it’s facial reconstructions of prehistoric humans!!
like, look at this part-homo sapiens, part-neandertal man from well over 30,000 years ago:
doesn’t he just look like a dude you’d wanna hang out with? like he probably washes dishes in the kitchen with you, and has excellent weed
what a charming fellow. what stories he probably has to tell. i’d definitely go shoot the shit with him on Contemplation Rock after i’d finished my day’s work carving a bone flute for the autumn hunting ceremony, or whatever
people have been people ever since people first became people, i tell you what
they all had lives and histories and families and friends and dumb gossip and games they played and total bullshit in which they believed wholeheartedly
they all argued about the nature of the world, and of themselves
they all sang songs
they all drew pictures
they all buried their dead in graves, and they buried their dead in graves well before they did a lot of that other stuff. they buried their dead with flowers, with panther claws, with the bones of animals they’d killed, with the bones of family members who had died at the same time or earlier. they buried their dead with their arms folded across their chests
they fell in love
they took care of their old and their sick and their disabled, even when it cost them
they made new things, and worried about what the new things meant for people everywhere, as a whole
Oh I like him he looks like he would appreciate my jokes
This dude would have great stories at a get-together and would bring some really great homemade dip.
I feel like he really digs Lo-Fi Music
This guy was sculpted by Alfons and Adrie Kennis, and their Neanderthal reconstructions are all delightful.
I love the kid in the last picture a lot- they look like a kid, just a little kid who’s done some mischief and is trying not to laugh about it.
I also adore their Lucy- they’ve struck a wonderful balance between the falling angel and the rising ape.
And their Turkana boy- there’s something precious and wistful in those eyes.
But my favorite has got to be their reconstruction of H. floresiensis.
Just look at her. That’s a face of someone who’s lived and seen a lot, but also a face that’s known love and joy and laughter. That’s a face with a soul.
This even happens to me from time to time because over the course of running this blog, I went through thousands and thousands of submissions and I apparently do not remember all of them so I’ll see some older submission on my dash and get confused or worried for a good few seconds until I see my icon and realize, ah, that’s just me, phew.
@one-time-i-dreamt so, you’re telling us that the person who RUNS the freaky dream blog forgets to read the user name?!? I feel better now
The fact that one-time-i-dreamt is scared of her own posts is weirdly reassuring
Alien: … All right now I know you’re making that up.
Human: No it’s real. Sometimes, it’s rare but sometimes, we choose to die, and then we can simply die. No need for poison or knives we just curl up and a few seconds later we’re dead.
Alien: You mean to tell me that humans, a species that can refuse to feel what should be agonizing pain if it’s inconvenient for them, a species has been known to lift multiple tons and fight off predators twice their size to save their young, a species that doesn’t know the meaning of the word impossible, can and does choose to die.
Human: Again it’s rare but yes, if worse comes to worst and all hope is gone, we have been known to just walk until we find a comfortable quiet spot and die right then and there. It happens most often in war but really it could happen after any sufficiently traumatic event. We just give up, we realize that there is no more hope of rescue, that we are truly alone, and then we die from that knowledge.
Alien: … I knew humans were pack bonded creatures and did best in groups but I didn’t realize that could happen if they were left too fight alone. I thought humans were some kind of indescribable.
Right. Listen. The Discourse today is: we are all, as a collective fandom, entirely too chill about axehounds.
fucking LOOK AT THISTHING!? HAVE YOU EVER SEEN ANYTHING LESS LIKE A HOUND!??? IN YOUR ENTIRE LIFE????????
THEY HAVE THE CHEEK TO CALL THEIR BABIES ‘PUPPIES’. HOW MANY WORLDHOPPERS HAS THAT KILLED OFF. YOU WANT TO SEE A PUPPY? OH, YEAH, SURE. AND THEN THEY PRESENT YOU WITH THIS FUCKING THING.
NO.
NO.
NO.
But….but…the face is cute?!
They’re cuddly little babies and you’re trying to take that away from them :,( Look at that face. It’s the face of a Good Boy.
don’t be rude op they are sweet armour puppies. If you are struggling to love them please consider: they’re just domesticated armadillos. If someone presented you with this when you asked for a puppy don’t tell me you wouldn’t be thrilled.
My aesthetic: when you take off your glasses on a highway and all the lights go soft and smudged, a trail of amber behind you like a quiet afterthought
My aesthetic: keeping my own glasses on so I can see the road and not die
Im so sorry youve been trapped in the passenger seat all these years Yellow.
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