Looking at utenanthy official art, I love how genuinely happy Anthy is portrayed in art that is meant to be post-anime.
Look at how happy she is!! Another notable detail is that she tends to be more in control in comparison to her art with utena as the rose bride (I mean, that’s a bit obvious considering she was the rose bride but I still feel the need to point it out)
She is held (damsel in distress style) by utena, who looks to be more in control and still has the prince mentality. (not all the art before the ending is like this, but a lot of it is). So it makes me really happy to see a genuinely happy and free anthy be more in control. They’re in love!! They’re free and they’re happy!!
This post doesn’t bring anything new to the table and I’m guessing this has been pointed out a million times before, but I want to gush about 90s anime lesbians. I love them dearly. Did you know they changed my life forever.
i read something about chuchu and how he could be an extension of anthy, like a manifestation of anthy’s true personality and emotions seperate from the persona she displays to everyone
i also saw someone else say that when anthy can be her authentic self when she’s visiting akio. i agree with this to a certain extent; yes, she leaves behind her glasses (her persona) when she visits akio, BUT she also leaves behind chuchu (her “true” emotions)
and what is left? well… nothing. she’s dissociating
“because i am a doll with no heart… i thought that no matter what befell my body, my heart wouldn’t feel the pain”
look I’m not gonna pretend I know anything about electronics, but sometimes a plug is so big it blocks another socket, and I’m always like “who the fuck do you think you are”
idk thinking about how sometimes you have to show up for people you aren’t that close to, because sometimes you’re just the person who’s there. sometimes you invite a new friend to a party and end up having to sit with them through a panic attack. sometimes you run into an acquaintance on their worst day and they need to talk about what happened. sometimes someone is crying in a stairwell and you’re the only one around to ask if they’re okay. and none of this is “trauma dumping” or whatever the fuck it’s just being there for people because you’re the one in the room with them.
