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The Blood Falls
One of the most incredible natural phenomena on the planet is found in the Dry Valleys of McMurdo in Antarctica. It was discovered by Australian geologist Thomas Griffith Taylor and it has now intrigued scientists for a century.
Red liquid gushes out from inside of the mass of ice until it flows into Lake Bonney. The water should freeze, but it does not, although the temperature in the place can reach -60 degrees Celsia. The content of the lake that feeds the falls is three time saltier than seawater and is extremely rich in iron. The blood effect occurs when the lake's salty, iron-rich water seeps through fissures and falls into Lake Bonney. When this liquid comes in contact with the air and becomes oxidized, it turns red.
The area is accessible only by a boat, or a helicopter.
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On a chilly winter day in 1929, Halil Edhem, the Director of Turkey's National Museum, was hunched over his solitary task of classifying documents.
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The Piri Reis Map
This map, of which only about a third survives, was discovered in 1929. It had been wrapped up in a bundle of papers that a museum had deemed unimportant.
An Ottoman cartographer and admiral, Piri Reis, had drawn and signed the map in approximately 1513. The map shows western Europe, North Africa, and the eastern coast of Brazil. The map is said to have been drawn using Christopher Colombus’s infamous lost map as a guide, giving us the only contemporary rendition of this map. The Piri Reis map also shows what appears to be the Antarctic coast – which scholars believe was not discovered until 1820.
One of the most accurate world maps of its time, the fact that the Piri Reis map has only survived as a fragment adds to its mystery. Did Piri Reis somehow have access to a map of Antarctica over 300 years before it was discovered?
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If you've been following the Station 151 storyline or if you've been planning to binge all episodes at once, we have news. Tomorrow, February 14, is the season one finale of our Antarctic science fiction audio drama. As always, the episode will drop very early in the morning. Be prepared.
Station 151 on Apple Podcasts
Station 151 on Spotify
Station 151 website (for other podcast app links)
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Also, when you research Admiral Byrd's diary, he talks about meeting tall blonde beings that lived underground, below the ground. He talked to these beings for an extended period of time.
Read More Here: Admiral Byrd's Experience in Inner Earth
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The Thing (1982, John Carpenter)
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Totally Random Non-Fiction Tuesday
Antarctica is so interesting. Both the science of it and its history too. It’s totally part of our Earth, but it's also sort of an alien landscape, even more so than the Arctic in the north. I didn’t realized that European explorers didn’t find it until the 1819/1820s, or that it was once known as Terra Australis. Although I did know that it is officially not part of any other country on Earth (doesn’t ‘belong’ to anyone) and so there.
The author has actually also been to Antarctica, and, that made it more than just some sort of research sort of book, it’s a really cool combination of the science, which was fun, as well as her experiences too. Just a really fun (and cold, brrr) read.
You may like this book If you Liked: Terra Incognita by Sara Wheeler, The Entire Earth and Sky by Leslie Carol Roberts, or Horizon by Barry Holstun Lopez
Antarctica: An Intimate Portrait of a Mysterious Continent by Gabrielle Walker
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The Enigma Unveiled: Exploring the Mysteries of the Voynich Manuscript #ancient #history Part 7
The Enigma Unveiled: Exploring the Mysteries of the Voynich Manuscript #ancient #history Part 7
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Join us on a captivating journey as we delve into the enigmatic world of the Voynich Manuscript. Discover the origins, intricate details, and ongoing quest to decipher this medieval enigma filled with strange text and bizarre illustrations. Unravel the secrets behind this mysterious codex and witness the relentless pursuit to unlock its hidden meanings. Get ready to be fascinated by one of the greatest enigmas of all time!
Explore the intricate pages of the Voynich Manuscript, where fantastical illustrations and enigmatic diagrams await. Witness the ongoing debate surrounding its origins, authorship, and purpose. Could it be a forgotten language, an encrypted code, or an elaborate hoax? Embark on a journey through time and witness the efforts of scholars, from the 17th-century alchemist Georg Baresch to modern computational linguists, as they strive to decipher its mysteries. Brace yourself for a mind-bending exploration of this enduring enigma that continues to captivate and confound the world.
