#Spotify Premium Crack

[world-of-lang]

instructions to crack the spotify apk for android:

Install Antisplit-M apk

Install Spotify from Play Store

Open Antisplit-M - Select from Installed Apps - search Spotify and save it

Uninstall your Spotify

Install and open Revanced Manager - Patcher - Select an app - Storage and select the spotify apk you just created on step 3 - Patch

Wait

Install

you're welcome. if you're paying for spotify consider buying music straight from artists instead (try bandcamp or music stores)

EDIT: Not working for the time being. wait for the fix

[miiiwu]

here again 😔

[acircusfullofdemons]

Basically every spotify apk is down so now I have to do the painstaking process of transferring all my playlists over to YouTube music 😒😔

[stebbins]

NONODY MAKES AUDIO POSTS ANYMORE. all tumblr user knows is spotify link and lie. i feel like i have an obligation to upload favorite songs as in-app audio files myself...... i miss reblogging song posts and not being linked to another app :(

[nanowired-lover]

they should create a weird cloud app where u can put all ur spotify likes and saves in it live and also other albums u might save elsewhere so u can own ur songs and listen to it like a mp3 player so you dont fuck up ur storage

or i should invest in a loaded as fuck mp3 player. but also i like discovering stuff from stotify. arg.

[lil-gingerbread-queen]

I cannot login into spotify on mobile atfer it kicked me out IN THE MIDDLE of a groceries run. And people online have been having the same issues for years. Cannot believe the audacity to want us to pay for this app to work and it doesn't even let us login.

[goodnightwindy]

pro tip gang never post publically about the things you pirate. not ever

[licencenew]

Spotify Music and Podcasts v8.9.6.458 Cracked: is one of the most popular music and podcast streaming platforms globally in all over the world .

[prettygirl-gabi]

Sweet Cravings and Sweeter Love

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd x Reader (Pazzi x Reader)

Fandom: UConn Women’s Basketball/ WNBA-Dallas Wings

Summary: Midnight meltdown over lava cakes becomes a cookie-fueled cuddlefest.

🏷️: @paigeshirleytemple , @cowboybueckers , @unknowgirlypop , @yailtsv , @nicebellee , @sitawita , @thatonesuschix , @vamptizm , @elalfywhore , @starfulani , @authentic-girl03 , @paxaz535 , @azziswrld , @jadasogay , @paigeluvvr , @melpthatsme , @lessi-lover , @courtsidewithlani , @elswhore , @italyyy , @lightsgore , @private-but-not-a-secret , @aubreygriffin , @issilovesherself , @graceeeeeesblog , @sayurireidotcom , @zizi-bee-yapping

I’ve never known a craving so loud that it echoed in my bones. All week, the thought of gooey, molten-centered chocolate lava cakes danced in my mind like some cruel, decadent hallucination.

I had them once about a month ago at this tiny little café back home during my break, and ever since, they’ve been living rent-free in my head.

Tonight was the night.

My night.

No distractions.

No practice schedules to plan around.

No new plans.

Just me, my KitchenAid mixer, and my lava cake fantasy becoming reality.

I had my apron on, Spotify humming old school R&B beats in the background, and I was even preheating the oven before gathering ingredients.

That’s how serious I was.

But fate?

Fate had other plans.

“No… no, no, no,” I mumbled to myself, opening the baking shelf and staring in slow-growing horror at the barren spot where my milk chocolate chips and Baker’s chocolate bars should have been. “What do you mean I’m out?”

I started moving boxes like a woman possessed.

Almond flour.

Brown sugar.

My backup stash of peanut butter chips. Everything except what I needed stared back at me.

And the worst part?

Only white chocolate chips. Mocking me.

“Maybe I hid some in the pantry,” I said to myself, dragging the step stool over and rummaging around the top shelf like a chocolate-seeking gremlin.

Ten minutes later, I was standing in the middle of the kitchen, arms hanging limp, eyes wide and lifeless.

