gonna lose my shit someday

K I N G D O N | au?? idk

there is a glass of alcohol in his hand and he wonders if it will count as a relapse. alcohol was never part of the issue, right? so, it can't be that bad, right? his eyes wander around, searching for a divine hint endorsing him to bottom up the drink in one go and calm his dry throat. he is not a religious man, but he would welcome whatever given sign right now…

and then, through the crowd he catches a fleeting glimpse of blonde hair in the corner of his eyes -that peculiar shade of blonde leaving no doubt about the owner's identity -that peculiar shade of blonde he isn't ready to admit is haunting now most of his nights.

behind the glass pane of the patio door, far from the irritating music and overwhelming anxiety of such social gathering, she is there. in a light blouse. smiling. talking with an unidentified someone he couldn't care less. hair down. she never has her hair down. but right now it hangs around her shoulders & chest, making him thrillingly aware of the shape of her. and the more he watches her, the more all traces of rationality seem to abandon him.

So I reread the jabber jay scene and the scene after to draw this

and holy shit I'll never get over how much of Peeta's dialogue and character got cut in the movies

Most of his role in these scenes was cut entirely or given to Johanna of all people?? (love Johanna, I just think it's kinda funny)

"I like to watch his hands as he works, making a blank page bloom with strokes of ink, adding touches of color to our previously black and yellowish book. His face takes on a special look when he concentrates. His usual easy expression is replaced by something more intense and removed that suggests an entire world locked away inside him."

I’ve been obsessed with this song for weeks now, and it inspired me to paint this version of Klimt’s Kiss. ♥️✨

I kinda want to come back to this painting in the future though!