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This is basically what it says on the tin.
An ensemble adventure book in antratica with aliens and mystery.
tomb raider, Indiana jones, x-files and some nazis - a little bit of all. I loved it!
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Secret Sorrows || Bodyguard AU
Summary: Former special ops, Bucky, seeks solace in a cold refuge to escape his past. However, his haunted history catches up, unraveling mysteries that persist relentlessly.
Words Count: 2,253
Warning: Death character.
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A/N: This is my first attempt at writing within the mystery theme. I hope you enjoy it.
Thank you to anyone who gave a like, reblog, and left a comment. It motivated me to write more.
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In Antarctica's vast, frozen expanse, where researchers braved the harshest conditions, Bucky, a former military man seeking solitude in the icy isolation, served as the stern yet vigilant security presence.
One frosty day, Bucky diligently checked the storage temperatures, surrounded by the frigid air that mirrored the chill in his own heart.
As he focused on his task, he was approached by Chef Jack, who had recently returned from the mainland to visit his grandchildren.
Bundled in layers against the biting cold, Chef Jack grinned at Bucky. "You're a charming man, Bucky. Why are you still single? The female scientists who work here have been flirting with you.”
Bucky, his breath visible in the freezing air, chuckled softly. "I just haven't found the one."
Chef Jack, his eyes reflecting the wisdom of age, patted Bucky on the shoulder. "I see. Still can't forget the former? I understand."
Bucky's gaze dropped to the snowy ground and fell into a heavy silence. He nodded subtly, not wanting to delve into the painful memories beneath the icy surface of his stoic demeanor.
In a sudden turn of events, Bucky received an emergency alert: "We need backup."
Without hesitation, he swiftly responded over the radio, "On my way," and rushed towards his waiting car.
Emergencies were a rare occurrence in this remote location, and deaths resulting from foul play were even more uncommon.
Upon arrival at the scene, Bucky was met with a chilling sight – two in orange swimming suits, eerily floating in the icy waters.
Drowning was the cause, an unusual and unsettling occurrence in this frozen realm. The onlooking tourists, shaken and fearful, murmured amongst themselves.
The atmosphere was tense as one tourist anxiously mentioned, "They have a kid, right? Where is their son?"
Bucky, now profoundly concerned, hadn't even seen the faces of the victims yet. His focus shifted to the potential tragedy of a child being left alone in such extreme conditions.
Ignoring the bitter cold, he resolved to search for any sign of the missing child, determined to navigate through the frigid wilderness in a race against time.
Bucky, determined to find the missing child, declared, "I'm going to find their kid."
Meanwhile, young Ethan, feeling out of place in the freezing Antarctic surroundings, had been running away from the group. He voiced his displeasure about being on the tour, unable to comprehend why his parents insisted on such a cold adventure.
"Why did Mom and Dad want to come here? And who was that scary man looking at me?”
As Ethan blew on his cold hands, a sudden shadow engulfed him, casting a momentary relief from the harsh Antarctic winds.
Looking up, he found himself face to face with a tall man, his piercing blue eyes reflecting genuine concern.
"Hey buddy. My name is Bucky. I'm here to get you safe," Bucky reassured him.
Still shivering from the cold and the frightful encounter, Ethan stammered, "Sa-save me."
Sensing the depth of the child's fear, Bucky draped a warm blanket over him and gently scooped him into his protective arms. Ethan, seeking comfort, curled up against Bucky, his small frame shivering against the chill.
"I want my grandma," Ethan mumbled, his voice barely audible over the Antarctic wind.
With a reassuring tone, Bucky responded, "You will, buddy," holding the frightened child close.
Bucky, carrying the shivering Ethan to his car, couldn't escape the grim reality as he passed the body bag containing the deceased.
