hey guys! it has been ages since I wrote something, literally like a year so apologies if it is rusty lol (also title may change i just can’t think of anything rn rip) description: you have just started at the same university as your brother Calum and he has made it clear to his fraternity brothers that you are off limits. that doesn’t necessarily mean you, or any of the boys, will abide by his wishes.
word count: 3,155 :-)
“And now I have to walk all the way to his frat, just to get them,” you huffed, tugging the laces of your Nikes tighter as you sat on the edge of your bed. The white comforter crinkled as you shifted your weight to put on the other shoe.
“You want me to come with you?” Your roommate Jasmine asked as she lay in her bunk, laptop opened to her most recent biology lecture notes.
“No it’s fine, it won’t take me that long. I just don’t want to do it,” you laughed, standing up.
“Fair enough,” Jasmine laughed, turning her attention back to her notes.
“Dinner when I get back?” You asked, a hopeful look on your face. Jasmine nodded, pressing the home button on her iPhone,
“Mae should be back from class by then.” You pumped your fist in the air,
“Yesssss, I’m famished.” Jasmine just laughed and shook her head as you pulled the door shut behind you.
Dressed in leggings and an oversized t-shirt you started your trek across campus to Greek Row. Your older brother Calum had borrowed your car the past weekend to go on a little hiking excursion with his frat brothers. His justification was that your car handled better in the mountains and back roads, but you knew he was just jealous of your Jeep Wrangler. Nevertheless you let him borrow it and now he was making you walk to his frat, Phi Kappa Psi, to get the keys, rather than bringing them to you. Classic.
Please don’t pass judgement on something you don’t understand.
I just read an article about a sorority recruitment video that “is worse for women than Donald Trump”–I read the entire article and watched the video, expecting some horrendous taboo recruitment video. I didn’t get what I expected. It was a complete run of the mill plain Jane recruitment video. The article states"It’s all so racially and aesthetically homogeneous and forced, so hyper-feminine, so reductive and objectifying, so Stepford Wives: College Edition. It’s all so … unempowering,”. When in reality it shows a group of girls goofing around, having fun and bonding with each other to form a sisterhood. Sisterhood is ultimately the reason a girl joins a sorority in the first place, so showcasing that is an extremely important part of the recruitment process. Speaking from experience, the making these types of videos is sometimes choreographed and sometimes someone just pulls out a camera and starts filming friends joking around, sitting and talking.
Do the girls all have on nice outfits, their hair done and makeup on? Yes! Of course! Why would somebody post a video of their sorority looking like crap? That’s not going to attract PNMs. In many sororities, including my own, sisters pride themselves on appreciating beauty, both of themselves and their surroundings. This isn’t in vain or for shallow reasons, but simply because when we look our best, we feel our best. We are confident and ready to conquer anything. When we wear our letters or represent our houses, we are encouraged to spend a little extra time grooming in the morning to look put together. Similarly when I went on field trips in high school, we were instructed to wear nicer clothes and be nicely groomed because we were representing our school. There’s nothing wrong with taking pride in yourself.
Thirdly, the author tells us that the video is lacking : any mention of core ideals or service and philanthropy efforts”. Recruitment videos are meant to be supplemental. They are shown to PNMs DURING the recruitment process. These PNMs are also talking to the sisters about their values and philanthropies. In fact, when I went through recruitment, the video was shown during our philanthropy round. We met with the girl who was recruiting us, talked about the philanthropy that house was involved in, watched the video, and did a small craft for the philanthropy (i.e. making sugar free iced tea lemonade for the JDRF walk when the philanthropy is Diabetes Research and Education). We don’t see it in the 5 minute video, but we talk about the values of the houses for 4 days, each time we visit.
The author concludes saying “It’s the kind of thing I never want my young daughters to see or emulate.” That’s very sad, I want my daughter to emulate sorority women. Women who share a bond that lasts a lifetime. Women who seek wisdom, who aspire to keep their bodies and minds healthy, speak kindly with those who they meet and cherish the friendships they make along the way. I want her to be a woman who looks for ways to contribute to her community and show respect for herself, her home, and her beliefs. I want my daughter to be honest, kind and sincere. I want her to have high ambitions and find a way to reach them. That is the kind of woman I want to be, I want to raise and that is the kind of woman that is in a sorority.
