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@patrickbaeddman / patrickbaeddman.tumblr.com

i like to dissect girls; did you know i’m utterly insane?
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baeddel

please translate ‘patrick baeddman’ into oe for me. i imagine theres an equivalent of the name ‘patrick’ and then like, baeddel as it applies to a man, a baeddel man. please. i need this

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someday ill start charging for these!

your name is more or less already in Old English. -man indicates an Anglo-Saxon name; man (mann was more common) just means 'person' and as a suffix it tended to indicate someone's profession, eg. a līðmann was a sailor. a bædmann would be a professional badling, or a professional defiler. it would also be precisely the word 'badman'

there doesn't seem to be an Old English equivalent of Patrick. the Secgan, an Old English list of resting places of Saints, uses Patrick's indigenous name, Patricius. Patrick was a 5th century Briton who likely experienced Roman reign in England, and most Romano-Britons of note seem to have had Latinate names. Patrick wrote in Latin and his writing survives. when the Saxons invaded they slaughtered and enslaved the Britons; intermarriage between the Englisc and 'Welsh' (as they called them) was forbidden. but the ruling class would soon convert to the Romano-Briton religion, the literati would learn their script, and so on, while for some centuries the common people remained pagan and spoke OE. in many respects the slaves had more in common with the aristocracy than they did churls. Englisc Christians venerated Briton saints and read their writing; Gildas was especially related. Balthild of Chelles, an Anglo-Saxon Christian sold into slavery in the 7th century who became a Merovingian Queen (and was not even the first Merovingian slave queen) made the enslavement of Christians unlawful, but it would continue in England until the Norman Conquest.

anyway, your Angelcynning name is Patricius Bædmann.

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you may refer to me as patricius the badling, patricius the defiler

or just the defiler

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[video ID: a man in a forest beside a stream, wearing aviator sunglasses, a red scarf, a pale shirt, and dark pants. Title in upper right corner reads "Self-help Singh Alternative Life Coach." Music plays softly in the background for ambience. He speaks in accented English and there are English captions along the bottom: "Do nothing. Do. Nothing. Your job not care about you. Your boss not care about you. Nobody giving a fuck. Tomorrow you are getting hit by bus and dying, your job forgetting you and putting someone else to do for your job. Do nothing at every possible moment, but if you have to do something, do absolute minimum but it is most preferable to do fuckall. Sleep in. Take as many sick days as legally possible, give no fucks. There is no greater purpose, no greater meaning, nothing to be rushing for. We will all soon be dead so just fucking chill. When you learn to do nothing, then you'll find the real purpose of life. Do nothing." /End ID.]

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linemonty

need the ppl seething in my inbox to understand that the average tme person making their trans gf top when they know it makes her dysphoric is doing infinitely more to uphold rape culture than İ ever could on this blog

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To be objective is to treat others as you treat an object, a corpse—to behave with them like an undertaker.

De l’inconvénient d’être né (trans. richard howard)

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pretty fucked up of my galois theory homework to require transvestigation

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how many pages will be devoted to the greatness of Rome! And how many pages to the technological ingenuity of Rome’s war engines! Why not praise death itself? Death is an even greater killer than Rome. Is it the ornamented Greek palaces and monuments in the capital that make the brutality so reputable? If so, then to win such praise, Death need only hire Greek artists.

Against His-story Against Leviathan

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went to a show for the first time since neutral milk hotel in 2014. so it's literally been 10 years, not counting places where bands were playing in the background or that i was dragged to and didn't care about or like, raves. it was very interesting, i learned a lot. some observations

  1. it's not that loud. my speakers at home can almost get that loud. i was right next to the speakers, too. i was also right next to some girls. the girls were way louder than the bands. girls can scream really loud, huh? so powerful.
  2. it's a losing game to try to dance to shoegaze, but, other people clearly don't care about the drums as much as i do. they literally don't dance to the drums. i thought that's what sort of set the pace and style of dancing
  3. i guess, unless it's very interesting in some other way, i need music to be kinda fast to enjoy it live. this was like normal alternative rock music and i was trying to dance and the fact that literally nothing happens musically was really messing me up. it's interesting that most normal alt rock sort of pauses the music part to allow us to hear someone singing lyrics written in the 1,000 most common english words. i don't usually listen to this sort of thing so it was sort of extraordinary to hear it.
  4. girls love music. there were like a million hot girls there and it wasn't even like a girly band, i was under the impression it was an internet band for internet boys. and they weren't just with their boyfriends, they were with other girls. or alone. or lesbians. inspiring
  5. kids love music. there were a bunch of teenagers there, i'm pretty sure. two people behind me looked like, 14. they acted 14 also. they seemed confused and were constantly asking each other about why things were the way they were. 'why are there people like, right up front...' one said weakly. i almost answered some of their questions, but i decided to just keep listening in
  6. you have to go early if you want merch or to be in the pit or to see the band. i basically knew this but it's good to confirm. also how you open up a pit at this kind of show is a mystery to me but if i was in there i definitely would have moshed

i mostly focused on spying on other people, not the bands. one group of girls next to me were so excited for these middle aged rock men, it sort of filled me with awe. they were screaming and everything. for normal alt rock men. i think that's beautiful. another pair of friends were talking about being autistic and how they were bored and should have brought stim toys. hot girls. hot girls were talking like this. i may need to go out more often

i did try flirting with some girls by getting in the merch line and then offering them my spot since i didn't want merch. i was going to do this to the hottest girls that walked past, but then i realized i would defintiely have to tap them on the shoulder to get their attention, so i decided to give it to the hottest trans girls that walked past, so as not to cause an international incident. indeed, the pair of trans girls i picked needed to be shoulder tapped to get them to talk to me, and they did not seem happy about it. i think they didn't realize i was trans, i must have just looked like a creepy gynecomastia band guy. i did wear a band t-shirt and cargo pants and boots. the type of girls i want to flirt with and hang out with would be nice to creepy guys, anyway, though, so i chose wrong. nevertheless, i told them they were beautiful, which was true, and left to go up to the stage.

something extraordinary happened towards the end of the show. everyone was filming with their phones, and as you know, the most notable things tend to happen at the end of shows. like, songs everyone's excited about, or whatever. the finale. so, when the band began playing a certain song, everyone got out their phones, held them up high, and began filming. of course, i was surrounded entirely by women. who all simultaneously lifted their arms... perfume and deodorant can't cover up all body odor after one has been dancing (or, at least, standing sweatily) for more than an hour. i smelled something incredible. it might have been all worth it for this.

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