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I hate her so much
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I’m sorry im on my Anthy Himemiya bullshit again. I just love her so much. Because at first she seems like the ultimate perfectly feminine damsel in distress. The ideal princess. She’s totally subservient, totally docile and submissive for everyone to project their desires onto, the beautiful Rose Bride that serves her prince. And she’s so perfect, but isn’t it awful that she’s completely at the whim of whoever she’s engaged to? Doesn’t it make you want to save the poor princess? She’s perfect for the role. She’s there to be desired, chased after, rescued.
AND THEN. And then you start to see the cracks in her and realize how profoundly fucked up she is. How manipulative, how cruel, how unapologetically goddamn weird she is. She’s been trapped in this awful cycle for so long that it’s completely killed any hope she might have had of being free, any faith she might have had in other people. She’s bitter and mean and drags anyone who gets close down with her.
And even then, after all that time, after initially getting sucked into the same old spiral, Utena manages to break the narrative, and the hardest, coldest heart in the world can’t help but love her.
Hey, I love her, too.
Gotta love a passive aggressive damsel in distress who frees herself in the end through support of a good friend.
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Nanami and the dissolving dress incident from episode 3
When I was rewatching this episode recently, it struck me that the dissolving dress incident was actually quite a nasty thing for Nanami to do to Anthy -- and I don't think Nanami understood how nasty it really was.
Rest of the post is under a readmore due to mentioned spoilers for the wider series, mainly with regards to Anthy and the deeply unpleasant things she's been through.
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SA Mention //
The cantarella scene in Utena is so so so good and nearly every bit of it has been analyzed over the years (for good reason!). But can we take a moment to talk about how the music skips?
Right after Anthy suggests she poisoned Utena's cookies. The background music starts skipping. It's an obvious loop too, once you hear it, it's hard to unhear. The music doesn't pick back up until after Utena admits to poisoning the tea, AFTER the spinning red rose. It picks back up at "The tea is delicious".
At the most basic level, the skipping is just another method by which RGU creates emphasis.
But it just. It can't help but remind me of the most significant case of music skipping in the franchise. In Adolescence of Utena, right before E-Ko and F-Ko show the tape of Anthy's assault (another scene which has to do with something being put in Anthy's drink).
So then, the skipping could represent honesty. The brutal, uncomfortable bearing of the truth. Statements that ring in the ears and choices that maybe aren't the most delicate or harmless but had to convey the intended message somehow.
(If anyone else has watched seebeees' video essay on transfeminism in utena [which you should, it's really good], it reminds me of their point on the way Adolescence could be using static to represent Anthy's trauma. Records and CDs skip when something has dirtied them. Scratched them. Damaged them).
It could represent repetition obviously, but it could also represent the exact opposite. A breaking of the cycle, a momentary reprieve from the looping record that is Anthy and Utena's lives at Ohtori. When they confess their love for each other in that moment, in such an odd and uniquely utenanthy way, it catches the narrative off-guard. They are cracking the shell of their egg. Their love is forcing itself through the narrative.
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In a corner of Gaza, my family and I are drowning in destruction, with the echoes of suffering surrounding us. I sat beside my modest tent, hastily erected after losing my home in the latest bombing. The faces of my family tell stories of patience and resilience, with lines of time etched upon them, as if they were records of unforgettable events. 🇵🇸⏳🍉
I once lived in a small home, filled with the laughter and voices of my children. Today, I have become a witness to the agony of displacement. The bombing forced me to flee with my children after a shell struck our home, leaving behind years of memories and simple belongings I never imagined would become unreachable. 🏚️💨
Every morning, I leave my tent and go to work, using a clay oven to provide food for my children. Meanwhile, my youngest son heads to the charity kitchens that offer aid, waiting for long hours under Gaza’s scorching sun. Despite the exhaustion that weighs down his frail body, he carries the food mixed with his tears and returns with a fake smile, hiding behind it the burdens of his struggles. 🍞🥀
At night, when everyone else is asleep, I remain seated at the entrance of my tent, gazing at the dark sky, reminiscing about days gone by… about my home that was once filled with warmth. Yet, I still find remnants of hope in my heart—a hope that one day peace will return, and my children and I will live in a new home, filled with joy. 🌙🏡✨
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Think it over carefully. Your partner is important.
