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Jun. 20th, 2020 10:40 am
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Хочу порекать.
Это очень необычный психотерапевтический фик по "Мистеру Роботу" с подробными описаниями педофилии. Такой... занудно-доброкачественный, правдоподобный, идущий туда, куда не пошел сериал, -- сентиментальное путешествие в ад или, что одно и то же, в детство.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/21890389?view_full_work=true
“How much do you love Darlene?”
“More than six hundred quadrillion, just like I love you.”
My heart felt funny, like the different muscles and valves forgot how to work together and the blood was getting stuck and going backwards and trying to get out. I spit out my question before I could think about it too much. “Do you love Darlene the same way you love me?”
“Which way?” asked my dad. “Up? Left? East? North?”
“No!” I snapped. I knew what I wanted to ask but I couldn’t say the words. I had spent a long time not saying them and I had gotten very good at not saying them.
“I didn’t mean to tease you, Elliot,” said my dad. “You’re special to me. Never think you’re not.”
Это очень необычный психотерапевтический фик по "Мистеру Роботу" с подробными описаниями педофилии. Такой... занудно-доброкачественный, правдоподобный, идущий туда, куда не пошел сериал, -- сентиментальное путешествие в ад или, что одно и то же, в детство.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/21890389?view_full_work=true
“How much do you love Darlene?”
“More than six hundred quadrillion, just like I love you.”
My heart felt funny, like the different muscles and valves forgot how to work together and the blood was getting stuck and going backwards and trying to get out. I spit out my question before I could think about it too much. “Do you love Darlene the same way you love me?”
“Which way?” asked my dad. “Up? Left? East? North?”
“No!” I snapped. I knew what I wanted to ask but I couldn’t say the words. I had spent a long time not saying them and I had gotten very good at not saying them.
“I didn’t mean to tease you, Elliot,” said my dad. “You’re special to me. Never think you’re not.”