#ATSV Playlist

[felinecryptid]

Pls drop the chaipunk playlist 👀

the playlist by demand of lovely anon and beloved moot @weirdo09

if anyone knows who the artist is of the playlist cover pls tell me, i wanna credit them but im having a terrible time finding em

Update: the artist is kmoriorz on twitter. i know this by the courtesy of @trashyjester here in comments, thanks ✨✨

[multifairyus]

Punkflower Playlist Title Workshopping 🎧✨

Phase 2 of my playlist making process has begun, sorting into bins. Things will really pick up since I have a sense of the timeline now.

I’ve yet to figure out a name for Act III and if I wanna do an Act IV yet. But, here’s Act I

“Swinging 5 Feet Apart” and “Just Spiders Being Men” are under consideration to make it a lil more unique—feel like the later will be more easily understood?

I anticipate this playlist being where the musical genres are the most varied, since it has quite a bit of ground narrative to cover (initial meeting, the Spider Society betrayal, Gwen, sharing fears and traumas and comforting each other).

Act II is where all plausible deniability is completely dropped and OH do Iove it.

Tbh I’m pretty satisfied with this title. Making it singular like the reference wouldn’t be accurate since they’re mutually down bad for the other…speaking of which.

Why has nobody talked about the Sunflower Remix in regards to Punkflower?? The translation, the beat? The narrative setup and payoff when the playlist finally gets to the original Sunflower, what then?

Kthxbai

💖 Fairy

[starandcloud]

42!Miles playlist for/about you

Cupid's chokehold - Gym Class Heroes

Sucker for pain - Imagine Dragons

Heartbeat - Childish Gamibino

Livin' La Vida Loca - Ricky Martin

Mockingbird - Eminem

Let You Down - NF

Stereo Hearts - Gym Class Heroes, Adam Levine

I'm yours - Isabel LaRosa

El Amor De Mi Vida - Ricky Martin

In The Name of Love - Martin Garrix

Can't Hold us - Mackle More & Ryan Lewis

Where Them Girls At - David Guetta, Flo Rida, Nicki Minaj

Tu - Shakira

Psycho - Post Malone, Ty Dolla $ign

Cooler Than Me - Mike Posner, Gigamesh

Circles - Post Malone

Fairytale - Alexander Rybak

Into You - Ariana Grande

Nada Valgo Sin Tu Amor - Juanes

Cool For The Summer - Demi Lovato

Novia - Jake Daniels

Sure Thing - Miguel

Te Amare - Miguel Bosé

Entra En Mi Vida - Sin Bandera

Eso Y Mas - Joan Sebastian

Mi Razon De Ser - Banda MS

Ojos Color Sol - Calle 13 and Silvio Rodriguez

Punk Rock Princess - something Cororparate

Fuck about it - Waterparks, Blackbear

I Just Wanna Run - The Downtown Fiction

10:35 - Tiesto, Tate McRae

Safe And Sound - Capital Cities

Middle Of The night - Elley Duhe

She Doesn't Mind - Sean Paul

A Match into Water - Pierce The Viel

Roses and Gold Acoustic - Bryce Savage

Roses and Gold - Bryce Savage

I Wouldn't Mind - He is We

Here's to Never Growing Up - Avril Lavigne

XOXO - 6arelyhuman

Maps - Maroon 5

Infinity - Jaymes Young

Daddy Issues - The Neighbourhood

Trouble Maker - Olly Murs, Flo Rida

Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood

Paris - The Chainsmokers

SNAP - Rose Linn

You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift

Love Story - Taylor Swift

Anti-Hero - Taylor Swift

Blank Space - Taylor Swift

S.L.UT. - Bea Miller

My Oh My - Camila Cabello, DaBaby

Shameless - Camila Cabello

Butterflies - Zendaya

Ghost 2 U - Magnolia Park, FRED, Joshua Roberts

Addison Rae - Magnolia Park

Queen - Loren Gray

Electric Love - Borns

Partners In Crime - Set It Off, Ash Costello

All The Things She Said - tATu

Check Yes, Juliet - We The Kings

Not Another Song About Love - Hollywood Ending

She Look So Perfect - 5 Seconds of Summer

Euphoria - BTS

That's My Girl - Fifth Harmony

I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE - Maneskin

Do It for Me - Rosenfeld

Voila - Figure You Out

Rich Boy - Payton

I like you - Post Malone, Doja Cat

10,000 hours - Dan + Shay, Justin Bieber

[x-xphantomime]

me and my bottomless face

[tunamayojazz]

listened to pain by pinkpantheress on repeat while drawing this and it was great

[luvjunie]

