#bachchaconne

[deborahdeshoftim5779]

Julia Fischer set up a virtual performance of Bach’s marvellous Chaconne from the Partita for Solo Violin in D Minor. Alongside her are some familiar big names, such as Augustin Hadelich (video from his channel), Lisa Batiashvili, Nicola Benedetti, and James Ehnes. However, each violinist brings something new to the piece. I particularly appreciated the articulation of Bach’s phrases here, which seem to flow like a spring. 

Hearing so many violinists perform the Chaconne, widely considered to be one of the pinnacles of violin literature underscored the sheer miracle of this piece. I often do not have words to describe how this Chaconne affects me, but I can at least describe the confluence between impeccable architecture (4 notes, 64 bars) and breathtaking beauty. No doubt Bach’s Chaconne is a musical journey between sorrow to heights of joy, and back to sorrow again. Other than that, I have nothing else to say: go listen! 

[thestuckylibrary]

Steve in fics is usually very modern and with the times, but he is from the 40s after all - do you know any fics where he actually has quite old fashioned opinions? (About women, gays, whatever)

you should try AO3′s Steve Rogers and the 21st Century and Internalized Homophobia tag. 

[makingloveinvskitchen]

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[spockoandjimjim]

That ask about Spock being Jewish was unbelievably polite (unnecessarily so), there was no reason to be rude. That person was asking a genuine question about your opinion, and you took offense. You're always complaining about people 'erasing' characters you've deemed to be Jewish, but when you have an opportunity to bring someone round to your point of view you get angry at them. I don't understand this.

I’m not a jewish encyclopedia and I am not required to educate people. I have dozens of similar asks in my inbox and I’ve repeatedly told people that. So I tagged a blog that specifically deals with Judaism and fandoms. Forgive me if my tone wasn’t to your liking

[teambisexual]

You know I actually agree with that other anon about NB identities. I'm studying neuroscience in college and it just wouldn't make sense for them to exist. But I really don't want to hurt anyone's feelings and I don't know why people automatically assume I don't respect them because I have different views. I feel like I have to censor myself on tumblr because people seem to think I'm personally victimising them or something when really all I'm doing is having an opinion.

it can be very hurtful to hear that people don’t believe your identity exists. a lot of lgbt+ people deal with this situation, generally. but your opinion is yours. no one can force you to change it (which is what i was getting at with the other anon, too), although not everyone will agree with it, obviously. i respect the studies you are doing, but it could be that science doesn’t know everything yet. i personally believe that nb people exist. and they are great.

thank you for at least respecting other people, though. that’s more than can be said for a lot of people on the internet.

[hurt-spock]

FanFic: Beast

I’ll add a link for A03 in a bit. For now, here’s the first of my ficlets.  I very possibly need a bit more to this story. 

Summary: Spock is attacked on a planet Notes: This is for @bachchaconne. Much love. :) Warnings: Non-con

He could call out.

Ensign Anderson was close by. The trees and undergrowth were thick and the wildlife within was teaming with life. The noises of the forest had been enchanting. But he still recognised that if he yelled, he would hear him above the sounds of nature.

The Ensign was a young, mostly inexperienced crewman who had been on two landing party missions so far. The first had involved said landing party brining back a slightly toxic specimen as Anderson had misread the decimal point for safety. The second time he had caused offence to the native people and it had taken some work to convince them that they were there out of respect and to learn about their people.

Spock had been certain that this assignment would be much better for him.

Previous reports and exploration had found no hostile natives, no dangerous specimens in this area, just a lot of interesting and safe species to collect data on.

He wondered if it had been one of the other members of the Science crew here if he'd have already called out for assistance.

Yet he doubted he would. He would be putting that crew members life in jeopardy and that was unacceptable.

The humanoid males had surrounded him, four of them who stayed in crouched positions as they watched him with dark eyes, long hair obscuring most of their features. They were smaller than most human males, from what Spock could observe, and they worse no clothing. The planets atmosphere was warm with two suns present, one a little further than Earth's own and one further out. It kept the planet in a constantly warm state with long hours of daylight.

They told him in their native tongue that they had been watching them since their arrival. Spock was their leader.

