#Bass Strait

[histsciart]

Happy Feathursday!

The predominantly herbivorous green rosellas (Platycercus caledonicus) are native to Tasmania and the Bass Strait Islands.

SciArt from The Birds of Australia, Vol. 5 (1848) by John Gould. View more in Biodiversity Heritage Library (@biodivlibrary) with thanks to Smithsonian Libraries and Archives (@smithsonianlibraries) for digitizing.

#Feathursday #Green rosellas #Green rosella #birds #ornithology #Tasmania #Bass Strait

[sitting-on-me-bum]

Orange-bellied parrot.

The critically endangered orange-bellied parrot is one of the world’s rarest birds, and one of only a few migratory species of parrots. Every year, these small parrots breed in south-western Tasmania during summer before making the long journey across Bass Strait to spend the winter in coastal Victoria and South Australia. Five years ago, orange-bellied Parrots were teetering on the edge of extinction ‒ their numbers had plunged to just 17 birds ‒ but today, through careful management, their population is steadily increasing.

Photograph: Matt Wright

#matt wright #photographer #orange-bellied parrot #parrot #bird photography #nature #australia #tasmania #bass strait #victoria #south australia

[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.

#tasmania #converted chapel #Bass Strait

[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.

#Youtube #Fredrick Valentich #Australia #ufo #disappearance #unsolved mystery #bass strait #aircraft

[my-bass-lies]

#mark knopfler #dire straits #classic rock #my-bass-lies

[mangedog]

i'd honestly not heard about zoanthropy! and tbh i'm always interested in your posts about lycanism and alterhumanitism as a whole because i experience similar things, but having the added layer(?) of eagle therian on canine sounds like a strange experience for sure :o

zoanthropy is pretty niche! (though it seems to be making a bit of a splash in certain tumblr circles).

im glad you're interested in my experiences, i learn best about things from others lived experiences so i like to provide that for others! and talking about it helps me process it (which can be hard at times - this is psychosis after all) [not the therian part but the lycanthropy part]

and yeah, having a human body and a non-human animal soul is one thing, but a canine body and a non-canine soul? confusing lol!

#also i didnt realise we were mutuals lol i love ur art blog! #no bold #dogasks #therianthropy #clinical zoanthropy #clinical lycanthropy #oh hey i didnt realise ur also australian! hello from across the bass strait!

[reubyrp]

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!!!

#10 hour crossing o er the bass strait.... #ill fix up the queue #ooc reu

[faithfromanewperspective]

Tammy van wisse should be a celebrity within the #tasmanic tag

#SWIMMING THE BASS STRAIT IN 18 HOURS #that’s like. Average 5km/h #or more #tbh I’m surprised anyone even attempted it #but then again someone def would #she’s from melbourne but #tasmanic

[adbhit]

Bass Strait ▪️ Bass Strait, channel separating Victoria, Australia, from the island of Tasmania on the south. ▪️ Connecting Tasman sea on the west and Indian Ocean in the east. Follow @azupsc @azupsc #bass #strait #geography #australia #prelims #mains #Interview #upsc #upsctopper #study #studyblog https://www.instagram.com/p/CgVtunMv_Cc/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#bass #strait #geography #australia #prelims #mains #interview #upsc #upsctopper #study #studyblog

[quickandsilvers]

I have been thinking,,, non stop about that Peter Maximoff music ask,,, and like

Another song that popped into my head that apocalypse era Peter would use in such a scenario? Rod Stewart, "Do Ya Think I’m Sexy?"

Like,,, I'm sorry, are we gonna pretend that it's NOT a song he'd fuck to?

ALSO Dark Phoenix Peter! Another song that I think fits his vibe! Alice Cooper, "Poison". Like, it's just... it's got the edge, the sexy bass, the desperation, the... everything.

Hhhh,,,, I need this speedy silver himbo so much,,,, 😔😔😔

(Also the "bunny humping" description made me laugh, ngl...)

ROD STWART?! 100 PERCENT AGREED, ANON! ITS NOT AN OPINION ANYMORE, IT’S DOWNRIGHT THE TRUTH!!!

