#Kong Yeung

[lostinmac]

Fallen Angels (1995)

Dir. Wong Kar-wai

[maggiecheungs]

Twilight’s Kiss / Suk Suk / 叔・叔 (2019) directed by Ray Yeung

[whumpetywhump]

The Defected (2019)

Sheung Sing

01:

- Future: Discussing the head injury that left him with two years to live, taking medication, wincing in discomfort

- Tasered, collapses, slammed into a wall, wincing in pain, later having his arm massaged, wearing a wrist brace, suffering hand tremors

- Slapped in the face

02:

- Handcuffed to a chair

05:

- Car crash, knocked out, wakes up coughing

- Shot in the head, collapses, rushing to hospital with his head bandaged, intubated during surgery

06:

- Flashback: Cradled in his friend's arms after the shooting

- Semi-conscious in hospital with his head bandaged after surgery, unresponsive, cardiac arrest

- Wakes up after a second surgery, struggling to speak, slapped repeatedly in the face

07:

- Still recovering in hospital with his head bandaged, dreams of the shooting, twitching in his sleep

- Insomnia, assessed for PTSD, in denial

- Using a wheelchair, tries to walk on his own, unsteady, needs help sitting down

08:

- Still hospitalised, bandaged and using a wheelchair, refusing to rest

- Told he has bullet fragments in his brain, tries to walk anyway, collapses, seizure, recovering in bed

- Panic attack, complaining that his head never stops hurting, groaning in pain

- Escapes from the hospital, weak, hyperventilating due to pain, pale and in need of support after vomiting, taking medication, trembling

09:

- Still out of the hospital AMA, contracts pneumonia, feverish, coughing up blood, collapses, on oxygen back at the hospital

- Walking with a cane, trying physiotherapy exercises, trips and falls, exhausted

- Migraine, dizzy, stumbling

10:

- Migraine, clutching his head, stumbling

13:

- Car crash, knocked out

14:

- Recovering in hospital from last episode, migraine, learns he suffered further brain damage, diagnosed with neurogenic bladder which can lead to incontinence

17:

- Fails to hide his condition from his friend

18:

- Migraine, clutching his head, gasping

20:

- Grieving, crying, lashing out at his loved ones

21:

- Punched in the face, migraine, collapses to his knees, blurred vision

22:

- Nauseous, retching, taking medication

23:

- Falls down an incline, knocked out, dreams of being shot in the head again

24:

- Unconscious on the ground after the fall

25:

- Suffers a flashback to experiencing incontinence at work, confesses the severity of his neurogenic bladder, comforted

26:

- Beaten with a hammer, bleeding from the head, dragging himself across the ground, beaten again while trying to save his wife, knocked out

27:

- Wakes up in the hospital with his head bandaged after last episode

28:

- Memory loss, recurring migraines, spinal fluid leaking from his nose, passes out, found unconscious at his desk

- Dragged to the hospital, told he needs brain surgery, refuses

- More spinal fluid leaking from his nose, coughing up blood, collapses

29:

- Hospitalised after last episode, coughing, given two years to live, crying

- Massive weight loss, taking medication, experiencing memory loss, easily loses his balance

Kok Wing Jing

01:

- Kidnapped at gunpoint, found unconscious after being knocked out

04:

- Flashback: Beaten until bloody, pinned to the ground, has his finger amputated, screaming in pain

05:

- Flashback: Still bleeding from the beating, witnesses his colleague's death

- Car crash, knocked out, wakes up coughing

- Pistol whipped twice, bleeding from the head, choked with a belt, held at gunpoint, crying, rescued, in shock, flinching away from touch, later seen with his wound bandaged

07:

- Discloses his trauma, crying, comforted

08:

- Slapped repeatedly in the face

17:

- Flashback: Beaten with metal pipes during a fight, cuts his hand on broken glass

19:

- Slapped in the face

20:

- Grieving, crying

22:

- Slapped in the face

28:

- Caught in an explosion, hospitalised, face heavily bandaged, struggling to speak, sobbing, slamming his head against the bedframe

Yau Lai Kit

05:

- Car crash, knocked out, wakes up coughing

- Hit over the head, knocked out

18:

- Beaten up in a fight, choked until he passes out, held hostage at knifepoint, cut across the throat

23:

- Slapped in the face by his mother, told he should've died instead of his brother

24:

- Pistol whipped, shot in the leg, kidnapped, dragged across the ground, forced to kneel, handcuffed, shot in the head, found by his mother

TW: Contains themes of child abuse, p*dophilia, noncon and suicide

[yourdailyqueer]

Ray Yeung

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Gay

DOB: N/A 

Ethnicity: Hong Kong Chinese

Occupation: Screenwriter, director, lawyer

[skiddo-xy]

