Not some Hideo Kojima secret marketing trick ;)

Very little trust in the cupinchas nowadays.

(Ela/dela) (she/her)

[Carly Rae Jepsen @carlyraejepsen]

RIP this man’s hands. It took a lot of takes before I finally convinced him to wear gloves. 🧤

[URUHA the GazettE @uruha_gazette__]

このような報告をしなければならない結果に至ってしまった事を何より辛く、そして残念に思いながら己の無力さに、ただただ愕然と今日まで抗えない現実に向き合いながら過ごしてきました。

ただどんな時でも、皆の前で何度も誓った突き進んで行く覚悟を思う事で、こうやって今も俺たちは立ち続けていられる、そして自分だけの力ではどうにもならない時ほど心を支えて貰っているという実感ができます。

自分の胸の中に秘めた使命を今一度認識し、何があっても進むべき道、守るべき約束、そして未来。
これを全うする為にはどんな事があっても止まる事なく進んで行く、それこそが自分等が皆の思いに応えることが出来る唯一の手段でもあります。

これらの決意を胸に、24周年を迎えたthe GazettEはこれからも活動を継続してまいります。皆にはより良い作品やステージをお届けできるよう、これまで以上に力を尽くし、そして何より真摯に取り組んでまいりますので、これからもよろしくお願いします。

今後ともthe GazettEを何卒よろしくお願いいたします。

[౨ৎ @benophielover]

HELP

[Not some Hideo Kojima secret marketing trick ;) @Distress_Coma]

@rhxdrew @fahfulton Siiiim!!!!

[Acervo Philoise 💌 @acervotspwl]

"… meus dias são cheios de diversão. Faço compras, vou a almoços e faço visitas (e também as recebo). À noite, em geral frequento bailes, saraus ou pequenas reuniões. Às vezes fico em casa sozinha, lendo um livro. Tenho realmente uma vida plena e animada, não posso reclamar.
E sempre me pergunto: o que mais uma dama pode querer?"

– de Eloise Bridgerton para Sir Phillip Crane, seis meses após terem iniciado sua incomum correspondência."

[౨ৎ @eloiseverse]

“She was what Edmund had always called Eloise’s 'accidental twin.' They shared a birthday, the two of them, a year apart.”

[ؘ💌 @philoiseology]

⋆ ˚ ࿔ lady crane 𝜗𝜚 ˚ ⋆

[isa 💌 @coughlanbae]

apenas vivendo pelo momento em que eloise bridgerton e phillip crane vão se apaixonar

[jegævi @jegaevi]

There's an abundance of free porn on the internet. Removing women's clothing with AI is something much more sinister. It isn't about horniness, it's about control. These men find joy in violating women and taking their agency away.

[aeri ♡༘⋆ 2/23 LUNA SEA, 3/10 ガゼット @flwrcity]

CRYING

[URUHA the GazettE @uruha_gazette__]

the GazettEを応援してくれていた皆様、今年も一年ありがとうございました。

今年は数こそ多くなかったけど、とてつもなく濃厚なライブを重ねられた一年でした。
一つ一つのステージで、23年間皆と作ってきた一体感と、何にも変え難い絆を改めて実感できた。
だからこそ実現できたライブの数々だったと思います。

そして色んな面で精神的にも試されるような出来事だらけな一年だったけど

それでもこうして走り続ける事が出来ているのは
そういったライブで皆のカッコ良い姿や、想いをぶつけてくれている表情だったり、時には厳しい目で見てくれる愛情だったりを届けてくれていたから、
どんな時でも味方でいてくれたファンの皆に支えられていた事に他ならないと思っています。

これまで積み上げてきた物は誰にも奪えないし、この先も壊させない。
仲間として言うべきではなかった事を吹聴した軽い口は結局一体誰の為に強く結んだ約束だったんだろう。
そうやって今年傷つけられた傷はむしろ自分達を強くさせるものだったとも思う。
不当な要求にさえ、何にも屈する必要がないと知りました。
ファンを裏切ってまでやる音楽なんて俺には絶対作る事は出来ないから。

音楽を作り、バンドをやってきた事で作り上げてきたこの皆との23年間の絆は、同じく音楽で繋がれていく。
それがある限り俺たちの原動力は途切れる事はないし、皆と見てきた最高の景色の数々をこれからも見続けていきたい。

そんな想いを込めて今年一年俺たちを応援して、信じてついてきてくれた皆には感謝しております。
そしてそんな皆を改めて心の底から誇りに思っています。

来年もこの想いを変わらず伝えられるような最高な音楽を作っていくので、皆も身体には気を付けて必ず最高な景色をまた一緒に楽しみましょう。

the GazettEにたくさんの想いを送ってくれた皆へ、あらためて今年一年の感謝を込めて。
今年も本当にありがとう。良いお年を。

[lexi ✮ @kantoukneel]

“why doesn’t Uruha, the largest GazettE member, not simply eat the other four”

[LOST @TheLOSTworld_]

21 years ago Desmond called Penny. December 24, 2004. Christmas Eve.