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A Cry for Help from a Devastated Palestinian Mother
My name is Aisha,
a mother of eight children. We have lost everything due to the war. Our home and source of livelihood were bombed by the Israeli army, leaving us homeless, with no shelter and no means to survive. We are constantly displaced, struggling to find a safe place to stay, and we have nothing to provide for our children.
Today is Eid Al-Fitr, a day of joy for many, but my children are crying because I couldn’t afford to buy them new clothes or toys to celebrate. Their innocent hearts do not understand why they are deprived of the simplest joys.
To make matters even worse, my eldest daughter is married with a child, but her husband was martyred in the war, leaving her a young widow, struggling to raise her baby in the midst of destruction.
Adding to our suffering, my youngest baby—only seven months old—has a sebaceous cyst near his ear and urgently needs surgery to remove it. But in our current situation, I have no way to afford his medical treatment, and every day I live in fear for his health.
Today, we are without a home, without food, and without hope. We are suffering in silence, but now, I am crying out for help to every kind and compassionate heart: Please help us. Do not leave us alone in this pain!
Any assistance, no matter how small, can mean the difference between life and despair. If you can donate or contribute to easing our suffering, please reach out. May Allah bless those who help the distressed and relieve the burdens of the oppressed.
#Save_A_Family_In_CrisisI'll keep spreading the word #Homeless_Children #Urgent_Help_Needed #Save_My_Baby
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A Cry for Help from a Devastated Palestinian Mother
My name is Aisha,
a mother of eight children. We have lost everything due to the war. Our home and source of livelihood were bombed by the Israeli army, leaving us homeless, with no shelter and no means to survive. We are constantly displaced, struggling to find a safe place to stay, and we have nothing to provide for our children.
Today is Eid Al-Fitr, a day of joy for many, but my children are crying because I couldn’t afford to buy them new clothes or toys to celebrate. Their innocent hearts do not understand why they are deprived of the simplest joys.
To make matters even worse, my eldest daughter is married with a child, but her husband was martyred in the war, leaving her a young widow, struggling to raise her baby in the midst of destruction.
Adding to our suffering, my youngest baby—only seven months old—has a sebaceous cyst near his ear and urgently needs surgery to remove it. But in our current situation, I have no way to afford his medical treatment, and every day I live in fear for his health.
Today, we are without a home, without food, and without hope. We are suffering in silence, but now, I am crying out for help to every kind and compassionate heart: Please help us. Do not leave us alone in this pain!
Any assistance, no matter how small, can mean the difference between life and despair. If you can donate or contribute to easing our suffering, please reach out. May Allah bless those who help the distressed and relieve the burdens of the oppressed.
#Save_A_Family_In_CrisisI'll keep spreading the word #Homeless_Children #Urgent_Help_Needed #Save_My_Baby
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A Cry for Help from a Devastated Palestinian Mother
My name is Aisha,
a mother of eight children. We have lost everything due to the war. Our home and source of livelihood were bombed by the Israeli army, leaving us homeless, with no shelter and no means to survive. We are constantly displaced, struggling to find a safe place to stay, and we have nothing to provide for our children.
Today is Eid Al-Fitr, a day of joy for many, but my children are crying because I couldn’t afford to buy them new clothes or toys to celebrate. Their innocent hearts do not understand why they are deprived of the simplest joys.
To make matters even worse, my eldest daughter is married with a child, but her husband was martyred in the war, leaving her a young widow, struggling to raise her baby in the midst of destruction.
Adding to our suffering, my youngest baby—only seven months old—has a sebaceous cyst near his ear and urgently needs surgery to remove it. But in our current situation, I have no way to afford his medical treatment, and every day I live in fear for his health.
Today, we are without a home, without food, and without hope. We are suffering in silence, but now, I am crying out for help to every kind and compassionate heart: Please help us. Do not leave us alone in this pain!
Any assistance, no matter how small, can mean the difference between life and despair. If you can donate or contribute to easing our suffering, please reach out. May Allah bless those who help the distressed and relieve the burdens of the oppressed.
#Save_A_Family_In_CrisisI'll keep spreading the word #Homeless_Children #Urgent_Help_Needed #Save_My_Baby
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A Cry for Help from a Devastated Palestinian Mother
My name is Aisha,
a mother of eight children. We have lost everything due to the war. Our home and source of livelihood were bombed by the Israeli army, leaving us homeless, with no shelter and no means to survive. We are constantly displaced, struggling to find a safe place to stay, and we have nothing to provide for our children.