Alice Cooper is definitely a go-to for bedroom times with quickie, esp ‘You and Me’🧎‍♀️💕💖

Alright, here’s some songs i think would be playing whilst Peter x reader are getting it on:

-Hotel California- Eagles (maybe this is just a fantasy for me but… let’s dwell on it, ‘kay?)

-Kiss from a Rose- Seal (can you imagine singing along to the chorus whilst being drilled against a wall? HOH MAMA)

-Layla- Derek & The Dominos (a given. Someone suggested this before and it’s the nothing but the truth)

-Money For Nothing- Dire Straits (need I give an explanation? maybe a little too groovy for seggsy times with our speedster though…)

-Whole Lotta Love- Led Zeppelin (had to fan myself from the mere thought of this one,, goddamn)

-Stargazer- Rainbow (He’s totes gonna try and fuck you to the beat. And with the tempo of this song? Hoh’ boy, get ready to explain to Charles why you need him to lend you his spare wheelchair for a week)

-Lovin’, Touchin’, Squeezin’ - Journey (i think the name says enough)

-White Wedding - Pt. 1- Billy Idol (This SCREAMS dark phoenix peter)

-Hungry Like the Wolf- Duran Duran (honestly? I might as well add the entire Duran Duran discography to this mixtape. He probably plays this especially when eating you out and makes a lame joke about the song title before devouring you)

-Wham Bam Shang-A-Lang- Silver (you probably both belt this to eachother, maybe even pausing your fooling around just to have a little groove💕💕oh boy does this make my heart flutter)

-(I Just) Died In Your Arms- Cutting Crew (Peter added this thinking he was the romantic of the century. Like “babe, whaddaya mean it’s corny?”)

-Emotion Detector- Rush (thank you Geddy Lee for creating the song of the millennium🧎‍♀️)

-I Want to Know What Love Is- Foreigner (a classic. a staple for love songs in the 80s, dare i miss it out?? Also again, a very dark phoenix peter song)

-Sugar Walls- Sheena Easton (Peter only really added this to get a laugh out of you. He’s insistent on the fact that you taste sweeter than a twinkie..i wonder what walls he’s referring to, hm?)

-Slide It In- Whitesnake (c’mon now, what did you really expect,,, from a goof with the humour of a twelve year-old boy no less?)

-Flesh For Fantasy- Billy Idol (thank you our lord and saviour Billy Idol for the contributions to this mixtape, you never fail us)

Honourable mention:

-Carless Whisper- George Michael (Just like he did with The Cutting Crew, Peter added this under the impression he was the epitome of romantic. The deadpan/unimpressed look you gave him said otherwise. That was the first and last time Peter took seductive song suggestions from Deadpool.. why did he even ask??)

#totes not writing a fic on this (i am) #someone tranqualize me im taking these ideas and running with them #peter maximoff #quicksilver #evan peters #xmen #peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff fluff #peter maximoff smut #xmen peter maximoff #evan peters masterlist #evan peters headcannons #evan peters x reader #evan peters characters #quicksilver smut

[birdstudies]

January 26, 2024 - Olive Whistler (Pachycephala olivacea) Found in southeastern Australia, including Tasmania and several islands in the Bass Strait, these whistlers live in forests, coastal scrub, and heathlands. They eat arthropods and some seeds, leaves, and small fruit, foraging in vegetation and on the ground, picking their prey from leaves and bark. Pairs build cup-shaped nests from twigs, bark, leaves, palm fronds, rootlets, and grass in shrubs, trees, or thick grass. Both parents incubate the clutches of two or three eggs and care for the chicks.

#olive whistler #whistler #pachycephala olivacea #bird #birds #illustration #art #woodland #birblr art

[envysparkler]

Everything was too loud.

Everything was too loud and…spinning somehow, the lights of the club swirling sickeningly around him.  He—he was here with someone—he was supposed to be—everything was too hot and there were people pressing against him and his skin was crawling.

He needed to get out.

He needed to—something blared in the back of his head, shrieking a warning, but he—there was a door.  Outside.  Away from the crush of bodies and the sharp scent of alcohol and the way everything was getting a little fuzzy.

