#neo: the world ends with you kin

[citizenoftmrrwlnd]

stimboard for : neku sakuraba (neo:TWEWY) with neon and music requested by 🐍🍎anon

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[shittykinaesthetics]

Shitty Uzuki Yashiro aesthetic: girl you could be used as a fucking cautionary tale about giving your all to a company that truly does not care about you. karl marx's ghost is watching you and screaming

[randomalistic]

It has occurred to me I do not have an intro post.

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HI :] My name is Random and this is my main blog! (multifandom)

19 yo 🦜They/it/she 🍓Demigirl + Acespec/Demi Lesbian 🏳️‍🌈 ADHD

☆ Current hyperfixations:

Wreck-it Ralph (2012) tagged #wir (sideblog: king-crawler)

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🎨 Art Tag - most art is on fixation sideblogs but I post here sometimes

🦜Sona Tag

txt - My post tag (most of them)

Age 16+ reccomended- posts are sometimes suggestive (but only for the sillies.)

YouTube Channel (WORKING ON A WRECK IT RALPH ANALYSIS - WILL BE POSTED HERE SOON ❤️)

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🚫 DO NOT INTERACT IF:

Affiliated with cringe culture or other nasty mean stuff

Support ‘Proship’ (pairs fictional kids with adults or other weird abusive dynamics)

INTERESTS————

General: Birds/Ornithology ♡ Animated movies, Art, The natural world, Nintendo games, Bright colors

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Media: UNDERTALE/deltarune, JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, FNAF, Steven Universe, Yume Nikki, SPORE, Wobbledogs, Omori, BOTW/TOTK, Mario Galaxy Games (you get the idea)

Creators: Vinesauce, Jerma, freaks like that

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Some favorites from each:

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Music: Breakcore/Speedcore enjoyer, anything by Halley Labs/Lapfox & similar. Also stuff like Tally Hall and Lemon Demon (I like other music I swear)

☆ Favorite Album: The Quick Brown Fox - NERVES ENDING

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🤓 CRINGE CORNER:

I’m a furry and a selfshipper lmao

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🦜SONAS:

The silly little red parrot. Or a raptor sometimes (That's Me !)

☆ KIN LIST:

Kinning isn’t a super serious thing for me, but a few characters personally resonate with me a lot. AKA brooooo this is literally meeee

My sonas

Jevil

The Quick Brown Fox

Wow I thought there were more than that

NEXT.

♡ F/O LIST

These fixations last anywhere from 4 months - 2 years so I don’t have a lot of them lol

White Diamond 💅💎🤍 (Not Proud Of This One.)

Jolyne Cujoh 🌊🧵💚(my only normal crush)

Spamton NEO 💸🎢💖(fav)

Turbo/King Candybug🕹️🐛🍭(I’ve given up)

I have 2 dedicated fandom/selfship blogs for the last ones

(Bigshotspambot) (King-Crawler)

♡ Thanks for reading! I hope this helped give u an idea of who I am :]

[aroarachnid]

resources for black lives

[id: short video from the game oblivion. an npc happily says "welcome to my home underground!]

name: ashton

nicknames: ash, xander, moth, jason

pronouns: he/it/neos

gender: boyflux

orientation: aromantic

current hyperfix: batman

currently reading: the colour of magic, nightwing: leaping into the light

currently watching: serial experiments lain, nana

currently playing: batman telltale series

i am an adult. there may be suggestive jokes on this blog, but nothing explicit

my art blog

my carrd

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fandoms:

steven universe, hollow knight, spiderman, batman, death note, the owl house, the elder scrolls, splatoon, monster high, sonic, watcher, leauge of legends, needy streamer overload, vocaloid, my babysitters a vampire, welcome to night vale, welcome home, jurrassic world camp cretaceous

interests:

ghosts, vampires, and all things creepy and horror. cats. caving and the ocean. drawing and knitting. learning languages. doll collecting. web design and old web aesthetics. computer science. space and aliens. bugs

music:

fangbanger, caravan palace, dazey and the scouts, mcr, bloodwitch, ghost and pals, x ray spex, fall out boy, lemon demon, death, babymetal, maretu, henrik villard

dni:

racists, homphobes/transphobes/aphobes, antisemites, islamaphobes, support genocide in palestine, proship, starseeds, transid/transx/rcta, if you bully therians/other kin, ableists/ if you demonise NPD/BPD/ASPD/OCD

please:

feel free to tag me in things!

dm me if you want to chat!

ask for my discord/socials if we're mutuals!

send asks!

dont:

flirt with me. suggestive jokes are ok, but please do not be explicit.

be upset if i don't respond quickly :( i try my best but social situations can be overwhelming

tags:

#ash rambles - text posts

#tw [trigger] - how trigger warnings are formatted

#tagged in

#cats

#sea stuff

#vampire posting

#werewolf posting

#mecore

[id: several blinkies. in order they are:

a needy streamer overload blinkie. the background is pink. it says windose90 with a fake windows logo above it. to the right is pixel art of kangel.

a gif of eda and luz and king from the owl house in the finale spinning and hugging.

a gif of lain from serial experiments lain. the gif is focused on her eyes and is blue and glitchy.

"the truth is out there... i just forgot the url" in green text on a black background.

"made with my own two paws" next to a purple pawprint

"this site is miku approved" next to hatsune miku art

"powered by dr pepper" on red background

"neocities. org the web is yours" in soft green text on a pink background

"vampire NOW!" next to a full moon

"this machine kills fascists"

end id]

[xasha777]

In the heart of the bustling metropolis of Neo-Pollinata, where buildings scraped the skies and neon lights replaced stars, there was a unique corporate hive buzzing with activity. The drone of keyboards was the symphony of progress, and in the midst of it all, there stood an extraordinary figure — Mr. Buzzley, the bee-human hybrid, renowned as the CEO of HoneySolutions Inc., a company that led the way in biotechnological advances.

Mr. Buzzley was no ordinary leader. His eyes, as deep and reflective as pools of midnight oil, saw through the company's data like a predator spots its prey. He wore a suit tailored from the finest materials that the new world provided, a fusion of spider silk and synthetic fibers. His hands, though rough and bearing the textured skin of his apian ancestry, moved with a surprising gentility that belied their appearance.

