrastinatingvirgo. Enjoy, my darlings!

Omg the story is soooooooo good!! I love it.

Thank you. I hadn’t realized I didn’t need my heart. Now I know, and now I shall go cry in a corner.


Civil War (Part 9)

Part 8

The next morning couldn’t come quick enough. Both Steve and Bucky were anxious for you to wake up, to speak with you and find out how much you knew. Bucky had gone to his room and pulled out all of his notebooks and photo albums with everything he’d collated over the years. His notebooks were teeming with scribbles and drawings, that only seemed to make sense to him. Sometimes they were nonsense, fragments of thought that linked up with something on another page entirely, and sometimes they were sketches which varied from the tangible to the downright dark. His thoughts had been scattered but those notebooks, along with Steve’s support, had ultimately been his salvation.

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