Requiem for a Broken Dream.
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Requiem for a Broken Dream.
This boy really going nuclear. 2,000 yards might be in play next week
Requiem for a Broken Dream.
Sandusky got nothing on what this running game is going to inflict on that program
saving up for those last two upgrades to elusiveness was worth the wait
with the speed upgrade, finally starting to get some explosive runs. i was thinking of tuning the speed threshold to limit those but fuck that, last year. we might as well ball!Captain Canada wrote: ↑31 Oct 2024, 10:26This boy really going nuclear. 2,000 yards might be in play next week
Requiem for a Broken Dream.
Season 8, Episode 17
Kam stood nervously in the bustling studio, surrounded by a sea of equipment and crew members. The bright lights beat down on him, making beads of sweat form on his forehead. He tugged at the collar of his jersey, still stiff with newness.
"Alright, Kam, let's see that stiff arm," called out the photographer, a lanky guy with thick-rimmed glasses.
Kam nodded, extending his arm to recreate the iconic symbol. He had meant to break it out in celebration during the UCLA game but it had slipped his mind all three times he reached the endzone. The only upside was he’d have an even bigger stage to break out the celebration this weekend.
“Let’s see The Jumpman now,” the photographer encouraged, “I want to see power too, like you’re about to dunk on the entire team.”
Kam held back as he jumped into the air, feeling some tightness in his hamstring and ankle. He had gotten use to the general stiffness he’d feel throughout the early portion of the week but like clockwork, it would loosen up just in time for Saturday afternoons when it mattered the most.
“Ready for the next set?” an assistant approached the photographer, who nodded as he reviewed the pictures in his camera. She disappeared into the green room and reappeared surrounded by five giants, also known as Michigan’s starting offensive line.
“I knew your ass would have makeup on,” Kyree teased, dapping up the star running back along with the rest of the team.
“Not my fault I’m a superstar,” Kam shrugged, “Besides, it ain’t really make up for real.”
“Yeah, aight,” Kyree sucked his teeth.
“I need you guys to hold him up in the air, like he’s just hanging out, laying down, not a care in the world. Y’all can do that or do I need to edit that in?” the photographer asked, looking towards the hulking men in front of him.
“Hell yeah, we can do that,” Desmond replied, “But if his nuts on the back of my head like in the Iowa game, we’re going to move some furniture around.”
The room erupted in laughter as the offensive linemen hoisted Kam into the air, their massive arms supporting him like a human hammock. Kam tried to relax, letting his body go limp as he stared up at the studio's ceiling. The photographer circled them, snapping rapid-fire shots from various angles.
"Perfect, guys! Now let's get a few with Kam standing on their shoulders," the photographer directed.
As they rearranged themselves, Kam couldn't help but marvel at how surreal this all felt. Just a few years ago, he was at Ball State, set to redshirt for one of the worst teams in the MAC and now he was the face of one of college football's most storied programs.
After a few more poses and outfit changes, the photographer finally called it a wrap. As the crew began breaking down the set, Kam chatted with his teammates, all of them eager to get back to campus and grab dinner.
The folks from Jordan Brand had began to pack their stuff up and always mindful of Mark’s advice, Kam was intentional on thanking each member.
"You guys were great," one of the crew members told him as she shook his hand. "I gotta say, I was really looking forward to shooting you guys in LA. The beach shots would've been sick."
Kam furrowed his brow, confusion evident on his face. "In LA?”
The crew member's eyes widened slightly, realizing she might have said something she shouldn't have. "Oh, uh... I thought you knew. We originally planned to do the shoot in Los Angeles last week, but your team turned it down.”
“Oh, nah, I ain’t heard of that,” Kam tried to play it off, a bit embarrassed that he was learning about it for the first time.
As they left the studio, Kam's mind raced as he couldn’t shake the feeling of being bothered that the team had made the decision for him. Any and all excitement for the photoshoot was soon replaced by an uneasy feeling that was beginning to bubble into anger. He had more than held up his side of the bargain and had been a model citizen while doing so and yet, he still felt like he was the one on probation, the one that had to prove himself and only operate within the lines.
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They sat at a corner table in the bustling Woodworth dining hall, their trays laden with an assortment of foods from the various stations. The din of conversation and clattering dishes filled the air as students moved about, grabbing last-minute lunches before afternoon classes.
Yassy picked at her salad, her mind still preoccupied with her most recent class. She twirled a cherry tomato on her fork, barely listening as Tess rambled on about her latest Tinder disaster.
"He even tried to play off asking me to split the bill," Tess exclaimed, gesticulating wildly with her fork.
