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My Entire High School Sinking into the Sea (2016) Dash Shaw

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My Entire High School Sinking into the Sea (2016)

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Title: Brave [5 of ?]

Pairing: Orc!Steve x Reader

Summary: The journey to Tarrath is not one to be undertaken lightly—there are more things to fear in the untamed places of the world than stags, a lesson you are soon to learn. 

Warnings: 18+ Only, Genre typical violence, Warlord Nomad AU, Dark Fantasy/n AU, Enemies to lovers, Eventual smut, References to past abuse

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You have been riding since before sunup, and your hips and back ache from long hours spent in the saddle. The pack sets a leisurely pace through the grass sea, meandering through the plain in a loose line. The vast mountains you knew are at your back now, shrinking into misty, faint points. They tell you how far you have come with their distance, and you wonder how many steps you have taken since last you were the person you had been before. 

Since you left the woman you were supposed to be by the riverside—and how many more you will have to take to become someone else entirely. Though it has been only a fortnight sine you watched the village burn, it feels like a lifetime ago. Someone else’s memory, someone else’s eyes. 

The pack keeps a steady pace until the sun is high in the sky and the mountains are meaningless pinpricks. The land changes too, the flat plains turning into rolling hills that remind you of the cresting waves you have seen painted in books and on tapestries. The only difference is, these don’t come crashing down to drown you, the grass whispering quietly in the breeze. 

You ride somewhere in the middle of the line, the pack stretching both before and behind you, riding towards the sun as it begins to sink low in the sky. You can see Steve near the front, his sword strapped between his broad, bare shoulders. Like he can feel your gaze, he turns back, one thick fang hanging over his lip as he grins. You drop your head, your cheeks burning. 

Let them see.

When you look up again, he’s gone. 

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Night on the grass sea is beautiful. A thousand thousand stars glow like fireflies caught in tar, stretching out further than you can see into the darkness. The pack does not stop, continuing at the same pace as all light fades, and the moon rises cold and clear. At first, the sheer drop in temperature is enough to keep you awake—without the thick furs and blankets neatly rolled and strapped to your horse, your ripped dress offers less protection against the biting wind. But after a few hours, despite the chill, your eyelids begin to droop heavily, your shoulders dropping as you slump in the saddle. 

It is the feel of Steve’s warm hand on your back that wakes you, instantly jolting you into panicked awareness as you turn sharply to glare at him. 

“Easy, Sweetmeat,” he replies. “I mean only to keep you from breaking your neck.” He raises an eyebrow. “Unless that is your wish this night.” 

You scowl. “No, I—thank you.” The words come haltingly.

“The journey is a long one.” Steve shrugs. “You will learn to sleep in the saddle.” 

“Or fall out of it,” you mutter, and he laughs, a loud boisterous sound that carries out into the night. 

“You never cease to amuse, Sweetmeat,” he says after a moment, the words still colored with the sound of his mirth. “I wonder what the elders shall make of you.” There is fear at his words, but your curiosity burns just as brightly. 

“What is it like?” You ask. “Your city?”

“In your tongue, Tarrath means ‘city at the end of the world’.”  You feel your eyes widen in spite of your attempt to keep your features schooled into neutrality. “It was built into the cliffside by my people long ago, before we knew the arbitrary lines your kings drew on their maps.” You gape at him, floundering for words. The maps you know end somewhere out into the grass sea. At their edges, perhaps an orc settlement or two, but mostly… nothing.  The impossibly vast mountains and the forests that border them are all you know.

But perhaps the truths you know are not truths at all. 

“Have you seen the sea, little one?” You shake your head. 

“What does it look like?”

Steve smiles. “Blue. The water is salt to the taste, but so blue. Like… two skies.” He motions with his hands, and you hold the reins tightly as you close your eyes and try to see it. More water than you could possibly imagine, as deep and endless as the sky.

“And the city?” You ask, stifling a yawn. 

“There are great towers of red brick with fires at their hearts. And there are not so few men as you might think.” 

“Humans?”

“And more.” He nods. “Elves, Dwarves. Children of the world before.”

You begin to slump again as he speaks, but this time Steve doesn’t wake you. He reaches across your lap to grasp the reins in one large hand. He loops them around the horn of his saddle. When you do finally begin to lean over, it is against his warm shoulder. 

“You coddle her.”  Bucky’s irritated voice doesn’t wake you—the firm hold exhaustion has on you is too heavy to drag your mind back to wakefulness, and you will not remember these words when you do wake again. Steve chuckles. 