HoneySolutions Inc. had achieved a breakthrough that was about to revolutionize the world: a Density Gradient Fluid that could alter the weight and density of objects with just a simple application. This fluid had the potential to change transportation, construction, and even space travel. But the secret to its success was not just in its science — it was in its source, a rare flower that bloomed once every decade, pollinated only by a specific species of genetically modified superbees.

These bees were Mr. Buzzley's kin, created from the same gene-splicing technology that had given him life. They had a symbiotic relationship with the company, and Mr. Buzzley was their guardian and their voice. Under his leadership, the bees thrived, the company prospered, and the world stood on the cusp of a new era.

On the morning that changed everything, Mr. Buzzley strolled through the hive of cubicles, his antennae picking up the subtle shifts in the air, the faint electrical charge of innovation at work. He stopped at a large glass wall, peering into the lab where the Density Gradient Fluid was being refined.

There, in a tank of swirling iridescence, floated objects of varying densities, from feather-light alloys to dense metals that now bobbed like apples in water. It was a dance of potential, a visual symphony of science and nature blended into one. Mr. Buzzley's thorax vibrated with a hum of approval, a sound that resonated with the workers, encouraging their diligence and sparking their creativity.

But success breeds envy and danger. A rival corporation, led by the enigmatic Dr. Xenon, sought to claim the Density Gradient Fluid for their own. They planned to use it for less altruistic means — to weaponize it, to control markets, to manipulate the balance of power. And they knew that the key to their ambitions lay in capturing the superbees that pollinated the miraculous flowers.

The day the rival drones attacked was a day of chaos. The skies darkened with their sleek forms, and the air filled with the electric whine of their wings. Mr. Buzzley was ready. He rallied his workers, not just those in suits, but the winged guardians of his lineage. It was a battle that raged amongst the clouds, a flurry of stingers and lasers, a cacophony of human shouts and insectoid war cries.

As Mr. Buzzley fought, he realized that the world he existed in was a fragile construct, as delicate as the wings that carried him. He understood that the future was not in dominating nature or technology but in harmonizing them. With a final, determined effort, he led his kin in a counterstrike that would turn the tide.

The battle ended with the setting of the sun, the rival drones retreating like shadows at the approach of light. And as Mr. Buzzley stood amongst his colleagues and kin, a hero not just of HoneySolutions Inc. but of a balance between worlds, he knew that their work was just beginning.

For in the end, the Density Gradient Fluid was more than a scientific marvel — it was a message, a reminder that the universe was vast, variable, and ever-changing. And it would take all kinds — human, bee, and everything in between — to navigate the complexities of the future.

[dneurin]

SWAN FATE Trailer from Ursina Tossi on Vimeo.

Once upon a time there was - and there was no theater and under it a factory underneath the factory there were barracks And underneath a cemetery Underneath a church Under it a mass grave with nameless bones in it And under it another church Under it a temple and under it A hole A source And under this one a lake dark and deep like time tonight we will summon the ghosts of all the missing bodies, bodies failing within neo-colonial neo-liberal masculinity - we will summon them for you. they only show up at night in their human form. for a few hours of darkness. the ghosts of the lake are the ones who sold their bodies on colonial capitalist markets to survive. During the day you will not find them. they disappear in sweat shops and supermarkets, they’re hidden away in other people’s homes for cleaning and caring, they camouflage in prisons and in the streets or on the other side of your worlds. we know you long for their bodies, we know you desperately desire their dance… but before that can happen we have to give in to the fact that while they being your bodies for you, these bodies were damaged or destroyed, traumatised and transformed by over hundreds of years of death, darkness and disaster, but still alive. And we dive with you into the lake, sinking deeper and deeper And as we sink, carried by the water, we slowly lose the sense of all that is stable, of the ground beneath our feet, And we and all things float weightless. And we let go of everything, whole societies around us sink and it almost feels like - standstill - as if the end of history, the end of time is here. No orientation, no up no down, no before, after, no balance and all things merge with all bodies and while this is happening all habitual ways of seeing and hearing dissolve and new ones emerge! Perspectives multiply! Welcome to our bodies! Welcome to our bodies! (Text by Urs Tossi)

SWAN FATE is a queer feminist appropriation of the classical ballet and block buster Swan Lake. Ursina Tossi and the ensemble EXCESSIVE SHOWING break with traditional concepts of love and fate and formulate their very own, diverse and contemporary declaration of love for dance. In SWAN FATE, the dancers play with longings, virtuosity, physicality and vulnerability, searching in the choreography and in their bodies for the traces left by Swan Lake. They also engage with the dance heritage, as well as the violent and colonial narratives and practices of ballet. To the music of the band CocoRosie, newly composed especially for the piece, not only different urban dance styles are mixed with contemporary dance. The dancers glide from one role to another. Shapeshifting between swans and humans, switching between marginalized and mainstream perspectives opens up new fantasies and imagines loving encounters between animals, humans and other beings.

Team Swan Fate: Artistic Direction, Choreography, Concept: Ursina Tossi Music: CocoRosie Stage: Raphaela Andrade Co-Choroegraphy & Dance: Anne-Lene Nölder, Alexandra Filippidou, Chetan Yeragera, Cliff Huen Tin Yeung, David Pallant, Enting Zhang, Francesca Waehneldt, Laure Fleitz, Victor Gonzales Costume Design: Nina Divitschek & Meret Zürcher Creative Production & Communication and PÖA: STÜCKLIESEL Productions Concept: Ursina Tossi, Uta Engel, Sina Rundel Collaboration Costume: Daniela Dreisigacker Artistic Audio Description: René Reith & Ursina Tossi Lighting Design: Ricarda Köneke Performance, DGS, Access Consulting: Dodzi Dougban Video: Friederike Höppner Sign language interpreting team: Anna Warler, Susanne Fritz, Marie-Wilhelmine Schaper, Kunigunde Schindler, Nicole Ostrycharczyk, Barbara Widmann Many thanks to Liza Lamprecht.

