lifelong typo.

thinking about van palmer on this day. something that’s so crucial to me is while yes she beautifully subverts the bury your gays in a way i’ve only ever once seen otherwise, she is also too fucking stubborn to die. she found a way out of the burning plane even when jackie insisted on her and shauna leaving without van, a wolf tore off her face and a little bit later when they tried to light her on a funeral pyre and she came to the first thing she says is “really? fire?” she will always be a fighter even at times when it’s not noticeable to most of her teammates how hard she’s fighting. how hard van’s fighting to stay alive, to get out of here, the same way she was fighting when she was in wiskayok with an alcoholic mother in a house on the wrong side of the tracks. the only reason van is even alive is because liv hewson imbued her with so much charm and charisma that it was impossible to truly off her for tragedy’s sake. van can’t die, and in a lot of ways that’s horrifying to her. she can’t die, she won’t let death take her, but sometimes she wish she could die so she wouldn’t have to live with it all. and that’s the fuck of it all, isn’t it? death’s a bitch and then you keep living.