In an impulse, he took a brief, painful glance before it closed – a glimpse that nearly brought him to his knees. The face inside, now concealed, triggered a rush of memories from his past, a haunting connection he hadn't expected.
Iris Aston. His first love.
The weight of the revelation hit Bucky hard, but he refocused on the scared child in his arms. The realization struck him – Ethan was Iris's son.
As he gently placed the child on the office couch, Bucky's mind raced, processing the unexpected intersection of his past and the present.
Bucky tried to steady himself by pouring a cup of hot chocolate for Ethan. "What's your name, buddy?" he asked, his voice revealing the underlying shock.
"Ethan Van Alen," came the soft reply, intensifying Bucky's internal turmoil. After separating from Iris, he had heard about her marrying into an old-money family – the Van Alens.
Bucky, grappling with the revelation, inquired about Ethan's aunt, hoping for some grounding in this unexpected twist. "Is your grandma here too?"
Ethan shook his head, his eyes reflecting fear and uncertainty. "No, she's not.”
"I'm sure she will come here as soon as possible," he assured.
As Bucky received a call from his concerned colleagues requesting assistance, Ethan, overcome with fear, clung desperately to Bucky's leg. "No. Don't leave me," he pleaded, his small frame trembling with anxiety.
Bucky's colleagues, now understanding the gravity of the situation, exchanged somber glances. The shocking reality dawned on Bucky as he realized that the couple who had tragically perished was none other than Ethan's parents.
Sensitive to the child's distress, Bucky, without hesitation, scooped Ethan into his arms, providing the solace the orphaned boy desperately sought. Now cradled in the safety of Bucky's strong arms, Ethan felt a sense of reassurance that had eluded him before.
Bucky entered the empty storage room where Iris's lifeless body was being kept. As he gazed upon her, memories flooded back – of a time when they were inseparable, studying together at the military academy.
Their connection ran deep, but Iris had abruptly left, and her icy rejection had marked the last encounter.
He could still hear her words, cutting through him like a bitter wind, "Who do you think you are? Don't touch me!" A painful reminder of the social gap between them, a gap that fate had widened.
Looking down at Iris now, her once bright smile extinguished, Bucky couldn't shake the heartbreak that lingered from their past.
His colleagues reported no visible signs of trauma on Iris's body, adding a layer of mystery to her sudden demise. Seeking answers, Bucky turned to the only witness – young Ethan.
Ethan joined the conversation, his voice shaky but determined. "After my dad and mom drank something, they walked funny and fell into the water. And... and..."
Bucky, offering a reassuring presence, prompted, "What happened next, Ethan?”
The boy hesitated before continuing, "A scary man looked at me and walked towards me. That's why I ran."
Bucky's colleagues updated him, saying, "The tour guide has called the family. They already sent someone."
Still in Bucky's comforting presence, Ethan inquired with hope, “Grandma is coming?"
Bucky gently patted the kid on the back, assuring him, "Yes."
Finding solace in the knowledge that his grandma was on the way, Ethan felt a wave of relief wash over him.
Bucky thought, never underestimate the power of money, expecting the relatives to arrive by ship. However, a large plane unexpectedly landed. Bucky, still carrying Ethan, and others anxiously awaited the arrival of the guests.
As the plane's door opened, Bucky, from a distance, couldn't discern who was stepping out. Restlessness overcame Ethan, and he wanted to get down. "Grandma," he exclaimed when he saw a familiar figure.
But Ethan abruptly halted in his tracks. The unexpected figure approaching him wasn't his grandma but his aunt. A surge of fear gripped him. He had always been scared of her.
Bucky, equally taken aback, felt a shockwave of disbelief. He had witnessed her lifeless form in the cold storage room, and now she stood before him – alive, breathing.
How come Iris came back to live?
Is he seeing a ghost? Or a zombie?
Unable to conceal his astonishment, he stammered, "Iris?”