Team Making Kin: Andzejus Voroneckis (dramaturg with deaf perspective), Anna Wieczorek (dramaturg, expert dance studies), Humberto Acosta Rodriguez (expert classical ballet), Monique Smith-McDowell (dramaturg, expert contemporary-, musical dance), Naomi Sanfo (expert audio description), Nona Siepmann (Assistant & Expert in Contemporary Dance and Pedagogy), René Reith (Artistic Audio Description), Su Jin Kim (Dramaturg, Expert in Classical Ballet), Susanne Tod (Access Consulting, DGS), Uta Engel (Dramaturg), Yeliz Pazar (Expert Urban Styles) SWAN FATE is a production by Ursina Tossi & EXCESSIVE SHOWING co-produced by Kampnagel Hamburg. Funded by the Free and Hanseatic City of Hamburg, Department for Culture and Media (Elbkultur Fonds), supported by the Fonds Darstellende Künste with funds from the Federal Government Commissioner for Culture and the Media, supported by the Gabriele Fink Stiftung. Many thanks to Huckepack Umzüge. MAKIN KIN is a project by Ursina Tossi & EXCESSIVE SHOWING Supported by the Fonds Darstellende Künste with funds from the Federal Government Commissioner for Culture and the Media as part of NEUSTART KULTUR.

Link to SWAN FATE on Kampnagel: kampnagel.de/produktionen/ursina-tossi-swan-fate

[findthebae]

im questioning nagi from neo: the world ends with you and would like to talk to anyone who is also questioning/kinfirmed from that source as well. adults only please.

!!!

[fairytalefragments]

♚ | NEKU SAKURABA

— reply icons with headphones for @shibuyagraffiti ; like/rb + credit if using

[fret-furesawa]

Hi! I’m advertising a 16+ TWEWY and KH kin discord server! It’s a great place to make friends and has been recently revamped to be more user friendly! It’s a little small right now, but i would love to see it grow! Join if you’re curious and i’ll be more than happy to answer any questions!

[citizenoftmrrwlnd]

fashion kit for : beat (twewy) with clothes close to canon requested by dolly/myers anon

hoodie | belt chain | shirt | pants bracelet | necklace | shoes | hat bonus item! bell... to reference rhyme

[fictionkinfessional]

SO I WAS WORRIED THAT UZUKI GOT FUCKED SOMEHOW CUZ SHE WASNT IN A TRAILER I WAS IN BUT NAH SHE'S BACK AND SHE'S GOT A SICK SUIT. WORRY CANCELLED, FULL HYPE BACK IN MOTION

- koki kariya (the world ends with you / neo the world ends with you)

[copinglibrary]

Welcome to Coping Library!

We do requests for Introjects, Kinnies, Irls/Da’s and really anyone who wants them! We currently have three mods, and are currently accepting requests!

You can find our card here, but we also have all our info here on the blog if you don’t want to!

Rules

1. Specify if it's a DA/IRL, kin, introject, comfort character or other

2. No NSFW

3. Be nice with requests and be patient, we are all humans/other unidentifiable creatures please be patient and respectful

4. We can deny any request if it makes us uncomfortable

5. Do not bring discourse to the blog, its none of our business and we rather not deal with it

6. We will add more rules if need

DNI IF:

- you fit basic dni citeria

- are anti-endo

- you literally just wanna start discourse please don’t bother we will not read your ask, much less post a response to it lmao

- NSFW we are all minors don’t

Mod Info Under the Cut:

Mod Horror/Kleaver:

Minor, it/it’s and other neos 

Requests it can do:

Moodboards

Playlists

Icons

Shufflemancies

Sources/Fandoms quack can do:

MCYT (Major focus on DreamSMP and OriginSMP, but will do Hermitcraft, EmpiresSMP, 3rd/Last Life, etc)

Most horror/slasher films, mostly the classics

Ice Nine Kills (both factives, songtives, or anything in between!!)

Warriors

Five Nights at Freddy’s

Danganronpa

RTGame/CallmeKevin Cinematic Universe(s)

Pokemon (preferably the Pokemon themselves)

Ace Attorney

Inscryption

Until Dawn

Things I’m Uncomfortable With/My General Blacklist (also, just because im uncomfy with it doesn’t mean the other mods won’t do it ((unless they’re uncomfy with it too))):

Anything tntduo

Anything to do with the betrayals of L’manberg

Heart attacks/strokes

c!Schlatt or c!Quackity neg (includes c!pumpkinduo neg)

the butcher army (especially the pickaxe quote)

any of the interactions between Wilbur and Quackity in Hitting on 16, especially the second place thing

any dadschlatt thing of schlatt purposefully abandoning tubbo

Mod Fantasy/Dew:

Requests soul can dew:

Minor, he/soul/it 

Mood boards(I love doing these and they are favorite to do!)

Playlists

Headcannons

Kin Assignments

Tarot Readings for Timelines however I am very new

Sources/Fandoms soul can dew:

MCYT

Homestuck (No Bro, Dirk is fine)

South Park

SheRa

Owl House

Steven Universe

Phoneix Wright

The World ends with you

Pokemon

D&D

Horror Movies

Walking Dead Video Game

Most Animes

Danganronpa

Bees

Musical stuff like Marching band and bands in general

Things I’m Uncomfortable with I will not do anything with this in it out of my own comfort level:

Bro Strider

Nothing like “We saved them all” in a religious way

Sausage x Jimmy Solidarity

Stridercest or any ship shipping a Strider with a LaLonde

The phrase “Canary in a Coal Mine”

No Cartman Ships

Bugs besides passive bugs, especially Spiders 

Mod Mystery/Drop:

Minor, she/them/aers 

Requests she can do:

Mood boards

Playlists

Headcannons

Stimboards

Kin Assignments

Shufflemancies

Sources/Fandoms she can do:

Mcyt (Dsmp, Hermitcraft, Empires, 3rd Life/Last Life, BearSMP, etc)

Stranger Things

South Park

Studio Ghibli

SheRa

The Owl House

Steven Universe

Adventure Time

D&D

Walking (Dead Game and Show)

Things I’m Uncomfortable with:

Needle Imagery

Passerine (If you want to submit requests for this its fine! I just wont be able to complete any of them, so they’ll have to be done by the other mods ^^)

[mad-scientist-in-theory-2]

I mean this in the nicest most kidnest way possible but WHO IS Spamton I am seeing this little man dude everywhere and I looked it up and am only more confused HONESTLY. Like idk anything about this little man but I've been seeing him everywhere so good for him for being a hit with the mutuals I support u all and him also as well.

*gasp* (time to rant)

Okay, so he’s this little character in Deltarune chapter 2 and he’s one of the enemies/side characters you run into in The Cyber World. 

First time we see him, he pops out of a garbage can, trying to sell you something (because, you know, SPAM) and eventually provokes you into a battle sequence. He’s funny, he lives in the garbage, he’s annoying af, he’s just a little guy. And honestly? I’m starting to kin this little fellow. 

