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jk, but it is on the lighter side! The ever loved rock camp au, insipred by the masterpiece that was Camp Rock. Idk if you have me to blame or @hannah-nobody, but you are all welcome either way. 

This here is the collab her and I have been talking about for forever, and now we’re posting it in an attempt to make ourselves actually fucking finish it, but there is no motivator like disappointment.

Have Hannah’s made up reviews!

  • a beautiful coming of age story - ny times 
  • one giant shit post - person

Quick notes - Every chapter will have a set of songs to go along with it, all being added to this spotify playlist with each chapter! All genres are used, and we hope it will be as cringey as possible!

Summer has arrived, and with it the start of the two month long music camp; Fairy Tail! Full of new songs, friends, and adventures, the campers learn things they never knew about themselves and one another. And just how easy it is to sneak booze and a full sized karaoke machine out into the middle of the woods.

Camp Rock!AU

Pairing: Nalu, Gajevy, Gruiva, others mentioned; Fairy Tail

Words: 5631

Rating: T

Parts: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter ThreeChapter Four

Chapter One: The Start of Something New

Now who’d have ever thought that

we’d both be here tonight?

Oh yeah

And the world looks so much brighter

with you by my side

The music pounded through Natsu’s veins as the last notes of the song faded away and the crowd erupted into a series of screams. The band members on stage smiled as they tossed various mementos to their mud-splattered fans; picks, drumsticks, water bottles. Hands groped desperately at the air, his own among them.

He wasn’t really paying attention. His own voice joined in with the noise as he let go of all the energy the atmosphere of the festival has stirred within him. His head tipped back and he squeezed his eyes shut as he cheered.

When the band finally left the stage, Natsu looked around. He stood on his tip toes, trying to find Gajeel’s unruly mane of black hair in the sea of sweat-soaked festival-goers. When Natsu couldn’t spot him, he decided to head back to the tent.

Still on high from the previous band’s performance, Natsu made his way almost absently through the crowd. Most people lingered, waiting eagerly for the next act to come on, leading him to gently push a few people out of his way. Some people decided to sit during the break, not caring about the mud beneath them. Others remained on the shoulders of their friends, basking in the heat of the sun that had come and gone for most of the weekend.

One of the shoulder-riding music lovers caught his attention.

She was perched on someone a few people in front of him, and she was stunning. He altered his route in order to take in more of her. She was screaming as though the band were still on stage, making rock signs with her fists as she waved her arms in the air. Her blonde hair was tied in a ponytail, but strands fell loosely on her sunburned shoulders.  A pink crop-top exposed her stomach, where someone had painted a peace sign in neon green paint around her belly button.

He grinned as she wobbled on a dark-haired boys shoulders, but the blonde’s own expression turned from laughter to panic as she lost her balance.

Instinctively, Natsu pushed through the crowd and got to her just in time to soften her fall with his own body. The two of them fell to the ground in an ungraceful heap.

“Oooooowwww,” The blonde groaned from on top of him.

She raised her head, and a splotch of mud had somehow made its way onto her cheek. Natsu stared at her in bewilderment as she looked at him, eyes wide, then giggled.

He could feel the heat in his cheeks as he became aware of her body pressed against his. He’d thrown his tattered shirt away long ago, and surprisingly he didn’t feel self-conscious going shirtless among the energetic crowd. Especially not now that the pretty blondes’ hands roamed over his bare chest. Natsu quickly sat up before he became too absorbed with her wandering hands, tightening the scarf around his neck before helping her up and sheepishly apologising.

“No, no, no,” She smiled at him, “Don’t be sorry! It was Gray’s fault. He’s so meeeean.“

The girl pouted and Natsu felt a smirk pulling at his lips. He had no idea who Gray was, but he was very glad that they’d chosen to shrug her off their shoulders, for whatever reason.

Seeing his smirk, the girl’s laughter died off and she bit her lip in thought. She stepped closer, invading his personal space. His breath hitched when she placed a hand back on his chest.

“Thanks,” She told him, her voice low, before leaning up on her tip-toes and placing a light kiss on his cheek.

Her lips were sticky with pink lip gloss, and he found himself wondering what they tasted like when she drew back.

Her hand remained on his chest.

“Y’know, you’re pretty cute,“ She mused aloud.

“Erm…” He had no idea what to reply. He’d never been called cute before.

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Odyssey of the Neelkanth in Madhya Pradesh - The beginning

A few phone calls and an impulsive decision had me leaving for Madhya Pradesh on the eve of Dussehra. I was told that my week-long journey would start from Bhopal to witness nature’s abundance as I foray into the forests and sanctuaries of Tawa and Pachmarhi.

Bhopal is eclectic and full on energy on Dussehra. As we drive through the bylanes of the local market and soak in the festivities, I see a cage with this spectacular bird, trapped and ruffling its feathers.

We’re stuck in a jam and I can’t help but admire the striking beauty of this species that I have never seen before. Our driver tells me it’s the Neelkanth or the “blue throat” bird , a name associated with the deity Shiva (who drank poison resulting in the blue throat). It is said to be sacred to Vishnu, and hence caught to be released during festivals such as Dussehra and Durga Puja.

I am, both unnerved and saddened at the plight of the bird as my eyes are fixated on it’s gorgeous colours. The Indian Blue Roller starts fluttering restlessly when no one is around and starts rattling the cage. It has reached its limits of existence, and also weak from starvation. The ornate prison stars moving and within seconds topples down and the tiny gate opens from the shock. Neelkanth fell with the cage but he knows what happened. Without a second thought or wait, it has now reached the skies from the cage.

