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Greyson Chance comes out as gay
"I am happy, I am here for you, and I am proud of who I am."

Greyson Chance, the 19-year-old singer who got his start as a kid singing on YouTube and the Ellen Show, came out as gay in an Instagram post this week.

You might remember Chance as the amazing then-12-year-old who performed Lady Gaga’s Paparazzi at his school talent show years ago. Ellen signed him to her label soon after. He says he’s known he was gay since he was 16, but took his time to get ready to tell the world. 

Here’s what he wrote on Instagram:

The decision to write this came after I received a message from a brave individual. Such message inspired me to shed light on an aspect of my private life which I have kept distant from my career in music. I came to fully recognize that I was gay when I was sixteen. I decided not to publicize my sexuality largely due to a matter of privacy, as I was still trying to find comfort and confidence within my own skin. Further, I always found conversations regarding music, politics, art, books – and the greatness of Nas’ catalog – to be far more interesting than what type of guy I was into. This is still true today. While this message is most definitely overdue, I encourage anyone who is navigating their sexuality to devote as much time as they need to the process of finding self-confidence, self-acceptance, and self-love. Hell, for me, it took years to write this message. Nevertheless, I figured now was the time to let a few more friends know that I am happy, I am here for you, and I am proud of who I am. 

Congratulations, Greyson! 

My Word is My Bond

Part Three

Originally posted by bipolar-faerie

Pairings: Jughead x reader, Sabrina x reader (platonic)

Summary: After her confrontation with Jughead, the reader is left heartbroken and confused. Will Jughead ever speak to her again?

Warnings: slight angst

Part One

This is hell. I can’t sleep. I’ve been staring at the ceiling in the dark for hours, hoping I’ll get a call from Jughead. At this point, I’d be grateful if he just sent a text telling me our friendship was over and he didn’t want to see me anymore. At least then I’d know what he’s thinking. My mind keeps replaying the look on his face when I told him, trying to make sense of it. Was it betrayal? Or disgust? It might have been panic. Or a mixture of the three.

Whatever it was, it wasn’t good.

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Second Chances.

I was drowning myself
In whiskey and regret
When she walked through the door,
A glowing apparition
That made my gut churn
And my head spin
With knowing.

I could taste her on my tongue,
That last time we laid
In fields of green
During a golden summer.
Her laughter is in my mind,
A crown of flowers,
Painstakingly picked,
A halo
Atop her chestnut curls.
Green eyes glittering
With mirth,
Her hand warm and soft
In mine.

Until it wasn’t.

Those emerald eyes I knew so well
Find me
Across the room,
And I am transfixed.
Loving her was never a choice,
It was in my blood.
I just realized it thirty years
Too late.

My mother once told me,
‘Nothing good can come
From second chances
Or broken promises,’
And oh god how I wish she was wrong.
Because I can still feel that fair skin,
Lush feminine heat enveloping me
As her body lay nestled in my arms.
But that’s the thing about brokenness,
Even though the cracks
Let some light shine through,
The root of darkness still lies within.

And I was always far too broken
To ever hold something that
Beautiful
In my hands.

s. k. g.

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Anthony Trujillo - Lost Phone

You and your boyfriend, Anthony, had decided to go out for a walk around LA.  On your walk, you managed to misplace your phone.  You’d used Find My iPhone to find it, and tracked it to the park you’d circled around twice.

“I’ll look over by that tree,” you said, pointing to a tree that had a lot of people surrounding it.  “You start asking around.”  You ran off without waiting for Anthony to respond to you.  You ran over to the tree and started scouting around.  You knew you’d be able to spot it because you had an un-released Chance and Anthony phone case on it, so you’d be the only person with that case.

You saw a woman sitting at the base of the tree, looking at a phone in her hands.  You caught a half-second-long glimpse of the Chance and Anthony logo, and ran over to her.  “Excuse me?” you said as you walked up to the woman, “I think that’s my phone.”

The woman looked at you.  “What makes you say that?”  The woman was glaring daggers at you.

“T-The phone case,” you said.  “It’s not released yet, so I’m the only person who could have it.”

Within two seconds, the phone case was off the phone and in two pieces.  “What phone case?” the woman asked.

“I’m in the lock screen.  It’s a picture of me and my boyfriend.”

She rolled her eyes.  “Look, girly, this might’ve been your phone, but it isn’t anymore.  So I suggest you scram before someone gets hurt.”

You took a deep breath and shook your head.  “I’m not leaving without my phone.”

The woman slowly stood up and pulled something from her pocket.  “I’ll give you one last chance to back down.”

You looked at her hand.  She was holding a knife.  But still, you wouldn’t back down.  That phone had all your pictures of you and Anthony on it, you weren’t going to give it up that easily.  “Give me my phone.”

Within the next second, you were on the ground.  You expected to be in pain and for there to be a knife somewhere in your body, but instead you felt a familiar strong pair of arms protecting you.  Anthony.

He slowly let go of you and you both sat up, looking at the woman.  She’d toppled forward, meaning she’d swung at you with the knife.

“Don’t you dare touch her,” Anthony said as he stood up and glared down at the woman.  “Now give the phone back.”

The woman threw the broken phone case at him, then threw the phone behind herself.  “Go find it, a stupid phone isn’t worth this much trouble.”

Anthony helped you stand up, and you quickly walked over to where she threw the phone.  “Are you okay?” he asked once you found the phone.

You threw your arms around him and buried your face in his neck.  “That woman tried to kill me,” you whispered as tears began to fall down your face.

“Key word tried,” he said as he held you tightly and rubbed your back soothingly.  “You know I’d never let anyone hurt you.”

You kissed his cheek, then hugged him again.  “I love you.”

He squeezed you tightly.  “I love you, too.”