Jim Holland Green Room.1955

Looks like we can't reflect, rotate, translate our way out of this one boys.

british tv is the only thing keeping cable together

touching grass is not enough sometimes. sometimes what you actually need to touch is a math textbook

sounds like a jane austen book title

The intimacy of reassurance.

Just like your system is formal and effective.

Math affirmations:

You are necessary and sufficient.

cant wait to do math research and write a proper thesis with people with the same ambition, I just need to learn the tools and broaden my own - my life goal

I spit out my drink lmao

I want weird math textbooks. Group theory textbooks in the style of a comic book. Real analysis textbooks written as a long dialogue between forest animals. Elaborate romantic fan fictions about the relationships between Lie groups and their corresponding Lie algebras.

Good Omens 2 appreciation post for that moment after Nina has just rocked Crowley's world with the revelation that no, he isn't slick and yes, it is glaringly obvious to everyone just how head over heels in love with Aziraphale he is.

Crowley takes himself off to the french restaurant and is drowning his sorrows in a bottle of wine while having the realisation that he's been following the angel around like a lovesick puppy all day with no other possible agenda other than to be around him.

And then he sees Aziraphale and whistles him over but the angel is too busy to join him for a wine in the middle of the day and Crowley tries to divert questions by complaining that he's scared Gabriel/Jim is gonna smite him and he'll be well and truly smote, no, smoted? Smited? What's the word he's looking for?

And the angel gives him a knowing look and says:

"Smitten, I believe."

PERFECTION.

GRAMMATICAL CORRECTION AND DIAGNOSIS IN A SENTENCE.

AZIRAPHALE JUST READ HIM LIKE A HIGHLY COLLECTIBLE BOOK AND DOESN'T EVEN REALISE HE HIT THE NAIL ON THE HEAD.

This is my new favourite double entendre.

Smitten as the past tense of Smite. And the exact reason Crowley is drinking in the middle of the day.

He's realising he's smitten, your honour.

I hope Neil closed the laptop with a dramatic flourish after writing that line. Hell if I'd written a moment that perfect I'd take a victory lap of the kitchen and then call someone to tell them how clever I'd been before I pop.