I am overjoyed beyond relief!

As I look above, in an attempt to spot the Neelkanth, I experience a moment of introspection.

Just like the Neelkanth, this trip to the nature’s haven of MP will be my freedom from the concrete jungle that humankind dwells in. I do not need to look back. I have left nothing behind. There is no regret. I have to run from here as far as possible or they will get me once again. I will fly back into the bounty and the goodness this planet has to offer.

As these thoughts zip through my head, I close my eyes. There is a shine in Neelkanth’s eyes, as he feels the wind tickle his feathers. He does not know where he is going, but he does know that the world outside the cage is home.

The bird is my inspiration and the stories I will narrate through these posts are an ode to our freedom.

About the artist

Artist-storyteller Harshvardhan Kadam is fascinated by surreal landscapes, mystical beings and mythical creatures. His collective, inkbrushnme, with its eclecticism, has produced conceptually and stylistically powerful Visual Art. With conceptual clarity and solidity, he has illustrated many characters in graphic novels, and children’s books.

By Harshvardhan Kadam
Primavera Sound 2017 review: Standout headliners set sun-soaked festival apart from others

Disappointment may have initially prevailed following the news that Frank Ocean had pulled out of Primavera Sound days before the festival was due to begin, but any damp spirits were fended off rapidly when Jamie xx - Ocean’s beneficiary - craftily segued a version of the singer’s track ‘White Ferrari’ into his very own 'I Know there’s Gonna Be (Good Times).’

Ultimately, the Endless artist’s cancellation was a mere drop in the ocean of sun-soaked secret sets and standout headline performances which took place across the four-day event.

Barcelona festival Primavera has been renowned for its stellar billings since launching in 2001, and this year’s edition was no different.

From the sleepy hues of Portland singer-songwriter Alexandra Savior and London grime star Skepta to stalwart Van Morrison - whose 'Gloria’ and 'Brown Eyed Girl’ had thousands singing along at dusk - organisers yet again scaled the industry to bring acts of differing nationalities and genre to the 150,000 strong crowds. If anything, dwellers were too spoilt for choice.

If Bon Iver and The xx relied on the audience’s hushed tones to ensure an experience was had - the former especially delivering something remarkable with faultless renditions of '29 #Strafford APTS,’ '8 (Circle)’ and 'Skinny Love’ (the audience piped up for that one) - then it was Montreal six-piece Arcade Fire who permitted the crowds to blow off some steam on the closing night.

Beginning with usual set-closer 'Wake Up’ - an exciting statement of intent - their set was a twist-laden thriller with Win Butler, Régine Chassagne and company tearing through the old ('Power Out,’ 'Rebellion,’), the new (ABBA-Bowie infusion 'Everything Now,’ 'Creature Comfort) and the rare (set-closer 'Windowsill,’ 'In the Backseat,’ and - for the first time in nine years - 'Neon Bible’).

It wasn’t just the live performances that set tongues wagging either: Dancefloor Meditations, a project from Pulp members Jarvis Cocker and Steve Mackey, almost stole the festival before it had even begun.

Lucky wristband-clad individuals made their way to the Heineken Hidden Stage on the festival’s first night and were met with an ethereal music lesson on the history of the bass drum via Marvin Gaye, Steely Dan and a Human League remix you’ll still be humming days later.

Primavera Sound seemed worlds apart from its festival peers, laced with a laidback injection of calm whether attendees were dashing between its many stages or scouring the stalls in the food hall (the same location football fans gathered to watch Real Madrid’s Champions League victory on one huge projector). The sun-soaked event gave music-lovers something refreshingly rare for a festival of this stature - room to breathe.

That atmosphere was sliced in two on Saturday evening as news trickled in about devastating events in London, foreshadowed eerily by actor Riz Ahmed who had earlier performed as part of hip-hop group Swet Shop Boys (“In these sour times please allow me to vouch for mine,” he told the crowd. “I’m losing my religion to tomorrow’s headlines”).

While many respectfully decided to end the festivities there, those who remained found themselves rewarded by sister trio Haim whose secret 3am set served as a unifying close to a bittersweet evening.


some nights live at the soaked Festival, Orlando

credit: struckbyhollywood


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Losing Music - Elizabeth and Ashton

Beth groaned, as she stared at her guitar in despair, there had to be something wrong with it, she’d tuned it a million times before and there was no reason why it shouldn’t work this time. She tried to play the opening of their 5SOS cover of Don’t Stop, but again it sounded way off. “Oh come on! What is wrong with you!?” She spoke aloud to her guitar, silently wondering if she was going crazy. She tried again, altering the strings, wishing she’d brought a tuner with her, instead of relying on her ears. She strummed again, but it was even worse than before, “F*CKS SAKE” She yelled aloud, finally losing the calmness she’d managed to retain for the past hour. She wanted to go outside and soak up the festival atmosphere, instead she was inside this stupid room, trying to set up her stupid guitar. She sighed and put the guitar down, giving up, she’d have to get Danie to look at it later, they weren’t playing until tomorrow anyway so it should be fine, still she was frustrated. Someone cleared their throat behind her, oh crap, she’d thought she was alone in here, and she hadn’t heard the door open. She turned round and let out a sigh of relief, it was Ash, though this was the first time they had met in person, she was glad to see him rather than a complete stranger.