"Mm-hmm," Yassy mumbled, her eyes unfocused as she stared at the colorful mural on the far wall.
Suddenly, a familiar voice cut through the background noise, causing Yassy to stiffen. "I can’t believe you guys are still eating at this place.”
Steven stood there, grinning widely, his backpack slung over one shoulder and a tray balanced in his hands. Yassy's stomach clenched as memories of their last encounter flooded back - the misunderstanding that had left things awkward between them.
Cynthia, oblivious to the tension, got up and hugged him. "We get it, you graduated already, stop rubbing it in our faces.”
Steven slid into the seat next to Cynthia, directly across from Yassy. She forced a smile, avoiding direct eye contact as she suddenly became very interested in arranging her napkin.
"So, how's it going?" Steven asked, his tone casual as he picked at the food on Cynthia’s tray. "You’re going to Penn State, right?”
Yassy nodded, still not meeting his gaze. "Yup, I’ll probably head out Friday.”
An uncomfortable silence fell over the table, broken only by the sounds of chewing and the occasional scrape of utensils against plates. Tess, sensing the awkwardness, tried to fill the void with chatter about her classes and the latest campus gossip.
Steven nodded along politely, but Yassy could feel his eyes on her. S
Finally, during a lull in Tess’ monologue, Steven cleared his throat. "So, uh, Yassy... I was wondering if you might be able to hook us up with some tickets for the game? I’ve been holding off on the ticket requests for a while, after Cyn chewed my ass out, but I’ve got to ask for that game.”
“Come on,” Cynthia poked him in the ribs with her elbow, “Forget he even asked.”
“Please don’t,” Steven smiled, “I’d owe you the world if you could come through.”
“I don’t have any tickets,” she stammered, “It doesn’t really work like that for road games.”
“I wouldn’t mind going to a home game,” Steven fired back, “Doesn’t even have to be a big one.”
“You’re embarrassing yourself and me,” Cynthia shook her head with a smile, “I’m sorry, Yas.”
“You don’t have to come,” Steven shrugged, “I’m sure me and Yassy would be turned up out there, wouldn’t we?”
Yassy's fork clattered against her plate as she abruptly stood up, nearly knocking over her water glass in the process. "Oh, shoot! I just remembered I have a meeting with my advisor. I totally forgot."
She hurriedly gathered her things, avoiding their confused look as she quickly marched out of the dining hall.
Requiem for a Broken Dream.
Kam ass always nervous everywhere. Pussy ass
Yassy getting piped by Steven in 3 updates. Revenge sex for Ashley.
Yassy getting piped by Steven in 3 updates. Revenge sex for Ashley.
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Captain Canada
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Requiem for a Broken Dream.
The vision is clear, Yassy about to fold.
Requiem for a Broken Dream.
MICH (8-1, 6-0) | 7 | 14 | 3 | 14 | 38
PSU (8-1, 5-1) | 0 | 0 | 7 | 0 | 7
MICH QB CJ Carr: 14-22, 175 yds, 2 TD, INT, sacked twice
MICH HB Kamaldeen Seidu-Harris: 21 att, 154 yds, 3 TD, 4 rec, 53 yds, TD
MICH WR Martin Feliciano: 3 rec, 41 yds
PSU QB George Obasuyi: 9-19, 71 yds, INT, sacked twice
PSU HB Tim Mafi: 11 att, 85 yds, TD
PSU S Dakaari Nelson: 6 tkl, TFL, sack
Season Stats 240 att, 1904 yds, 16 TD, 13 rec, 141 yds, 2 TD
Remaining Schedule at Michigan State, vs. Illinois, vs. Ohio State
CFP Ranking
1. NC State, 9-0
2. Michigan, 8-1
3. LSU, 9-0
4. Colorado, 9-0
5. Rutgers, 9-1
6. Baylor, 9-0
7. Florida, 7-2
8. Auburn, 7-2
9. Virginia Tech, 8-1
10. Penn State, 8-1
11. Purdue, 7-2
12. Texas A&M, 8-2
13. Minnesota, 8-1
14. USC, 7-2
15. Louisville, 8-2
B10 Standings
1. Michigan (8-1, 6-0)
2. Rutgers (9-1, 6-1)
3. Minnesota (8-1, 5-1)
4. Penn State (8-1, 5-1)
5. Maryland (6-3, 4-2)
6. Nebraska (6-3, 4-2)
7. Purdue (7-2, 4-2)
8. USC (7-2, 4-2)
Requiem for a Broken Dream.
that would be nasty work after she made our boy wait.