Ethan suddenly chimed in, "That's my mother's name. This person is my aunt. Her name is Y/N.”
Y/N's reply was devoid of emotion as she spoke in a cold, matter-of-fact tone, "I'm her twin sister."
Twin sister? Iris has a twin sister? She never mentioned this to him. Bucky was shocked by this revelation
Y/N's demeanor showed no signs of sadness or grief. "I'm here to collect their bodies and bring Ethan back home."
Offering his condolences, Bucky expressed, "My name is Bucky. I'm sorry for what happened to your sister. It sounds crazy, but I knew your sister from the military academy."
Y/N's response was detached, "I see. Could you show my assistant which documents to sign so we could leave?"
Her request held no trace of emotion, contrasting sharply with the heartfelt sentiments Bucky had just conveyed.
Taken aback by the stark difference between Y/N and Iris, Bucky found himself grappling with the realization that, despite their identical faces, their personalities were worlds apart.
As the simple yet somber process unfolded, the body bags were carefully loaded onto the plane. Before departing, Ethan looked at Bucky, a silent exchange containing layers of unspoken emotions.
Ethan glanced at Bucky, hope flickering in his eyes; he asked, "Can brother come with us?"
Y/N, who was busy with her phone, responded, "If he wants too."
Struggling to fully comprehend the stark differences between Y/N and Iris, Bucky leaned down to Ethan and softly said, "I hope we meet again someday."
The words hung in the air, a wistful expression of the unexpected bond formed amidst the cold Antarctic challenges.
Absorbing the sentiment, Ethan offered a slow nod, the weight of recent events etched across his young face.
Y/N didn't spare Bucky a glance as she entered the plane, her demeanor as cold as the Antarctic winds.
Today, Bucky encountering his first love only to find her lifeless, meeting her son, and discovering the existence of her twin sister.
Despite Y/N's demeanor, icy as the landscape around them, Bucky couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity. It wasn't just the shared face with Iris; there was an unspoken connection, an elusive something more that lingered in the air.
Bucky had a bunch of questions swirling in his head. He couldn't determine why Iris never told him about her twin sister. Even though he wanted answers, he hesitated to ask.
He wished he could talk more to Y/N.
The Van Alen and Aston household seemed full of secrets. The news about the company heir's death hit the headlines, and it got crazier when someone tried to kidnap Ethan, the heir's son.
Something felt off to Bucky. First, Iris died, and now there's a danger to Ethan. Y/N, who looked like Iris, came to mind. He worried someone might go after Y/N, too.
Not willing to let harm come to them, Bucky packed up and left Antarctica, arriving in a warm New York. He headed to the Van Alen residence, seeing many cars and guests offering condolences.
Thinking he couldn't get in, Bucky was surprised there was no security. But then he learned that Ethan had gone missing – a kidnap attempt had just happened. Ethan is missing from his room.
As Bucky approached the Van Alen residence, he noticed the branch of a nearby tree shaking. Looking up, he sighed, realizing it was Ethan.
"Ethan?" Bucky called out.
"Bro? Bucky? Is that you?" Ethan responded from the tree.
"What are you doing?" Bucky inquired.
Ethan explained, frustration in his voice, "I hate everyone. No one talks to me!"
Feeling a pang of sympathy for the grieving child, Bucky opened his arms, saying, "Come down. Everyone is worried about you."
Reluctantly, Ethan descended from the tree, landing in Bucky's protective embrace. As they stood together, security personnel, witnessing the scene, moved forward, intending to detain Bucky.
Before they could intervene, Ethan intervened, proclaiming, "No. He's my bodyguard." The unexpected declaration left the security team momentarily puzzled, but Ethan's insistence shielded Bucky from further scrutiny.
"You've created unnecessary chaos," Y/N stated, appearing with five people behind her, resembling assistants and bodyguards.
Bucky couldn't help but think that Y/N, Ethan's aunt, was too cold. She didn't even make an effort to coax her own nephew.