He’d definitely had too much to drink.

He wasn’t—he didn’t even remember—why had he come here?  Something about—spite and sadness twisted up inside of him and—he’d wanted to—to do something—and—

Air.  Sweet, blessed, cool air.

Tim staggered out, letting the door swing shut behind him and muffle the pounding bass of the club.  It was a cold night, and Tim shivered—he was wearing a thin shirt and skinny jeans, not at all dressed for the weather, but the cold was enough to wake him up a bit.

Not enough to help him walk straight, and Tim groaned as he leaned against the brick wall of the alleyway.  He’d only had two drinks, and he already felt like absolute crap.  Fuck.  At least his goal of forgetting this past day and passing out was a success, he was already…losing track…of his surroundings…

Fuck.

Tim tried to push upright, and the alleyway swam around him, the brief jolt of panic failing to clear the fog.  This wasn’t the alcohol.  This was drugs.

But he hadn’t—he’d been careful of his drink, he—he remembered turning away, but only for a second, he didn’t, no one could’ve—he wasn’t—

His head was spinning, and Tim rested his forehead against brick and tried to remember how to breathe.

He should—should call someone.  Tim patted his pockets before remembering that he’d left the phone at home, fed up with Bruce’s paranoia.  No panic button either—not that that would’ve helped, Batman was off-planet and Nightwing was on a mission.

Steph—Steph would help, and Tim curled his hands against the wall as he tried to think.  Steph was—was inside, with the pounding beat and the people and it was too hot inside but he needed to tell Steph he’d been drugged.  He had to.  He had.  He—

That sounded like the whine of a grapple.  But Batman wasn’t supposed to be here.  Was he?

Tim pushed away from the wall, vision swimming as the ground roiled beneath him, and—and that was a red helmet.

Even the drugs couldn’t stop the sudden lance of pure terror.

He didn’t hear the footsteps, but he felt the hand fisted in his collar, and he felt the brick digging into his back as he was pressed against the alley wall.  The mechanized voice was difficult to follow with his head so fuzzy, but fear forced his attention to focus.

“—the fuck are you doing, Replacement, you’re sixteen and you’re fucking drunk in the middle of Gotham, I can’t believe that B didn’t even check for some basic common sense when he went trawling for new sacrifices—”

Tim couldn’t suppress the soft whine as Hood shook him, making the world spin hazily around him again.  The red helmet was now far too close to his head, and he couldn’t do more than blink, shivering, his arms unwilling to raise.

“Are you on drugs?” the distorted voice sounded pissed.

Hood’s rules were clear—no drugs to kids.  Which meant that Tim was in even worse straits than he’d calculated.  “S—sorry,” he stuttered, but he got shaken again, the world tilting around him.

“Sorry?  What the fuck is sorry supposed to mean, you fucking—”

The roar of the club’s music cut him off, and Tim stared blearily at the back door—let it be Steph, please, he wanted Steph, he’d seen what Hood did to the dealers that sold to kids and he didn’t want to be beaten up again, especially not when he could barely even lift his head.

It wasn’t Steph.

It was a group of men, maybe three, maybe four, it was too hazy to make out.  He couldn’t quite hear what they were saying, but they sounded annoyed.

Hood’s hands tightened on his shoulders, and then loosened.

“You called dibs,” the distorted voice said, the crackling evenness somehow worse than the growling rage, and Tim blinked at him, confused, but the red helmet was tilted away from him.  “Dibs on what exactly?”

Something from the hazy figures, and a burst of raucous laughter.  Hood let go—Tim’s legs were jelly and the ground refused to stay in one place and the brick dragged painfully against his back as he slid to the ground.

“Oh, I do know what you mean.  I just wanted to hear you say it.”

That sounded like gunshots, Tim noted distantly, but the world was fading out.