[positivity moon @arrtnem]

People say they want privacy until they meet someone who actually has it.

Not the performative “private” where you still post soft launches, vague captions, story replies, little curated hints so everyone can keep tracking the plot. I mean real privacy. The kind where your life doesn’t come with commentary. Where your phone isn’t a public window. Where your wins, your losses, your relationships, your breakdowns don’t get uploaded as evidence.

people get weird.

You can see the moment their brain hits the wall. They ask a normal question, “so what have you been up to,” and you give them a normal answer that is also a closed door. “Work’s been busy.” “Just been chilling.” “Nothing crazy.” You smile. You move on. And something in them doesn’t relax. Because they weren’t asking for facts. They were asking for access.

A lot of people are not used to not having access.

We live in a time where everyone is constantly narrating themselves. Posting their meals, their heartbreak, their therapy language, their gym progress, their new person, their new home, their new era. Even if they say “I’m private,” they still leak. They drop breadcrumbs on purpose because being fully unseen feels like death to them.

So when you don’t leak, they start filling the silence with stories.

They assume you’re hiding something. They assume you’re lying. They assume you think you’re better than them. They assume you’re judging them. They assume you’re mysterious in a calculated way, like you’re playing chess while they’re making small talk.

Sometimes they even get offended, which is hilarious.

Like your privacy is an insult. Like you owe them transparency to prove you’re “real.” Like you owe the room a plotline so they can orient themselves. And if you don’t give it, they start poking. Testing. Fishing.

“So are you seeing anyone?”
“What happened with that job?”
“Why don’t you post more?”
“Where were you last weekend?”
“Who were you with?”

They try to catch you. Not because they care. Because they’re unsettled by not being able to map you.

This is the part no one says out loud: a lot of people use information as control.

Not evil control. Everyday control. Social control. The kind where if I know what you’re doing, I know where I stand. If I know your relationship status, I know how to treat you. If I know your problems, I know what role to play in your life. If I know your weaknesses, I know how to win an argument later. If I know your plans, I know if you’re leaving me behind.

So when you’re truly private, you remove a tool they rely on.

u become unpredictable in a way that scares them, because they can’t pre-empt you. They can’t manage you. They can’t keep a running tally of your life and compare it to theirs. They can’t decide if they should envy you, pity you, compete with you, flirt with you, ignore you. They have to relate to you in real time, on what you actually say and do, not on the story they’ve been consuming from your feed.

that is rare now. It’s also intimate in a way people don’t expect.

Because if you don’t broadcast, then the only way to know you is to know you.

To ask. To listen. To spend time. To earn the details. To be trusted.

Most people don’t have the patience for that. They want the summary. The highlights. The quick scroll that tells them what category you’re in.

So they get odd. They start guessing.

They’ll call you “mysterious” like it’s either a compliment or a warning. They’ll joke that you’re “secretive” when what they mean is “I can’t track you.” They’ll project motives onto you. They’ll decide you’re arrogant. Or traumatized. Or sneaky. Or having an amazing life and hiding it. Or having a miserable life and hiding it. They’ll pick a narrative and treat it like fact because uncertainty makes them itch.

And sometimes - this is the sharp one - they’ll try to provoke you into revealing yourself.

They’ll say something slightly disrespectful just to see if you react.

[RUKI_THEGAZETTE🌐 @RUKItheGazettE]

みんな1日お疲れ様。

それぞれ戦って生きてる今日、自分の事を良くやったと褒めてあげて。

明日も俺は音楽を作り続ける。
それがきっと早くみんなの顔を見れる近道だから。

いつもありがとう。心から。

[RUKI_THEGAZETTE🌐 @RUKItheGazettE]

正直、どれだけ傷ついてもまだ信じていたい。

一緒に支えてくれたみんなが居て、23年間作ってこれた奇跡だけは決して消えないと信じてる。

最後の最後まで信じてる。

[Netto⭐️We never die ∞ ❤️‍🔥 @Glassy_veins]

Sometimes your soulmate is 5 Japanese men in their 40s