Sally Face vs. Bible lore (v.2, refined and rebloggable!)

pepper-demon:

(I may or may not nuke the previous version)

Gather up, Sally Fans, me and @starrfaux are about to blow your minds.

Disclaimer: it started as a late night poking at random details for fun. Really.

So, The Similarities.

- Sal’s time of death/18:33 (“They will flog him and kill him. And on the third day, he will rise again.”)
- Larry Johnson/John the apostle (y'know, the only one to die of natural causes. Ahh, the irony.)
- Sal’s 12 victims/12 apostles
- 3:33 (time on the alarm clock at the beginning of ep 4)/this:

And then I googled The Last Supper, and it all got Real Deep Real Fast.

We’ll take this bit of Leonardo’s mural:

And add this shot from Ep 3:

Off we go!

- Sal/Jesus (did you know? “Sal”, a form of “Salvadore”, means “savior”.)

- Maple (has a baggie with her non-bologna lunch)/Judas (having a baggie with silver coins) (Check out @starrfaux ’s blog for “Maple is cult-affiliated” theories)

- Chug (first to join Sally in the whole “ghosts are real” stuff)/Peter (first to join Jesus) (okay, I accept suggestions on this one)

- Larry/John (the beloved pupil yadda yadda)

- Ash/Thomas. Y’know, The Doubting Thomas? The skeptical one? The one who didn’t believe till the last moment?

- Todd (an avid believer of the supernatural, and look where it got him)/James the Great (first to be martyred for his faith)

- The whole, you know, “flesh-eating”

The conclusion: if all of this turns out to be one huge coincidence, I swear I’ll adopt an adequate sleeping schedule for a month.

(Still open for suggestions! Feel free to add stuff that we missed!)

slowoane:

Sal

noodlerdoodler:

(sal voice) sir that’s my emotional support stoner ghost

johannesviii:

lostalive:

genderists:

i just had the weirdest moment, i was feeling my front teeth with my tongue because they’re the tiniest bit crooked, and then i had the thought “i’ll check if they’re also crooked in my other mouth” and then i realized to my shock and confusion that i have only one mouth, leading me to believe that in a past life i was a terrible monster with two mouths

A few months ago, I thought to myself “Mmm I’m so tired… how much longer in this one again?” and I knew instinctively what I meant by ‘this one’ was this body and this life. I then spend a few wide-eyed moments having an identity/existential crisis like how many times have I been on this earth to have such an instinctive response to being bone-weary to my soul? No one can really answer, especially not me.

In July 2017, one night I woke up around 2 a.m and blurted out in a quasi professorial voice “the Equinox Bird has infinite beaks, all in the wrong direction, and infinite eyes” and I don’t know what the fuck I was dreaming about but it still haunts me. It seemed like a very important information for a few seconds.

liepard:

chickens r like… bwakwakwk…. 

pyomorphic:

person about to invent hummus: man fuck these chickpeas *beats the shit out of them*

fiddlefordhadronmcgucket:

Over the Garden Wall played me so hard when the main characters weren’t 1600′s ass pilgrim children

good-relatable-doggos:

horrorbisexual:

horrorbisexual:

me staring into my dumbass dog’s giant sweet brown eyes as he tries to eat the hair tie off my wrist: if your head is so big then why are you still so stupid you big dumb boy? huh???

look at him! there’s nothing at all in this giant head! it’s filled with air and love!!!

Tell your dog I love him

(Source: firesuns)