We eventually can run into again at the end of the game and go to his little shop and chat with him (which will lead us to the basement of the queens castle, where Spamton Neo is) which leads to an epic ass boss fight!! I’m pretty sure we can kill him too. (He becomes an item you can put in your inventory. That part made me cry :’[ ) Also pretty sure we can run into him while sealing out the Darkworld Fountain too. 

But he’s a memorable little bigshot, and he’s very memorable. I’m yet to see a tumblr sexyman-ification of him, but I might cry if I do come across one. 

Thanks for the ask! He has been a big hit with the mutuals, hasn’t he? You could say people have, spammed your dash with his content. :D 

[maskyartist]

damn two nights in a row yall get sad masky thoughts on his kins/favorite characters. idk what that says about me other then Depressed but hey! this time its my favorite guy, Roman Torchwick!! so pardon me while i cry while writing all of this. also, im a Gelato shipper so expect some of that content here too cause i got a lot of feelings.

- Roman grew up in Mantle with a mother who didn’t care, and a father who went out drinking or gambling every night, trying to break big only to come home wasted and empty handed. One night he finally packed a little backpack and left with only a hat his uncle gave him on his head, and the knowledge of what his mother repeated time and time again. “You either leave Mantle and live, or stay and become another body.” since Atlas basically leaves Mantle with nothing n all that.

- Roman actually met Neo when they were pretty young, not in Vale but during a few train hopping adventures. Neo stole a wallet Roman stole off someone else, and the two decided that two heads and four hands are better then going solo. They pickpocketed, robbed, train-hopped, and guilt tripped their way to Vale where their new lives began!

- Roman and Neo ALWAYS worked alone. It was the two of them or no one at all. Roman often went searching for work the two could do that would pay big bucks, which resulted in the two getting quite used to the criminal life style early on. Most work involved assisting in robberies and being delivery-men in drug trades and such. Overtime, the two worked up quite the reputation for being reliable sources of work that when Roman finally went solo, it was easy to gain trust and people in high places to help with his growth into the Kingpin of Vale

- Roman actually DOES have a Semblance! It’s just a very well hidden one. I call it “Silver Tongue”. When activated, Roman is able to convince you that his words are trustworthy and that his ways are just. You’ll see his side of the story more often then others, and as such, it makes it easier to gain trust. Roman’s Semblance has evolved overtime to be quite the powerful tool in his arsenal, but he only busts it out when absolutely necessary. (trying to get the entire White Fang crowd on his side, managing to stall Blake enough to have the big lug break up the fight thanks to Weiss smashing through the door, things like that)

- Roman is actually a very strong fighter. Probably one of the strongest in the show. The only reason he’s bested is because he has SERIOUS tunnel vision. When he gets focused in a fight, he forgets about the background noise or other people involved. Which is why he’s able to deflect Sun’s blows and Blake’s blows from up close during their little scuffle, but when the other busted in to help Roman got thrown off. Same with Blake v Roman on the train. Blake had Dust on her side, something Roman didn’t expect and didn’t know how to react to. In hand-to-hand? Roman could easily go with the best of them and either win or put up an EXTREMELY close fight.

- On one hand I know canon has shown what’s under Roman’s bangs, but on the other hand it’s my house and I do whatever I want. Roman has scars underneath his bangs, leaving him half blind. He has trouble guarding against his right side because of it, and as such Neo is often there to cover his blind spots. It works in reverse, since Roman would never leave Neo out to dry.

- Roman cares for two things. Himself, and Neo. Everyone else is spare blood or just pawns to be moved and played as he pleases. Roman would flip the world for Neo, which is why he took Cinder’s offer in the first place. He didn’t know what he was fighting for, all he knew was that it would keep himself and Neo out of harms way for whatever’s to come, and like hell he wanted to be involved with that when shit hit the fan.

- On the other hand, Roman absolutely DESPISES Cinder and her little lackies. Mercury’s all high and mighty, Emerald is a brat, and Cinder herself is a stuck up whiny lacky herself. Roman doesn’t need to know who her boss is to know she works under someone, and just craves some attention. Like a lonely little child. Roman only works with them to get what he wants in the end.

- Only in private will you see Roman be sweet, and it’s ONLY ever towards Neo. His smiles grow more genuine, his eye gets softer, and he enjoys the small moments they spend together. Roman finds peace in patching each other up, or slow dancing in the warehouse to some old music playing on the radio. It’s almost domestic in a way, and it’s something he unwillingly craves himself and Neo to have one day.

- Roman actually does have leg issues! Nothing too serious, but it’s enough that he knows the cane appearance of Melodic Cudgel wasn’t just for show alone, but genuine use.

- Roman knows a lot about weaponry, as a lot of his old jobs required he ship crates of old Atlesian weapons to and from places, causing him to pick things up here and there when it came to trashed weapons needing repairs. Because of this, he actually designed both Melodic Cudgel AND Hush for himself and Neo, having them commissioned once he had the money for it. Hush was a gift to Neo on her birthday (a day the two picked out together since...they didnt really know when her birthday was), and he was very happy that she liked it so much.

- Bouncing off the last one, Roman makes his own ammo for Melodic Cudgel! With them being explosive rounds usually packed with Fire Dust and gunpowder to really cause an explosion. Really, they can be more associated with fireworks then anything.

hi yes i miss Roman Torchwick so much and i want him to come back please crwby give me this one good thing im begging u-

[lepidopterann]

Ok our marriage is saved and also ummm I humbly request that you infodump abt them *sits patiently*

