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fuckyeahgoodomens · 10 months
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Hello! Do you happen to know which nebula it is in the background of the first scene of s2? I wasn’t sure if anyone had identified it or if I should start trying to match it up with some NASA pics…
If no one has identified it, do you have any nice clear images of it?
Hiya! :)
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These are the Pillars of Creation in the Eagle Nebula in the Serpens constellation,
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grntaire · 8 months
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i’m here bitch this goes fucking crazy
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oldbookshop · 10 months
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opening scene made my astronomy major brain go crazy because
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Here we can clearly see the Pillars of Creation, which is part of the Eagle Nebula, which is in the Serpens constellation!!! Aka the Serpent!!! Snake! Crowley! No idea if this was intentional but I like it!! (@neil-gaiman was this intentional?)
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sentientsky · 5 months
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Okay, so we all know and love this scene, yeah? But there's a bit more to this (which has probably already been discussed, seeing as it's been like six months and we all have massive amounts of brainrot lol).
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As I'm sure you know, that clustering of dust and interstellar gas in the center of the frame is referred to as "the Pillars of Creation". Also known as the Hand of God, it's a region within the Eagle Nebula. And the Eagle Nebula is located within the constellation Serpens, which translates from Latin to (you guessed it!) "snake". Here's an image of the constellation itself:
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It's actually the only one of 88 constellations (within Western cosmological views) that's split into two pieces: the head of the serpent (serpens caput), as well as the tail of the serpent (serpens cauda), each of which is separated by the constellation Ophiuchus (source). I know it's kind of silly, and sort of a stretch, but it's just interesting to see both the serpentine (Crowley my beloved) and separation (F15 + Crowley’s Fall) motifs play out on a celestial scale.
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lemonerix · 10 months
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Hozier is on blast while I enjoyed girl dinner last night so this is where I channeled that energy to
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trisshawkeye · 10 months
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Dear Good Omens fandom, let's talk about SPACE
Did you know that the number of star-forming nebulae (otherwise known as H II regions) in this galaxy alone, ignoring all of the other galaxies out there, is over 8000 at least? Of which we know that Crowley was involved in making at least three (the Pillars of Creation i.e the Eagle Nebula, the one he looked at in S1 i.e. Eta Carinae I believe, and the Horsehead Nebula)? The latter of which he worked closely with Saraqael, another angel, to make (as well as 'closely with upstairs' with the Pillars of Creation), so it wasn't like they were all solo projects?
Did you know that outside of star-forming regions, which seem to be Crowley's area of expertise, there are hundreds of billions of stars in the Milky Way alone (which in the GO-verse come 'pre-aged' and, from my own interpretation of how Crowley says it, are likely someone else's department)? One of which is our Sun, which Crowley definitely didn't seem to be involved in the creation of, given his ignorance of the big plans for that quadrant and its inhabitant 'people'?
And did you know that outside of our own galaxy, there are estimated to be hundreds of billions of galaxies, all of which I imagine do actually exist in the GO-verse given how Crowley talks about 'trillions of stars' being out there? Which, yeah, he might have some minor involvement in making, but given how much care, attention, and recognition he gives the individual nebulae he's been involved in creating, I'd consider this very unlikely.
Space is really, really, really, really, fucking big. No, far bigger than that. And I propose to you that Crowley being involved in making space stuff doesn't actually make him much more important than the almost certainly millions of other angels also working on making space stuff, and certainly not an archangel.
Someone taking that much joy and excitement and love in the creation of a single star-forming region in the grand scheme of the universe is no less a tiny cog in the giant machine of Heaven than Aziraphale is. And I'd have it no other way.
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lvckyuh · 1 year
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I can’t explain how I want to do a Raymond and Kevin, Good Omens au
But Shawn x Raymond is pretty much that but obviously different afterlife situations
Oh well I like, and I have a lot of Shawn x Raymond ideas so I’ll just do it anyways
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twobeesinatrenchcoat · 8 months
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Yeah, yeah I'm like really normal, I swear, haha like you can definitely talk to me without me bringing up those gay celestial beings, like I swear, I'm so normal
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theonevoice · 8 months
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Have a gold star...