— miles g spotify playlist 🎧

i headcanon that earth42!miles is an oldies/old school rap kinda guy, i also think he’s a biggg lover boy/casanova so he loves love songs, and i threw some hoodrap/trap music in there cause i just know this boy gets ghetto. you can’t tell me he don’t listen to durk and von 😂 and some spanish songs as well, this miles definitely has an A+ in that class and is influenced by his mom more for obvious reasons

all of what i mentioned is pretty much what this playlist consists of, also, every single one of these songs is in my personal playlist as well. some of the ones i added towards the middle i only included more so because i think they match his vibe/embody how i characterize him in some of my fics, rather than them being something he’d actually listen to. if you decide to give it a listen, i hope you enjoy!!

@moralesmilesanhour did it first, i just thought it’d be fun to make one thru my perspective :)

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Hobie Brown helps you with The Big Chop - Hobie Brown x Black!GNReader

Hobie helps you start your natural hair journey

Fluff & Comfort / 1k words

A short fic inspired by the song 'Selfish Soul' by Sudan Archives. Because I imagine him playing this on guitar ALL the time. Hope you like :)

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If I cut my hair, hope I grow it long Back long, back time like way before If I wear it straight, will they like me more? Like those girls on front covers Long hair make 'em stay little longer Stay hair, stay straight though we feel ashamed By the curls waves and natural things Curls waves and natural things

The sound of the electric razor sent a shiver up your spine.

And behind you, you could feel Hobie card his long fingers through the ends of your detangled hair.

You'd worn it straight for as long as you could remember.

"You ready?" he asked behind you. And you answer honestly.

"I don't know."

You can hear him snicker behind you, as gently he parted your hair into sections with a wide tooth comb. He said that'd make it easier.

"Have a little faith, darlin'." Hobie said. "Think I'll butcher your barnet that bad?"

"No," you said, forcing a chuckle. You can tell he's trying to lighten the mood. "It's not that."

You were sitting on the floor of the houseboat, sat between Hobie's long legs, and behind you he sat on the couch, armed with combs and hair picks - and the electric clippers.

And you wondered if it was too late to back out now.

"What if it doesn't grow back?" you asked him.

"It will." And when he said it, it sounded like a promise.

"You don't know that." you told, angling the mirror in your lap to see his face.

Side by side like this, you could see the difference - between you and him. For as long as you could remember, you'd had pressed hair. Permed, or straightened, singed under hot combs and relaxer itches you could never scratch.

Held down by sprays, slicked with greases that felt like you’d could never wash them out.

Ever since you were little.

It seemed like every year someone was trying a new flat-iron or relaxer on your head.

Perms were apart of your back to school shopping list. More than once you'd spent the night before Easter with a straightener against your head, them always wanting to 'bump the ends'.

For as long as you could remember, your hair was straight.

Your family told you it was easier that way. Sometimes, they told you it was prettier that way, looked more presentable that way.

And so you never really had a choice.

And now you were sitting here, on the floor at Hobie's, jars and bottles and oils scattered at your feet. Shea butters and curl-defining creams and hot oil treatments. Things that smelt of coconut and jojoba. Things that reminded you of Hobie.

For as long as you'd known Hobie, he'd had his wicks. A part of you couldn't imagine him without them.

Hobie wore them how he wore everything, how he did everything. With pride and with confidence, with a way that you couldn't help but admire. It was one of the reasons you loved him.

You couldn't count the nights you'd watch him in the bathroom, using everything from rose water to aloe to care for his wicks. So you had good reason to believe him when he said

"I do know that."

If anyone did, it was him.

From behind you Hobie slipped his arms around you, nuzzling his face into the side of your neck, and this time when you chuckled it was genuine. "How?" you asked.

"Cause, it grows out every other time you do your hair, don't it? Then three weeks later you're back to doing your bloody roots again."

Maybe he had a point.

"Touché." you said, and when he released you, you tilted your head backwards, looking at him upside down from your place on the floor. "And if it doesn't look good?"