I had everything else: the eggs, the butter, the flour, even ramekins. But no milk chocolate.

I checked the clock. 11:23 p.m. Every store was closed. Even the little 24-hour gas station near the campus gym was useless—they didn’t carry Baker’s chocolate or premium chips.

So what did I do?

Exactly what any emotionally fragile baker would do at that hour with an unfulfilled craving.

I dramatically sat down on the cold tile floor, leaned against the fridge, and sighed loud enough for the heavens to hear.

Cue the soft shuffle of socks on hardwood and the sleepy voices of my girlfriends from the hallway.

“Babe?” Paige’s voice was thick with sleep as she padded into the kitchen in one of my oversized hoodies, her hair messy and eyes half-closed. “Why are you sitting on the floor like a sad raccoon?”

Azzi followed a second later, wrapped in our fuzzy blue throw blanket like a fashionable burrito. “I thought we were being robbed with all that banging.”

I looked up at them from the floor, completely defeated. “I can’t make my lava cakes.”

They both blinked at me.

Azzi tilted her head. “I’m gonna need more context.”

“I’ve been craving them all week. I had everything planned. But I’m out of milk chocolate. No chips. No bars. I even checked my secret emergency baking drawer.”

Paige smirked. “You have a secret emergency baking drawer?”

“Do not mock me in my time of mourning,” I muttered.

Azzi walked over, crouching beside me with a warm smile. “Okay, come on, lava cake queen. Let’s step away from the oven before you start sacrificing white chocolate to the dessert gods.”

Paige leaned down, grabbing my hands to help me up. “Yeah, come on. Before you start rage-baking something terrifying.”

I allowed myself to be pulled to my feet, but I still pouted. “It’s not fair. All I wanted was a warm, gooey center and the satisfaction of cracking into that chocolate shell like a food commercial.”

Azzi kissed my temple as she led me to the couch. “You’ll get it, baby. But not tonight.”

Paige flopped next to me, throwing her long legs across mine like a human blanket. “Let’s redirect that baking passion. You do still have the stuff for your peanut butter cookies, right?”

“Yeah… but we still have some in the jar from three days ago.”

Azzi grinned. “Okay, but you also put little pretzel bits on top of those and made them crunchy. Tonight could be the soft batch version.”

My heart wavered.

Soft peanut butter cookies… warm from the oven… maybe with a little flaky salt on top…

I closed my eyes and groaned. “You’re both dangerous.”

“Only when hungry,” Paige said smugly, already nudging me to get up.

Azzi pulled me in for a warm cuddle. “Let’s make cookies, eat two each, watch one episode of Nailed It! then pass out like happy sugar sloths.”

“And tomorrow, we’ll go get your chocolate,” Paige added, playing with the hem of my hoodie. “All of it. Bars, chips, fancy cocoa powder—whatever your lava cake-loving heart desires.”

“I’ll even buy you a lava cake emergency kit,” Azzi teased.

I finally gave in, shaking my head with a soft smile. “You guys are ridiculous.”

“But you love us,” Paige said.

“Deeply,” I admitted.

So, that night, we didn’t have lava cakes. But we had soft, golden peanut butter cookies with melted chocolate chips from the backup bag of semisweet.

We curled up together on the couch under three blankets, giggling through Nailed It! while our sugar crash crept in.

And I felt okay. More than okay. I felt loved.

The Next Morning, Azzi kissed me awake with a big smile and a louder-than-necessary whisper.

“Baaaabe, wake up. Paige did a thing.”

My eyes cracked open. “What kind of thing?”

“The kind involving the Holy Grail of chocolate.”

That got me moving. I shuffled out of bed, still in my flour-dusted pajama pants, and walked out to the kitchen to find Paige leaning against the counter with a proud smirk and a brown paper bag.