Oh Boy,

ive kinda been infodumping abt him through these bc you have so much interest in him which?? bring so much joy??? Okay so Signals whole timeline thing during mutania has kinda gone like Wakes up in weird world, fixes up a abandoned house and makes a farm, meet Plee and she moves in (within one (1) kind interaction he is ready to die for her), continues working on the farm and goes out adventuring Once with Plee (battle tower thing, idk if canon but i think its funny), they get a letter to go to a desert village and there they meet everyone else, Warkaru shows up (they are at this point kinda the antagonist), Signal get Blown Up (hence the scarring, some of which is burn scars like the stuff on his hand and right side of face and some are shrapnel scars like the neck thing and the Big One on their chest), they fucking Die and come back bleeding everywhere, Cidre and the others take him back to the Valley (which is a area Sage has set up for the waterphobes bc it has a glass roof to prevent rain from getting in), Cidre bandages em all up (they become good friends w Cidre and would die for him as well), they go home for a couple weeks/months. First minor arc ends. uhhh ill continue that later I wanna share other stuff sjgdsuifghuysd - some minor aus I have are like moth!Signal? moth signal. Hes a lot more upbeat than canon anxiety tall bitch, has antennae instead of horns, fluff neck, big ol wings and stil has normal tail, and is Very attracted to light. He carries around a lantern (and sometimes carries it on his tail bc its easier) so he doesnt get lost so easily bc signal just has a bad sense of direction in general (and this is worsened by him being attracted to All Lights, so he'll accidentally follow other lights or even the lantern on his tail suifgduigh). I love this au s o much but i dont draw it much for whatever reason. It exists solely bc Signal has some moth symbolism (one of his neos is literally moth/mothself) and also bc since Signals eyes glow bright and so do his freckles so he naturally attracts moths.

- floran!signal was also one I love (and a friend on the server Plague loved). just a whoelsome cutie who ignores all his issues, is compltely blind bc flowers and growing out of his eyes, roots for feet, and vines for a tail (and ferns on his ears). i think he and aukira (who is the son of a water dragon) were shipped together but im having a signal rn and cant remember

- modern au, he, as an adult, becomes a veterinarian or has something to do with agriculture. he goes through life and gets the therapy he needs (if canon signal remembered all that trauma, he would have never even become friends with plee or ever left his house, bc modern au has Therapy and Support). He starts out really small and scrawny and later grows to be Very Very tall when he gets into highschool. 6'7". he also becomes kinda decked?? like canon signal?? mans aint skinny and scrawny no more.

-I should talk abt the fact that Signal is literally like 3-4 feet taller than the average person and is Very Very strong and has a lot of muscle bc he has to hold up his own weight plus working on a farm consistantly, using a plow and stuff, would make you very strog. He favors using an axe bc its more familiar, since he uses it a lot on the farm. He also has a very strong but thin tail thats prrehensile. He would be Amazing for hugs, very strong and would pick you up a little or maybe would go down on one knee to get down to your level (if you are average height). Plus he'd wrap his tail around u bc he likes to keep the people he cares for close :D

- can purr and growl and stuff and his ears turn around like a cats :] (they turn towards noises, point down when upset, etc.).

- I kin him

- I've mentioned that their voiceclaim is Will Wood, but some voices I considered for them were Jack Conte and Daniel from Camp Camp. So uhh??? have fun with that info

-I mentioned earlier that he has moth symbolism, but he has other symbolisms which include : deer, centipedes, stars, and flowers/plants in general.

- He is demiromantic ace, agender, and all of his pronouns are : he/they/it/nyc/vae/bug/moth :]

uhhhh i would write more but I need to better organize my thoughts

[gayenerd]

The Band You Love To Hate By Tom Lanham of RIP  (There’s no date on this but I would say 1995 or 1996?)

Eyes wide as a barn owl's. Spines stiff with anticipation, like a hungry scorpion. The two teenage girls sit stock-still in their booth at a posh Berkeley diner, practically bursting with excitement, but without the faintest clue how to handles it. Clueless, you might call them. A few feet across the linoleum aisle--with his back to them, oblivious to all the oh-my-gawd facial expressions--sits the object of their adulation, dressed in unassuming black jeans, black T-shirt, shredded black Converse, and a beat-up black baseball jacket. But even with his once-green dreadlocks tamed to a short black business cut, Billie Joe Armstrong--yes, the snaggle-toothed MTV ragamuffin from megaplatinum neo-punkers, Green Day--is as easy to spot as Michael Bolton at a Rogaine convention. Although the kids want to leap up from their seats and race over for an autograph or a jittery hello, they don't dare. Instead, they're forced to deal with their seething emotions as if they were eating post-tonsillectomy ice cream: a lot of numb gulping and a quick pain chaser. This is the blessing of being Billie Joe Armstrong. Alas, it's also his curse. By the time you read this, the irascible little rocker will have turned 24. And exactly two years ago, he and his wacky bandmates--drummer Tré Cool and bassist Mike Dirnt--lolled around the trashy basement flat they shared, getting stoned and sneering at the idea that Dookie--their just-released "sellout" on big-time Reprise--would ever amount to more than a nice drink coaster. Fame? They were more preoccupied with their bong collection, stacks of rock 'n' roll bubblegum cards, and a thriving sea monkey tank displayed prominently on a window-sill. Most of their furniture had springs poking through--they didn't care. Armstrong regularly picked boogers from his gold-ringed nostril and then flick them onto the scary shag carpet--what did he have to worry about? Too bad he couldn't have foreseen the all-too-near future. Green Day happened to be in the right place at the right time. The three-chord slam-a-rama Dookie--a pop-edged return to decade-old punk ethics--became the surprise hit of '94, going on to sell over 11 million copies. Armstrong, accustomed to frenetic club performances, began translating the group's infectious energy to larger and larger venues. Demand continued to grow at a staggering pace; Green Day fought back. They turned a satellite MTV Video Awards performance into a "spit-cam" fest by urging the crowd to gob any camera lens it could ("[The cameramen] tried to make it look like it was cool, but it wasn't"). Last October, Armstrong and company issued their 32-minute follow up, Insomniac, almost as an afterthought, with little promotion, a visually offensive video (for "Geek Stink Breath") and--at least initially--a strict no-interview policy. Simultaneously, they ditched their high-powered Cahn-Man management team and are now virtually managing themselves. Along the way, Armstrong married his long-time sweetheart Adrienne and last March fathered a son, Joey. In typical down-to-earth fashion, the couple spent their honeymoon a few blocks from home at Berkeley's prestigious Claremont Hotel, not on some exotic island. Beginning to see the problem here? How does a street-smart kid from humble beginnings skyrocket to world-class notoriety and yet--with his music in millions of homes and his privacy suddenly a right that needs defending--still adhere to the simple ideals, the simple lifestyle that spawned him? Is "successful punk" an oxymoron? Insomniac provided few clues--it was more of the same slacker-ennui sentiment, more defeated, disenfranchised grousing set to speedy, memorable hooks. Or, as Armstrong barks in the aptly-dubbed "Walking Contradiction," "My wallet's fat and so is my head...I'm a victim of a Catch-22." And that, in essence, was the topic this tortured artist wanted to discuss at the diner. The old "be careful what you wish for" adage. The classic "problem with success is finding someone to enjoy it with you" truism. Armstrong, who takes occasional sips from a vanilla milkshake, but mostly stares morosely at the floor, seems to be dealing with superstardom in a relatively normal way. Don't be fooled by the steady stream of negative vitriol that follows; he's analyzing it, breaking it down, figuring out ways to disconnect his kinetic career. Or at least turn down the volume for awhile. 