Two of them moved in on him with incredible speed and he did not fight them off, allowing them to go through with whatever ritual they had. They pulled at his arms until he fell to his knees and then a third, strong and powerful for such small humanoids, was grabbing his legs and the first two pulled him down by the shoulders.

His lack of fight to start with, he realised, had been a mistake and even with as much effort as he could manage, he could not move them.

The fourth of the group lowered itself down beside him and pulled at his trousers. It clearly didn't understand the concept of clothing and merely pulled on the fabric with rough hands until the fabric ripped beneath it's almost claw like hands.

He could feel the air, cool to his own temperature preferences, against the exposed flesh of his stomach. Then he heard the sounds of ripping as they continued to remove his clothing. They stopped when they exposed his genitalia, they seemed confused for a moment, before they quickly flipped him over and continued with the removal of his clothing. He felt his underwear being shoved down, exposing him.

He kept his head to the side, the smell of soil rich as he breathed it in as he gasped for breaths. Terror clung to his heart but he forced himself to breath calm, deep breaths.

Panicking would not help the situation.

The ones holding him down gripped tighter and he couldn't help but tense himself at the inevitable. The pain was almost enough to make him call out. He wanted to crawl away from it, but he couldn't move an inch, they held him so tightly.

The male made small, animal like grunts as it thrust forcefully. Spock could hear his own grunts of pain in his throat and forced himself to stop, concentrated on anything but the pain, took his mind away from what was happening to him and thought about the situation logically. It was nothing more than a show of dominance. An animal like urge to show who was stronger when threatened.

He kept his mind away from what was happening, let himself be washed over with a numbness, like mind and body were apart from one another. He could feel his body moving with the thrusts but he could not feel the pain of it.

He could taste the soil, he realised dimly. The earthiness as his mouth opened to draw in shallow breaths, everything felt far away and distant. He wasn't sure if it was some sort of shock from the attack or trying to keep his mind off of his own pain, but he was alarmed by his minds own slowness. He felt sharp pain in one arm as sharp nails bit into his flesh. Confusion from one of the humanoids as green blood trickled from the slight wound on his arm and the hot mouth as the same one that inflicted the wound tasted the blood. It scowled at the taste and wiped its mouth messily, green blood smearing across it's face.

Spock wondered how much longer it would last. It seemed like he had been enduring this for hours, though he knew it was minutes. The humanoid impaling him made frustrated thumps on his back with its fists. Spock felt hollow as he felt the bruising fists vibrate through his body. He pounded on him again before he shifted his position slightly and continued the abuse.

It finally came to an end as he felt the hot fluid spurt out inside of him. He had a brief flash of fear as he wondered if they had actually finished with him, but once he had finished and pulled out he stood and Spock's arms and legs were released. The others stood and they silently crept back into the undergrowth.

He couldn't move at first. But then his logical mind kicked back in and he knew he needed too. He pulled himself off the ground and crawled over to a tree and sat with his back against the bark. He pulled his clothing to cover himself the best he could. He was decent though he would be unable to move without risk of exposure however for the moment, he did not care.

He needed to sit and piece himself back together. He needed to be logical, he needed to suppress his emotions and he needed time to be able to achieve it.

“Commander?” Came the shaky voice of Ensign Anderson.

Spock knew without a doubt that the Ensign knew what had happened here, and judging by the look on his face, he witnessed some of it. “Ensign,” Spock acknowledged because he didn't know what else he could say right then.

He crept a little closer, kept low and quiet, cautious and alert. Spock noted he still had his sample case with him and he moved over to where Spock's had fallen to the ground. He filled Spock's case with samples and removed his communicator.

“This is Ensign Anderson, requesting one to beam up from my location.”

“Received Ensign. Standby.”

Anderson closed the communicator. “I'll be right back. Don't move.”

And with that, he was gone. Alone, and grimly aware of the fact after having the comfort of a fellow crew member briefly, Spock pulled out his phaser and set it to heavy stun.

~

Anderson headed quickly to the science lab, thrusting the case into one of the others working there. “Orders of Commander Spock, can you record and file these for him.”

Ensign Jones looked somewhat confused that Anderson had been picked to do a task for Commander Spock, but thought nothing else of it. They all knew that Spock believed they all had potential for greatness.