In a burst of emotion, Ethan exclaimed, "Nobody cares for me. Everyone wishes I was gone so Aunt has everything!"
Bucky, taken aback by Ethan's outburst, never expected him to yell like this. Y/N remained silent, eventually sighing, "Be grateful you're still breathing."
Ethan flinched and cried in Bucky's arms, expressing, "Huuu, nobody in this house loves me.”
Bucky tried to comfort the distressed child, saying, "I will talk to your aunt."
Bucky followed Y/N, expressing concern that Ethan was grieving and suggesting she should be with her nephew during this challenging time.
Y/N's bodyguard attempted to push Bucky away, but she raised her left hand, signaling him to stop.
At that moment, Bucky noticed a small tattoo on Y/N's left fourth finger. His eyes widened as he recognized the same tattoo he and Iris had gotten together back in the day.
How was it possible that Y/N also had the same tattoo?
Y/N calmly remarked, "Seeing you so eager to protect Ethan, I'll hire you as his bodyguard. He's the reason you're here, right?"
Bucky didn't argue, though his motive extended beyond protecting Ethan; he was also there to find Iris's killer and the person behind the attempt to kidnap Ethan.
Y/N continued, "I'll take that as a yes. My assistant will draw up the contract."
Surprised by her trust, Bucky questioned, "You trust me?"
Y/N replied, "Your effort in coming here to protect Ethan is enough to judge that you're sincere." Bucky was taken aback by her astute judgment. Y/N was not as ignorant as he had initially thought.
Before Bucky could delve further, Y/N declared, "That's good. I need a trusted person to protect Ethan because that kid's life is more important than mine." Bucky sensed a hint of self-pity in her words.
Before leaving, Y/N added, "Back then, Iris trusted you. I hope I can feel the same. Don't disappoint me, Barnes." Her words hint at a sense of expectation and reliance on Bucky's capabilities.
As he pondered asking her about it, Y/N departed with her entourage, leaving Bucky with lingering questions and a newfound role as Ethan's protector.
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Spiderman Noir x Reader
Content warnings: alcohol mention, no use of y/n, first person (reader pov)
Notes: if you look closely you can see the exact moment that I lost all inspiration to actually finish this oneshot!! anyways yea I was gonna have it from Noir's POV but it would be harder for the reader to be gender neutral if that was the case
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The young shamus' office was colder than a summer night in Antarctica. A single light dangled overhead, dimly illuminating the room just enough that the corners were pitch black, but everything else was a bit visible. I had heard tales of the hard-boiled gumshoe, the only private eye in New York to wear a mask. It was pretty dang smart, really. Protecting his identity and all that jazz.
His feet were propped up on his desk, clad in worn leather boots that seemed to have dirt caked in from his many adventures. His fedora covered where his eyes would have been, had he not been wearing a mask that already concealed them.
I took notice of the bottle of moonshine on his desk, picking it up and inspecting the label. "Bit ironic for a detective to be drinkin' hooch, ain't it?"
For a moment, I thought he wouldn't respond, as he didn't look up nor tilt up his hat, but he leaned forward slightly as he addressed me. "Don't blow your wig, pal. You can't convince me ya haven't stepped into a speakeasy a few times."
His retort earned a quiet laugh out of me as I placed the bottle back in its original spot.
The private investigator finally took his feet off the desk and looked up at me. I could only imagine his piercing gray eyes inspecting me. The thought somehow got me flustered, subtle heat rising to my cheeks.
"You got somethin' to say, or are you just gonna stand there gawkin'?" He eventually asked, snapping me out of my stupor.
He reached into a drawer on his desk and took out a cigar, lighting it and putting it up to the fabric of his mask where his mouth would be. "Usually people come in here for me to solve a mystery."
"Oh!" I laughed nervously. Had I been staring at him? Idiot. "Right. Yeah."
Reaching into my back pocket, I retrieved a small photograph, sliding it across the table like an 8 ball in a game of pool.