“I like her.”

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“Storm’s too thick.” You, and the rest of the pack are crowded around Bucky as he speaks, the horses shifting anxiously in the stillness. You can see it, the band of dark, angry dust stretching across the horizon. You’ve never seen anything like it, like the Gods’ fury given terrible form. When Bucky had set out to scout, it was a pinprick–and now the cloud stretches almost as far as you can see. “We’ll be waiting days for it to pass.”

Steve grimaces, his tusks hanging over his lip as he showcases his displeasure. 

“Aye,” he agrees, turning his eyes toward the horizon, eyeing the storm. “We’ll go around.” 

“The pass?” There’s a murmur of something like discomfort that passes through the pack. Something like fear. “Gods damn it.” Bucky looks back toward the storm and curses again. “We don’t have the rations to wait it out.” He doesn’t ask—it isn’t a question. And Steve’s grim expression is all the answer you need. 

“We’ll put it to a vote. The pass—or the storm.” He turns to the pack. “Those who want to brave the storm, step forward.” Lightning crashes in the distance, and you swallow thickly. By the sound of it, the pass is equally formidable. You recall the stag, it’s hungry jaws and fierce eyes, and wonder what else waits for you on this road—the one you’ve chosen. 

After a moment, Steve nods stonily, his expression battle-fierce. 

“The pass it is.” 

The pack wastes no time reorienting itself, turning west to skirt around the tempest of stinging sand and thunder. Carol rides up beside you, her expression grim. 

“Do not think we have chosen the easy road, little human.” 

You don’t. “What is the pass?”

“It was a road, once. One that has returned to the sea and the things that live inside it.” Her voice is low, warning. “Men are wise to fear the zikaegina,” she gestures at the endless shifting grass. “It hides many things.” 

“Why did you abandon the road?” Carol grimaces, her expression heavy with memories, knowledge you don’t share. Her eyes are dark when they meet yours again.

“Because other things used it too.” 

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Hi. Please write the solarpunk dystopia book. I’d read that in a heartbeat. However, if you don’t have the time, could I bother you for some book recommendations?? I’ve been on a sci-fi space semi-body horror alien kick (children of time, children of ruin, to sleep in a sea of stars) and I’m needing a new one to sink my teeth into. I think I’d like to move a little closer to the horror genera without reading an actual horror book, but anything dystopian, sci-fi, and plant/space/alien related would be cool! Any thoughts?

Space horror isn't my usual genre, nor is horror in general, but here are a few that come close. It can be hard to judge where the line sits between "horror" and "horror-adjacent," so I'm going to err on the side of just recommending a few horrifying things I've enjoyed:

Roadside Picnic, by Arkady and Boris Strugatsky, 1972. Old-school soviet scifi alien horror, and the inspiration for an entire genre of fiction – "people go and explore a Weird Zone where reality is borked and bad things happen." Stalker is a direct homage, the Southern Reach trilogy, etc. I read a translation by Antonia Bouis.

The Laundry Files, by Charles Stross, 2004 – present. This one is a longer series, the first book is the Atrocity Archives. A very modern twist on Lovecraft — bureaucratic horror. The "Laundry" is the unofficial name for the British secret service that handles the occult. Necromancy is a field of theoretical computer science pioneered by Alan Turing, and you can summon Nyarlathotep with a well-crafted raytracing algorithm. The protagonist is the department IT guy, Bob Oliver Francis Howard. If you get the pun in the name you're older than me. Later books deal with the occult implications of Brexit.

There Is No Antimemetics Division, by qntm, 2020. Originally published as a serial on the SCP Wiki, later re-edited and compiled it into a standalone novel. Requires no prior knowledge of the SCP Foundation to enjoy. This is the cosmic horror that Lovecraft wishes he could have written. Can be read for free on the SCP Wiki, but I recommend buying a copy to support the author. Bonkers amazing, pedal-to-the-metal, goes from "quirky high-concept scifi" to "oh god what are they going to do to him with that chisel" real fast.

American Elsewhere, by Robert Jackson Bennet, 2013. It's a bit obscure and might be harder to find, but it's one of the best books I've read in years. Scifi horror-thriller that gets both splashily cosmic and laser-tight. Our protagonist comes to a small town in New Mexico that doesn't appear on any maps to find closure after her abusive father's death, and gets tangled up in horrifying secrets. Nasty, achingly heartbreaking, grand, and takes its time in the most delicious way. The author writes mediocre YA fantasy now, and that's a damn shame.

