Text Post Tue, May. 06, 2014 162 notes

Submit Anon: Still Can’t Shake This Weeb Stalker

(I apologize in advance for how long this story is, but since it encompasses almost 9 years of history I had a lot to share about this weeaboo experience.)

I was 12 years old and I had just moved from overseas to the states. It was my first time going to a civilian school and I had a hard time relating to other kids, so I spent most of my time by myself drawing (anime-esque things and nature scenes, mostly), and that quickly gained attention from others. One girl – we’ll call her N – was particularly interested in my art; she grabbed my notebook from off my desk and flipped through it, only complimenting my anime type drawings. I didn’t take it to heart since I didn’t think she was trying to be rude and introduced myself to her; we quickly became friends after that.

I never walked home with anyone and usually I snuck out of class early to get a head start going back home, and left so early in the morning to school that no other kids were out walking to school. I was a little creeped out when there was a knock on the door one morning before I left, and my mother opened the door to tell me that N was waiting for me. N told me how she found my house, but after I debunked one story she’d make up another and another, and I could tell she was getting nervous so I let it be. In hindsight this was probably a red flag, but I wasn’t looking for a reason to not have a friend.

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Text Post Sun, May. 04, 2014 101 notes


Call me M. I had just moved from a big city to a very small town. Like tractor-riding-middle-of-nowhere-moonshining-Republican-football-town. The first week of school, I learned there was an active anime club on campus. Being an annoying little weeb myself, I flocked to the library for the first meeting. The president, E, started by introducing herself. I remember her EXACT words:

“Konnichiwa, minasan! Watashi was E de-su! Anime, horses, and Naruto ga su-kee de-su! Also, watashi wa lesbian de-su!”

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Text Post Fri, May. 02, 2014 75 notes

Submit Anon: I too was chosen

When I was 15, my dad put me one of those  in a special classes after school to learn about the rules of the road and traffic laws before I got my learner’s permit. That was where I Met M. I was really shy at the time, and for the most part, I kept to myself. I usually sat at a table on the far side of the room and didn’t speak at all to anyone. I have always loved to draw, and throughout all of my years of being in school I’ve always had a habit of drawing all over my papers. One day during our break between lessons, a boy who sat across from me took notice of my little doodles.  He started talking to me about them, and asking me various questions. He recognized some of the characters I drew and began telling me all sorts of things. I didn’t know anybody so I figured…. what could possibly go wrong? its just friendly conversation, right? wrong. The guy told me about what he was into and you know a lot of it was stuff I wasn’t particularly interested in anymore if I ever was at all. It didn’t take very long for my spidey senses to start going apeshit about this guy.

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Text Post Wed, Apr. 30, 2014 64 notes

Submit Anon: Camp Weeb

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Weeb: D

Camp Friend: S

School Friend: K

When I was younger (13), one of my friends, K, convinced me to go to a summer camp with her. As I had never been away from home for more than a night, I was nervous but agreed to go with her. This time was during the falloff of my weeaboo phase and I still retained a small obsession with Naruto. As such, I checked out several Naruto manga from the local library and decided to bring it along (partially as a type of security blanket).

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Text Post Tue, Apr. 29, 2014 57 notes

Cultural Fair and the Pizza Parlor

A few weeks ago, my school had a cultural fair. If you’re not sure as to what it is, it’s basically an event where students set up tables to represent a culture/country. It was also an early release day so we were allowed to leave at 12:30.

I have a friend we’ll call Iggy (and her friends will go by America, Romano, France, and Germany). Iggy is one of those people who tries to tell others how it is (ie she gets mad when people use tea bags and she says  that tea bags aren’t real tea and you have to use fresh herbs. I know what you’re thinking and I agree; that’s crazy). She’s also an anglophile.

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Text Post Mon, Apr. 28, 2014 66 notes

Naruto-obsessed guy with a sword

So. I think I already submitted this story to the old version of the blog, but it’s just too creepy to let it disappear into the abbyss. So I’m gonna write it up again. It’s gonna get a bit long.

Also, putting a warning for stalking, mentions of self-harm, and rape threats.

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Text Post Mon, Apr. 28, 2014 83 notes

Submit Anon: It’s Just a Joke

Here is a little back story which pertains to the main event: I went out to lunch with my best friend and upon signing the receipt, I wrote my first name twice instead of first and last name. My best friend thought this was hilarious and laughed really hard for about fifteen minutes before squealing, “It sounds like a bad anime nickname!” She then said my first name twice and added “Senpai” onto the end of it. As of today, my Facebook name is my first name twice, with Senpai, and then my last name. It’s just a joke. My friends and I do not use any Japanese titles with each other seriously. 

Here is the main story: 

My name in this story will be “Dog.” 

Friend One is “Fish Guy.”

Friend Two is “Bro.”

The weeaboo is “Garlic.” 

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Text Post Sun, Apr. 27, 2014 92 notes

Weeb Norwegian girl pretends she is half-Japanese

 This happened to my husband about 3-4 years ago and the story is about his ex-girlfriend.

My husband is from Norway and his gf at the time was a typical Norwegian girl- tall, stocky, natural dirty blonde hair. However, to seem more Japanese, she colored her hair black routinely, used eyeliner to create the illusion of more slanted eyes, and wore brown contact lenses (her eyes were green). Her name was a Norwegian name, but for the sake of anonymity we’ll say it was H, but she insisted on being called “Chie” and even went so far as to legally change her name to that.

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Text Post Sun, Apr. 27, 2014 43 notes

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Apologies if this is longer than the dictionary, I just really had to get this out somehow

I moved to a new school about 1 and a half years ago. My old town was really small and the school only had around 200 students. Now that I’ve moved to the capital region, there’s a lot more people with the same interests as me. I never had a lot of friends in my old town, so when I moved I was delighted to see that more people had these interests.

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Video Post Sat, Apr. 26, 2014 162 notes

A gem from my past. I thought that this was a good idea because “OMAIGAHD FANIME IS SUGOI DESU!!1one”. My sister tried to give me advice, but my weeaboo-self was too stupid to listen.  Thankfully, I act nothing like this anymore.

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