RANT OVER. Please, just do research and find the appropriate information on a subject before you pass judgment. Not everything about a system can be shown in a 5 minute video that’s meant to be an advertisement.
Almost 24, I have realized that school is a luxury, a privilege that not many people have the opportunity to experience. Up until a few years ago, I didn’t start obsessing about grades like I do now. I am a straight-A, Phi Theta Kappa Honor Society member, who enjoys the satisfaction of earning those A’s. You may be wondering what changed and what my secrets are. I’m about to share with you all my tips and tricks!
I learned to make school a priority: If I truly wanted those grades that other students had, I had to drop the social media, the texting in class, the school night partying, and learn that Netflix will be there when I am ready to watch it. If my friends couldn’t understand that school was going to be number one in my life, they weren’t quality friends anyways.
I invested in a Happy Planner or should I say a Life Saver: Everything and anything that is important goes in my Happy Planner, which means my life revolves around this little book. I also put all of my assignments in on a daily basis from my iStudiez app, which I will go over in the next bullet point. This is helpful because I can quickly reference my planner to see what is due, what I still need to do, and cross off what I have completed, which is seriously satisfying by the way. I know my Happy Planner is somewhat empty for the month of September, it was much fuller in the month of August.
iStudiez Pro: IMMEDIATELY when I receive my syllabus for each class I plug in all the test dates and assignments into this app so I NEVER miss a due date or forget about a test ever again! It is the most fantastic app that is available for homework tracking on the app store. I have it on my Apple Watch, iPhone, iPad, and MacBook Pro. It alerts me when I have class, when assignments are due, and when tests are. I also can plug in my weighted grades, so that I know what my percentages/grades are in my classes at all times. This is helpful if you need to get a grade up or if you want to calculate how well you need to do on a test to achieve a final grade to maintain your GPA. I also like that you can check off your assignments when they are completed and put the grades in at a later date.
Set up chunks of time to complete homework when you’re feeling most productive: Are you a morning person? Do you work better in the evening? Set up blocks twenty-five-minute intervals with five minute rest periods to work on homework when you’re feeling your best! This method is called the Pomodoro Method and you can find printables for it on Tumblr. It is proven to help you remember the most and get the most out of your study sessions. Also, try completing the most difficult tasks first when you have the most energy before you know it you will have knocked out a large chunk of your workload!
Don’t know, ask: This might seem like an unnecessary topic, but I feel like more often than not, instructors have been more than willing and appreciative that I have asked and clarified things. Even recently removed items from a test because they were on a chapter that we didn’t cover. So if you are ever in doubt about something, ask your instructor. They will always be more than willing to help you solve your problem. That’s what they are there for. They want you to be successful!
Participate in discussions: This not only helps you learn and promotes independent thinking, but it earns you your discussion/participation points that most instructors grade you on. I feel the more that I participate in class discussions the less I have to study because I retained more from my lectures. Plus, it demonstrates that you actually did the reading prior to class, brownie points!
The textbook is your friend: Even if the instructor says that you don’t need the book, but it’s recommended. BUY THE FREAKING BOOK! This will only help you! It is full of examples, definitions, and practice problems. It will help explain concepts and help you understand the course material better. There has never been a time where I have regretted purchasing a book for a class. If you can’t afford the book, check with your school library to see if they have a copy. If they do not, google the book with the word free and see if it is available online for free. I found my $145.00 textbook for Organizational Leadership available online free this semester. Lastly, ALWAYS purchase books by the ISBN! You do not want to spend money on the wrong edition!
Check out tutoring centers: My university offers online tutoring for free and also at the larger campus walk-in and by appointment tutoring for many classes. Know what your school offers and take advantage if you need help.
Know your instructor’s office hours: If you need help, this is another place where you can go. Office hours allow you to get one-on-one help with your instructor and ask them questions that they might not necessarily be able to answer in class (because they are specific to you).
Know where you can set up a study group: This is especially helpful if you have a difficult class and many students are struggling to understand a concept or chapter. Most student libraries have rooms that are soundproofed for study groups. Know how to sign up for one of these rooms and the time limits you’re allowed to be in the room. This was especially helpful for my chemistry class freshman year.