Sighing, Jones got to work.

Anderson picked up a new empty case and removed the compartments for the samples. He then retrieved some standard pants, checking the computer for Commander Spock's size, and stuffed them in the case. He let out a nervous breath before heading to sickbay.

It was busy enough in there. Not with patients, though there were a few, but general work being completed by the staff. He sought out the CMO and headed over, intercepted by a nurse before he got more than a few paces.

“Excuse me, can I help you?” she asked politely.

“I need to speak to the Doctor.”

She glanced to where he was looking and smiled sympathetically. “I understand. I can get you a male nurse to ease your discomfort,” she suggested helpfully. He scowled at her and brushed her aside.

“I need Doctor McCoy.” he insisted, raising his voice to get the man's attention.

The Nurse blushed as all eyes were on them. “I'm sorry Doctor,” she said as he came over to them.

“It's fine, I'll handle this,” he said, his face serious. The nurse departed and he turned to the Ensign. “What's the problem?” he asked, his eyes running over the young man looking for injuries.

“I need your help, Doctor.” He said seriously.

“What's wrong?” McCoy's tone was a little impatient.

Anderson started to walk out of Sickbay and indicated the Doctor follow him. He sighed but followed him anyway. Once outside, he didn't stop walking, but he stayed close to McCoy, speaking quietly even though the halls were mostly empty.

“It's Commander Spock. He needs your assistance down on the planet.”

“He's hurt?” McCoy noticed weariness in Anderson's body language.

“Yes.”

“Did he send you to get me?” McCoy asks.

“No, Sir. But he needs you.”

McCoy didn't ask anything else, just followed the Ensign's lead.

~

Spock was aware that he was shaking. He couldn't stop himself, no matter what he tried.

He could feel the dampness from the leaked fluids below him and he wanted to move, to sit somewhere else, but it seemed such a waste of energy, so he stayed where he was. He closed his eyes, he was certain it was just for a moment, but he jolted when eh heard the sound of the transporter, indicating Anderson's return. He felt reassured by his return, although he realised he was going to have to come up with a plan to get back to the ship at some point.

It took him a moment to register two bodies that had beamed back. His confusion was clearly evident.

“It's McCoy,” The Doctor said, wasting no time in getting the tricorder out. Anderson stayed a few steps away, keeping a look out. “Kid, where's the rest of the landing party?”

“They were off checking out a clearing near some water.”

“I think we should get them back to the ship.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“They will want to know why,” Spock said.

“It's covered, don't worry,” McCoy assured him.

Anderson watched as McCoy waved a piece of equipment over Spock's lower abdomen. He let out a quick breath before taking his communicator out again. “This is Ensign Anderson. Myself and Commander Spock have discovered an injured animal of the planet with a sizeable wound. Commander Spock has called Dr McCoy down for samples and to get a look at the animal before we beam up. The rest of the landing part is to beam up on his command.”

“Received,” came the calls back “Ready to beam up, Sir.”

McCoy took out his own communicator and held it open for Spock “Energise.” he said, managing to sound close enough to normal.

McCoy snapped it shut before taking out some hypos. “Okay, this will get you past the pain, so you can walk back to your quarters with me and this will give you a boost of energy so you don't collapse on the way there.”

“All very well, Doctor, but my attire is going to be harder to explain.”

“No,” Anderson interrupted. “Um, sorry Sir, I took the liberty of dealing with that already.” He opened the case and removed the pants.

“Good job, kid,” McCoy said. He turned back to Spock. “We'll give that a few minutes to work and then we'll beam up.”

After a few minutes, Spock opened his eyes. “We should go now,” he said.

McCoy nodded. “This is McCoy, Three to beam up.”

“Aye. Stand by.”

Within seconds they were back on the ship.

“Anderson, could you take these to the science labs, Spock, I want to hear more about your theories on the possible colonisation of that planet...” McCoy was saying, the whole time they walked through sickbay, not giving anyone a chance to speak to them.

Despite the Doctor's order to go to the science labs, Anderson followed behind them anyway, feeling strangely protective over his Commander. He got to the door before of Spock's quarters before he realised he should stop.

Spock wandered inside, but McCoy noticed the boy stop.

