#Bass Strait

[knabo-roboto]

looking out into Bass Strait 🌊✨⛵️

[ocean-song]

Bass Strait from Devonport

[mrcomplexity68]

The Searoad NV Liekut & Spirit of Tasmania 1 leaving Devonport TAS this afternoon.

[thefoxsbookofdays]

14th December

2024. 50,000+ km

[jeanhm]

Journey to Tasmania

We were up early and at the ferry in Geelong by 6.45am ready for our ferry across to Tasmania. This means we come in on the north coast and are planning to head west after our overnight stop in Barrington.

The journey was easy and quite calm even when we left the confines of the Geelong Bay and entered the Bass Strait. It took 3 hours to get from the port to the Heads which is the entrance to the Bass Strait due to having to go slowly but then we picked up speed and apart from being seated right below a freezingly cold AC vent, it was a good trip with recliner seats and a fair amount to see and do on the ship, the Spirit of Tasmania 2. We even got to see the Queen Elizabeth as she passed us on her way presumably into Melbourne.

We docked promptly at 7pm and we were disembarked towards the end though it was an easy journey on to our accommodation which is in a converted Church in Barrington. It reminded me of a friends Wesleyan Chapel in Somerset with the Sunday School attached to the church with a Vestry linking the two although this is wooden. It is stunning and very different to the motel type accommodation we have had.

Tomorrow we set out for the west via Cradle Mountain.

[catacombcreeper]

The Disappearance of Fredrick Valentich

On the 21st of October 1978, 20 y/o Australian pilot Fredrick Valentich disappeared while flying a small Cessna Skylane 182 aircraft over Bass Strait. He informed Melbourne Air Traffic Control he was being accompanied by an unknown aircraft. His last words were “That strange aircraft is hovering on top of me again…. it is hovering and it’s not an aircraft.” Neither the pilot nor plane were ever found.

[my-bass-lies]

[soup-mother]

someone is always moving to fucking Melbourne, someone needs to do something about this

[a-solitary-sea-rover-backup]

The Yachts, William Carlos Williams

[reubyocs]

AHH none of my threads have posted???? Strange

I have to be up and on the road by 6am so I'm gonna get some sleep ut ill attempt to sort these things out while I travel by boat to the mainland!!!

[morningtonpeninsulanews]

Bass Strait Could Be More Than Just a Highway for Whales, Says New Study

Humpback whales may be doing more than just passing through Bass Strait, according to new research released by the Dolphin Research Institute (DRI). A just-published white paper titled More Than a Migratory Corridor draws on nearly two decades of whale sightings and behavioural data, revealing that Bass Strait could be an important feeding and calving ground — not just a migratory route as…

[loser-user-noaccuser]

Going to go punch politicians anyone in?

[toomanytookas]

Discovering Tunes Through Fic: A Rec List

A sequel of sorts to my Discovering Lit Through Fic list from earlier this year (which I desperately need to update)! It's always fun to find mention of a song or musician/artist/band that you love in fic, and I also enjoy how such inclusions can lead to finding new things to listen to (some of these songs made my spotify wrapped entirely because of these fics!).

This list brings together works that I have encountered in my reading travels that have somehow incorporated songs or artists within the work (separate from being inspiration or source of title). If you see an artist or song that is your jam or piques your interest, be sure to give the fic a try—the music was selected with intent, so the work is probably your vibe!

Alpha sorted by character then author then title. I will update as I read more!

Dave

Audience of One - @katareyoudrilling Carmen Fantasy - Pablo de Sarasate

Down Bad & Good Luck Babe - @schnarfer Talk Show Host - Radiohead Angel - Massive Attack

Dieter

Down This Chain of Days - @ghotifishreads Don’t Stop Me Now - Queen

Your Favorite Kryptonite - @kedsandtubesocks Everytime We Touch - Cascada

Making Out to Pablo Honey - @mothandpidgeon Radiohead

Eros & Psyche - schnarfer This is Love - PJ Harvey

Home - @yopossum Dangerous Woman - Ariana Grande

Frankie

Hold Fast - @jeewrites Lil Boo Thang - Paul Russell RV 297 (Winter) - Vivaldi

With No Strings Attached - @jolapeno Elvis

On Call - @luxurychristmaspudding A whole host of songs, which can be found in this playlist