Please let me know if you have any questions about college success or any suggestions to add to this post.
Tommy wanted to be a part of Kappa Pi Theta since he saw the house advertised in the college pamphlet. The frat resided in a big old Victorian house on the edge of campus, and was comprised of the burliest and sexiest men. In the 2016 frat picture, all of the men had some form of facial hair, from mustaches to beards to full faces of hair. Best of all, the men LOOKED like men. Some were made of muscle and brawn, some sported chubby muscle, and the rest were just fat and big. He came multiple times to the picture of the frat and knew that’s where he belonged.
Tommy knew the chances of his future brothers being gay were slim to none, but he always bonded well with all sorts of men, so why not make some brothers?
Against the protest of others during the freshman orientation, he went to KPT anyway.
“The guys who start never go home the same,” a junior warned him. “My roommate, Fred, decided to join their frat. Months later he was completely different. It’s not a good idea.”
He opened the door and walked in, expecting to smell stale beer and he masculine smell of men, but was surprised to smell a clean house. Tommy looked around, and didn’t see a single crushed beer can or broken potato chip anywhere. Walking around, he also didn’t see anyone.
“Hello,” he said into the empty void. A few seconds later he heard heavy footsteps fall on the stairs until he was met with a man in a stretched out KPT sweater. The sweater wrapped itself around the mans belly, barely covering the very bottom, revealing a sliver of belly fat and hair.
“Hi! You must be Tommy! Brother Michael said we would be expecting a new pledge today.”
“Yes!” Tommy exclaimed stretching out his hand. As they shook, he said, “Yes I’m very excited to be pledging this week. And you are?”
“I’m Brother John. We always address each other as brother. Except for you. You’re Pledge Tommy. Let me show you to your room.”
As the two men walked up the stairs, Tommy wouldn’t help but watch as Brother John’s ass shook and bounced in his basketball shorts. He ignored his inflating cock and was showed to a small room at the end of the hall.
“So this is your room for now. Pledge week starts soon, but don’t worry. As grueling as it may seem at first, you get used to it after a few days.” He walked over to the dresser and pointed towards the top drawer. “Put on the clothes in here and we will meet you in fifteen minutes. Be ready.” Then Brother John left.
Tommy walked to the dresser and peered inside the drawer. Inside was a jockstrap, tank top, and a silky bathrobe. He wondered why he would be expected to wear this, but from pop culture he knew pledge week was supposed to be hell and embarrassing. Hopefully the brothers aren’t like this, he thought.
Tommy put the clothes on his bed and began to shed his own. Soon, he stood there, naked, looking at his reflection in the mirror. He was chubby and didn’t mind it. He gave his belly a smack and watched it ripple. He didn’t have any stretch marks and was growing hair from his navel up to his soft chest. Further south was a smooth crotch, with a three inch soft cock and low-hanging large egg shaped balls. Tommy grabbed his huge balls, remembering how the boys in school envied his balls, trying to make him feel bad for his gut. But he didn’t care. He loved how big they were and they made him feel manly.
As he slipped on the jock, Tommy marveled at his round bulge jutting out in the front, and how round and thick his ass looked in the back. The tank top, white, hugged his girth, especially his soft chest. His dark brown nipples were clearly visible beneath the stretched fabric. The robe fit him nicely, and did a decent job at hiding his belly.
At fifteen after, there was a knock at the door. He opened it and a sack was put over his head. Tommy stumbled and lost balance as the mysterious figures brought him down the stairs and put him on his knees. The sack came off and he found himself back in the living room, but now the brothers of KPT were in front of him, five in all. They all were wearing the same robes, and from what Tommy could tell, were also only wearing tank tops and their underwear.
“Welcome to Kappa PI Theta hell week,” said the hairy one in front. “I’m Brother Michael, and I am the head of KPT.” Brother Michael was a big man. Tommy looked at his big, sculpted arms, and a chest that seemed to boom out of the robe. His arms were covered in thick black hair, which crawled out of the top of his tank. “This week will be a bitch for you Pledge Tommy. You may not make it. Don’t be surprised when I say we hope you do. You look…” he stopped to observe Tommy. “Promising.” He walked over and helped Tommy to his feet, then removed Tommy’s robe.