John Dies At The End (and its sequels), by David Wong, 2007 – 2022. Comedy-horror about shitty paranormal investigators. The comedy is genuinely hilarious and the horror is genuinely horrifying – closer to the cosmic- than body-horror, though it does get up-close and personal. One of the few comedy-horror stories I've read that convincingly pulls off both.

Bloodsucking Fiends: A Love Story, by Christopher Moore, 1995. A raunchy vampire story, set against the sobering backdrop of the AIDS epidemic in San Francisco. I have no idea if this actually counts as horror but I think more people should read Christopher Moore. The tonal whiplash between goofy vampire sex, night-shift convenience store workers bowling with frozen turkeys in the aisles, and the trauma of young men dying from love and dirty needles, is expertly crafted.

I could keep going but this list is already getting a bit long. Hey followers et al., you should add more recommendations, especially ones that are actual space horror!

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everyone should watch My entire high school sinking into the sea its a wonderful film im serious

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every may 9th i think abt my freshman year of high scchool when during breakfast a friend said "man im so high rn i hope no one tells anything important today" and my immediate response was "On May 9th 2014 the entire east coast of the united states will sink into the sea until you bring in two bags of chocolate chip cookies to share with me that morning" and it stressed her so much she remembered it all four years of high school and we ended up graduating like right around the day i predicted and she brought me some cookies to graduation and i told her the curse was lifted but i do still think to myself i need to have some cookies every may 9th to prevent the collapse of the east coast

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Top Ten Films Seen in 2022

Every year it seems impossible to narrow our favorite movies of the year to just ten but, through sheer grit & determination, we persevere! And this year is no different! So here's our list of the movies we loved in 2022. Click on titles to see their trailers! Let us know your favorites too! 10. Weird: The Al Yankovic Story 9. Truffle Hunters 8. Unbearable Weight of Overwhelming Talent 7. Pinocchio (Guillermo del Toro) 6. Drive My Car 5. Tick, Tick…Boom! 4. Phantom of the Open 3. Dual 2. Licorice Pizza 1. The Banshees of Inishirin Honorable mentions: My Entire High School Sinking Into the Sea, Jackass Forever, I Want You Back, The Duke

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Lena Dunhan is an American writer, producer, actress and director. She was born on May 13, 1986 in New York city. She is writer, star and creator of HBO TV series Girls (2012–2017), for which she received two Golden Globe Awards and several Emmy Awards nominations. Lena Dunham became the first female to win the Directors Guild of America Award for Outstanding Directing — Comedy Series and she directed several episodes of TV series Girls. Lena also directed,starred and wrote the semi-autobiographical independent film Tiny Furniture (2010) and for which she won an Independent Spirit Award for Best First Screenplay, she wrote this before the TV series Girls. In 2022 her second featured film Sharp Stick was released, which she wrote and directed. Catherine Called Birdy, Lena’s third film, premiered worldwide on September 12, 2022 at the Toronto International Film Festival. On 23 september 2022 it was released in a limited series by Amazon Studios, before streaming on Amazon Prime on October 7, 2022. Lena Dunham was added to the annual Time 100 list of the most influential people in the world in 2013 and she released her first book, Not That Kind of Girl: A Young Woman Tells You What She’s “Learned” in 2014. Dunham created the publication Lenny Letter, a feminist online newsletter along with Girls showrunnerJenni Konner in 2015. Lena appeared in films like Supporting Characters and This Is 40 (both 2012) and Happy Christmas (2014). In the 2016 film My Entire High School Sinking Into the Sea she voiced Mary and it premiered at the Toronto International Film Festival. Lena Dunham also has played guest roles in Scandal and The Simpsons (both 2015).

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Tales of a Lighthouse

When days always seemed too short and the horrors of night stretched through my restlessness, when the waves were tall and the shores filled with curious creatures unknown to me, my father and I lived at the base of a lighthouse. It was a time when the ships still needed the glowing beacon to keep them from crashing into the rocky shore. Every night, my father manned the lighthouse, hundreds of feet above the crashing sea. And every night, I tossed and turned in my bed, terrified of the creatures and terrors that had the capability to sink an entire ship. 