"It's your hair." Hobie said, and the way he said it made it sound so simple.

As if nothing else mattered.

"It's your hair, treacle. And it'll look bang on because it's yours, yeah?" he said, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips Spider-man style. "That's all that matters, innit?"

You nodded, but you weren't so sure.

"Just trust me," Hobie told you. And you wanted to trust him. You did trust him, always.

And so you faced forward once more, and behind you, you can hear Hobie slide one of the guards onto the razor, testing it one more time. And when you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, you wondered if you be like him one day.

You wondered if one day, your natural hair would be a part of you, the way his wicks were a part of him.

"You know," you said. "I've never even seen it before." Your hair, all by itself. Without an apology, without an 'excuse'.

Hobie chuckled. "Mad that." he said, and you could tell he was smiling.

"You ready?" he asked.

You didn’t feel ready. But you said it anyway. "I'm ready."

Hobie clicked the razor on.

You pressed your hands to your eyes, as Hobie rested the ravor against the base of your head. And with a slow stroke upwards, you could hear when the razor began to cut.

It felt too real.

"Breathe, luv." Hobie said, voice quiet in focus.

And until then, you hadn't noticed you were holding your breath.

You sucked in a deep breath. You tried not to think about the sound of the cutting, or the humming of the electric razor against your head.

The first strands began to fall to your lap.

Hobie goes slow, and after the first pass, he paused just for a moment, his hand on your shoulder “You doing alright, darlin’?”

You don't answer right away, fingers pressed to your eyelids. "Yeah."

And when you said it, you hadn't realized how close to a sob you were. You hadn't noticed the tears that had fought their way to your eyes.

It felt bittersweet, looking down at the hair in your lap. It felt scary.

It felt good, too.

He gives you a moment, and you took the chance to sniffle. To take a breath. The hair felt like it weighed nothing, and it did weigh nothing. But it felt like letting go of so much.

Like a burden off your shoulders, literally.

"Keep going?"

You knew you couldn't turn back now. But if you needed a moment, if you wanted to - Hobie would stop, he'd take a break. He'd listen.

When years before as a kid, no one would. It's like for once in your life, you had a say in your hair.

"Yeah." you said. "Yeah, keep going."

For a moment Hobie doesn't say anything, only pressing a kiss to the side of your head, before he clicked the clippers on again. ________________________________________________

'Cause I don't want no struggles, I don't want no fears I don't want no struggles, I don't want no fears I don't want no struggles, I don't want no Does it make sense to you Why I cut it off? Okay, one time if I grow it long Am I good enough? Am I good enough? About time I embrace myself and soul Time I feed my selfish soul

[Cockney Key: Barnet - Slang for ‘Hair’ / Treacle - Short for Treacle Tart, Rhyming slang for ‘Sweetheart’]

[150151]

hobie. — he's my brother. my best friend. my everything. here's a PUNK playlist for spider-PUNK. i hope y'all enjoy and appreciate the songs! it's fun! features skindred, death, fishbone, and dead kennedy's

[heyybaejjk]

SOMETHING ABOUT YOU !

pairing. teen!miguel o'hara x fem samoan oc

content. implied smut 😞 SIONE DA BEST MAN MENTIONED 🗣️🗣️🗣️ secret relationship, jealous miguel, cutesy moments between miguel & manaia <33 not proofread yall

main masterlist.

series masterlist.

She was the epitome of beauty, that's what Miguel loved to think. In everything she did, it was utter perfection in his mind.

To the way she smiled, the way she walked, the way she sat in silence with her earphones blasting her cultural music and letting her mind run wild while jotting everything she knew in her book, whilst everyone else in class had caused chaotic mess with their confusion in every mathematic problem they tried to solve.

He admired her from across the table they both sat on, and his heart was fucking racing. He was close, yet so far away. And no, he wasn't going to slowly move his foot forward to accidentally hit her own, no.

Instead, he called out her name after finally shifting away his thoughts. "So, Manaia," she looks at him with an endearing smile, taking out both of her earphones to give the boy her full attention.

He shuts his mouth instantly. "Uh, never mind, sorry."

Miguel bites his lip nervously when she shakes her head and laughs, "You can talk to me anytime, Miggs. Don't be shy," yet she hides the fact that her face was hot, and if Miguel wouldn't open his mouth in 2 seconds, she was sure she'd run out the room out of nervosity.

