the ocean is six miles deep

Oliver Tate: Ask me how deep the ocean is.

Jordana Bevan: Shut up.

Oliver Tate: Come on, just ask me.

Jordana Bevan: Why?

Oliver Tate: ‘Cause I know the answer.

Jordana Bevan: Oh! Do you?

Oliver Tate: Yes, I do.

Jordana Bevan: How deep is the ocean?

Oliver Tate: I’m not gonna say.

Jordana Bevan: I’m brokenhearted.

Oliver Tate: The ocean is six miles deep.

Jordana Bevan: Good.

Submarine, 2010

What Lies Beneath

Shallura Week Day 1 - Recovery

This is a really slanted take on the prompt, but I think it works. Sort of. Just read it. I quite like this, actually.

Shiro and Allura get stranded after the Black Lion crashes. A bit of cosmic horror, some character exploration, a lot of Shiro being completely smitten.


When Shiro wakes up, everything is blurry. His head is pounding, his whole body throbbing, the only solid sensation that connects him to reality is his back against metal. He attempts to move, but that just sends a lightning bolt of agony throughout every nerve in his body. He lets out a deep shout of pain, squeezing his eyes shut. His torso feels as if it’s on fire.

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Imagine you’re underwater.
Imagine you’ve got a tower of hearts–
one stacked on top of the other:
every soft-smile-on-the-subway you ever loved.
So the ocean is six miles deep,
and you’ve got this lifeline
straight to the surface.
But the catch is,
you have to touch them.
The catch is,
you have to hold that love in your hands
for the first time since the last time
you swore you got over it.

You would drown.

The thing about heartbreak
is it feels too big for your body.
You become cavernous–
a walking Mariana Trench.
Nobody knows how deep you go, because
the pressure is heavy enough to fold skeletons
into paper cranes, and naive enough
to call this beautiful.
All those people who tried
to love the empty out of you,
they didn’t know they were kissing
deep sea monsters–that you had giant squid
in your belly, that your lips were the lure,
that your hands were the teeth,
that you could blue ringed octopus
your arms around them and drag them
to the deep.

So you loved more like a pelican eel
than a person. And you’re still trying
to outrun the heartache that your heartache
set fire to. But this is a burning house with
no doors, and
no windows,
suspended in the middle of all that empty
in your chest.
But you will put that fire out
with the oceans on your tongue.
You will put it out if it means
jumping headfirst into the hurricane–
you will do it even if it means a lifetime at sea.
You will do it if it means saving yourself,
even when you had no intention of surviving.

I am ready to go down with the ship,
but I will not take you with me.

—  SURVIVOR’S GUILT, by Ashe Vernon
  • Interviewer: Iggy can you freestyle
  • Iggy: Hell yeah hold up
  • Iggy:
  • Iggy:
  • Iggy: When I was a kid, whenever I'd feel small or lonely, I'd look up at the stars. Wondered if there was life up there. Turns out I was looking in the wrong direction. When alien life entered our world, it was from deep beneath the Pacific Ocean. A fissure between two tectonic plates. A portal between dimensions. The Breach. I was fifteen when the first Kaiju made land in San Francisco. By the time tanks, jets and missiles took it down, six days and 35 miles later, three cities were destroyed. Tens of thousands of lives were lost. We mourned our dead, memorialized the attack, and moved on. And then, only six months later, the second attack hit Manila. Then the third one hit Cabo. And then the fourth. And then we learned this was not gonna stop. This was just the beginning. We needed a new weapon. The world came together, pooling it's resources and throwing aside old rivalries for the sake of the greater good. To fight monsters, we created monsters of our own. The Jaeger program was born.

Oliver: Ask me how deep the ocean is.

Jordana: Shut up.

Oliver: Come on, just ask me.

Jordana: Why?

Oliver: ‘Cause I know the answer.

Jordana: Oh! Do you?

Oliver: Yes, I do.

Jordana: How deep is the ocean?

Oliver: I’m not gonna say.

Jordana: I’m brokenhearted.

Oliver: The ocean is six miles deep.

Jordana: Good.

—  Submarine
2

“Ask me how deep the ocean is.

 Shut up.

 Come on, just ask me.

 Why?

‘Cause I know the answer.

 Oh! Do you?

 Yes, I do.

 How deep is the ocean?

 I’m not gonna say.

 I’m brokenhearted.

 The ocean is six miles deep.

 Good.”

              - Submarine (2010)

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When I was a kid, whenever I’d feel small or lonely, I’d look up at the stars. Wondered if there was life up there. Turns out I was looking in the wrong direction. When alien life entered our world, it was from deep beneath the Pacific Ocean. A fissure between two tectonic plates. A portal between dimensions. The Breach. I was fifteen when the first Kaiju made land in San Francisco. By the time tanks, jets, and missiles took it down, six days and 35 miles later, three cities were destroyed. Tens of thousands of lives were lost. We mourned our dead, memorialized the attack, and moved on. And then, only six months later, the second attack hit Manila. Then the third one hit Cabo. And then the fourth. And then we learned this was not gonna stop. This was just the beginning. We needed a new weapon. The world came together, pooling it’s resources and throwing aside old rivalries for the sake of the greater good. To fight monsters, we created monsters of our own. The Jaeger program was born. 

When I was a kid, whenever I’d feel small or lonely, I’d look up at the stars, wondered if there was life up there. Turns out I was looking in the wrong direction. When alien life entered our world it was from the deep beneath the Pacific Ocean, a fischer between two tectonic plates. A portal between the dimensions, a breach. I was fifteen when the first Kaiju landed in San Francisco. By the time tanks, jets and missiles took it down, six days and thirty five miles later, three cities were destroyed. Tens of thousands of lives were lost. We mourned our dead, memorialized the attack, moved on. And then, only six months later, a second attack hit Manila. And then the third one hit Cabo, and then the fourth. And then we learned, this was not gonna stop, this was just the beginning. We needed new a weapon. 

& if my flame for you burns out, it’s your fault for the suffocation of it. Go ahead, you murder this as I stand by the side. I’m too tired to be the only one fighting anymore, so excuse me if I don’t go reaching for extra conversation that doesn’t go anywhere anyway, excuse me if effort is the one thing I don’t have much left of anymore. I’ve been giving oxygen to the fire for years, chasing it down, running toward & never from. I wanted the burn more than anything. I wanted to be charred, I wanted to be made raw, but I can see the flicker coming & I can hear the wind of my own disinterest starting to pick up. I suppose you were guessing correctly from the start, ‘cause I’m growing bored now. Same game as always, right? & I’m just too weak these days to search out the deep parts of your heart again. I can’t harpoon your feelings, can’t drag them out of the ocean inside of your chest. They are sitting six miles at the bottom of your soul & I would never survive the dive & it wouldn’t matter if I did. I can never seem to make anything stick & I can’t give you any of the best parts of me when empty conversation is all you’re seeking, but I’m not here to fill up the spaces between hating yourself & I’m not here to remind you what could have been & I don’t really like talking about movies with anyone, because, God, who the fuck cares? I like talking about what keeps people awake at night. I like talking about shame. I like mistakes & secrets & confessions from childhood & I’m not here to talk about the mundane parts of life with you, even though I do it anyway. & I’m not here to distract you from anything. I’m here because I love you & I don’t know what reason will be left when that finally fades away, turning what we once had into a pit full of charcoal dust & nothing else.