Find My Strength

“I love painting. And I like sketching clothes. One day, I’m going to sew my own outfits.”

“I  have a nice collection of nsfw fanart from shows and things I like.”

“No, no no, never. I don’t even want to sext anyone. People can screenshot and put my pictures out there... My dad’s a cop.”

“I think finding out they don’t respect and appreciate my art. They don’t have to think that I’m good, but... they should at least respect it.”

“Probably... thirty, but don’t tell that to my dad.”

“Um... I don’t think I would. It’s too messy.”

“I searched for naiads recently. It’s not exactly weird, but it is a bit random.”

"Of a koala? Um... a panda? Is that right?"

“I don’t really like convincing people of things that aren’t true...”

“Oh... um, maybe I’m Yours by Ella Hendersen? I love it, and the covers.”

Stevie had put Cassidy’s daughter down for a nap and took some time to sketch on her tablet. She had some music playing softly, idling the rest of her time until Cassidy came home. There was a chance that Lily would wake before that, so Stevie had the monitor there going, just in case.

She heard the door open, and she looked up, smiling. “Hi, Mr. Cassidy,” she said happily. “Lily was an angel today. When sh wakes up, she has something to give you, in case she forgets. She made it, and she’d be devestated if she forgot about it.”

        “Yeah, the guy said that like I probably needed more content for the site than just what I had recorded and taken photos of myself,” Gwen explained to her cousin as she followed the other blonde through her home and towards where she was working on the mixed medium numbers for Gwen. “I really just wanted to stand out for my music, you know? But everything is the aesthetics now, how many people you can get to follow you and give a shit,” the young musician sighed. Admittedly, Gwen did have sort of a large following on her instagram and her twitter for her music, and she made sure to post daily, but she had always tried to keep things honed in on the music, all this excess felt, to her, like stuff that could come later, but in reality could not.

           Sneakers sort of dragging as she moved to looked to her cousin with a soft smile. “How are things going for you though?” she asked, pushing some fallen strands of hair away from her face and behind her ear.

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Stevie had the photo on her easel, painting over it and adding to it. She looked up at her cousin, smiling before her expression fell. “Oh, well... I understand wanting to stand out for your music,” she allowed softly. “But I’m an artist, so... everything I do is aesthetics... I’m not the best with a camera, but we can take some more pictures if you think?”

Stevie shifted aside, to make it easier to see the piece she was working on. “I’m sorta happy with how it’s coming,” she admitted. “The colour palatte you picked suits your complexion well.”

“Stevie?”  He questioned, curious as to what was taking place.  As his eyes darted towards the pink dress, he smiled wondering how it would look on him, but he kept that tidbit to himself since clearly his niece was panicked.  “First, your butt is not too fat.”  Leo stated in a stern tone.  “Also, I thought we made it clear years ago there was only room in this family for one drama queen and picked up that crown a long time ago.”  He teased, hoping to lighten the situation.  He understood when things did not fit right, being tall and born male made it hard at times finding the proper women’s clothing he wanted.

Leo frowned, he hated seeing his lovely niece in such a state.  “C’mon darling, you are absolutely gorgeous and many women would kill for an ass like yours.”  Hell, Leo wished he had a rounder butt himself.  He always felt flat and it annoyed him to no end.  “What will make you feel better?  Shall we go on a shopping spree?  Find something way cuter for you?”

Stevie sighed dramatically. “I’m not a drama queen,” she protested. “I took the tiara of drama princess. I’m allowed to have that one, because I said so.” She sat up, lifted the dress and held it up. “Uncle Leo, it’s perfect, but it doesn’t fit.” Stevie was on the verge of tears. It was the end of the world, clearly.

She hung the dress up and flopped down again. “How come they make clothes that fit Kim Kardashian’s butt but not mine? Hers is way bigger,” Stevie pouted. The mention of a shopping spree, though, had Stevie perking up again. “Shopping with Uncle Leo? Yes! I’ll get dressed.” She ran off to change into something presentable to wear shopping.

“Whoa, whoa, I think my dad can see these things... Butttt I’d rather find someone I care about and adjust my ideal world to match up with theirs. I can handle it, I think.”

“I’m not sure if it counts, but I am a sucker for a cute sitcom.”

“Licorice, can’t stand it. Especially the black kind. It looks weird and it tastes weird.”

“No, sir. My dad raised me not to run away from mistakes. I’ve never broken something expensive in a store before, but if I had, I wouldn’t run. I’d accept my consequences and try to make up for it.”