He smiles, "I just wanted to say I love your new hair," and he says out of truth.

Manaia's hair that had once been honey brown had been dyed black, with a blonde counterpart underneath. She had found it so stupid, but to him, it was beautiful. She was beautiful.

"And your lip piercing as well," he compliments with a whisper.

Miguel's heart dances when she hears her giggle.

"I've always had this, Miguel," her ever so soft voice laughs.

To this, Miguel chuckles, "Never had the chance to say how beautiful it looks."

How beautiful you look, his mind thinks.

He smiles at her shy self, hiding a smile with her palm. "That's very sweet of you to say, Miggs." Her hand slides across the table to hold onto his, but backs away

Manaia loved to experiment with her looks. Now there wasn't much you can do with a simple skirt, blouse, and the same mediocre looking jumper.

Miguel was excited everyday to see what was different; whether it be with her hair, new lip combo, or with how she styled her school uniform. She loved putting on jewelry as an addition, either way, she was ethereal without a doubt.

He made notes on which look stayed for a few days, indicating she loved it. And which look only lasted one period before something was changed the next time he saw her during the breaks.

Miguel had to come to accept the fact that people around him also had eyes.

He glared at those whose whispered about how elegant and beautiful his girl looked; nonetheless his mouth stayed shut.

"Smash or pass?"

Of fucking course.

Miguel craned his neck to the side, the table he sat on was isolated but he still heard the whispers of the two boys from across the room.

"Who are you talking about?" one of the two asked, wearing his hat backward as the other had long, yet messy gold hair placed in a tight braid.

"Girl over there," the long haired boy motioned his head over to Manaia who had her back facing anyone that sat behind her. Her headphones had blasted the latest song she had downloaded, seemingly on repeat as she couldn't get over the tune.

Miguel's glare goes unnoticed from everyone else in the room, thankfully.

"Oh, Naia?" his eyes slightly widen, and he doesn't hesitate at all with his answer. "Fucking smash, obviously," the guy with the backwards hat had smirked, dapping up his friend as he chuckles.

Miguel resisted the urge to get up and make his way over to the both of them.

"Reckon she's even good at, you know?" the Rapunzel dupe questioned, trying to get his voice low as possible yet failed miserably.

"Boys? Is there anything you'd like to share?" an authoritative voice rung through the room. The middle-aged woman who stood in front of everyone had raised a brow towards the back of the room, eyes set on a particular pair of boys.

Miguel watches as Manaia pulls down her headset to pay attention in case she were the one who was in trouble, then looking behind herself to see who the elder was talking to.

"No, Miss," the boy with hair that reached his ass crack had snickered, and Miguel's blood began to boil.

But his heart calms when Manaia looks over his way with a gentle smile, as well as a wave. He smiles awkwardly back after being caught staring at her.

Miguel looks back down to his notes pretending to write.

It was semi-normal for couples to find a space where they could talk, kiss, and stuff...

Nonetheless, it was no different for Miguel and Manaia - who had walked around together with aching want to hold hands but managed to find a set of stairs that conveniently led up to the block they both had classes in.

Miguel had sat on an upper step so Manaia could sit a step below him. Settling herself between his legs, she slipped off her headphones and placed them around her neck, her music still playing in the background.

A few kisses on the cheek and forehead were shared, whispers of affection, and the sickly sweet banter - the usual of loving couples.

After awhile, they had fallen into a comfortable silence. Listening to each other breathe in the air they shared, letting each other gain warmth from the touch their bodies shared.

Manaia pulls away from his touch slightly to look up at him. "What are you thinking about?" she smiles.

Miguel is pulled away from his thinking, looking down to the girl he had his arm wrapped around.

"Pardon?"

A giggle erupts from the girl before him, "I said," her hand reaching up to poke his cheek, "What are you thinking about? I hope it's about me," she jokes.

Miguel gulps at the strong eye contact Manaia had held with him. He feels the warmth of her soft palm spread on his cheek, the soft push had made him look directly down at her just as she intended.

"Just us." Miguel whispers quickly.

"Mhm," her other free hand cups his other cheek, her head tilts curiously, "And what about us?"