I swear, I started this as a wholesome innocent comment on how when Crowley has to think of a prize, after 6000+ years, his sweet head still goes to stars as the ultimate symbol of something beautiful and cherished.
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But then I was struck by something: sarcasm.
Both times, when he tells someone to "have a gold star," he doesn't say it with a tone of affectionate irony, like the cool-but-sweet uncle with a rough personality but a soft heart. He says it with a tone of bitter sarcasm, of painful disenchantment.
Because it's not a prize that he is offering; it's a sop, a cruel joke-gift, something that will get you excited at first just because you have a stupid, naive, innocent soul, and you will later realize that it means nothing to the one who assigned it to you, and that they are ready to take it away whenever they want, while the rest of the world laughs at your ridiculous gullibility.
Because this is what stars were for him.
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They were his beloved, exciting creation. The star-factory nebula was his cherished task, assigned to him by God, and he believed that it was meant to be a thing of beauty and splendor, and hold value in the grand scheme of the universe... only to discover, immediately after he created it, that it was never intended to have any value at all. It meant nothing to God. It wasn't even planned to last enough to fullfill its purpose. It was a joke, a cruel prank. 
The stars were God's bad pun of giving angel!Crowley something to do, and love, and have hope and expectations for, and then taking it away. Revealing that it was just a shiny piece of gold cardstock that only a simpleton could consider valuable. Of course he can only say "have a gold star" as a dry snarky sarcastic comment on someone who thinks they have achieved something meaningful when it's actually nothing. Be it the Them defeating the Four Horsemen. Be it Muriel being noticed by the Metatron.
Great, sure, have a gold star, be all excited and squealing with happiness, it will turn into ashes before you even know it.
I am not sure that Crowley's snake eyes were ever intended to signal that he cannot see the stars because snakes have bad vision (even ignoring the zoological fact that they are sensitive to UV light though, so they should still see astronomical objects, in the book it says that demons must be able to see at night, and that's why Crowley doesn't need to turn on the lights on the Bentley), but for sure the Fall and Heaven's cruelty has ruined the stars for him, in a way.
Now, in his mind, they are the ultimate symbol of delusion, of naivety, of foolishly investing your love and passion and hopes in something, of stupidly ignoring that the things you cherish will be ruined or taken away from you or leave you on their own accord.
That's also why Aziraphale's "nothing lasts forever" cuts him so deep. That's why his "no... no, I dont' suppose it does" sounds so much like a truth that he is remembering instead of one that he has jsut discovered.
Here you go, you did it again, you thought you had something significant and instead it was just like your stars, you should have known that whenever you find something beautiful it's just a matter of time before you lose it, you shouldn't get too attached.
In s1e6 he says it to the Them, in s2e6 he says it to Muriel. I do hope that in s3e6 he will get the chance to say it again, but this time it will be honest and out of joy, because whatever is going to happen will make him able again to believe that you can be happy, and can hold onto the good things that you love. You can have all the gold stars, for real. They don't always have to disappear and leave you in pain. They can stay with you.
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feyooons · 8 months
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angel crowley au 💫
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meet haniel! was one of the few angels who worked on the stars and now lives in a lil observatory on earth as an astronomer ^-^ (it makes them feel closer to their creations)
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glam-rock-boots · 1 year
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no one is ready for the astronomical levels of cunt crowley is gonna serve in this new season of good omens
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gigisgoblog · 9 months
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You kknow what i really need to read? Fanfics of Crowley interacting with his earthly friends.