RIP: We know what's going right. But what's going wrong? 

BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG: Lots of things, really. Actually, when I came here today, I said I didn't wanna talk about anything good, because I don't really have anything good to talk about. Goin' on tour pretty soon--don't really wanna go. Just because I've been kinda torn. I wanna stick around at home. I don't like playing arenas, and I realized I didn't know what I was getting myself into on the last tour, but I went into it being positive and getting excited about it. But I didn't realize that I was the kind of person to whom it's too much of an event and not really a personal thing anymore. And I started to realize how much I liked being the background music to this scene at the club. And now it's.... I dunno. People expect so much. It's cool and stuff, and it can be a lot of fun, a really good experience. But when you play that many arenas.... The first time we ever played those big kinds of shows at the Shoreline (Amphitheater in Mountain View, California), there was weirdness--we were playing for a lot of f?!kin' people. And I hate to say it, but sometimes it just feels like another gig. We played every day, 50 gigs this last leg, and it just wears on ya. There's all these people, and they think "Alright. I paid my $15--you better impress the f?!kin' shit outta me right now!" And I realized that for Joey, the rock and roll touring life is not a good atmosphere for a kid. I tried to make it to where it would be, bringing lots of his toys out. But there are no familiar surroundings for him. And he likes all the attention--people come up and say hello to him every day, people who are on tour with us. But he doesn't have his own room or a home to go to every day. So, no more touring for Joey. 

RIP: Turned on Regis and Kathie Lee this morning to find their gossip columnist dishing dirt on Green Day. How Insomniac didn't do nearly as well as predicted, how it was a disappointment to the label. A failure, supposedly. 

BJA: Well, it's like, we didn't set up this record. We didn't. We didn't do any promotion beforehand, we completely quit doing interviews, and basically we just wanted to go on into it. We weren't even sure if we wanted to do a video. And then when we did a video, it got yanked from daytime rotation because people were getting grossed-out by it. So I think we did alienate a lot of people. So that was expected, that it wasn't going to sell a lot of records. 

RIP: NOFX have taken it one step further. They refuse to talk to press, make videos, pander potential singles to radio. They don't want to get any bigger. 

BJA: I dunno, maybe I'm just getting jaded or something. But I just got cable again and I can't stand anything. Six years ago you could hear something that was different and know that it was different. So it'd be "alternative" or whatever. But now it's like you get this Joan...Osborne? With the ring in her nose, waving the alternative rock flag, when she's just...not, ya know? And I'm thinking, I hate all this music that's coming out now--the past year was just hell for music. But people are buying it, so then I'm thinking, Maybe they're the ones that are good and I'm the one who sucks? I just don't know if I really wanna be involved in the rock world anymore at all. Period. I don't necessarily have anything against a big record company or people who what to join up with a big record company. It really is right for some people, but more and more, I don't think that I'm really meant to. And I hate to sound like that, because I don't like taking things for granted. I don't like to talk about my problems when there's some kid struggling in his garage somewhere saying "F?!k him! He's just taking it for granted. Shit, I wish I could do something like that, but I'm just stuck here in Biloxi, Mississippi, and I can't even get a gig." I'm so confused right now. 

RIP: It must be odd to know that, with all those millions of albums sold, drunken frat boys are probably staggering around to your music right now. Your audience grew far beyond your control. 

BJA: Oh, totally! We became what we hated. Which is, the people I despised in high school--and now--are buying our records. We initially became a trend, so there was no way I expected to sell as many records with Insomniac as with Dookie. That's one of the biggest-selling records of the decade. We get slagged by the punk rockers, and it's like, I don't blame them. If you draw that much attention to yourself, that's what you're gonna get--attention--and it's not personal anymore. 

RIP: Ever think about giving it all up? 

BJA: There isn't a day goes by in the past year and a half that I haven't thought about quitting. I went to this party on New Year's Eve, and this band Juke, and another band, the Tantrums, played in a friend of mine's backyard. And a lot of my old friends showed up, and everybody was just dancing. And I was dancing, and getting really muddy, and I was having a great time. I can't remember the last time I sat down and listened to a record from beginning to end and felt this incredible spine-chilling music. And it's because I haven't been able to go out and watch bands play at my free will. I'm not gonna live in a closet, I'm not gonna vegetate myself. 

RIP: But it has to be difficult, when tons of kids know your face. You're on your way to Michael Jackson-dom, where you have to wear a disguise in public. 

BJA: If you think about the Beatles, at that time all people had to go by were the photographs on the records and every now and then a television appearance. So when they'd come to town, people would just flip out--it became this huge public event every single time. Whereas now, everything is so saturated kids don't even have to leave their home to go to a show anymore. They can sit in the comfort of their living room, and your favorite rock star is gonna be entertaining you while you sit down and have your microwave burrito. 

RIP: The Milwaukee cops weren't pleased with aspects of Green Day's Milwaukee show last November. Why were you arrested? 

BJA: I dropped the pick and--actually, I even forgot about it--I just mooned the crowd, which is pretty harmless compared to what I've done before. And I wasn't even thinking about it--I just went out and started playing again. Then I went backstage and was hanging out with Adrienne, and this guy Jimmy who does security for us goes "Come on--there's a car waiting for you outside right now. You've gotta get out of here!" I said "What's wrong?" and he said he didn't even know. So we get in the car and all of a sudden about ten cops come walking over, fully surrounding the car. So the guy puts the cuffs on me, throws me in the car, and I get tossed in the holding tank for two, three hours. I wasn't in the bullpen--I was in with the other ones, the not-so-bad ones. They made me take all my jewelry out. And my shoestrings, so I wouldn't hang myself or something. I dunno. I just don't know how to fit into rock music anymore. I don't know what I like about it anymore. I don't like anything about it anymore, to tell you the truth. To tell you the real truth, I'm a pretty miserable person right now. I'm totally depressed, and my wife can vouch for that because she's around me. In fact, she's the only person who's really around me. I dunno, the whole thing with the mainstreaming of punk rock. I just feel lost in the whole thing...I don't really know...I don't wanna...I dunno...It's miserable, it really is. It's f?!ked up. 