"I'm just tired-" he drags his words, his eyes then widen when Manaia lets his face free from her soft hold, "Wait- no, no, not of us- I'm not tired of us, I swear I didn't mean that!" He whispers in an assuring tone, cupping her face and giving her forehead as many kisses as he could.

"Okay, okay, I believe you," she whispers in a soft voice.

Miguel sighs, "I'm just tired of us not being able to, you know, be a proper couple and we've been together for like," He counts with his fingers, "Months! We can't hold hands in public, I can't walk you to class, I can't show you off. I can't show anyone that you're my girlfriend, and vice versa," he pours his heart out to his girlfriend in expectant of her understanding.

Manaia nods her head in acknowledgement to her sweet boyfriend's words, she smiles at the trust Miguel had in sharing his feelings with her. "I get you, Miggy. I've felt the same way before, and I know I was the one to say I'd like for us to be private. I'm just scared, to be honest."

Miguel raises a brown, fully intrigued.

"What are you scared of?"

Miguel feels his heart jump when his sweet girl groans angrily, which he finds cute, "What should I not be scared of, Miguel?"

First-name basis? Miguel gasps as he thinks to himself.

Oh never-mind, she was truly upset.

"Miggy, you're-" She groans again with a pout, "You're attractive! you're bulky, you're tall, you're sporty, and you're smart!"

His face flushes at the rush of compliments he's given, "I still don't understand what you're trying to say, Naia," his fingers delicately brush a strand of hair behind her ear, as he noticed it slightly annoyed her.

Manaia huffed in annoyance, crossing her arms. Miguel chuckles, "Please just tell me what it is that's bothering you," he kisses her temple countless times as she doesn't pull away.

"You already know I barely have friends. Besides Sione, Kiuga and David, there's no one else I can talk to. And I don't want girls to try and befriend me just to get close with you," Manaia admits. She fidgets with the golden bracelet with the M initial Miguel had gotten her for their first month anniversary.

"I don't know what I'm saying honestly. I just know that I want you to myself, even if it means to keep us a secret," Manaia averts her gaze from his in a shy manner.

Manaia continues in a lowered voice, "I know how people can be. If people knew we were together, they'd talk about you regardless, especially in front of my face. They- ugh. What's that word, Miggy? They.. uh.." looking around to see something that would help her.

Miguel intervenes, "Naia, what are you-"

"FAWN! Yes, they fawn over you!" Manaia dramatically faints into Miguel's lap. Then peers back up with widened eyes looking straight at her boyfriend in shock.

"What if you find someone better along the way as well?!"

She continues on her rant for countless minutes about the silly what ifs and the "pretty" girls that would snatch him away from her.

Miguel could only admire the girl before him with a wide smile on his face, "I get what you're saying," planting a kiss on her forehead to calm her down. "But I want you to know that being together in this relationship means I'm only for you and it'll stay that way." he emphasizes before cupping his girl's beautiful face.

That was all Manaia needed before getting shy again. Trusting her boyfriend, she reaches up and leaves a loving peck on his lips.

Still in a mood, Manaia raises a brow, "You'll only love me, right?" her eyes sparkling with curiosity. His ears then catch on to the ongoing melody that rung through Manaia's headphones.

she looks just like a dream

the prettiest girl i've ever seen

Miguel chuckles, "If I wasn't going to love you only, I wouldn't have asked the prettiest girl in the world to be mine."

Manaia chuckles as she rolls her eyes, smushing Miguel's cheeks with her hand, "So cheesy."

"But if you're so concerned about people fawning over me," Miguel teases as his girl lightly slaps his chest, holding onto her wrist to keep it there, "I can think of a way to get people to lay off."

M.Ohara_99 has mentioned you in his story !

Manaia is stopped from her endless scrolling on tiktok. Her attention is on the new notification from her boyfriend. Tapping on the notif, she immediately feels a rush of heat spread on her face when she sees her chat with Miguel.

Miguel was a gym fanatic, those who liked to look knew of this. It was bound for him to post at least one photo of his progress. Yet, for him to post a photo, flexing his arms and his uncovered neck that was marked with dark, purple hickeys?

He knew those who prayed and wished for him to be theirs were going to be hurt. But did he care?

Not at all.

Manaia isn't able to fully inspect Miguel's story completely when another mention pops up.

It shows Miguel flexing his muscular back, the long and deep scratches on his back definitely wasn't made to be hidden with the way he solely focused the camera on them.

