these potential topics for essays about the picture of dorian gray read EXACTLY like tags on an ao3 fic

Somebody had to say it

Destruction 100

Sparknotes’ Twitter is back at it again

You already know we out here, Stressed™️

Jack jack attack

If Lord of the Flies was played by accurate actors

ERDG Class Prompt

*pops in from the ether* Here’s a short story I wrote for one of my classes *disappears again*

Prompt: write a short story that includes the words Apple, Train, Elephant, Paper, and Banjo

Outside a small town’s train station, three people waited. A tired-looking tigeress, a bored, teen owl, and an elephant with an instrument case on their back. Though they weren’t together, there was a sort of solidarity between fellow travellers waiting for their train.

There was also a kind of nervous need to be near others, thanks to the Pomme Bandit who’s exploits had been splashed all over the papers for the last several weeks. Attacks were always without warning, and the locations and victims never really seemed to have anything in common. Other than the signature red apple left spray-painted at the scene of the crime.

“Train 341 from Safridge is delayed. We apologize for the inconvience.”

The tigress sighed and rubbed her paws over her cheeks.

The teen glanced at the elephant. “You play guitar?”

They shook their head. “No. Banjo.”

The teen snorted. “Okay then.”

“Did you want me to play you something?”

“No thanks. Not in the mood for ‘du do-do du do-do du’ right now.”

The tigress forwned. “That was rather rude. You should apologize.”

The teen scoffed. “You aren’t my mom.”

“And lucky for you. I’m sure she’d be very disappointed if she heard you say such a thing.”

“It’s okay,” the elephant said, raising their hands in a placating gesture.

“Well, I wouldn’t mind, if you wanted to play while we wait,” she said, still frowning at the teen.

The elephant smiled and retrieved their bango. “Might make the time pass quicker.”

Though the teen pretended at disdain, the three strangers shared the music, allowing it to draw them closer together in a transient type of kinship. By the time their train finally did arrive, they had become the kind of friendly acquaintances who’d stop to say 'hi’ if they passed one another on the street. It was a simple sort of connection, with no fanfare or celebration to mark it. No one else would know it had formed.

And though it wouldn’t announce this bond to any passerbys, the partially spray-painted apple in a dead-end hallway of the station was a monument to it nevertheless.

Macbeth: Who cares if we’re under siege, I’m good! I mean, birnam wood’s super far away it’s not like it’s gonna grow all the way to dunsinane over night

Messenger: omg sir you gotta see this, a bunch of losers are charging the castle dressed as trees- sir?

Macbeth:

“We started out talking about Star Wars and ended up talking about how all the Jews would have been saved if Hitler had an Irish accent.”

Lmaooo my english proff. was giving examples of divisions/groups of people (like christians, New Englanders, or people who think Tom Brady is great) and he goes “Oh wait, Tom Brady isn’t great anymore right?” And a kid puts two middle fingers up to the cameras and the proff sees it and goes while smiling"yeah Tom Brady used to be great but he isn’t anymore. It’s confusing"

So I’m sitting in class today and out of the blue our teacher looks at a student and goes, “Oh my gosh, Connor, are you okay? I can’t believe that happened to you!” Obviously they had a prior conversation about this event, but the teacher asks him to share the story with the class. I’ll paraphrase is from his standpoint:

“So my friends and I were walking to a house to drop off a few girls late at night. I don’t know if it was a frat house or what but there wasn’t anything going on there, no parties or anything. As we’re walking, guys behind us are taunting us and trashing the girls I’m with. We get to the front steps of the house, I turn around and say "Alright guys cut it out.” Before I know it, one of the guys had walked around behind me, pulled my shoulder back and slugged me in the face with his fist. He knocked me out. I woke up and my jaw was broken, the upper part of my mouth was displaced and bleeding. I was driven home to Maine because our next door neighbor is a surgeon. He fixed up my face but I was awake the whole time. I was numb but I could feel stuff going on.“

I was totally shocked but outraged at the same time. Like what kind of low life douches have the nerve to kick somebodies ass, without an prior altercation, and run off to leave him laying in the snow with a broken jaw? And the thing is, I never would have guessed he had gotten jumped because his face was totally fixed up. It’s currently Tuesday evening and he has surgery just this past weekend. Goes to show you really never know what individuals have been through at a first glance.

in gr 7 I had such lack of English music knowledge that I did my song analysis essay on Carol of the Bells by Pentatonix and my english teacher probably thought I was weird. i have now adopted his entire FOB obsession…