Flaco Picasso

The worst part about learning how to compose is writing ice cream truck music

@CHELELAMBULANT And they wonder why they’re borderline schizo lma

performative woman final boss

⁦@_Yuka_Kitamura_⁩ thank you for what you do spotify.com/wrapped-share/…

The spiritual awakening nobody talks about is the one where you realize God has been orchestrating black swan events in your life specifically to destroy every false thing you built your identity on, and what you thought was bad luck was actually precision demolition. The reason it had to be unpredictable is because if you saw it coming you would have braced for it

@kohakudoori You will never be mexican

@morganoftheleaf Jump start series had me feeling like Einstein compared to my classmates

y’all wouldn’t last a day in the streets that made me. #EducationalGames

@zebulgar Data centers in space sounds cooler

ok if someone pitches me datacenters in space one more time im gonna ask them why there arent datacenters in antartica or underwater first which both seem easier and better than space... and yet...

jeez i sure would hate for a beautiful chinese spy to wage "sex warfare" against me for my production secrets. my production secrets are super important i would hate for this to happen

It’s beautiful

@PunishedAsian @Tysenberg This is literally The Epic of Gilgamesh

@Tysenberg Women just dont understand the amount of hate straight men get on the internet for merely existing

“So you admit that you’re addicted to pornography.” “No. Of that I’m innocent. I’m guilty of a far more monstrous crime. I’m guilty of being a heterosexual man.” “You’re not on trial for being a heterosexual man.” “Oh, yes I am. I’ve been on trial for that my entire life.”

@CBM_Cringe @FineNDanDee It all start with “we live in a society” mann.

@FineNDanDee E had a certain surrealist attribute that 67 doesn't have

In hindsight, I can't fault kids thinking 67 is funny, we memed the letter E for like a solid couple months at one point

@Agelvik Sick sound design

thank you everyone for playing the demo, your feedback have been awesome!!

I sold my soul to the military industrial complex

Been DJing for 2 days and its already helped me a ton in being a better producer. I had no idea how to put phrases together and build a song of a loop until now.

Music for dogs but all the melodies are above 20khz

It’s crazy how much my ears have developed over the last few weeks my sound selection and mixing has increased tremendously

@itslngstryshrt Learned this thanks to bthelick on YouTube. I learned the industry way of mixing and mastering and I always hated how relatively weak it made my tracks sound but once I figured this out it changed everything

everyone's talking about red lining Ableton here's a deep dive debunking it

@missionwind2374 @SuperMarioOOC85 “Im sure there’s two sides to this.”

@SuperMarioOOC85 Donkey Kong Hears Domestic Violence In The Downstairs Kitchen and Doesn't Call 911

Damn, RIP to the Pope

@TheCoachMak @Heminator Basically describes every artist since the romantic era. Been a slow decline ever since.

Alright, let’s make the case that Robin Williams’ character, John Keating, in Dead Poets Society isn’t the inspiring hero everyone paints him as, but rather a villain whose reckless idealism wreaks havoc on the lives of his students. Buckle up—this is going to be a contrarian ride. First off, Keating’s whole “carpe diem” philosophy sounds noble, but it’s dangerously irresponsible when you’re dealing with impressionable teenagers. He swoops into Welton Academy, a rigid prep school, and starts preaching nonconformity and passion without giving these kids any practical tools to navigate the consequences. Take Neil Perry, the tragic heart of the story. Keating encourages him to defy his authoritarian father and pursue acting, but he doesn’t prepare Neil for the fallout. When Neil’s dad shuts it all down, Neil’s left with no coping mechanism—Keating’s romantic “seize the day” mantra doesn’t account for real-world limits. Neil kills himself, and while Keating isn’t pulling the trigger, his unchecked idealism plants the seed for that despair. A true mentor would’ve taught resilience, not just rebellion. Then there’s the way Keating undermines the system without offering a viable alternative. He mocks Welton’s focus on discipline and tradition, tearing pages out of textbooks and staging his little classroom stunts. Sure, it’s charismatic, but it’s also selfish—he’s more interested in being the cool, subversive teacher than actually helping his students succeed in the world they’re stuck in. He’s not wrong that Welton’s soul-crushing, but he’s got no plan beyond “follow your dreams.” For kids like Todd Anderson, who’s already paralyzed by insecurity, Keating’s push to “find your voice” just piles on pressure without real guidance. Todd’s left floundering, and Keating doesn’t stick around to pick up the pieces. And let’s talk about the Dead Poets Society itself—the secret club Keating inspires. It’s all poetry and passion until it spirals into chaos. Charlie Dalton takes Keating’s lessons to heart, pulls that dumb “phone call from God” prank, and gets expelled. Keating’s influence turns a group of bright kids into reckless rule-breakers, and he never takes accountability. When the school cracks down after Neil’s death, Keating’s shocked—shocked!—that his actions have consequences. He’s framed as a martyr when he’s fired, but really, he’s just a catalyst who lit the match and walked away. The kicker? Keating’s a hypocrite. He’s a Welton alum himself, so he knows the stakes—the pressure, the expectations, the lack of wiggle room. Yet he acts like these kids can just shrug off their families and society because he says so. He’s not empowering them; he’s setting them up to fail, all so he can feel like a revolutionary. By the end, Neil’s dead, Charlie’s expelled, and the rest are just picking up the pieces—while Keating gets his tearful “O Captain! My Captain!” send-off. Villainy doesn’t need a twirling mustache; it can come wrapped in charm and good intentions that leave destruction in their wake. So yeah, John Keating’s the villain here—not because he’s evil, but because his reckless, self-aggrandizing idealism costs more than it gives. Fight me.

Most insidious villain in movie history, right here.