Before Manaia could bang her head against her pillow happily, she notices the very obvious mention of her username in Miguel's story.

Not even a minute goes by and Manaia gets another message.

mahi_sniffer has sent a message to pussy eatersssss

mahi_sniffer: GUYS I AM HONORED TO BE ONE OF THE FIRST TO KNOW ABOUT YALL DATING

mahi_sniffer: BUT I SWEAR TO FUCK IF I FIND OUT YOUS HAVE SMASHED ON MY BED WHILE YOUS WERE OVER AT MY HOUSE IM GOING TO FUCKING FREAK

this is so chat, i just wanted to upload this cos why not, i didnt know how else to end this LOL

[eatspiderss]

Anotha Spot post because I'm actually here to spread Nelward propaganda go listen to Eat Your Dreams by Nelward or anything by Nelward (also this song fits him very well maybe I'll post my lyric breakdown)

[idrinkwetcementasproteinshakes]

i FINALLY decided to make a hobie brown playlist myself because I’m sick of seeing playlists made for him that have shit like Mother Mother, Olivia Rodrigo, and Lemon Demon

not that there’s anything wrong with liking those artists of course, he just wouldn’t listen to them

anyways here’s the link

[felinecryptid]

Pavi and Hobie have a spotify (hobie got a modded version for both of them) playlist with rebellious punk music about killing the rich and burning establishments for the sake of their love and the sweetest melodious desi bollywood songs about tearing apart the sky and space and dying in eachother's arms to be reborn as lovers

[multifairyus]

Hobie and Grandma Brown Headcannons

Shout out to @brown-spider for their recent post on Hobie’s family and Grandma headcannon. These are questions that need answers and it’s been stewing in my mind so here goes my first contribution to the fandom:

I personally headcannon Hobie to be Jamaican British. The silly reason is cuz Bree Runway's ATM works with it, the interesting reason is him knowing/speaking Patois to a select few of the resistance members...the language was made in resistance, so it makes sense to me thematically?

Anyway his Grandma (or another older woman he is protective of but I want him to have familial community) is somewhere relatively safe in his universe. And he stops by to drop off groceries, check in and get a plate since she couldn't eat it all himself and he's still too skinny!

I like the idea that Grandma is aware and accepting of his alternative look. Maybe one of the few from his family/culture who does.

If she's SUPER cool then she deffo made him one of those crochet crop tops oh what a SLAY??

Imagine him swinging in a fight with the Arachkids in summer or something in a punk crochet fit?! "oh this? Grahhny made it for me. She even put a 'lil spider in there too. Special innit??" And he is just CHEESING

Though, I do also like the idea of Hobie taking out a few of his piercings when he goes to see her, out of respect. Mans does not do authority, or consistency, or respectability politics….but that's his Grandma mate!! She’d have a heart attack if she saw all that, what do you want from him?!

(Side note on alternative Hobie accessories… Hobie with glasses, reading some Audrey Lorde..? Just thought I'd drop that gem for the fan artists to consider)

But he more so “tones down” his look cuz doesn't want his sharp edges and lose ends of his get up to mess with the litter of fiber arts works she has in her tiny flat.

As a punk Hobie's no stranger to DIY and crafting. Wouldn't be surprised if the rebellious attitude was handed down alongside the thread and needles.

I think him having an ongoing project he works on with her with her like a quilt would be SO sweet 🥹 The telly droning about the “Spider-Punk' fellow but neither of them listening, just absorbed in their work and the other's company ❤️

[trashyjester]

I need music help!!!

Does any Desi person have some cool/emotional/dance song in hindi that I can put in a Playlist for Pavitr (or for him and Hobie as a couple)??? Bcs I found a couple of songs that I really liked but my knowledge on this is very small.

So if anyone has any suggestions (better if I can find a translation online) can u plz drop some songs name in the comments??

THANKS!

[sallyastral]

Guys I made

I made a chaiflower playlist

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1ibPZXdwTqlvg04LnvA0w6?si=njqPNkPxTh6CpTrFdx2_ow

This is both songs I think they would listen to and songs that remind me of them: some Indian music, pop music, Spanish music and some Italian songs too!

I'm working on GhostPunk and HoloFang playlists too, let me know if you want to see them!!

[popiplant]

yall aren't ready .