#my snippets #tim&jay etc #drugged #implied noncon #there's only a few things jason hates more than the replacement #unfortunately for these guys they found one of those things

[archivist-crow]

On this day:

October 21, 1978, in Australia, twenty-year-old amateur pilot Frederick Valentich was flying alone in a rented blue-and-white Cessna 182. The sky was calm, and visibility was good as he headed over the Bass Strait to King Island. At 7:06 p.m. he noticed another craft flying at the same altitude as he was and radioed air-traffic control in Melbourne. There was no indication of another plane in the area. During the next six minutes, Valentich reported that the unknown object was flying too fast to identify easily, but he did see four bright lights, a green light, and a metallic exterior. The UFO alternately flew toward him, orbited above him, and vanished. The final words from Valentich were, "It's hovering and it's not an aircraft.” The microphone remained open and silent for seventeen seconds, and then twelve seconds of unexplained metallic scraping was heard before communication was terminated.

At 7:12 a.m. a sea and air search alert was initiated. No sign of Valentich, or his plane, was ever found. The reason for his disappearance remains undetermined.

Text from: Almanac of the Infamous, the Incredible, and the Ignored by Juanita Rose Violini, published by Weiser Books, 2009

#paranormal #on this day #ufos #Frederick Valentich #october

[the-hottest-band-tournament]

Round one

The Sugarcubes

Formed in: 1986

Genres: Post punk, alt rock

Lineup: Bragi Ólafsson – bass

Sigtryggur Baldursson – drums

Þór Eldon – guitar

Björk Guðmundsdóttir – vocals, keyboard (yes, THAT Björk)

Einar Örn Benediktsson – vocals, trumpet

Albums from the 80s:

Life's Too Good [1988]

Here Today, Tomorrow Next Week! [1989]

Propaganda: 

Dire Straits

Formed in: 1977

Genres: Pub rock, blues rock, prog rock

Lineup: Mark Knopfler – guitar, vocals

Alan Clark – keyboards

John Illsley – bass guitar, backing vocals

Hal Lindes – guitar, backing vocals

Terry Williams – drums

Albums from the 80s:

Making Movies [1980]

Love over Gold [1982]

ExtendeDancEPlay (EP) [1983]

Alchemy: Dire Straits Live [1984]

Brothers in Arms [1985]

Money for Nothing [1988]

Propaganda: 

#Round 1 #The sugarcubes #Dire straits #Mark Knopfler #Alan Clark #John Illsley #Hal Lindes #Terry Williams #Bragi Ólafsson #Sigtryggur Baldursson #Þór Eldon #Björk Guðmundsdóttir #Einar Örn Benediktsson #the hottest 80s band tournament #the hottest 80s band tourney

[huariqueje]

Bass Strait Yarbuk    -   Rick Amor , 2022.

Australian, b. 1948  -

oil on board, 15 x 23 cm.

#Rick Amor #australian artist #island landscape

[herbs-and-poultices]

Once in a while I get the terrible urge to share that my taste in music is even weirder than my taste in fiction. (What's a random American gal with no English/Scottish/Irish heritage doing listening mostly to songs like these? Blame my parents for raising me on murder ballads and ceilidh tunes.) So here is:

A Vaguely Whumptober-Themed Anthology of Folk Songs from the British Isles / Transatlantic Tradition: Part 1

1) "But now this room is spinning while I'm just trying to fill in all the gaps" / Swooning: Plains of Waterloo

Listen to my favorite recordings here: X X

How to make sure your girl still loves you, according to folklore: tell her you're dead and see if she faints

2) "I'll call out your name, but you won't call back" / Delirium: Battle of Waterloo

Listen to my favorite recording here: X

Jeannie, oh Jeannie, I am surely done Stricken doon in battle at the mooth o' Boney's guns Jeannie, oh Jeannie, aye sae dear tae me Let me hold you in my mind afore I dee

3) "Like crying out in empty rooms, with no one there except the moon": Anderson's Coast

Listen to my favorite recording here: X

A tale of tragedy upon tragedy during the Transportations

We stole a vessel and all her gear And where are you, my Annie? And from Van Dieman's we north did steer 'Till Bass Strait's wild waves wrecked us here Oh Annie dear, don't wait for meI fear I shall not return to theeThere's not to do but endure my fate, And watch the moon, the lonely moon, light the breakers on wild Bass Strait

4) "I see the danger, it's written there": Sir Patrick Spens

Listen to my favorite recording here: X

A shipwreck song

The king he wrote a broad letter and he sealed it with his hand And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens, walking out on the strand: "To Norway, to Norway, to Norway o'er the foam With all my lords and finery, to bring my new bride home" The first line that Sir Patrick read, he gave a weary sigh The next line that Sir Patrick read, the salt tear blinds his eye Oh who is it, oh who is it, who told the king of me To set us out this time of year to sail across the sea...