RIP: For every original voice that comes along, there will be countless mad signing dashes for any and all sound-alike artists, with no thought given to the artist's longevity. Just throw the record out quickly and hope it sticks. 

BJA: The thing is, a lot of musicians have gotten so comfortable with this big so-called "Revolution in Rock Music" over the past decade. First it was like, "F?!k the corporations! F?!k the corporations!" And then people just sorta got cozy with that, and forgot that these bands are getting lost in the shuffle. And I'm talking about the ones that never get noticed at all and just get kinda bitter. The 15 minutes of fame is getting shorter and shorter. And now music is totally going backwards--the first half of this decade, there were a few things going on that were interesting. It wasn't my favorite kind of music, but it had a sensibility about it. If you think about Nirvana and Pearl Jam and that whole Seattle scene, and even the Offspring--there was this thing going on that was more honest, in a lot of ways. It wasn't like, beer, drugs and pussy, like what went on through the '80s with all the hair bands. But now what we've got is Hootie & the Blowfish.... 

RIP: Who are probably a lot like you. They seem like nice, regular guys who--through no real fault of their own--are suddenly assimilated into pop culture. 

BJA: Yeah, but that's the problem, is that they are nice regular guys. And they're totally comfortable with that, and they sort of put that out, to where they don't really have...I dunno, there's a certain amount of attitude that, say, someone like Cobain or Vedder has that they don't have. But it's becoming way not...real anymore or something. Maybe not real to me. It's just turning back into what it was in the '80s. It's like, "Hey, everyone! We're Huey Lewis and the News!" I dunno. Maybe nobody knows what the f?!k I'm talking about anymore. 

BJA: I get so irritated by people. I think I'm more bitter than I've ever been in my whole life, to tell you the honest truth. I think Insomniac is much more of a bitter record than Dookie. And I think the older people get, the more they kinda get angry. I think a lot of people feel like they get cheated by lief somehow--no-one is ever completely satisfied. There's maybe a few. But I mean, I'm in a place where I don't really wanna be. It's like, sometimes I feel like we're losing our passion for playing music. And that's the f?!ked-up thing, when you lose passion for what you love, then it's like, Is this marriage headed for divorce or what? 

RIP: Theoretically, you can fight back a couple of ways. Like Cobain, you could make a record almost calculated to offend all the bandwagon-jumpers. Or take as much time off as you'd like. Who says you can't go live on a desert island for two years? 

BJA: That'd be nice. I'm just not enjoying life right now. I'm really not. I'm so cluttered, I can't even speak. Yeah, I do feel like I'm getting old, and I'm kinda bitter about that. I'm not excited about being onstage anymore, and I was really trying to convince myself that I was. Really. Before we did this last U.S. tour, every time I did an interview--I don't know if you read the last Rolling Stone piece--I was like "Yeah! I'm excited! I wanna play these arenas!" and stuff. And then just every night, it started sucking, it felt like a routine or something. It felt almost choreographed in a lot of ways. And I was yelling "f?!k you!" to people, but I didn't know who I was yelling "f?!k you" to anymore. 

RIP: Last time we spoke, you said you went out of your way to change every single show, make each one different. 

BJA: Well, I think it's just the stress of getting up in front of all those people all the time, every day. It's like, "Do I really feel like downing another f?!cking pot of coffee and a bottle of wine before I walk onstage to do this again? Just to get myself ready to go?" You know, for all those people. And every night I always do something different and stupid. But at the same time, it'd be really cool to just say "F?!k you!" to people and like, walk off. And then they'd get it. It's like, "I'm really telling you to f?!k off this time! Time to pack up and go home." It'd just be so nice to start from scratch again. 

RIP: In many ways you can. That's the music-making system trying to program your behavior. And obviously you've broken quite a few rules already--you don't even have to be talking to me right now, actually.... 

BJA: Oh no. I really wanted to do this interview, just because the last interviews that I've done, I've been miserable, and I was pretending not to be. I really was, I was lying. Not to the reader, not to the person I was doing the interview. But I was lying to myself, convincing myself that I was really happy with how everything is going. 

RIP: So you always knew what you wanted, and now you've got it, in spades. You're having trouble figuring out what's next? 

BJA: I didn't even know what I wanted back then. I really didn't. I didn't know if I wanted to be huge, totally successful. I never knew that. I was struggling so hard even to sign that f?!king contract--when I was sitting there, I was contemplating, "Should I just run outta here right now? Am I making the biggest mistake of my life?" A lot of people say, "You're totally disillusioned with what money can do for people," but money never meant shit to me. There's something very passionate to me, very romantic, about living on the street in a lot of ways. Just because I really like my lifestyle back then. I was totally content, in retrospect. A lot of it has to do with the fame. I dunno, I'm trying to talk right now and just totally stuttering. 

RIP: It's not like you chose music--it chose you, and you can't help it. 

BJA: Yeah, it's cool when people really get it. But what a lot of people don't understand is that we're a band that's been around a lot longer than people know. And that's the thing. The difference between this and what happened between Kerplunk and Dookie--in a year, I got married, I had a kid, and I sold 11 million records worldwide. That can do something to ya, ya know? 

BJA: Sometimes I think it'd be cool to just hang out with my friends, drink beer, smoke cigarettes. The more I think about it, the more I'd be really happy with that. I don't think that we're feeling quite like a band anymore--that's one problem we have. There was this certain rock 'n' roll underdog think that we always had--we always drove for something, always drove from town to town in a small van. And you know, I f?!kin' like touring like that--it's like culture shock, really, driving around in a van, setting up my amp when I get there, and playing. That's rock 'n' roll, that's what it started out as. A bunch of sweaty pigs in some tiny f?!kin' bar having a hootenanny, that's what punk rock was to me, that's what drove me to it. I love rock music in its simples, rawest form. And I think we're the only band, really, that plays rock 'n' roll. 

RIP: Has all this put a strain on your old friendships? Do your pals treat you a little differently now? 