Pickup Truck - luxurychristmaspudding Pickup Truck - Kings of Leon

Tommy’s Party - luxurychristmaspudding Peach Pit

Jack

Whiskey & Westworld - @prolix-yuy Hank Williams George Strait

Javi P

Paranoid Heart - @goodwithcheese On My Own - Les Misérables George Strait Indigo Girls One More Last Chance - Vince Gill

Go Your Own Way - schnarfer Go Your Own Way - Fleetwood Mac Son of a Preacher Man - Dusty Springfield

Joel

Aint That a Bite - @almostfoxglove Rock Around the Clock - Bill Haley & His Comets

Cover Me Up - almostfoxglove Running Up That Hill - Kate Bush Cover Me Up - Jason Isbell

Over Again - @burntheedges A bunch of wonderful early 2000s (and adjacent) tracks, as found on this playlist

Interstellar Overdrive - @hypnotisedfireflies An incredible 70s soundtrack throughout, see this playlist!

Happy Tuesday - @maggiemayhemnj I Only Have Eyes For You - The Flamingos

Symphony - maggiemayhemnj Oh, Lady Be Good - Ella Fitzgerald BWV 156 (Ich steh mit einem Fuß im Grabe)

Difficult - schnarfer Every You Every Me - Placebo

Strike - @secretelephanttattoo The White Stripes Red Hot Chili Peppers

Marcus P

All About the Bass - katareyoudrilling BWV 893 Cantus in Memoriam Benjamin Britten - Arvo Pärt Tabula Rasa - Arvo Pärt

Headshots - secretelephanttattoo Just Like Heaven - The Cure

Max P

Warm Hands, Cold Heart - secretelephanttattoo Hypnotize - The Notorious B.I.G  Nobody Move, Nobody Get Hurt - We Are Scientists

Tim

Undercover - secretelephanttattoo Mr. Brightside - The Killers

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If you know of or have written works that fit this theme, I'd love to hear about them! Please feel free to shout them out in the comments. Also if you're an author I've read and I accidentally left a work of yours that fits this theme off the list, please forgive my swiss cheese brain and let me know so I can add you!! 💕

Date updated: 29 December 2024 Date published: 29 December 2024 Images are my own.

[my-bass-lies]

[notpulpcovers]

Morton Künstler, Penal Mistress of Bass Strait, Men magazine interior, 1959

[babysfirsthaze]

Extraordinary Girl...(Caitlyn x Vi)

Synopsis: part one of several, highschool au Caitvi. Richgirl bassist Cait meets drummer Vi- chaos ensues.

Content: highschool au, band au, Maddie Nolan tw, probably slight mischaracterisation bc 1) they're like 16 here and 2) I bet doing that, swearing probably. No major content warnings

A/n: this took FUCK OFF AGES 2 get out I'm so so sorry omg. Not very good but like is any of my writing? no smut this time sorry team, smut is coming, later, I promise. love me a slowburn unfortunately. I am open 2 criticism but please please be kind productive and thoughtful<3 enjoy

Caitlyn Kiramman. 

That’s not a name anyone thought might be on the roll of a public school, and a public school is never a place she thought she’d find herself. But she’s here- in her year advisor’s office, it smells like plastic and cheap carpet, and she’s looking at a shitty computer, with a list of subjects to select. Extracurriculars? Her fingers drum against her bicep, and she frowns. Agriculture, hospitality, industrial technologies…isn’t that what maids are for? Curse that fight with her mother that landed her here, this was a punishment. And now she has to deal with it. 

“Legal studies,” she decides, her voice short and curt. Mr Scott nods, taking note of that. “And music, I suppose.” “You play?” He asks, raising his eyebrows, a friendly sort of smile on his face that makes her frown. “Yeah,” she shifts her weight to the other foot, “piano. And bass.” 

And that was all it took to find herself here. Sat in the back of a music classroom, lined with plastic keyboards, next to 20 odd classmates she doesn’t know who are talking too loudly, who smell bad, who are vaping. She’s uncomfortable, it’s stuffy and loud and entirely unprofessional in here. This teacher (Mrs Jay, if she remembers correctly) is struggling to get control of the class, and she supposes it’s the middle of the day, but that’s hardly an excuse. It’s her one job. Cait’s pulled out of her thoughts when a pink-haired, muscular girl takes the seat behind her, glancing her way but not saying anything. She answers to Violet when the roll is called, she smells like wood oil. Caitlyn shifts a little further into her side of the desk. 

“You new here?” 

