black girl asian guy



every hollywood east asian role
  • old martial arts teacher with grey beard
  • dragon lady femme fatale with bladed chopsticks in hair, probably dies at the end
  • feisty action girl with black hair and a strand of another colour for edginess
  • north korean spy
  • subordinate woman/schoolgirl
  • funny asian guy with funny accent which is played for laughs
  • chinese soldier #56
  • male love interest lol just kidding 

Stereotypes in suburban America:

I’m black. But i’m not the kind of black you see on tumblr. Im not the black you see in hollywood or social media.
My nose is wide, my hair is coiled not stretched or curled, my face is undefined and No amount of contouring will give me that. They say i’m hood, they say i’m “too” black, my braids look “ghetto”, along with any color in my hair. Black girls like me have no face, limited representation to society. Black girls like me can be sensitive, black girls like me can be feminine, black girls who look like me don’t gotta be hard or ghetto, black girls like me can like books & anime & anything outside of hiphop culture, black girls like me can be soft and gooey, black girls like me can be soft spoken. I see no one that looks like me. I come from a mixed family; nobody has a nose big like this, or hair as coiled as this; not even my mother. She had me with a black man with a black family, (who left before I could get to know them.)
Everywhere I go they say i’m ghetto but when they hear me talk they say i’m white, i’m an embarrassment - even an asian guy told me that. Because black girls like me are suppose to be kept in the hood. In a suburban world full of Rihanna’s and Beyonce’s, no one has seen the full dynamic of a Dreezy or a Tink. Because we’re “hood girls”.

Wide noses are beautiful. Chocolate is not just beautiful when its dripped on Barbie’s face. My nose doesn’t need to be contoured, My edges don’t need to be tamed and my hair doesn’t need any stretching. The coils in my hair are as deep as my problems. Even if i’m the only one that sees it, ALL black is valid.

“We were kings and queens before they threw us into the hood and called us hoodrats.”


Okay, so you mean to tell me that ftwd and their web series can introduce a bunch of beautiful Latinx families, badass Native characters, a queer Black guy, a ruthless East Asian girl, a fearless Black girl paired with a smart Latina…and all you can do is drown them all out in the ftwd tag with white ass Alicia and Troy? Why am I not surprised by this nonsense?


Yesterday we went to disneyland for the first time since the beginning of summer. We spent most of our time taking selfies, but hey who could blame us? We are a beautiful couple.

anonymous asked:

You said you want fluff so imma give you fluff. Can I have the band spending quality dad time with phase 1 Noodle? Like bringing her to the beach, getting ice cream on the boardwalk, etc? It doesn't matter to me if it's headcanons or an imagine. Thank you!! ❤

Yay!! Fluffy platonic sibling bonding headcanons! I’ll do some for each of the guys~

All headcanons set in Phase One. Most of these are fluffy, but there’s a few serious bonding moments, too. So this turned out kind of long.


  • Murdoc would rarely be seen out in public with Noodle without the rest of the band, and even though he definitely wasn’t the best with children, he always had a soft spot for her deep down in his cold, black heart.
  • Unlike Russel, he always let her watch R rated films. Plus some banned ones like Cannibal Holocaust. Even Murdoc himself was surprised by how much she could stomach some of these films.
  • Whenever Murdoc got sick from drinking too much or had an overdose of god knows what, Noodle would be the one there to comfort him while he was throwing up. She even put him to bed a few times. he wouldn’t admit it, but he was always grateful.
  • When she was ten and the band were living at Kong Studios, he let her get away with murder. Literally. One night he took her out zombie hunting in the rotten, dead-infested landfill they lived next to. He taught her how to shoot a gun (Even though she already knew) and took out a whole horde in the dead of the night, Murdoc armed with a shotgun and Noodle with a Katana.
  • At two in the morning after arriving back to the studio covered in blood and the stench of the landfill, they were greeted in the lobby by a scowling Russel. “And where have you two been?“ Russel looked at Murdoc disapprovingly. “Pfft. None o’ your business, Fatboy.“ Murdoc scoffed and stormed off, but not before shooting Noodle a proud smile that read, “Ya did good, kid“. In what little English Noodle knew at the time, she said to Russ, “I’m fine. I go take shower.“
  • Murdoc and Noodle never told the other two they went zombie killing that night.


