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"Her boss Meg reminds her of Natalie, a bit, and the elementary school lunch lady who would yell at them to stop fooling around in line but never made them pay for the full-fat milk cartons she slipped into their hands, as if she could tell by their boniness alone that Vera and Vicky never bothered to fill out the forms for free and reduced lunch."
Or, Van's not alone in the years after Taissa and before her return, at least not for a little while.
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Van is hurt, and Taissa is struggling.
Or, the aftermath of the wolf attack and Van's recovery, featuring missing scenes from Episodes 8 and 9.
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- Part 1 of body to flame
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Van is dying, and Taissa is missing, right in front of her.
Or, an expansion of the hospital scenes in 3x07.
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- Part 3 of body to flame
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homesick for you (even in heaven) by dollfaces for MamaWeeds
Fandoms: Yellowjackets (TV)
28 Jul 2023
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Van has a teeny, tiny cold. But it's fine. She's fine.
(Reader, she was not fine).
or, Van’s pretty sick. Tai (and Nat) notice.
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Taissa is leaving for Howard, and Van decides to get a tattoo, just because. There's no connection. None at all.
(Or, Van does something impulsive, Tai does not approve. She goes with her anyway. Post-rescue.)
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It's happened before, almost exactly like this: one is wounded, and the other searches fruitlessly for someone to blame besides herself.
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Van's wilderness surgery has an encore performance. Tai takes care of her after.
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- Part 2 of connective tissue
Bookmarked by dollfaces
11 May 2025
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trauma and tenderness is my favorite genre. also god can’t i let poor van palmer have a break? probably not.
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“We have to break her, Tai,” Shauna said, handing Tai the knife. “We can’t trust her.”
“She’s a liability,” Tai said, frowning into the gleam of Shauna’s knife. “She knows the mountains better than any of us. If she got away…”
“Exactly,” Shauna hissed. “Do you see what I fucking mean now?”
“You’re right,” Tai said to Shauna’s metallic reflection. She tucked the knife away.
“Show me the blood when you come back.”
--The Yellowjackets reunite in Wiskayok for Shauna's wedding. The past comes with them.
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- Part 2 of ceremony
Bookmarked by dollfaces
16 Apr 2025
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'c’mon, open the fuck up,' the person shouts, and you’re drunk because it sounds like— it sounds like—
you open the door.
van palmer is standing there, red hair cut jaggedly to her chin, a purple-yellow bruise fading across the unscarred half of her face, her fingers wrapped loosely around a handle of paint thinner masquerading poorly as vodka.
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van and natalie making poor choices post-rescue
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Fact of life: Van is funny.
Taissa learns this less than five minutes into freshman year soccer tryouts, when the goalkeeper comes tearing out of the locker room and trips over her own feet in her haste, tumbling onto the turf gracelessly. She pops up laughing before anyone else can start and cracks a joke that makes the giggles rising from the other girls mirthful instead of judgmental.
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me wanting to write about the ‘this is our fault’ moment from s3 turned into 6,000 words of taissa turner watching van palmer’s light go dim and desperately trying to turn it back up again
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14 Apr 2025
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we don't talk about it (we don't have the time) by hotelparkinglot
Fandoms: Yellowjackets (TV)
12 Apr 2025
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Shauna is crouched in front of the goalkeeper, talking quietly as she reaches out to check the bandages tied around her cheek, and Taissa’s stomach plummets when Van flinches away from the outstretched hand so hard she smacks her head against the cabin wall.
Shuana exclaims in surprise, withdrawing her hand as Van’s eyes lock on her again, blown with fear.
“Woah, hey,” she says, edging backwards like she expects Van to snap at her hand.
“Taissa, wait—” Natalie’s voice fades into the background as Taissa rips her wrist out of the blonde’s loose hold and makes her way across the cabin frantically. She’s already murmuring soothing nothings as she crouches down beside Van, hands reaching to close the space between them, freezing when Van jerks back with a whine. She leans in closer, chest tightening at the way Van shrinks back, but unwilling to pull away without finding what she’s looking for.