Stories of how he met Da Vinci, of how he told him his nature and showed him his eyes. Story of nights they spent engineering and designing new tools to explore the earth, and maybe later the universe. Stories of Crowley encouraging him to draw the Mona Lisa, or giving him details of the Last Supper: who was next to whom, who drank what, who ate what, and what Juda exactly did that night. Stories of them travelling together, from one patron to another, talking about science and art. And maybe a little about Aziraphale too.
I want stories of Crowley meeting Copernic, Gallileo, and the great astronomers of their time. Watching them get closer to the truth, rediscovering truths that their ancestors knew already, but Crowley loved them anyway, because they asked questions. Because they exploited loopholes. Because they stood to the Church.
I want stories with Shakespeare, where they brainstorm witty plays and romantic lines. And I want stories of Crowley and Jane Austen, going on crazy spy adventures and going home right on time for the night's ball.
I want Crowley to have been there on the moon as Appolo 11 landed, watching his protégés get closer to his stars. Hell didn't hear about it, and they didn't need to.
And stories about Crowley and his love for plants. Wouldn't it be funny, if he was in Madame de Pampadour's suite ? "Amazing gardner", remember? "I am infiltrating the french royal court to spread overspending and abuse of power", he could tell Hell. None of that would be true, of course. The french didn't need him for that. No, he was there for the gardens, the ducks, and Madame de Pampadour's delicious company. When she died, she left him a letter, and an incentive to keep care of her garden. He did, till the revolution came. And when he fled, he took the seeds and planted them in St James' park.
[Part 1][Parts 2&3]
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raz-writes-the-thing · 9 months
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A Fair Few Questions
Aziraphale x Crowley x GN!Reader
In which the Reader finds out Aziraphale and Crowley are Supernatural entities and has a fair few questions for them.
Requests are: OPEN
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“So… let me get this straight,” you say, “those are not coloured contacts… Zira, you’re an Angel, and Crowley is a Demon.” You blink as though it will clear the shock and confusion from your system. “And not as in cutesy pet names ‘Angels’ and ‘Demons.’ Real, biblical, Heaven and Hell ‘Angels and Demons.’” Oh, you might just faint if you weren’t careful.
Crowley sticks his bottom lip out thoughtfully for a moment, swishing his wine around in his glass. “‘Bout sums it up, yeah.” 
You let out an exasperated sound that’s not quite a word but not quite a formless sound either. Your hand comes up to rub at your forehead. A habit you’ve grown into. You were going to get wrinkles if you weren’t careful.
“I don’t- what do you mean,” you reply, frustration eating at your brain. “I have so many questions.” 
Aziraphale smiles comfortingly, patting his lap. They’re both sitting on a two seater lounge next to each other- Crowley splayed out in his usual fashion. You let out a little noise of protestion before immediately caving and going to lay across the two of them, head in Aziraphale’s lap. 
The headache immediately eases, and you wonder just how much Aziraphale had to do with it. Anything was possible, right? And now you were thinking about it, all of your aches and pains mysteriously disappeared when he was near. Odd, but suddenly making a whole lot more sense.
“Oh, my dear,” he coos, one hand coming up to play with your hair softly. “I know it’s hard to understand. Humans aren’t quite as aware of us as they used to be.” He looked to Crowley, who was downing some more of his wine ever-so-helpfully. “Crowley, love, do you remember back at the beginning- the Human’s recognised us as Angels and Demons by sight? It’s certainly not like that anymore.” 
“Mm, right,” Crowley replied, laying a hand over your legs and shifting them more comfortably for you onto his lap and not seeming a might bit bothered by the idea that humans did not recognise him by sight anymore. “You have questions, then?” 
You flustered for a moment, looking between the two of them. 
“Are you allowed to answer things?” You ask cautiously. You didn’t want to get them in trouble. Could they get in trouble?
“Uh, sure,” Crowley shrugged, setting his empty glass down on the side table. He propped his elbow on the back of the lounge so he could face towards you. 
“Is… God real?” You asked with another moments hesitation. 