5) "You better hope I don't get up this time" : El Fusilado

Listen to my favorite recording here: X

Stretching the music genre and the prompt a bit here, but this is a great cover by a band that does a lot of traditional folk, and I feel like surviving a firing squad is 1) folk-song worthy and 2) enough to make anyone think twice about messing with you

6) "Do or die, you'll never make me, because the world will never take my heart": Tam Lin

Listen to my favorite recording here: X

One of the better-known English ballads. The intrepid heroine goes someplace she shouldn't, meets an elfin knight, falls in love with him, learns that he his a changeling held captive by the fae, and braves the wrath of the Faerie Queen to save her love from becoming the faeries' Halloween sacrifice

7) "Can you hear me?": Springhill Mining Disaster

Listen to my favorite recordings here: X X (cw: real event still within living memory)

Listen for the shouts of the dark-faced miners Listen through the rubble for the rescue teams Three hundred tons of coal and slag Hope imprisoned in a three-foot seam

8) "I have a soul, but I'm not a soldier" / All for nothing: Green Fields of France

Listen to my favorite recordings here: X X

Well the sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the pain The killing and dying, were all done in vain For, young Willie McBride, it's all happened again And again, and again, and again, and again

9) Mistaken Identity: Bonnie Banks of Fordie

Listen to my favorite recording here: X (cw: suicide mentioned)

An old ballad that gets darker the more you think about it

Gae tell tae me your brither's name My brither's name it's Babylon... Oh sister, what hae I done tae thee Hae I done this dreadful thing tae thee...

10) Stranded: The Golden Vanity

Listen to my favorite recording here: X

A tale of a tragic hero and a cruel ship's captain

Quickly he swam back, to the cheering of the crew But the captain did not heed him, for his promise he did rue And he scorned his poor entreatings when loudly he did sue And he left him in the Lowland Sea

11) No One Will Find You: Twa Corbies

Listen to my favorite recordings here: X X

There's mony a ane for him maks mane But nane sall ken whaur he is gane O'er his white banes when they are bare The wind sall blaw forevermair

12) "I haven't slept in days, but who's counting?" / I'm up, I'm up: Off to Sea Once More

Listen to my favorite recordings here: X X

Whaling was not a fun time

Some times we're catching whales, me lads, some times we're catching none With a twenty-foot oar stuck in your paw, from four o'clock in the morn And as the shades of night roll on and you rest on your weary oar, It was then that I wished that I was dead and could go to sea no more

13) "I don't feel so good": Lord Randall

Listen to my favorite recordings here: X X X

One of the better-known English ballads. A tale of deadly betrayal: A young man returning home at the end of the day thinks he just inordinately tired. A more careful accounting of the day's events reveals the terrible truth. Versions vary as to who did the deed, but the young lord's fate is always the same.

14) Just Hold On: Skye Boat Song

Listen to my favorite recordings here: X X

Some of you may recognize the tune. The traditional lyrics memorialize the aftermath of the Jacobite defeat at Culloden

Burned are their homes, exile and death scatter the loyal men Yet ere the sword cool in the sheath, Charlie will come again

15) Makeshift Bandages: Twa Brithers

Listen to my favorite recording here: X

Now you'll take off your white Holland shirt An' teer it frae gore* tae gore An' you will bind my deadly wounds That they might bleed no more So he's ta'en off his white Holland shirt An' he's torn it frae gore tae gore An' though he's bound his deadly wounds Ah, they bled ten times more *seam

#whump playlist #about me