The end of Sailor Moon SuperS. I remember watching the dub in North America, and though the fifth season has a slim chance of ever getting dubbed here, it was a fitting end for the series. There’s something so powerful about a battered Super Sailor Moon holding baby Hotaru, with the Crystal shining bright. It’s a provocative reminder that even in the toughest of times, the darkest of hours, there is light, and there is hope for a better future. And that is something, when realize, brings me to tears.

It doesn’t get said enough.  They were a family.  Three mothers and their adopted daughter.  They wore promise rings as a symbol of their relationship, and if you consider how hugely important every piece of jewelry is in Sailor Moon, you realize that that means everything.  Setsuna and Hotaru had no home, no biological family, but that didn’t matter because they made their own.

Everybody talks about how amazing it was that a children’s show in the early 90s displayed a lesbian couple.  Let’s talk about how the manga displayed a lesbian family.  Let’s talk about how that lesbian family included their platonic friend, who was every bit as much a parent to their daughter, and there was nothing weird about that. 

((OP,I love this picture,could you possibly send me a link? ^^;;)