"My grandma." I tapped the photo. "Y'see the necklace? It's been in my family for decades. And today, it wasn't in the safe."
The detective's interest seemed piqued, at least from what little I could deduce from his body language. "Touched it lately?"
"Not since two months ago. It's only for VERY special occasions." I shrugged, taking a glance at the nameplate on his desk. "Mr. Noir... can you find it?"
The silence was thicker than 5 year old expired eggnog. Golly, how I wished I knew what he was thinking. The only thing I could decipher was a bit of curiosity from the slight tilt of his head.
I hadn't even realized I was holding my breath until I started getting dizzy.
Eventually, he spoke up. "The question ain't can I, toots. It's will I. And the answer is yes."
A small smile spread across my lips as he stood up, handing me back the photograph with a slight tilt of his head.
"Thank you, sir."
The apartment I lived in was quite small, and hardly luxurious. Despite our family heirloom being one of such high worth, we weren't a wealthy family. But I managed to get by. Even if it wasn't large, it was cozy.
"This is your place?" His body language betrayed no thoughts. It was really quite frustrating how little I could infer from him, with only his voice and movements to determine what he was feeling.
"...it's not much," I admitted carefully, "But I do like it."
"And you never thought to sell the necklace?"
"No, sir. It's too important to our family."
Noir hummed softly, inspecting the safe when I pointed it out. He dragged a gloved finger over the surface, a thin layer of dust now coating his fingertip like ash from a fireplace. The motion somehow made me nervous, as if he was convincing me I had something to hide.
Noir looked up at me after a moment's pause. "...Listen, if you can't pay, I can-"
"No." I cut him off. "I can pay. I wouldn't have hired you if I didn't set aside some money."
The vigilante didn't respond. He merely turned back to the safe, closing the door of it before standing up straight again. He looked down at me, and I could practically feel his eyes burning into me.
"...I can't take your money, darlin'."
Frustration boiled inside of me as I took a step forward. "Yes you can. I don't need pity, detective."
A small sigh could be heard through the fabric of Noir's mask. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep myself from having an outburst.
In a swift, almost imperceptible movement, Noir took one of my hands in both of his. The investigator's huge gloved hands dwarfed my own. "You don't understand. I know what happened with yer necklace, I can't ask you to pay me for such a quick job."
It was hard for me to choke out any words. "But-"
"No buts."
"I have to pay you. This is your job," I protested.
Noir was quiet for a moment before cupping my face in his hands. I was aware of heat rising to my cheeks. If he noticed how flustered he was making me, he didn't say anything. "You really wanna pay? I'm not gonna bump gums with you about this."
I nodded stubbornly. Perhaps I didn't quite understand the implications of his words, because after lifting up his mask just above his nose, he kissed me square on the lips.
The light pink on my cheeks doubled, turning my face red as I slowly began kissing back. My mind clouded, halting any racing thoughts and focusing only on the gentleness of his lips.
When he finally pulled away, it felt too soon. I couldn't squeak out any words as he took a step back from me, tilting his hat by the brim with a small nod.
My mind was still in a bit of a daze when he started to leave. "By the way, darlin'." I looked up at him as he spoke to me. "Check the coffee table."
And sure enough, there was the necklace, hidden from view next to a stack of magazines.
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Station 151 Ep. 10 SNOWCAT: With Dr. Alfieri on the move and an imminent threat falling from the skies, Wayne and Astrid rush to escape before Wilkins wakes from maintenance and puts a stop to their plans. Unfortunately, any place of safety or refuge on the map will be a dangerous trek across a frozen and unforgiving landscape. Available for download now! Check your podcast apps. Links below.
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What Admiral Byrd Found Inner Earth - Antarctica
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Antarctica is a white continent at the tip of the world and is nothing less than a fictional planet from some other universe in a novel. It might be the only untouched place on the earth, which is like heaven or maybe hell too, lacking a heart.
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