“You see Pledge Tommy, we have BIG expectations for the men in this house. There are certain expectations that must be met by the members of the house.” As he spoke, his fingers traced the outline of Tommy’s belly, running up and down. His fingers made their way to his chest, where they lightly brushed his nipples, turning them hard. “Met these requirements and you can stay here as a brother. Do I make myself clear?”
“Y..yes,” stuttered Tommy, tingling from Brother Michael’s touch. He was well aware of the boner in his underwear. On the other hand, so was Brother Michael, who looked down and without any effort, removed Tommy’s underwear.
“Holy fuck,” Tommy heard Brother Michael shout in excitement. “Guys, look at his balls! They’re HUGE!” Brother Zack, however, didn’t give the rest of the boys a chance, as he dug his face into Tommy’s crotch and started licking and sucking his big balls. Tommy’s head rolled back with pleasure as an anonymous hand started to rub his belly, first lightly then grabbing it and shaking it. Another hand reached up and groped his soft chest, pinching his sensitive nipples. Moans began to escape from Tommy’s mouth as another set of hands began to massage his bubble butt, slapping and bouncing his fat ass. He felt a tongue dive between his smooth ass and he wanted to cum so badly. He thought that although no one was paying attention to his dick, he would cum on the spot.
That all change when he felt something press at his lips and he opened up for it. To his surprise, it was a piece of cheesecake. It was the creamiest and thickest cheesecake he ever had. While he didn’t understand why it was happening, he accepted it and took it in. He soon ate the whole piece, while hands rubbed his belly and mouths and tongues caressed every nook and cranny. As he swallowed the last piece, another was presented.
While he ate slice after slice, he was lost in an overdose of pleasure. He couldn’t feel his stomach getting full and becoming bloated. He didn’t notice that the guys were switching off who was sucking balls or rimming his perfect fat boy ass. He wasn’t aware of anything until it suddenly ended, leaving him full with an entire cheesecake and rock hard, still not having cum.
“Okay then,” Brother Michael said taking his face out of Tommy’s ass. “That’s it for today. Brothers, time to adjourn. Pledge Tommy, you may now go back to your room. Welcome to pledge week.”
walked passed strong smells of Abercrombie and the reflective lights in
Swarovski and found himself right where he wanted to be: the Trans-Atlantic
Mall Food Court. While this wasn’t his first time being here since he dropped
out of college, he loved to observe the people who lined up at Panda Express
and McDonalds after a long day of shopping. His favorite thing to do: scope out
the chubby guys. You wouldn’t be able to tell this by looking at Tim. He was
six foot nothing and weighed a steady one hundred and seventy-two pounds and
had always been slim. Alas, he was fascinated by bigger men. From being a small
boy who would stare at his uncle’s bouncing gut, to his past experience in a
frat house with guys whose bodies were built on beer and buffalo wings, he
loved big men who never hid the fact that they were big. His other liking was
big men who couldn’t help but get bigger.
while in line for a salad and diet coke, someone struck his eye. The stranger’s
face was hidden from view, but everything else was clearly visible. The man
wore a black Harry Potter shirt that was pressing very firmly around his ample
belly. He had muscular arms, probably a weight lifter who took bulking a little
too seriously. His thick legs were exposed in a pair of basketball shorts,
which clung to the man’s bubble butt. Tim’s eyes widened as he recognized the
blue and yellow Yin Yang tattoo on his ankle.
he could stop himself, he walked over to the stranger and said, “Ken
man turned around, surprised someone here would know who he was, but smiled
when he saw Tim. “Holy shit bro, no way!” He stepped away from the counter and
hugged Tim. “How are you! I haven’t seen you since last semester.” That seemed
like a lifetime ago to Tim.
too bad. Just taking a break. Got a small apartment a few minutes from here.
came home from the summer, but due to family issues I had to leave. Hey, how
about you go get a table and I’ll join you in a sec. Gotta order my lunch.”
took his salad and sat in the empty section of the food court, around the
corner from the Dairy Queen. He watched as Ken walked towards him with a tray
stacked with Burger King. Two whoppers, a medium fry, four chicken nuggets, and
a large coke. Tim ignored the swelling of his dick as Ken sat down.