Her voice sounds warm, friendly. Cait jumps slightly, not expecting to be addressed, but offers a tight, polite smile. “I am, yeah. Caitlyn Kiramman. You're…Violet?” 

“Vi,” she's corrected. “You play an instrument, or?” 

Cait's eyes flick to the cheap pianos, and she nods. “Yeah. Bass. Yourself?” “I’d like to learn drums,” Vi replies, leaning back a bit in her seat; she’s obviously talkative, which makes Cait frown a bit, again. Not that there’s anyone not talking in this classroom, but still. “But I don’t have a kit, and I’ve never really tried before. I’m sure it can’t be hard. Hit some sticks, kick a drum…y'know?” 

“...yeah, sure,” Cait nods slowly, turning herself back to face the whiteboard. Vi frowns but doesn’t say anything, taking the hint. Clearly not friendly. They sit in silence for the majority of the lesson, Caitlyn diligently taking notes and Vi’s workbook a little messier. The period’s coming to an end and they both start to pack up, Mrs Jay calling to get the attention of the class. 

“Oh,” she waits until most of the students are looking up at her, before continuing. “Next lesson I’ll need you to get into groups, find yourself a band to learn a rock song with. Drummer, guitarist, bassist, singer. If there’s issues we’ll sort them out tomorrow. Enjoy your lunch, everyone!” 

-

The bell rings and the sound of chatter and chairs scraping fills the room, and Cait walks out to break, wandering a little aimlessly. Nowhere to really go, she finds herself tucked in the corner of a library with her laptop. Rock song, huh? The girl supposes she should look for one, so she opens Spotify, scrolling through a generic playlist she found. She lands on Romeo and Juliet by Dire Straits, not really rock, but, she's sure it will do. She definitely won't be learning anything heavy metal, that's for sure. And with the song tucked away in a little corner of her mind she moves on, deciding she'll find someone nice and quiet to play with, get the A, and go home. 

-

This does not happen. 

-

“So, you wanna work together or what?” Vi asks, leaning back in her chair and peering at Caitlyn. She's drawn all over her arm in sharpie today, mechanical symbols and cogs and gears, and she’s wearing the same outfit as yesterday. “Um..” Cait purses her lips, nodding out of obligation more than anything, she doesn't wanna seem snobby. “Yeah, sure. Did you have a song in mind?” “I don't know. Something by Greenday?” She shrugs, and there's more nodding on Caitlyn's part, considering that. “Right.” 

Vi isn’t sure how she managed it. But she ended up sat at a drumkit, a pretty girl on bass and a pretty girl on guitar, looking at a drum tab for Extraordinary Girl. Maybe she was a saint in a past life. Their guitarist, a short, redheaded girl who introduced herself as Maddie, is chatting up Caitlyn while they tune their instruments, and Vi watches with a soft grin. She fiddles with the drumkit, pressing her foot against the pedal of the kick drum rhythmically, tapping a stick on the snare; she watches Cait’s furrowed brow as she turns the tuning pegs carefully, and Maddie's soft smile as she looks at the blue-haired girl, too. 

“Vi?” Cait looks up, absent-mindedly tapping her fingers against the muted strings of her bass. “Can you give us a beat?” 

She hums, and begins to play- slowly, eyes flicking between the sheet music and the instrument. Drum tabs aren’t hard to read, but this is her first time trying, she’s kind of winging it; her big eyes narrowed into a focused sort of frown, movements careful, deliberate. She’s allowed maybe fifteen seconds before she’s stopped with a huff from the English woman, who puts her bass down dramatically, standing up. 

“You need a metronome,” she decides out loud, her voice quick, annoyed. Vi blinks. What? Sure, she’s not Tré Coo, she doesn’t know the song yet, she’s not gonna be perfect. But she didn’t think she was that bad. She opens her mouth to protest, but Cait is already grabbing her drumsticks, confiscating them. 

What a fucking snob. 

“I don’t need a metronome, give those back,” Vi argues, reaching out to try and grab the sticks. Her fist closes around air, and she groans. “Excuse you. Not everyone’s perfect, y'know.” “I am not perfect! Just- you need to set a solid beat, or we can’t play,” she exclaims, and fishes her phone out of her bag, opening up youtube to find a track for her. She then gives the drumsticks back, Maddie snickers softly, the soft sound of her fiddling with the guitar the only pleasant thing in the atmosphere. Vi goes a bit pink, muttering a quiet thanks and trying again.