  • Noodle and 2D would have zombie movie marathons every fortnight. Even when they’d watch Evil Dead or The Living Dead films for the umpteenth time, Noodle never grew tired of them.
  • Being the closest to her age, Noodle found it easier to connect to 2D like he was an older brother, whereas Russel and Murdoc where more like paternal figures.
  • Similarly, they regularly played Resident Evil and Silent Hills games together. They were both Horror nuts.
  • Noodle taught 2D how to meditate properly to battle anxiety and stress. It helped them out when she was worn out from performing or doing interviews and when 2D was getting shit from Murdoc. This is where their ‘Zen bond‘ came from.
  • They’d constantly blame each other for a mess that was caused, be it on a tour bus or in the studio. When Russel asked why a room was trashed, 2D would shrug and say, “Dunno. Noodle must of did it.” She would angrily yell back at him. “I’m a tidier person than you are and you know it!!“ In Japanese. If he was feeling prickish, he’d tease her about it. “Oh, I’m sorry love. I don’t understand what you’re trying to tell me“, He’d say with a shit eating grin. When they started bickering, Russel would walk away saying, “I don’t care which one of your did it. Just get this shit cleaned up.“
  • While they were on tour, if Noodle was up at night and couldn’t sleep for whatever reason, 2D would be the one to comfort her. They’d try to talk to the best of their abilities, what with the language barrier, but they’d always share with each other their anxieties and fears. And they’d always understand.


  • Russel would be the one out of the three guys to do the “dad“ stuff with Noodle. When recording the first album in Jamaica, they’d hang out on the beach a lot and listen to native tunes.
  • Russel tried to teach her some basic English, but at the same time made an effort to learn some basic Japanese. For this, Noodle found it the easiest to communicate language wise with Russel.
  • Considering Russel was the most normal looking of the three guys (As long as you ignored the glowing white eyes) and the one with the best social etiquette (Murdoc and 2D were not well socialized to say the least) Russel would be the one to take Noodle out. It helped that they managed to be rather anonymous.
  • One time they were recognized; by a couple of rather attractive female fans at a cafe. They told Russel how much they loved him and Noodle, saying how adorable she was. One of them said to him, “You are such a gentleman! Why don’t we get to hear you as much in interviews? You’re so good with Noodle too.“ Russel admitted to himself that for once he was liking the attention. In corner of his eye, when Noodle was getting some water from the cafe counter, she gave him a cheesy grin and a thumbs up.
  • Later she said to him, “They like you“. Russel grinned, but denied it. “Those girls? No, no, no, no. Baby girl, they just like the band.“ Noodle grinned and pulled out a sheet of paper she found on the table. Russel looked at it. It was a number from one of the girls, with her name on it. Russel looked at her, shocked. She nodded at him. In her best English and a cheesy grin she said, “Thank me later.“
  • One time when Russel was out with her, after they’d seen a movie and went to get some pizza, they came across a confrontational arsehole. This guy had probably been drinking, and he clearly had no idea who they were. While Noodle went to the restroom, this guy came up to Russel and sneered. “So. It’s pretty obvious that girl’s not your daughter.“ He paused. “So what the fuck you doin with her then, huh?“ Russel fumed, but didn’t want to make a scene. He simply replied, “I’ll have you know that I’m her legal guardian.“ It wasn’t technically true, but it was his best bet at shutting this idiot up. “GUARDIAN?!“ He bellowed, making a scene in front of the whole restaurant. “Is no one else here SEEING THIS?! Is this what this bloody country’s coming to? A black man raising an Asian girl, really?” This guy was not only drunk, but an idiotic bigot. Russel stood up. “Listen man, I’m gonna have to ask you to get the hell out of my face.“ The guy wasn’t deterred by Russel’s size and strength. “Or what? Or what, huh? Whatcha gonna do, ya big- UGH!!“ Before this guy knew it, he was clocked in front of everyone, by none other than Noodle. In very clear English, she proudly said, “I don’t need a real dad. Russel is my dad.“ With that, the two of them grabbed their takeaways and left the pizzeria.
  • They didn’t talk on their drive back to Kong. When they got back, they remained quiet for a little bit longer while eating. Eventually, Russel broke the silence. “Did you mean that?“ Noodle looked up. “Nani?“ Russel sighed. “Did you mean it when… when you said I was your dad?“ Noodle said didn’t say a thing. She smiled warmly at Russel and nodded. Russel smiled back. “I’m proud of you, Baby girl.“ “For what?” She asked him. “For everything. You’re amazing. You do know you’re the only damn thing that matters in this band, right? You keep us all together.“ She grinned brightly. “Thank you, Russel. I’m proud of you too.“