going on at home,” Tim asked, opening his salad.
just some bullshit, nothing Important.” He looked up at Tim and smiled. “Same
old Tim. The only healthy man in Kappa Theta Nu.”
someone had to be. One guy out of twelve had to remain sober and somewhat
healthy. By the way you’re looking good,” Tim said smiling at him. Tim could
tell Ken seemed down, so he thought a compliment would lift his spirits.
man. To be honest, I’ve been feeling off lately. Had an issue with my ankle
after you left and haven’t been able to work out as much.” He placed his hand
on his stomach. “The freshman fifteen caught up with me I suppose.”
you look fine.” Tim watched as Ken finished one Big Mac and made his way to the
chicken nuggets. “The fifteen never killed anyone. And you’ll be able to lose
it in no time.”
whatever. So why did you leave school anyway? What did you parents say?”
he recanted the story for the tenth time about how he left school due to
unhappiness and was kicked out of his parent’s house, Tim watched Ken as he ate
the food on his tray without so much as taking a breath. He took the lid off
his soda and seemed to pour the contents down his throat without even
swallowing. Tim’s heart started to beat fast as he rubbed his belly and leaned
that hit the spot,” he said, followed by a loud belch. “Hey, do you live
took Tim a few seconds to break from the trance Ken’s gut had put him into.
“Umm what? Oh yeah, I live alone. Why do you ask?”
I left yesterday and slept in my car last night. I don’t have a ton of money
and don’t have anywhere else to go. I was wondering if I could crash at your
yeah, that’s cool,” he said, getting up and grabbed all the garbage. “Wait
here, I’ll be right back.” Tim left him sitting there digesting his feast,
while he went to Dairy Queen. Tim grabbed a small cone for himself, and bought
Ken a large double chocolate cone, partly out of kindness, and also because he
was eager to test Ken’s limits.
face lit up when he saw his treat. “Man, you shouldn’t have. I don’t think I
can finish this myself.” He took the ice cream anyway and took a chunk off the
two of them walked around the mall and ate their ice cream. Tim took whatever
chance he could to look at Ken’s stomach, which was now pressing tighter
against the fabric of the shirt, which was now riding up just enough to see
part of Ken’s belly.
you know this is like the third time you’ve looked at my gut, right?” Ken asked
him, before biting into the empty cone.
couldn’t speak, but was luckily cut off by Ken’s loud laugh. “I’m only kidding.
But yeah, it is a bit different.” He slapped his gut, which sounded like a
tight drum. “Took me a while to get used to. Not to mention the family.” Then
he stopped talking and got a sad expression on his face.
up?” I asked him.
“Nothing, can we leave? I’m tired.”
at Tim’s apartment, Ken went straight to the shower and took a nap on the couch
while Tim took care of some bills. Frustrated with his credit score and his
dipshit boss at the bakery, he looked over at Ken and watched him sleep. Ken’s
bottom half was wrapped up in a blanket, and the rest of him was squeezed into
a plan white tank top. Probably a medium, it was practically a second skin on
Ken’s body. Chest hair rose at the top and his nipples pokes through the
fabric. His stuffed belly lifted and sank in the tank top, his belly button
looking like a small crater. Tim felt his dick again get hard, which was now
hard to conceal in his boxers. He thought about Ken stuffing himself on
McDonald’s earlier that day and how he went from athletic with abs to below an
ex-jock with muscular arms and a college man’s belly. His dick poked through the
hole of his boxers as he imagined Ken eating more and more, his belly becoming
rounder and harder to hide in his shirts. His chest would become covered in a
layer of fat, maybe his nipples would get puffier, his ass getting bouncier.
And all the while there Tim would be, rubbing Ken’s fattening body as they
began to stir and wake up, forcing Tim to run out of the room to cover up his
boner. Scrambling for something baggy, he heard Ken holler “Hey, is there
anything for dinner?”
walked out, dick fully hidden. “There is a lasagna from my mom in the freezer.
It’ll be a while before it’s done.”
said Ken as he sat up, pulling on his tank to cover an inch of exposed belly
fat. “I’ll be back in a few then. Please bake it.” He put on his flip flops,
grabbed his keys and wallet and was out the door.
