Air Force Weeb Won’t Get His Head Out The Clouds
In my freshman year of high school I joined our school’s ROTC (Recruiting Officer Training Core). It was mostly because of my older sister’s influence but over time I made friends with my flight and it became like a second family to me. In the end I enjoyed the class so much I signed up for it every year through high school. Soon I became one of the only female commanders in our core.
Flash forward to senior year when I met my first weeaboo. Let’s call him J.
Leadership Class and the Weeb Without Boundaries
Here is some background information:
I decided to take an elective class known as, “Leadership Skills.” My older friends who had already taken it told me it was a great class to take if I wanted to branch out and meet other people or make an impact.
Early on in this class, it was known that I was one of the youngest students in there. Most of the class were seniors, a few juniors, myself being the only sophomore, and then one freshman girl, who is the weeaboo of this story.
I will be “Dog” in this story.
Weeaboo will be “Vamp.”
They’re saying that word but I don’t think they quite get what it means.
Bisexual Erasure at the Hands of a Weeb
So for this I’ll refer to myself as K, my best friend/crush as R, and the weeaboo in question as M.
R and I have been friends for years, and earlier this year I realized that I really like him. It was an interesting situation, because I had just gotten over my breakup with the first person I had ever dated, who was another girl (being with her helped me realize that I’m bi, but I digress). I’m pretty sure realizing that I liked R was what pulled me out of my misery. He’s an awesome friend, and we never fight, and not to mention my parents love him because he showed up to my house once in a suit (because he had just come from a family thing). Because we’re such good friends, I decided a while ago that I would keep my feelings to myself. I liked being friends with him better than risking it for a relationship that might ruin us, you know?
Our group is full of nerds of all shapes and sizes, but a lot of us are in on the anime club, and so I go whenever I can. M goes there, but I’m a junior, and she’s a freshman and has a shrill voice that is usually talking about whatever new girl-on-girl ship she’s into, so I didn’t really interact with her until the day I mentioned my ex-girlfriend (who I talk about nowadays the way you talk about a disappointing Christmas present from like four years ago that you “accidentally lost” and then suddenly found while cleaning your room) in a conversation with my friend. She comes up, asks if I’m a lesbian, and when I say that I’m bisexual, she goes “But you just mentioned a girlfriend!”
Why Don’t Weebs Understand That Tackling HURTS?!
I am really close to considering not going to anime conventions anymore. I love Anime conventions, especially the [CONVENTION] in [CITY]. I see Crispin Freeman there all the time, and we always talk. It’s gotten to the point where he knows me by name and we will give each other bearhugs everytime we meet. I mean, this guy is an awesome person, really friendly, really open and honest, and always willing to talk. A man I’d like to have a beer with at some point.
I had a full convention pass, staying from Friday and Sunday. I had it all planned out: Friday, cosplay as Alucard, Saturday: Cosplay as Maes Hughes from FMA, and go to the after-dark rave as Maes, and Sunday: My final Cosplay will be Jet from Cowboy Bebop. I made the mistake of cosplaying as people with rampant, rabid fangirls; those being Alucard and Mayes Hughs. I had never cosplayed as Mayes before, but it was a -huge- mistake.
The Full evolution of a weeb
This is a story about a weeb who I am going to refer to as S.
I am a TA for one of my favourite teachers who happened to be teaching freshmen this year. It was really fun. As second semester rolled around though and we got a new class full of kids, things got very weird. S happened to be a student in the class. I hadn’t known her before, but she instantly latched onto me.
I just sort of brushed it off as normal freshman year behavior. That class in general was awful, and actually compared to some of the other students, she wasn’t that bad. I was a senior too and actually had attracted a fair amount of attention from groups of freshman girls. I wasn’t interested at all and was actually a bit creeped out by it though.
When I was ending my horrible scene kid phase, I started to embrace my culture (I am African American and Japanese). I then had made a fellow Asian online pen pal and added him on Facebook.
Within moments, this poorly photoshopped weeaboo sends me hateful messages in broken Japanese and typical weeb lingo. She wanted to know why my ‘ugly baka ass’ was messaging her ‘kawaii sempai-kun’. Confused, I went to her page and explored it’s contents.
From her tagged photos, she was a lovely brown shade like me but in her profile pictures, she was powder white. She edited her eyes to make them more Asian and had badly bleached hair. Of course, kanji was written in the caption.
Her page was mostly centered around Asians and Asian people. She loved J-pop and J-rock. She attended the Asian club at her school while taking Chinese.
I ignore her and ask my Penpal who the girl was and he explains it’s his ex. He then apologizes for her rude behavior. I then ask if she is Asian and he explains that she really isn’t but she’s ‘trans-racial’ meaning she’s transitioning from full African American to full Asian.
Submit Anon: Megami Tensi What?
This is the story about a girl I met in my early days of becoming a fan of anime and such. I had recently discovered anime entertainment. She didn’t quite act like a weeaboo, but her obsession with video games and anime is a tale to tell, hopefully nobody isn’t this bad. I begin.
Setting Start: = Summer, 2008
About a year after that I learned about cosplay. I became an enthusiast and no more, loving the art of making costumes and seeing people dress up in awesome getups such as Princess Zelda and the like. Although when I started to get into cosplaying, I had this extra drive to make my costume detailed as possible. In example Link’s tunic. So I may not have had $200 to buy chainmail, but I found a way to do it, and not just trim the edge of the sleeve or the bottom. Things like that.
In six months I learned how to do craft with a sander, jigsaw, Dremel tools; even picked up techniques on how to paint and even lay resin. I was in no means a perfect craftsman, but after seeing “bad” cosplay on the internet, I had it deadset in my mind to not become one of those. By the time I was done, I was a good peg above most of the “weeaboo” cosplays that were badly sewn together with satin because “it was the only fabric I could afford”.
I went to my first con in 2008, I was 21. My “teenage” years were isolated at home doing homeschool, so I was giddy excited about going to a place and meeting people that had similar interests that I did. I was in college, but the rural backwoods of a Southern state where you weren’t white nor black, nobody quite took the interests in anything “foreign” that wasn’t mudding, clubbing or church activities.
Enough about background, but it needed to be done to set the stage. There wasn’t even a nearby con. This one was the closest, a whopping 250 miles. (Animazement to be exact). I was leaping out of one place into another blindly, doing by best to look accomplished and catch up on the anime/internet culture upon arrival.
Who needs work when you have anime.
I had friend in high school that was was really in to anime and JRPGs. He was a big guy like 6 foot 2 big. He did like to use his size to push people around a lot. We called him Meat Head. He would watch anything and everything that was anime. From DBZ to yu yu hakusho to even Hamtaro because it was anime and these were all new and popular at the time.
So Meat Head would mostly only talk about anime and JRPGs like FF7 or what ever was new at the time. In high school no one really cared because all of us were nerds in to silly things like table top RPGs and what ever. Every time we had a game night Meat Head would make a new character that was out of what ever anime he was watching that week or what new JRPG he was playing. He would be all “Do you know <insert charter name here> from <insert anime/JRPG here>, because that is who my character is.” 9 times out of 10 we had no idea what the hell he was talking about so we just let him play anyway. By the next game day he would have a new character from a new anime/JRPG and would forget about the old one and have to waste time making a new character sheet. Not that it mattered he would spend most of the game time in a dark corner being oh so mysterious and dark.
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