Requiem for a Broken Dream.
With 4 tuddies in a big gameRequiem for a Broken Dream.
Nothing worse than when you help a chick move past her trauma only for another nigga to come through and reap the rewards smh
Crazy what a great oline can do
Requiem for a Broken Dream.
Season 8, Episode 18
Kam shuffled through the sea of blue and maize, the cheers and chants washing over him like white noise. The student center was packed with students decked out in Wolverines gear, their faces painted and voices hoarse from shouting as if the game wasn’t several days away.
He felt Zoe's eyes on him as he posed for yet another selfie with an eager freshman. Her invitation to this pep rally had caught him off guard as he was, unofficially at least, not permitted on campus. He felt naked and exposed, not having his usual guys — Desmond, Nate, Kyree, et al — around him. Instead, it was mostly redshirts and walk-ons that had been invited, both as a reprieve for the usual star players requested for these type of events and also an opportunity to get some of the lesser known guys some shine.
"Kam!" Zoe's voice cut through the chaos, and he turned to see her waving him over. She stood with a small group of students, their faces alight with excitement. As he approached, Kam noticed they weren't wearing the typical pep rally attire. Instead, they sported an eclectic mix of vintage band tees and thrift store finds.
"Hey," he said, his voice barely audible above the crowd.
"Guys, this is Kam. Kam, meet the squad: Lena, Anthony, and Jade."
Lena, a petite girl with a nose ring and dyed purple hair, gave a little wave. Anthony, tall and lanky with thick-rimmed glasses, nodded coolly. Jade, her dark skin glowing against a yellow crop top, flashed a brilliant smile.
"We were beginning to think that she was lying about knowing you," Jade said, flashing a smile. "We thought our girl was going crazy on us.”
Kam felt his cheeks warm, unsure how to respond. He glanced at Zoe, who shook her head with a coy smile.
"We're planning a trip to New York next month," Jade continued. "Any recommendations?"
“He’s from Jersey, not New York,” Zoe interjected, “You’re making us look bad.”
“Sort of the same thing,” Anthony added, “Or is there like some internal tri-state beef that we’re not aware of.”
“There’s definitely some of that,” Kam scoffed, “But where in the city are you guys going to?”
“We’re staying in NoHo but we’re hoping to hit all of the boroughs honestly, if we can,” Lena responded.
"Well," he started, his voice growing stronger, "The best breakfast spot I’ve ever been to is in Harlem, Boulevard Bistro. It’s going to cost you, I ain’t going to hold you, but it’s pretty good.”
Anthony leaned in, intrigued. "We don’t all have million dollar deals like you but if you say it’s worth it.”
“Ton,” Zoe shot her friend a glare.
A small smile tugged at Kam's lips. "Trust me, it's worth the money, even before I had this million dollar deal that everyone says I have. But you’ve got a bunch of places really, especially once you’re in that Midtown area. You’ve got Las Lap, Sei Less, Skinos. There’s rooftop near Brooklyn, Rainforest something.”
As Kam spoke, he felt the tension in his shoulders start to ease. Lena chimed in with questions about some non-touristy places to visit, and soon they were all huddled together, Kam's phone out as he showed them pictures of his favorite spots in the city.
For a moment, the roar of the crowd faded away, and Kam felt a strange sense of belonging. It was different from the camaraderie of the locker room or the electric energy of the field. Here, surrounded by Zoe and her friends, he wasn't Kam the star running back that was bought and paid for. He was just Kam, a kid from Montvale, New Jersey.
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The ice clinked softly against the glass as Snow raised it to his lips, savoring the burn as the amber liquid slid down his throat. The bar was quiet, only a handful of patrons scattered about, their hushed conversations barely audible over the rap music playing in the background. It was the quiet before the storm as the dancers filled into the locker room downstairs, no rush to be the first one to hit the stage.
The gentle scrape of the swinging door behind the bar caught his attention. Ravie stepped through, adjusting her top as she prepared to begin her shift. She moved with practiced ease, checking the liquor bottles and wiping down the bar.
As she made her way down the bar, her eyes met Snow's. A flicker of recognition passed between them, and she paused in front of him.
"Hey," she said softly, feeling a warmth she hadn’t felt before in his presence.
Snow nodded in acknowledgment, his face carefully neutral. "How’s life treating you, baby girl?”
“I’m doing good,” Ravie hesitated for a moment, then leaned in slightly. "I just wanted to say... thank you. You really saved my girl with that.”
Snow's brow furrowed slightly, his eyes fixed on his glass. "Don't know what you're talking about," he mumbled, taking another sip of his drink.