Ummm, okay, Tim thought. He grabbed the
lasagna and put it in the oven, deciding he would nap until the timer went off.
No knowing where Ken went.
quickly dozed off and was woken up by the sound of crumpling wrappers. He
rolled over on the couch, his vision going from blurry to normal, as he saw Ken
devouring a sandwich.
know, I did put the lasagna in the oven,” he said to Ken.
And I’ll still eat it,” he said in an annoyed tone.
everything okay? You seem a little upset.”
looked up at Tim, red eyed as if he had been crying for a while. “Yeah. I’m
fucking fine.” The timer went off, and before Tim could get up, Ken put on oven
mitts and placed the steaming hot lasagna on the stove. They sat in silence as
the lasagna cooled enough for it to be served. While Ken scooped out hearty
sized portions into bowls, Tim went to the table and saw five empty Wendy’s
wrappers on the table. He looked up as Ken turned around, bowls in hand, and an
even fuller belly barely covered by the tank top. The tank had risen up past
his belly button, hair exposed, belly out in the open.
staring. Yes, I’m a fat fuck now.”
took his bowl. “You can lose the attitude. I didn’t mean any offense.”
right. You don’t mean it. My parents didn’t mean it. Who the fuck is next?”
Before Tim could reply, Ken took his
bowl and went into the spare bedroom.
woke up a few hours later, this time to the sounds of clinking and groaning. He
rushed onto his feet and ran into the kitchen, what he saw stopping him dead in
his tracks. There, on the floor, in just a pair of underwear was Ken. His gut
was big and swollen, most of the lasagna gone. One hand was placed on his gut,
the other clutching his fork.
What happened to you?”
sobs, Ken explained. His dad was angry when Ken came home, chunkier than when
he left. “No star athlete son of mine will be a fat hog.” So Ken left, eating
whenever he became upset. When he left the apartment earlier, he got a call
from his dad saying how he was now disowned and his college wouldn’t be paid
don’t know what I’m going to do anymore, Tim. I really don’t. And now I’m some
fat lardass who can’t stop eating.” Tim felt for the poor guy, knowing how far
parents’ disapproval and disappointment can push a person. And there was Ken,
sobbing on his kitchen floor, lasagna sauce around his mouth, little less than
half a lasagna sitting next to him. That’s when Tim got the idea.
know what you’re going to do.” He took the fork out of Ken’s hand, scooped some
lasagna, and brought the fork to Ken’s quivering lips. Ken, wide eyed, opened
up and swallowed the chunk whole. No words said.
the clumps of lasagna got bigger, and Ken managed to stuff more into this
already stuffed gut, Tim’s clothes started to come off, and his free hand
explored Ken’s body. He felt the bit, tight gut that was still being filled
with lasagna. He felt the pecs that began to feel soft, rubbing his hand over
Ken’s perky (and sensitive nipples). He looked below Ken’s belly and saw a
rock-hard cock, constricted by a pair of tight underwear. He grabbed ahold of
the cock and said “That’s right. Finish all this food big guy.” All Ken could
do was groan in compliance and as he ate bite after bite, his cock began to get
harder and leak pre cum. Tim managed to get Ken’s underwear off his chunky
thighs and slowly stroked the big man’s cock as the lasagna was at last
devoured. Tim leaned in and kissed Ken, tasting lasagna as Ken breathed deep.
He sighed and came thick streams all over Tim’s arm. They kissed some more
before Tim helped the stuffed and bloated Ken onto his feet and into the
bed, right before Tim dozed off, Ken scooted down the bed and plopped Tim’s
dick in his mouth. As the fat man worked Tim’s dick, thought of fattening up
Ken took over his mind. Smaller clothes, stretchmarks, a bigger ass was all it
took to make Tim shoot into Ken’s hungry mouth. As Ken got up on his knees, Tim
swore Ken looked bigger than he did a few minutes previously.
his vision got blurry and his eyes heavy, Tim muttered, “I love you.”
last thing he heard as he felt a stuffed gut press against him was, “I love you
It means, that we’ll be offering college events for a ‘verse’ type of situation for ya’ll to claim and write. We’ll give you character specifics for this universe (which I’ll have typed up here.) that you can reference. (We’ll be including most everyone from the Marvel Netflix series so you can write them!)