“Oh, yes,” Aziraphale replied, a reverent look on his face. “Most definitely, I’ve spoken with her once or twice.” 
You swallowed thickly and thought you might just move on from that line of questioning. The implications of what that meant were astronomical and way too much to focus on right now. 
“Do pets go to Heavan? Oh, please say yes.” 
Crowley chuckled and gave the outside of your thigh a comforting pat. 
“Yes, love, pets go to Heavan. I believe they have a rather nice park, too,” Aziraphale smiled, brushing his thumb between your eyebrows to ease the tension there.
“And- how old are you, really, then?” 
“Oh, we’re about six thousand years old,” Crowley says tiredly. You can empathise. Six thousand years is a long time. You’d be tired, too. You rub a hand down across your face, snuggling into Aziraphale’s tummy a little. “We’ve been here since the beginning.” 
“Since the beginning? Wait- does that mean- what about the Dinosaurs?” 
Crowley looks at you with a sly grin.
“That might’ve been us, I’m afraid, love.” You eye him in a way that says what-exactly-does-that-mean? To which he laughs, and replies, “it’s a joke Humanity hasn’t got yet.” 
You groan and cover your eyes, horrified by the information that has now been shoved at you. You don’t know what to do about any of this information. 
“Oh, dear, Crowley,” Aziraphale chuckles, looking down at you with such love. “I think we might have broke our favourite human.” 
Crowley squeezes your thigh and chuckles. “Mm, unfortunate. Might have to get a new one, eh, Angel? What do you think?”
“I rather think you might be right,” the literal Angel replies softly. You glare up at the two of them between your fingers, “but I do quite like this one.”
Crowley reaches over to pull one hand away from your face, bringing it to his lips to kiss softly. You cheeks heat at the intimate look in his eyes. His, you now realise- entirely real eyes and not at all contact covered. You lose yourself in them for a moment as he rubs your knuckles, lips pressing into the skin.
“Will you tell me something?” You ask, brushing a finger over Crowley’s cheek. “Something interesting you’ve done. I’m sure six thousand years worth of stories is a lot.” 
“Mm,” Crowley replied thoughtfully. “I suppose we do. As long as it’s not the fourteenth century. I hated the fourteenth century,” he makes a face. You filed that away to ask about another time.
“Oh, I know,” Aziraphale said, cheeks about to burst with the strength of his smile. “Shall we talk about the court of Henry the eighth?”
Crowley lets out a barely contained bark of a laugh. “Oh, yes. Now that was an interesting assignment. Bit close to the fourteenth, though,” he added with a hint of a warning.
“You’ll live,” Aziraphale brushed him off as he began to tell you all the interesting tid-bits that only someone who was there at the time could tell you about. 
The three of you talked for several hours about different eras of history. You asking questions, Aziraphale being quite factual, and Crowley adding all the juicy facts and drama into the mix to keep things interesting. 
As it turned out, they had a lot of information about a lot of things, and you were looking forward to asking them questions about everything under the sun, before the sun, and everything in between. 
Heavens, you really did love them. 
And they loved you too.
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allthemarrowoflife · 10 months
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classic good omens x ofmd. it's the age of piracy. crowley's in blackbeard's crew ("he's cool and scary") and aziraphale is in the gentleman pirate's ("he's kind and keeps books!"). they decide to play matchmakers for their miserable friends, except it backfires astronomically. the captains pull a Teen Beach Movie and crush on them instead. ed makes heart eyes at aziraphale. stede blushes when crowley talks. panic ensues. lucius is laughing im the background cause my man Knows Everything.
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queenofthearchipelago · 11 months
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What if Crowley created the stars and he needed another angel's help hanging them up? So angel Crowley created the stars and then he and Aziraphale hung them up together. And maybe that's why Crowley's so fond of Alpha Centauri, because Aziraphale hung his favorite star right next to his. Two stars so close together that for centuries astronomers thought they were one star.
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