My grandmother lived inland in a little blue house on a skinny concrete road. I loved her house because it was perched upon concrete legs. My dad told me the legs were for hurricanes and would prevent the house from flooding. Whenever I imagined a hurricane coming, I always thought her house would jump so high on its thick legs that the water would be gone when the house returned to Earth. 

We visited my Baba every Sunday. She would always make Pedaheh and a salad for our lunch, and we would bring a roast that had cooked overnight. My dad told me that Baba was very religious. He said that was why she had statues of angels on her bookshelves. At the time, I thought they were the most beautiful things I had ever seen, the flair of their wings, hair which flowed behind them like gentle waves. Sometimes, when I was left alone, I would stare at the figures and pretend to be a beautiful angel, folding my hands to my heart and tilting my head to the side as they always seemed to do.

Sometimes when Dad had to work extra at the lighthouse for one reason or another, Baba would come to our house to watch me. On those nights, she helped me make box cake. When we had baked and frosted the cake, she would sit me at the table and cut me a slice and tell me one of her many stories. Many of her stories revolved around her Baba, and the many memories her Baba had given her. The stories were like a vast spoken history of all the soft memories, the dolls received as a little girl, the chiding nicknames, the money sent home.

Baba had, of course, never been to the Old Country, and I think she always knew, as she spoke, that she would never make the journey. Yet as a child she had spoken Ukrainian to her Baba, and she would help write letters to her long lost family she would never see in a land she had never visited. I think she wanted me to hold all of those stories she contained within my own heart and mind, ready to pass down when the time came.

When it was time for me to rest, Baba would tuck me into bed and say, “listen to those waves”. I had listened to those waves every night  since arriving at the lighthouse, and I found them quite terrifying. One night I told Baba that.

“Baba, what if I do not want to listen to the waves?”

“And why would you ignore them?” Baba asked. “The crashing waves sound like they are singing a lullaby to you.”

“But why would the sea sing to me and crash all those ships?” I asked, desperate and fearful for some of her grandmotherly wisdom.

“Maybe the ocean does not like ships.”

That was an odd thought. If I were the ocean, would I like ships? Maybe some of them, but not the ships that coughed up black smoke and took lots of fish. I would certainly like company if I were the ocean, but not those people who left cans on the shore. Maybe the ocean enjoyed my company, when I would sit upon the shore and sing songs from school. I bet the ocean liked Dad. He kept boats from mucking up the shore. The ocean also would like Baba, I thought to myself, because her house could jump from hurricanes and her ears could hear the ocean’s lullaby.

Baba stood and left my room. I got up and looked out my window to the waves that stretched beyond. With the tide having come in during the afternoon, the waves stretched far up into the shore. And in their endless cycle of crash and retreat, crash and retreat, they created a melody. It sounded like what I had learned in music class a few days before, like crescendos and decrescendos. The crashing became cymbals, the retreat was the low, rapid pattering on a drum. 

A song emerged with the wind whistling through a flute. I began to sing, yet to this day I cannot remember the words. In that moment, the song was perfect, with the cymbals and the drums and the flute and a dozen other instruments I could not name. I fell back upon my bed and listened to the instruments continue their concert. And I fell asleep.

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Floods.

The thing about living in South Texas, in the area endearingly called "the Valley," is that when it rains, there will be flooding. It is inevitable. And even though I have lived here for the past three-and-a-half years while attending medical school, and it should come as no surprise, I always seem to think that when it rains, it will be just fine. Just a little sprinkle and then the sun will be out again. Until it's not.

5:45 am: Heading to the hospital. The rains, that can only be described as torrential, have been going all night. There are flashes of lightning and thunder that will explode like grenades. Now it is still running into the early morning hours and the darkness (because the sun is not out at this ungodly hour), makes the rain seem even more ominous and foreboding like the daylight will never come. Not to mention the humidity is at an all-time high. I now I have two things obscuring my view--the windows fogging up and the windshield wipers that are full blast, swinging back and forth, like useless pendulums. I navigate and the drive is slow. Driving my car down the near-abandoned streets, the waters are much too high and uncomfortable for my squat sedan.

The water rushes below the carriage--like a crying whale is following me the entire trip. The waters spray out in waves from both sides like the red sea is being split for the Israelites. I drive through it, hoping that I am still meeting the street and not watergliding like I suspect I am. 

6:15 am: The drive has taken about 15 minutes longer than usual because it has been so precarious, but I have made it to the outpatient internal medicine's parking lot. It's a five minute walk from the hospital and the only really safe place to park as a medical student (security is always on the prowl looking to ticket the inconsequential medical students who are trying to park closer to the hospital). I put on my rain coat, and the hood is pulled tight over my oversized head. Time to venture into the great waters of the Valley.