She pulled out:

• Two bags of Ghirardelli milk chocolate chips

• Three Baker’s chocolate bars

• A fancy European dark chocolate bar with sea salt

• A “lava cake essentials” label drawn in sharpie on the bag

I blinked. “You weren’t gone long. Did you teleport?”

“I bribed the early shift manager at the grocery store. Technically, they weren’t open yet, but he owed me from the time I gave his niece front-row seats.”

Azzi grinned. “She pulled the ‘celebrity athlete’ card for you.”

Paige shrugged. “I was on a mission.”

I was already moving to preheat the oven. “You’re both actual angels.”

“More like gluttons,” Azzi said, hopping onto the counter. “We want lava cake too.”

That Afternoon, the apartment smelled like heaven—like warm, rich, sinful chocolate.

I carefully spooned batter into the greased ramekins, whispering a little prayer to the baking gods.

Paige was hovering over me, and Azzi was already filming me for her private story, narrating like I was on The Great British Bake Off.

“Look at her. Precision. Dedication. A woman scorned by white chocolate.”

“Shut up,” I giggled. “I’m focused.”

We waited in front of the oven like kids watching cookies bake. Paige leaned her head on my shoulder. “How long?”

“12 minutes. No more. No less.”

When the timer finally rang, I took them out, let them rest for exactly 60 seconds, then plated them—upside-down, careful not to break the delicate crust.

When I cut into mine and saw the glorious, gooey center ooze out like a river of joy, I nearly cried.

“I’m naming this one Azzi,” I said.

“Why?” she asked, taking her first bite.

“Because it’s soft and melts me from the inside.”

She groaned. “You’re too sweet.”

Paige, mouth full of cake, pointed at her ramekin. “This one’s mine. I’m naming it Victory.”

“You earned it,” I smiled.

And we sat there, lava cakes in hand, peanut butter cookies still stacked nearby, with the girls I loved, full and warm.

Not just from dessert.

But from them.

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                 -Thank You For Reading!💚💙

                             -prettygirl-gabi✨️💗

[mwagneto]

how i sleep using cracked spotify premium apk instead of paying and using newpipe apk instead of youtube and using firefox instead of chrome or opera and not paying for any streaming services and downloading movies and shows straight onto usb drives and not connecting any of my accounts and never giving my full name anywhere and not logging into google anywhere and never seeing a single fucking ad no matter where i go

[genderkoolaid]

Do you mind giving a list of the transmasc artists in that sp*tify playlist, I wanna listen to transmasc artists but I hate sp*tify soooooo much

Sure! I wouldn't use spotify if I didn't have a cracked version of premium, it truly is fucking awful lmao.

I'm adding specific songs of theirs I like because I know other people also find it easier to get into an artist if they are recc'd a specific song. Also the artist bandcamp when applicable:

Dreamer Isioma / Sunset Drive + Dumb In Love With You

Tobre / FTMLOVE

Joe Stevens / Daughterson

Anjimile / Baby No More + Animal

Jake Edwards / Holy

saint hills / Lavender

Athens Boy Choir / Fagette + Tranny Got Pack

Malaika Mfalme / Good Man

Art Project / Gender Nightmare + Enemy Estrogen + Pretty boy

Miles McKenna / Boys Will Be Boys

Schmekel (and all the jewish tboys cheer) / FTM at the DMV

Skylar Kergil / Brothers

First Ever Boys / Guts + Friends Who Kiss

Mavi Phoenix / Aventura

Ryan Cassata / boy on boy

Beverly Glenn-Copeland / La Vita + People Of The Loon + Africa Calling (love his music so much. it makes me feel the same way bell hooks writing does)

Zann Foth / Hindsight Cinema

Dazey and the Scouts / Sweet Cis Teen

Saint Wellesley / Captain, Oh Captain!