Today is Eid Al-Fitr, a day of joy for many, but my children are crying because I couldn’t afford to buy them new clothes or toys to celebrate. Their innocent hearts do not understand why they are deprived of the simplest joys.
To make matters even worse, my eldest daughter is married with a child, but her husband was martyred in the war, leaving her a young widow, struggling to raise her baby in the midst of destruction.
Adding to our suffering, my youngest baby—only seven months old—has a sebaceous cyst near his ear and urgently needs surgery to remove it. But in our current situation, I have no way to afford his medical treatment, and every day I live in fear for his health.
Today, we are without a home, without food, and without hope. We are suffering in silence, but now, I am crying out for help to every kind and compassionate heart: Please help us. Do not leave us alone in this pain!
Any assistance, no matter how small, can mean the difference between life and despair. If you can donate or contribute to easing our suffering, please reach out. May Allah bless those who help the distressed and relieve the burdens of the oppressed.
#Save_A_Family_In_CrisisI'll keep spreading the word #Homeless_Children #Urgent_Help_Needed #Save_My_Baby
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Mohammed is dying in my arms... and I can't save him 💔
How does a father cope with the moment when he sees his child slipping from his grasp, suffocating in front of him, trembling, groaning in pain, while he can do nothing but cry? How do I bear Mohammed's gaze as he stares at me with eyes filled with fear, silently asking, "Father, why are you letting me die?" And I have no answer. All I have is my tears falling down his little face, as if they're an apology for not being a father capable of saving him.
My son is dying in front of me.His breathing is fading. His body is trembling. His eyes are fading.
And the doctors are looking at me with merciless looks: "Either surgery immediately... or prepare to say goodbye."
His goodbye? How can a father hear those words and live? How can I stand helpless and watch my child slip through my fingers, knowing there is a chance to save him, but it isn't mine?
Mohammed is suffering from severe lung infections, and his tiny body can no longer resist. He needs urgent surgery, but I am poor, destitute, and unable to afford life. How can money be the barrier between me and saving my child? How can I accept that disability is the reason I lose him?
I feel like I'm living an endless nightmare... trapped in a moment that repeats itself mercilessly, a moment in which I see him in pain, unable to do anything. Don't let me bury him, knowing that I could have saved him if only a compassionate hand had reached out to me.
Please, don't let him die.Don't let my shroud be in my little one's hands.Don't let his voice fade forever while you still have a chance to save him.
Every passing minute steals him further from me... every moment brings me closer to disaster. Any support, any sharing, any heart that moves to save him could mean the difference between life and death for my child.
💔 Please... Save Mohammed before his name is written among the departed... before this plea turns into an elegy. 💔
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Mohammed is dying in my arms... and I can't save him 💔
How does a father cope with the moment when he sees his child slipping from his grasp, suffocating in front of him, trembling, groaning in pain, while he can do nothing but cry? How do I bear Mohammed's gaze as he stares at me with eyes filled with fear, silently asking, "Father, why are you letting me die?" And I have no answer. All I have is my tears falling down his little face, as if they're an apology for not being a father capable of saving him.
My son is dying in front of me.His breathing is fading. His body is trembling. His eyes are fading.
And the doctors are looking at me with merciless looks: "Either surgery immediately... or prepare to say goodbye."
His goodbye? How can a father hear those words and live? How can I stand helpless and watch my child slip through my fingers, knowing there is a chance to save him, but it isn't mine?
Mohammed is suffering from severe lung infections, and his tiny body can no longer resist. He needs urgent surgery, but I am poor, destitute, and unable to afford life. How can money be the barrier between me and saving my child? How can I accept that disability is the reason I lose him?
I feel like I'm living an endless nightmare... trapped in a moment that repeats itself mercilessly, a moment in which I see him in pain, unable to do anything. Don't let me bury him, knowing that I could have saved him if only a compassionate hand had reached out to me.
Please, don't let him die.Don't let my shroud be in my little one's hands.Don't let his voice fade forever while you still have a chance to save him.
Every passing minute steals him further from me... every moment brings me closer to disaster. Any support, any sharing, any heart that moves to save him could mean the difference between life and death for my child.
💔 Please... Save Mohammed before his name is written among the departed... before this plea turns into an elegy. 💔
#SaveMohammed
#Don'tLetHimDie
#MyChildIsDyingBeforeMyEyes
#Mohammed'sLifeIsATrust
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