Eclare Picspam
Okay, you guys. As you may or may not have noticed or read on twitter or whatever, Eclare
is kind of taking over my life. A lot. I mean, they only had about 30 minutes of screen
time together so far, if that, and I managed to... well, you'll see.
I worked super hard on these so please don't repost without
my permission. Hotlinking is bad. Etc.
"I think they're dead."
"It's okay. I, uh, don't need them anymore. Got--laser surgery."
"You have pretty eyes."
"Thanks. I'll, uh, see you around?"
"Guess you will."
enough for me, tbh. I mean, there's not really much to say when some chick and her friend fling a
pair of glasses at the pavement right before you drive up, and, ya know, run over them.
"Ms. Dawes, there must be some sort of mistake. I've never gotten a C. How did this happen?"
"Well, your early assignments were divine, but, recently, your writing has become... distant, impersonal."
"I used complex sentence structure and advanced vocabulary."
"Yes, but your assignment didn't tell me anything about who you are, what you want. You can't hide behind vampire fiction forever."
"I'm not hiding."
"Then prove it. To your writing partner."
"Me?"
"Yeah, you. You write well, but you're a... little wordy. You and Clare will be editing each other's work this semester."
"Great. That'll be fun."
"We may have a very special partnership on our hands, people. Like Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes!"
"Sylvia Plath killed herself."
Eli and Clare are not too happy about being English partners. Eli is annoyed by her, uh,
Clare-ness, and Clare... well, she's Clare.
"So, what do you think?"
"It's, uh..."
"Awkwardly constructed, filled with hyperbole, and generally sloppy."
"The... title's centered?"
"Dawes is right; I have writer's block."
"So don't hand it in."
"And what? Tell her the dog ate my homework?"
"Or you could... take off."
"You mean skip?"
"If you wanna get official."
"It would give me time to write a way better assignment..."
"Decision time. Stay or go?"
"If you wanna get official."
Eli, could you and Clare get official, like, yesterday?
He actually convinces her to skip, and best of all?
He's surprised as hell.
"Well? You coming?"
acting like it's no big deal, and then he bites into the apple and walks
out the door with it in his mouth, omg.
I died.
"Wow, this is a first. Skipping school to do work."
"Okay, I don't understand how you got an A and I got a C."
"Simple. I'm dating Ms. Dawes. You're a good writer, but anyone could have penned this piece. There's no point of view."
"I wrote about gun control. I say it's good."
"Wow. Controversial."
"Okay, fine. What am I supposed to write about?"
"Something that... pisses you off."
"Besides my English partner?"
"Ouch! If you could change one thing in the world, what would it be?"
"My mom and dad. They're not exactly getting along."
"Then write about that."
"I can't, it's personal."
"You care too much what people think."
"That is not true."
"Then prove it. Scream, at the top of your lungs. ...that's the best you could do?"
Not to mention his face. His faces. His. I seriously GIF'd so much of just
his face, because his facial expressions. I can't.
"Okay. Your turn."
"Yeah, not my style."
"Wha-? No, you have to do it!"
"It's not- So you can't make me- It's not my style."
"You have to do it! You have to- I have to-"
Best almost-kiss I have ever seen
in my life. Ever. I can't.
It's too great.
eli-gold49: more public embrassment tonight?
clare-e23: is that an invitation?
eli-gold49: do you want it to be?
clare-e23: love to hang - but i can't
charity event thing, so, instead of more public embarrassment with
Eli, Clare goes to the event with her mom.
GAH THOSE IMs ARE SO CUTE. IDEK, BUT I LOVE THEM.
Their banter is precious even without vocal
intones. Etc.
instead of her purity ring, hmm.
...or that is her purity ring.
Well, damn.
"Missed ya last night. Was Twilight on TV?"
"She thinks she's protecting me by lying, but she's just making it worse."
"W- Stop. Rewind, and... play."
"According to my mom, everything is fine between her and my dad, but... anyone can see that it's not."
"Do you think they're getting divorced?"
"Divorced? My parents would never get divorced. My mom's just... sad because my dad's always in a bad mood."
"Well, have you told them how you feel?"
"I've been trying, but they don't wanna talk."
"You can write how you feel in that letter for English class. Kill two birds with one stone."
Oh, Eli. Using your influence for semi-good this time, nice job.
I love her little face as she considers it. Fabulous.
"How did it feel to write this?"
"Good. Really good. It's everything I wanted to say."
"Ms. Edwards, Mr. Goldsworthy - nice of you to join us today. Actually, I'm excited to hear your excuses for skipping last class. Let me guess, violent food-poisoning."
"Actually, we were both working on our assignments."
"Original, but it's not gonna save you from detention. Now I'd like to hear those assignments. Ms. Edwards, why don't you go first?"
"Me?"
"Yeah. Come on. We'll see if the assignment helped with your writer's block."
Seriously, you can see tears glistening in Eli's eyes in the spam up there, so...
there's your proof. Go watch it.
"What say you, Eli?"
"I think... it deserves a larger audience. Like at the Student Showcase tomorrow."
"That's a fantastic idea! Clare?"
"Well, it's kinda personal."
"Yeah, but all great art is personal. And this is head and shoulders above your last work. I am signing you up after class."
"My mom's gonna be at the showcase!"
"Which means she'll be forced to listen to you. Isn't this what you wanted?"
not pleased. Ms. Dawes thinks it's a fucking fantastic idea, and ignores
Clare's obvious discomfort. Damn teachers.
"Okay. You wanted to talk to your mom, and this is your chance."
"Maybe I am a worry-wart. Maybe there's nothing wrong at home."
"Maybe you're scared."
"Of what?"
"Finding out what's really going on with your parents."
"That's not true."
"Then prove it. Dawes assigned us as English partners because she thought you needed to take risks."
"With my writing! Not my life. This isn't me shouting in a park in front of a bunch of strangers. This is my family. It's personal."
is my family" she sounds so small and helpless and adorable and
that's basically all I have to say about that.
"What are you doing here?"
"Hi, Eli. How are you? Fine, Clare, thanks for asking."
"Hi."
"If you don't wanna tell your mom how you're feeling... I respect that."
"Too late."
"You read her the letter?"
"And she wants to know what's wrong as much as I do. She and my dad are talking right now."
"So what you're saying is... my plan worked."
"Could you be more smug?"
"Absolutely! Here. You might wanna borrow these. They're noise cancellation. Might come in handy if things get worse with your folks. Or if you need to ignore an English partner."
"Thanks."
"And I'm sorry for interfering. Promise not to do it again."
Eli is too precious. And I love the reference back
to what she said earlier in the park thingy and yeah.
Gah, so precious.
"Um. You can interfere every once in a while, but I'm still gonna do whatever I want."
"Wouldn't expect anything less."
Another thing? ...his hearse is named Morty. OT3, etc.
I seriously can't even get over the fact that he drives a hearse.
Or their banter. Or the fact that they are the most amazing thing I have ever seen in my life.
part one and part two :)
No, really.