#big ten

[wrestlingisbest]

[antrea]

[26.03.26] vs. university of connecticut (ncaa first round)

[the-football-chick]

[itsmythang]

so, after everything they’ve done to suppress black voting power—

If they dislike black people so much, why are they so comfortable profiting from the labor, talent, and bodies of black athletes?

college sports generates billions.

For the 2024–25 fiscal year, the Big Ten reportedly distributed around $1.37 billion to member schools, averaging more than $76 million per school.

the sec also brought in a record-breaking roughly $1.1 billion.

media deals, expansion, television money, sponsorships—all flowing through systems where black athletes, especially in football and basketball, drive enormous value.

the question people keep asking is simple:

If black voices are targeted at the ballot box, why is black excellence always welcomed on the field?

[etheltempest]

that’s my son and i am proud 🥲

[azeray]

[freshthoughts2020]

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[fantillisgirl]

The Way Things Go

contains: angst, breaks up

summary: it’s really just the way things go, and ryan figures that out the hard way

notes: me and @lukesvangelista planned this yet what shocked 😭

“right person. wrong time. wrong person, wrong time.”

october 31, 2025

Ohio State university

—————

ryan had always been then one you went to. and when he wasn’t that person anyone he didn’t know who he was.

someone who would have to move it, see life through things without you. without the one he loves by his side.

when you broke up with him he was broken, no one could comfort him. not even hockey. he played the game, sure.

but it wasn’t him on the ice, it was a shadow of himself on the ice. a shadow he didn’t know how to control or even get rid of.

he wanted himself back on the ice, he wanted to be the one on the ice not some shadow of himself.

he wanted to be himself again. he’s prayed every night to be himself over and over again. he’s never be the same again.

but that’s, the way things go. and it will always be that way, he couldn’t change it. he couldn’t change the fact you broke him, made him a shadow of himself.

he sat in his apartment, scribbling down things on his homework sheet. but he couldn’t focus on his work.

he stared off into space, he didn’t have a good feeling in his stomach. he felt off, like something bad was gonna happen, the exact same feeling when you broke up with him.

it’s like he sensed your presences. you sneaking behind him just to stab him in the back again.

he jumped at the knock on the door, he opened it. it was you, with a box and a bag full of stuff. “this is all your stuff, take it.” you shoved it at him.

he took the box and sat it down along with the bag. “thanks.” he watched you leave, again. you left him.

standing out by the door, as the rain poured and poured. he closed the door, gripping the handle. he leaned his head against the door.

he needed to get used to how it was. the way it goes.

the way it ended, the way you yelled in his face, told him you never wanted to see him again, like all 4 years of your relationship never mattered to you.

you just threw him out in the trash, like some piece of paper and never looked back. but he kept looking back. he’ll always look back.