Hey Mister! You got some money for me?
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The Big Dog - Eric Appel
This was great. I know paying for content is a blasphemous suggestion, but access to shorts like this in their entirety would be something I’d personally pay for. Of course the payment method would have to be simple, maybe a few more extra features like high quality for full-screen viewing, but I eagerly anticipate more FOD Shorts.
At long last, the short film that I made along with Charlie Sanders has found its way to the internets. We really had a great time putting this together, and if it does well, we might have the opportunity to do some more long form content like this on the site.
So if you like what you see, PLEASE REBLOG THIS AND SPREAD IT AROUND AS MUCH AS YOU CAN!!! SERIOUSLY!!!
Even if it’s not your cup of tea, it’s very cool that FOD let us do something like this. It was a real learning experience for both Charlie and I, and something that I’m very proud of. The running time is just under 18 minutes, but I promise, it will fly by.
Thank you and please enjoy, “THE BIG DOG!”
This list demonstrates the degrees of involvement students can have in the classroom and in their own learning. It ranges from degrees of non-involvement (1) to increasing and meaningful involvement in learning (8).
When students are granted a high degree of involvement in their learning, they…
Anonymous asked: <p>Wow,<br/>
Now I’m imagining badboy!Julian and badboy!Logan. Together.<br/>
Now that would be a fic to read.<br/>
Hint hint… ;D</p>
I have a little bit of that from the reform!Dalton:
“Deal with it!” Logan yelled to Derek, who glared back at him, clearly unafraid. “Now move,” he added coldly. “I have things to take care of.”
But instead of making way, Derek only blocked his path with his arm. “There’s something else.”
“Great. More good news.” Logan crossed his arms over his chest. “What?”
That was different. The Stuart wing overlord raised an eyebrow, expression changing to surprise. “Again?”
“It’s your fault, you’re the one who got him hooked to illegal substances.” Derek snorted and stormed away. “He’s in there, Your Majesty. You deal with it.” He gestured to the room not far from where Logan stood.
For a moment, Logan stood there, and then he turned to look at the door down the hall. He didn’t think that primadonna would come back, especially after he swore up and down that he never would. He strode to the door, and without preamble, simply tore it open.
That familiar languorous figure was sprawled on the bed, pale and completely unaffected by his abrupt entrance, sepia eyes staring at the ceiling, strangely full of visions that Logan could only guess at.
Movement from the body on the bed—a hand lifting lightly over the edge. “Someday…you will learn how to knock…won’t you?”
Logan slowly smirked, leaning against the doorframe, arms over his chest. “So you did come back after all. Must do wonders for your image.”
“I am the worst role model the world has ever seen,” Julian stretched like a cat and smirked to the ceiling. He lifted the hand that was previously unseen on the other side of the bed. He took a long inhale from the smoldering stick. When he exhaled, the cloud floated over his head. He stared at it like a wonder. “What brings your majestic presence to me?”
“I wanted to see my handiwork,” Logan walked over to him, standing over him and casting a shadow over the slim frame. “At least it is…according to Derek.”
Julian’s eyes finally locked onto his green ones, and stayed there as he spoke. “You did ruin me.”
Logan smirked down at him, bending low for a moment. “I take full responsibility.”