He Was The Chosen One Apparently. Who Knew.

Everyone is asleep and I'm sitting here and can't sleep from my disturbing thoughts, so I'll write them here, maybe it's familiar to someone:

1. I just turned 18 years old and just finished school, and I'm already working. At the same time I work with thoughts that I need to earn money to provide for myself, to help my parents, to make repairs in the apartment, to pay for my studies, to pay for my wants in the form of a new phone and tablet. This is all under the fact that no one is chasing me, no one is rushing me, and I chose the way to like a damn for what? A good life? I seem to have it now not bad, but ambitions in the form of "you can live better" make me spit on my health and work, work, work and work again.

I can't sit down and watch a movie on my day off because the anxiety of "you're wasting your time", "you should try harder", "you should succeed and that's why you have to work" starts. Because of this, on my only day off, instead of sitting quietly and watching a movie I've wanted to watch for a long time, I listen to it in the background because I'm doing other things: cleaning the apartment, painting, cooking, etc.

2. For the first time, I made a choice independent of my parents' opinion and wishes. I decided to go to college to be a designer and yes, I know that in this field of fucking competition, and I am a person that if you do something better than me, then well done, you are good. No, I'm not gonna give up my favorite thing that's been with me since I was a kid. I love to draw and I will continue to do it, but the fucking anxiety will scream in my head that I'm "not good enough", that I "need to try harder".

I know it's just stupid reaching and chasing the perfect result, but I can't get rid of it. It's like if I stop working, working hard every day, I'll break down.

All that saves me from depression is constant labor. Without it, I will feel useless, a "shame" that I didn't achieve my goals and meet my expectations.

It's a fucking vicious circle when you realize you're tired, but you can't stop working, because if you stop, your life will stop on the cross you put on yourself.

Это не совсем то, что я планировала изначально. Скорее всего, когда освобожусь от экзаменов, перерисую это. А так вот Дитер в костюме Клеопатры, а Люра в костюме Цезаря уже видели в кино.

Spring has come, everyone wants love, and I want to sleep

I'm not really good at drawing kids because I've never drawn them, but they seemed to turn out okay.

In general, I'm glad that this lady was part of the story and not an extra, because she had a lot of contact with the central characters.

I felt sorry for the kids and I don't think I need to tell you how I yelled when I saw them as test subjects. All in all, I was tired, but basically satisfied with the work.

Мы с подругой, сходив на «Министерство неджентльменский дел», обоюдно решили, что она напишет, а я нарисую, как Дитер в гестапо попал. Проще говоря, мы решили связать Министерство и Бесславными ублюдками

I'm a little annoyed by the phrases and words that have been used as insults a lot lately, so I made a video

Yes, for the sake of this I even revived my channel, which was dead for 4 whole years.

I liked that idea, so I decided to draw something like that.

y'know, as much as I love competent commander cody, i think that he should be allowed to be a little stupid sometimes. those times include his scheduled 3am wine and bathrobe time when he thought that he might give baking a chance.

long story short, cody is no longer allowed to bake and obi-wan does not like being woken up at three in the morning to come rushing to cody's aid with a fire extinguisher

honestly i don’t like maria x vlad but i think they're funny

Okay, I got that person's post in my feed again ⬆️

And I have nothing against CodyWan, but I do have against Cody's grief for him alone.

Saw someone's post about Cody repainting his armor gray because of the loss of Obi Wan

Yes, the following may seem harsh to some, but that's my opinion.

Let's start with the fact that gray in Mandoloran language means mourning -> hence it's the sadness and pain of losing people dear to him, BUT it's not just Obi Wan and I even doubt Cody is more worried about him.

Cody lost many brothers during the war and afterward. His world came crashing down the moment of order 66. His brothers are thrown out like unwanted things from the military. They are nobodies in the eyes of others, just a used and broken thing to be thrown away.

He sees the chaos around him and the lawlessness that the Empire is doing on other planets under the false slogan of liberation. But back to his brothers: nobody needs them and the people who were able to protect them (Jedi) are "gone". There is no one to stand up for them and the army is already dominated by civilians rather than clones.

From episode 7 with Wolff, it becomes clear that according to the Empire's official documents, Rex is dead. Who will Cody be mourning for? Obi Wan? Most likely his younger brother, with whom they fought side by side throughout the war.

So, in my opinion, the gray colors on his armor signify mourning for his brothers, because they were the ones he loved, and they were the ones he lost. He lost those with whom he spent his childhood, training, war.

He was left alone with his pain and so the colors of the warm sunset became gray sadness.

A trio of strong ladies from Star Wars.