#(it is also--if you're curious--my 30th YJ fic. i am. really going at it.)

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one goal

To say Van is a good goalie is too simple. Too ordered. Van is a goddamn excellent goalie.

Which is what makes playing against Taissa so fucking exasperating.

(based on a conversation with @americanhooligans)

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To say Van is a good goalie is too goddamn simplistic. Too neat. Too ordered. There’s no order to goaltending, no simple rhythm. The game is ever-evolving. The players are always finding new tricks, new holes in the goalie’s defenses. The fun of it is in the puzzle, how there are never quite enough pieces to form a complete image. To say Van is a good goalie is too goddamn simplistic. She’s made an art of the thing, of the complex mix of reckless courage and idiot instinct required to make those saves. No one can do what she can. She even has a full contingency plan for showdowns with each and every Yellowjacket. She’s observed them all, has their moves down to a science inside her head. The way Lottie hesitates. The way Shauna jukes to the left. The way Nat’s bullet-straight shot can be stopped only because it always, always angles down at the last second. She knows them all. She’s basically Batman.