6:31 am: I have barely made it about 10 feet when I realize that the parking lot is flooded. This is not good, but there is no turning back now. I trudge on and can feel the water coming up to my ankles. It's so dark that I can't tell how deep these puddles are but as soon as I take another step, I sink and realize there's not one that isn't deep and these are not “puddles.”

I make it to the alleyway between the clinic and the hospital, and see a car up ahead is stuck. If a car is stuck, I realize this will not get any better.

6:34 am: A large hummer comes cruising down the alleyway like a beacon of hope and pulls up next to me, a drowning wet cat. The window of the Godsend vehicle drops slowly, and I see the driver is a young man who works in the hospital. He asks me if I want a ride. Normally, getting offered a ride in a dark alleyway is probably a bad thing, but today, I am "swimming" over to that car like I'm Britney Spears circa "Oops I did it again" and have just been offered a pearl necklace from the sunken Titanic. When I hop into the car, drenched, I can immediately see the regret in the driver's eyes. His poor hummer.

6:45 am: I have made it to the hospital very late. I come squeaking into the call room that has linoleum floors, and slip and slide around the room as I try to get logged onto my computer and chart-check before rounds. I will be wet and squeaky for the rest of the day. 

6:30 pm: Driving home, and the water has disappeared. The clouds are gone. There is barely a trace of what has occurred today. Except I know. I know to pack an extra pair of socks for tomorrow. For a rainy day. 

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Day 2, 2019 - My Entire High School Sinking Into the Sea

My Entire High School Sinking Into the Sea – 2016 – Dash Shaw 

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“I like turgid prose!” - Dash

I saw a trailer for My Entire High School Sinking Into the Sea a couple of years ago when I went to a few rep screenings in Toronto and when I saw it I thought, “File for later.” I’ve had it gnawing at the back of my head to watch it ever since. 

Now I’ve seen it and I wasn’t disappointed.

Dash (Jason Schwartzman) is a high schooler just starting his sophomore year, trying to break away from the pack and get noticed, but is also currently a kind of a dick. 

Dash, his best friend Assaf (Reggie Watts) and mutual friend Verti (Maya Rudolph) run a self-published high school newspaper that none of the students care about. 

Dash considers himself quite the writer, but he’s a bit overwrought and can’t see the way that he constantly bulldozes over Assaf. But Verti does.

When she assigns Assaf is own by-line, Dash is incensed and retaliates (he’s a bit of a dick) thus further alienating himself from his classmates.

While ostracised, Dash discovers that the principal – Mr. Grimm – has covered up the fact that the school roof-top auditorium did not actually pass its inspection. The whole building is built on a fault line, and with the additional weight, it could break the cliff it stands on sending it into the ocean. WHICH IT DOES!

No one heeds Dash’s warnings until it’s too late, and the movie turns into this animated mash up of The Poseidon Adventure, The Breakfast Club and Lord of the Flies, as students try to make their way to safety by swimming through the sinking school.

Verti, Assaf and Dash call a truce and team up again to navigate the different parts of the building as water fills room after room. Verti provides an essential lesson to the guys, by showing them how to find pockets of air as they move through floating books, sharks and the threat of electrocution.

At one point, they join forces with Lunch Lady Lorraine who knows how to handle a ladle and hand-to-hand fighting, Mortal Kombat style (in the Ladies’ Room, no less). 

The sense of peril is real as they move through each part of the school. People are wounded, cliques are toppled and just when you think they’re safe, turns out there’s a real jock douche-bag running the seniors’ floor – Brent Daniels. 

The animation style of the film is captivating. It’s like a tempera painting and a comic book and a doodle. It reminded me a bit of “squigglevision” a la Dr. Katz, but elevated.

I can totally see me watching this movie over and over. It’s a fast paced, tonally surprising story and it’s just fun to watch. 

PLUS Maya Rudolph! It’s just her voice and she communicates so much. Honestly, is there anything she can’t do? Like, just hand over your PIN number to her; she deserves it.   

Highly Recommended!

Trailer: https://youtu.be/zepBuHGkiWc 

Review (Village Voice): https://www.villagevoice.com/2017/04/12/somehow-the-animated-my-entire-high-school-sinking-into-the-sea-is-even-better-than-its-title/ 

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