What are the rules?
It’s simple, message me @nxtyourfirstrodeo if you’d like a specific event/fic you want to write & I’ll add you to that. Just write it! It’s first come first serve though, if you’d like to attempt to do a joint effort with the person who got first dibs, you’re welcome to do that. Otherwise, pick something else! You can write smut or fluff. It’s up to you. You’re also welcome to do something angsty, but we figured Kastle is angsty in canon so fluff would be more fun in an AU setting. ;-)
Where do I post updates of it?
You can post it both here & on A03. The special tag we’re going to give it is: U Never Lie To Me. Get it? U as in…. University? We’re so clever. ;-) So you can post anything on the series to that tag. Hell, make fanart or something if you’re inspired. I’m sure we’d all love it!
@thesandwich-savedme will update more/new events you can claim as she comes up with them so keep an eye on this post, I’ll reblog it as often as I remember! There might be more added depending on the interest of this! :-)
Setting: Columbia University
Karen Page: Sophomore. Journalism major. Works for the school paper, Overachiever. Matt Murdock’s ex. Jessica Jones’ roommate. Probably in too many clubs on campus.
Frank Castle: Junior. ROTC. Tight End for the Columbia University football team. (Nickname is The Punisher) Undecided major. Loves dogs and coffee. Has a dog named Max. (Who may or may not have been swiped from & been a rival teams mascot…) Plays guitar and sings but literally no one knows about that.
Matt Murdock: Junior. Pre-law. Karen’s ex. Elektra’s new boyfriend. Foggy’s best friend. Doesn’t like Frank Castle. Has ‘spidey senses’, according to Foggy, despite being blind. Is in (or founded, it’s unclear) the Parkour club on campus.
Foggy Nelson: Junior. Pre-law. Matt’s best friend. Karen’s friend. Marci’s boyfriend. Kills it on the dance floor. National Honor Society. Obsessed with the Drama department.
Elektra Natchios: Junior. International Affairs major. Diplomats daughter. Filthy Rich. Member of Kappa Alpha Theta sorority. Bitchy and ambitious. #HeadBitchInCharge.
Marci Stahl: Junior. Pre-law. Not super rich, but well off family. Member of Alpha Chi Omega sorority. Foggy’s girlfriend since Freshman year. Takes sorority rivalry with KAT seriously. (Aka nemesis to Elektra) Also in the National Honor Society.
Claire Temple: Senior. Pre-med. #SoDone with these kids and their shit. Mother Hen. Patches up too many people when she should be sleeping or studying. Science tutor for extra cash. Pretends she’s not into Luke Cage. (But totally is)
Luke Cage: Junior. Humanities major. Defensive end for the Columbia University football team. Close friends with Frank. Super into Claire and hits on her a lot.
Jessica Jones: Sophomore. Photography major. Karen’s roommate. Pretends she hates her, but secretly cares about her. Best friend to Trish Walker. Goes to all the campus parties for the free booze. Life motto: ‘Messy hair. Don’t care’ and owns a coffee mug with that on it unironically. Baggy sweatshirt connoisseur.
Trish Walker: Sophomore. Mass Communications major. Best friend to Jessica Jones. Works at the University radio station. Member of Alpha Chi Omega sorority. (Much to Elektra’s dismay) Is on Elektra’s ‘shit list’ because of that.
Danny Rand: Junior. Business major. Richer than Elektra. It’s debatable if he ever even attends classes. Is that weird kid who does meditation and yoga on the lawn a lot. Everyone mocks him until they need his help getting their stress levels down during finals. Dresses like a hippie a lot. Hacky sack enthusiast. Voice of zen and calmness.
Colleen Wing: Junior. Business major. Too nice. Probably helps everyone else before doing anything for herself. Danny’s high school sweetheart. Founded and runs the Women’s Self-Defense club on campus. Don’t hurt any of her friends or she’ll hunt you down. Is nice till you piss her off. Lacrosse team. (Postion Defender)
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Karen interviews Frank for the school paper
Karen turns a study session into stalking Frank of FB (or visa versa)