BJA: When I come up to friends I haven't talked to in a while, there's a weirdness. And the ones who are really close to me don't really bring up anything, but that thing is still there; it's still in the air. And sometimes I'll just not say anything the whole time we're hanging out. I'll be totally quiet, because the only thing I'll have to talk about is my band, and I get so sick of talking about my band and myself. So I'll just be quiet, since that's the only thing there is to me, except for my son and my wife. 

RIP: Pretty soon, you'll be boring everyone with slide shows--"There we are at Yosemite!" 

BJA: Ha! Adrienne was telling me the other day, "When you were in there dancing with all your friends, while the band was playing, you were so happy because you were so in your element." And I've even gone as far as saying we're not a punk band anymore. But no matter what, that's still gonna stick with me forever, because I love the music, I love the energy of a new band coming out that creates this sense of urgency about 'em. I'll never be able to kick that habit. I love hangin' out with my friends who have small fanzines--kids just writing their guts out about whatever the hell's bothering 'em, and putting it on a Xerox machine and then handing it out for a quarter apiece at shows or at a party. All I wanna do is just try and work it out. I was sitting there the other day, counting all the records that the Replacements put out, stuff like that, Dan thinking how [Paul] Westerberg totally came across to his audience and did everything, everything that the wanted to do in music. He wasn't extremely successful for it, but the guy has influenced people, and a lot of 'em don't even know that they are influenced by him. All I wanna do is just write good songs and stick to it. I wanna develop--not being experimental--but go into different styles, go across my boundaries of the two-and-a-half minute punk song with a three-and-a-half minute jazz song, or maybe get into a little bit of swing or rockabilly. 

RIP: With such staggering success, you could walk into Reprise and tell 'em you're doing an album of saxophone solos and they'd allow you that creative luxury. 

BJA: Well, I never wanna be that experimental. I don't wanna get into synthesizers and shit like that. The thing that was cool for me with Insomniac was that I think we definitely set a foundation for ourselves, because we put out our hardest record to date, totally in-your-face all the way through, and now we're able to go anywhere we want. We can do that now--we do have that going for us. That is, if people are still interested. Which is kinda weird for me to say.... 

RIP: Your craft will always remain the most important thing of all, even if you're just writing for your own amusement. 

BJA: Yeah. No matter what, I'm gonna be writing songs for the rest of my life. I mean, I already have a shitload of new songs right now. But I just wanna do some other things with it. We've sold a million of Insomniac so far. But I definitely want to be respected as a musician. Well, more as a songwriter than as a musician. I wanna be f?!kin' normal, is what I wanna be. The thing is, I've seen so many freaks and so many weirdos and crazy punk rockers and drunks and junkies. But for a lot of those people being weird is easy. It's so easy to be strange--the hard thing is to try to be normal. There's no such thing as normal, ya know. 

RIP: How's your mom feel about all this? 

BJA: She's kinda worried about me. She doesn't know what to think of everything. We have a hard time communicating with each other, just because I don't like to talk about it that much. So she feels like she has to walk on eggshells around me all the time. 

RIP: You buy her anything cool once the money started rolling in? 

BJA: Nah--she doesn't want anything. I've asked her. She's been living in the same house for over 20 years, and she's content living there. But I did give her a trip--she went to Hawaii, her and her boyfriend. And I think travelling is really good--if you paid for someone to travel, so they can go and explore and see some things they've never seen before. But I think that's probably where I get it from. I get so content with not having much. And then you get all this stuff, all this attention, and you don't really know what to do with it. You don't know how to channel it. 

RIP: Most outrageous thing you've bought for yourself? 

BJA: I got my car primered! And one thing I did do was build a home studio. So I've been recording all my friends' bands for free. I produced this band called Dead and Gone, and Social Unrest, Fetish and the Criminals. And I have this side-project called Pinhead Gunpowder--nothing's up with it right now, but we played at the beginning of '94 a few times. RIP: Sounds like you've got more than enough pressure valves to let off the steam. Still, do you worry about death? 

BJA: Yeah, I do. But I have too many reasons to stick around. One is my son and my wife. And I don't feel like I'm finished yet. I'm not done, ya know? And the beauty of it is that death is forever and your problems aren't. And that's why I'm talking about my bad shit, because you vent that, you get it off your chest and you can move on to something else. There's gotta be a positive side to all this--so you just sort of try and dig it out. Get rid of all the bad--out with the bad air, in with the good air. 

RIP: You said about Green Day that you think your "bandwagon is coming to a close and all that's gonna be left is just a band. Hopefully." So then will you start writing happy songs? 

BJA: I thought about writing a totally sarcastic song called "I'm So Goddamn Happy," just talking about how happy I am. Actually, I'd like to put out a double record--I'd like to put out tons of music. But I never wanna become an egomaniac. I just wanna keep things down to earth, so I think it's really important for us to take a long break after all this stuff. We just put out two records back to back, one year after another, and now we can sit back and work on ourselves as people again. So we don't parody ourselves. And it's so hard to be a father and a musician at the same time. If I get into one thing and I pay close attention to it, like if I'm with Joey and I start neglecting my music, then I feel like I should play more often. So I start playing my music, and then I'm going, "Am I neglecting Joey?" So it becomes hard to do everything at the same time. 

BJA: I wanna create a very mellow and sound atmosphere for him, because I don't wanna make any mistakes for him--I want him to be able to make his own mistakes. And even when it comes to swearing--I don't cuss in front of my kid. I'd rather him get it from some dirty-mouthed kid at school. Then at least I'd know, I could go "Thank God--my kid is in a real world and he's learning these things from his surroundings." That'd be a good thing. Because the best things you ever learn are the things you learn in kindergarten. 

Finally, after more than an hour worth of gut-spilling, Armstrong suddenly observes four brace-faced girls, each no more than 12 years old, idling over by the cash register. They're there on the pretext of getting change. In reality, they just want to ogle punk icon and pin-up darling Billie Joe, stare at those caterpillar eyebrows and chiselled cheekbones up close. Another oh-my-gawd event. "I gotta go--it's gettin' weird," the reluctant rocker whispers, literally leaping up from the booth. "I can feel eyeballs all over me already...." And as fast as that, he's gone. "Was that...was that...B-B-B-B-Billie Joe?" stammers one swooner. "No," says the waitress, with a subtle smile. "That was just some guy who usually eats here alone, nobody famous at all. You know, just an average guy." A little white lie to herd the young 'uns out. But nevertheless the truth.