Freddie Lewis / Best Dressed Ex + Bell Jar

Mal Blum / Things Still Left to Say

Dump Him / Pretty Like a Boy

Ezra Michel / I'm a Faggot I'm a Dyke

Jay Page / Invincible + Am I Here

The Oozes / Bitchboy + Ultrasound (consider donating to one of the band member's top surgery fund as well!)

Grumpster (ty anon for reccing them!) / Roots + Growing Pains

[sexhaver]

can you tell us all the plugins / ad blockers you use

on desktop, uBlock Origin (NOT Adblock Plus! they sold out years ago! they literally take money from advertisers to make sure their ads get through their filters!) and SponsorBlock for Firefox. if you still see ads on youtube specifically check out this page. if it's green, then the problem is with your specific installation and you should check out this reddit megathread. if it's red, then tough luck, wait a few hours for uBlock's crack team of hackers to catch back up in their constant arms race with Youtube.

for Android, get ReVanced Manager from here and use that + an .apk download of the latest Youtube release (just google "youtube apk") to patch yourself together a version of the Youtube app that acts like you paid for Advanced even though you didn't, which means no ads. also, side tangent, that's where the name comes from: originally it was just "Youtube Vanced" because it was "Advanced" without the "ad"s. then the Vanced team got slapped with a C&D for being dumbasses and minting NFTs of the Vanced logo, which was literally just the Youtube logo, so ReVanced rose from the ashes to continue its legacy. oh also there are a shitload of boxes you can check off during the patching process and one of them just integrates Sponsorblock for you, so that's nice.

i should also mention here, for no reason in particular, that the Vanced Manager app lets you patch a number of other apps in the same way, removing ads and adding "premium" features without you having to pay. one of these apps may or may not be Tumblr itself.

as long as you're fucking with your Android, download xManager and use it to get ad-free Spotify without paying for it. iirc the app auto-downloads the apk for you but it's been months since i last fucked with it so i might be misremembering.

honorary mention goes to NewPipe for being a way easier to install alternative to all of the above if you don't care about logging in. it's an alternate frontend for youtube that lets you watch it ad-free right out of the box. the main drawbacks are that the UI is a little ugly (especially compared to the official/ReVanced version), you can't use Sponsorblock, and it doesn't sync with your Google account (this could be a plus for you if you're big into privacy but personally i like having my likes and watch history synced across desktop and mobile). although now that i just did some research to make sure i wasn't talking out my ass, it looks like the original dev is working on a forked version of the app named Tubular that does have Sponsorblock and is apparently trying to get google account stuff working, so that's cool. oh and it can also browse/play Soundcloud ad-free, if you still use Soundcloud in 2024

[bagofbonesmp3]

people saying that having Spotify premium is bourgeois. skill issue I have the cracked Spotify premium app. I've never paid for a streaming service in my life

[dolokhoded]

which btw is criminally good my apostles are all out of character because there's no way any person would step into this man's car and not start crying tears of joy as one banger plays after another and remember why the human race still has reasons to not be obliterated by a meteor I LOVE MUSIC

best part of the completely made up timeline of dolokhoded bible where the roman empire still exists is that i can put whatever song i want in james' mixtape and just decide that it existed then.

[deadeyesopened]

spotify I'M NOT FUCKING PAYING FOR YOUR APP!!! I WILL PIRATE PREMIUM UNTIL THE DAY YOU GO DEFUNCT!!! YOU CAN BREAK EVERY CRACKED VERSION OUT THERE AND I WILL STILL SCOUR THE INTERNET TO FIND ANOTHER ONE

[spinecutter]

and the thing is that people that dont know how to get adblock or dont care to find out do it anyways so corporations get away with it 😭😭😭 anyways ive never understood PAYING to get rid of ads. just scroll brothah "theres other features" like what? downloading videos? just screen record.. there r always solutions. stop paying for shit get a good vpn and pirate or get physical copies

do you guys ever think about how crazy it is that paying for like phone apps is so normalized like whos out here paying for twitter or tumblr premium like qhat the fuck