“Spock, I'll be in in a minute, okay. Don't do anything.”

Spock nodded as the door closed between them. McCoy turned to Anderson. “I got to take care of him properly now, okay?”

Anderson nodded. Stupidly, he felt tears prick his eyes, as though all that had happened had only just hit him. Adrenaline was wearing off and what had actually happened became all too real. He felt his lip wobble and felt an idiot for being so weak in front of the CMO.

“Everything you did- that was the right thing to do. Okay? Don't doubt that.”

“It wasn't though.” He said. His voice cracking. “I saw what they did. I got there and saw what they were doing to him and I didn't... I didn't try and stop them.”

McCoy looked sympathetically at him, which Anderson hadn't expected. He expected anger, rage at his confession. McCoy let out a sigh. “Look, they over powered him and let me tell you, a Vulcan is a hell of a lot stronger than a human. So if they over powered him you bet your ass they'd have beat the hell out of you too.” He let out another sigh. “I have to go and take care of him right now okay, but when I'm done, I'm coming to find you and I need you to tell me what happened, okay? So go to your quarters and wait for me.”

He swiped away the tears that had streaked down his face, sniffed and nodded his head, and in second he was gone.

McCoy turned and entered the room. Inside, Spock was stood stock still, doing nothing. “Spock?” he said gently. He took out another hypo and shot it into Spock's neck. It took seconds for the drug to take affect and Spock was slumped in his arms. He managed to get him to his bed and lay him down.

He turned the temperature in the room up, to make sure Spock would be comfortable.

What the hell should he do now?

[deborahdeshoftim5779]

Fans of Johann Sebastian Bach (1685- 1750) will have at some point encountered his monumental Chaconne from the D Minor Partita for solo violin. The first time I heard it, I was lying in bed and missed most of it. From the little I heard, the chord progressions were much like Bach’s other work, and so I ascribed nothing to it. Only after hearing Hilary Hahn play the work in full was I hit by the entire force of this piece, and have revered it ever since. This article provides a rich story behind Bach’s Chaconne from the perspectives of Brahms and contemporary critics. Well worth reading. 

[anotherwellkeptsecret]

"I know what you could become. I know who you really love." If this isn't what we've been waiting for I don't know what is. Pretty satisfying episode in my estimation.

All I’ve ever wanted was for John and Sherlock to be together at 221B in the end and I finally have a version that did it! I’m so happy. I’m so so happy! God, now I’m itching to rewatch Granada because I’m longing for the original stories again. God, they’re so good. I love that Sherlock is another version in my huge collection of stories about these two characters I love so much. I can’t wait to add more, too. I can’t wait to explore my own version! 

[anotherwellkeptsecret]

Certain people are so sure that this leaked episode is fake that they are posting spoilers from it without tagging it as 'spoilers'. I personally think this is pretty cruel because they can't be sure it's fake, and I just can't see the writers going to so much trouble as to write a whole extra episode that the majority of people won't watch just to trick people for a few hours. I'm having to unfollow people, I'm finishing out how inconsiderate some of them are. Thanks again for being cool.

I’m sorry you’ve been spoiled by accident. I personally don’t think there’s a fake episode. That’s too much wasted time and money and effort. If people end up not liking the episode, that’s fine. I’ll probably have to unfollow people, myself. Because while it’s absolutely perfectly fine to be angry or sad or whatever else on your own blog, I won’t be able to handle seeing the negativity. 

I guess I should rephrase. I can handle it. But why should I? Tumblr’s my escape, I don’t have to handle anything here. So I’m going to continue doing my thing no matter what happens, but I’m going to have a good time and enjoy myself. I’m not going to spend all day working and then come home and spend the rest of it depressed while I create art. 

So! Remember that your dash is up to you. Create the environment you want to see. I’ll be making happy regardless. If you want happy, too, I’m here. 

[deborahdeshoftim5779]

Rudolf Lutz’s magnificent performance of Bach’s Chaconne (D Minor Partita, Solo Violin) on the organ. Lutz is the director of the Bach-Stiftung ensemble, who perform Bach Cantatas on a monthly basis, accompanied by brilliant workshops of each piece. Lutz often demonstrates his skill on the keyboard during these workshops and other interviews.