A small smile tugged at the corner of Ravie's lips. She understood the unspoken agreement to keep things understated. "Well, anyway," she continued, grabbing a rag to wipe down the bar, "first drink's on the house tonight."
“Aren’t they always?” Snow laughed to himself as he downed his drink.
As she turned to tend to another customer, Snow's eyes followed her movement. For a brief moment, their gazes locked again, a current of unspoken understanding passing between them. Then, just as quickly, the moment passed, and they both returned to their respective roles.
The night wore on, the bar slowly filling with the after-work crowd. Snow remained in his seat, occasionally catching glimpses of Ravie as she moved effortlessly behind the bar, mixing drinks and chatting with customers. Each time their eyes met, there was a flicker of something but neither acknowledged it openly.
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Lana's trembling hands reached for the crystal decanter, sloshing the clear liquid into a smudged tumbler. The clink of ice cubes against glass echoed through the cavernous penthouse, a stark contrast to the muffled sounds of the city far below.
She shuffled across the plush carpet, her bare feet sinking into its softness. The floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of Manhattan's glittering skyline, but Lana barely noticed. Her unfocused gaze was fixed on the drink in her hand, watching the light dance across its surface as she swirled the glass.
The apartment, once a testament to wealth and taste, now bore witness to Lana's slow descent. Lana collapsed onto the leather sofa, her silk robe falling open to reveal skin that had lost its healthy glow. Dark circles shadowed her eyes, stark against her fading complexion. She took a long swig of her drink, relishing the burn as it slid down her throat.
Her gaze wandered to the coffee table, where a small mirror lay next to a razor blade and a few stray lines of white powder. The sight sent a jolt of anticipation through her body, momentarily cutting through the fog of alcohol and lethargy.
With practiced ease, she leaned forward, her movements fluid despite her intoxication. The familiar ritual brought a fleeting sense of purpose to her otherwise aimless existence. As the powder disappeared, Lana felt the rush course through her veins, a temporary reprieve from the emptiness that threatened to consume her.
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The once-bustling student center now felt cavernous, their footsteps echoing off the high ceilings.
Kam paused, a handful of maize and blue confetti trickling through his fingers. He watched Zoe across the room, her hair swinging as she wrestled an oversized "Go Blue!" banner from the wall.
"Need a hand?" he called out, already moving towards her.
Zoe glanced over her shoulder, blowing a stray strand of hair from her face. "I've got it," she insisted, even as the banner threatened to engulf her.
Kam chuckled, reaching up to easily detach the stubborn corner. "Yup, looks like you got it under control," he teased gently.
Their eyes met as the banner fluttered to the ground between them. For a moment, the air seemed to still, charged with an unspoken tension.
Zoe broke the silence first, clearing her throat. "Thanks," she murmured, ducking her head to gather the fallen banner.
Kam knelt to help, their hands brushing as they folded the unwieldy fabric. She found herself hyper-aware of his proximity, his vastness seemingly engulfing her even from afar.
"So," Zoe ventured, her voice soft in the empty room, "Did my friends annoy you to death?”
Kam considered for a moment. "They seem cool," he admitted. "Different from what I expected."
Zoe raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what did you expect?"
He shrugged, suddenly self-conscious. "I don't know. More... preppy, I guess? Like the rest of the people here.”
A laugh bubbled from Zoe's lips, genuine and warm. "I definitely get what you mean. It’s almost why I didn’t run.”
“So why did you run?”
“They convinced me that there were more people like us than they cared to admit,” she shrugged, “Truth be told, it was really Ethan’s idea, he just thought that…”
“You checked all the boxes?”
“Triple minority,” she mockingly pointed her fingers towards her face, “But it’s actually pretty cool to be able to make an impact on campus and stuff. I don’t know, it’s kind of corny but I really wish I do…well, we leave an impact here. I do love this place.”
"I'm starting to see that," Kam replied, a grin spreading across his face.
They fell into silence again, but it felt different now – comfortable, almost intimate. As they worked, Zoe found herself stealing glances at Kam, noticing the way he moved with purpose yet with no hurried movements, doing things at his own pace. There was a general calm about him, an understated confidence that she envied.
When the last of the decorations had been cleared away, they stood in the center of the room, surveying their handiwork. The space felt different now, stripped of its pep rally fervor. In the quiet, Zoe could almost imagine it was just the two of them in the world.
"Well," Kam said, breaking the spell, "I guess that's it."
Zoe nodded, suddenly reluctant to leave. "Yeah, I guess so."