Andd the skiddo-xy award of favourite name of a 2024 Hong Kong olympian goes to women's doubles badminton player Yeung Pui Lam/楊霈霖 born in 2001, with her given name meaning (definitions adapted from mdmg) torrent & continued rain and also both sharing the rain 雨 radical in both of them, while also having the personally pleasing tone combination of 4 -3 - 4 (mid level, low falling, mid level in cantonese) 🥇

[sixplusfive]

MIRROR Time (2023.12.28) | 1.04 Acting cute so your leader pays for stuff 💁🏻‍♀️

Source / Notes / Disclaimers under the cut

Official Source (raw):

https://viu.tv/encore/mirror-time

Notes:

None for now~

Disclaimer:

Translations may contain inaccuracies! Cantonese is not my first language, and I don’t have full cultural context cause I don't live in Hong Kong.

Askbox is open to corrections if any~

[sloshed-cinema]

Dumplings [餃子] (2004)

At what specific degree of dermal tautness does the patriarchal hegemony deem the face of a Woman of a Certain Age (read: anything over 24.5 years or something, I dunno) to be acceptable or even beautiful? The burden of beauty in the world of Dumplings and beyond falls on women. Nothing Mrs Li can do will draw the attention of her husband for more than a passing moment; he’s too busy fucking other, younger women. And yet she feels a nigh-addictive drive to pursue that standard which will maintain his attention. This fixation pushes her into the arms of a woman whose appearance belies her years, all thanks to one secret (doctors hate her!). Unlike other films of this stripe, the essential ingredient of Aunt Mei’s dumplings is revealed almost immediately. In not beating around the bush, the film both comments slyly on the One-child policy of Mainland China and draws sharp socio-political lines. Mrs Li is a victim of a sexist double-standard, but her position of wealth and privilege allows her to literally prey on those less fortunate. The teenager brought to Aunt Mei as a last resort dies as a direct result of her mother’s desperation, her father’s monstrosity, Mrs Li’s obsession, and Aunt Mei’s greed. An entire lower class family obliterated for a few moments of fishy beauty. Even beyond its concept, this is horror, after all, so the film leans into crunchy, amped-up Foley in all of the eating scenes, emphasizing the transgression.

If a mirror is a symbol of beauty associated with femininity, Dumplings makes a meal of the motif. Aunt Mei’s flat is littered with cameo mirrors, allowing for moments of doubling and self-reflection as Mrs Li hovers at the threshold of this path of transgression. After she makes her final commitment beyond the pale we see her in frame reflected with Aunt Mei, two women against the grain. At her nadir, Mrs Li is presented with another sort of reflection of herself, seeing a rebroadcast of herself as a young, blossoming television star just as she despairs at the side-effects of her latest treatment. In this moment, it’s possible to see someone as amoral but also to understand on some level why they’re doing what they do through the lens of horror. The final frames bring this arc to a poetic close, Mrs Li doubled by the blade of the cleaver she holds, ready to make the first cut of her next treatment.

THE RULES

SIP

Someone says 'dumpling'.

Anyone eats a dumpling.

Reflection in a wall mirror.

Amazing trouser prints.

BIG DRINK

The tiffin tin appears in a scene.

Aunt Mei wants to sing for someone.

[cinematicfragments]

Fallen Angels [堕落天使], (Wong Kar Wai, 1995).

[haveyouseenthisseries-poll]

Original title: Fa Cheng Sin Fung | 法證先鋒.

[watchingalotofmovies]

In the Mood for Love

In the Mood for Love    [trailer]

Two neighbors form a strong bond after both suspect extramarital activities of their spouses. However, they agree to keep their bond platonic so as not to commit similar wrongs.

The essential movie about longing. Though I increasingly think that after the third, or maybe the fifth viewing, the two should be allowed to run away together.

Every frame of the film could be a painting and hung on the wall. And you always admire the colours and the patterns of Maggie Cheung's dresses.

The two of them dancing together.

[umfilmibom]

De aquí en adelante

從今以後 Ray Yeung

Hong Kong

2024

[sixplusfive]

MIRROR Time (2023.12.28) | 1.04

[blue-grama]

So @lugarn talked this up to me and was NOT wrong. An absolutely lovely film that feels so real and lived-in. It's visually gorgeous and there are so many moments that feel almost cheap to convey in words.

Not getting over this anytime soon.

Highly recommend!

Twilight's Kiss/Suk Suk 叔.叔 (2019) - Dir. Ray Yeung

[johnwickb1tsch]

Sympathy for the Devil ~ Part 22

A Donaka Mark x housekeeper!Reader fic, based on @discoscoob 's concept & bot! An unlikely flirtation turns into a dark obsession... Warnings: Donaka Mark is a bad man with a soft spot for you. dark romance, possessive behavior, nonconsensual voyeurism, red flag red flag girl!🔺, psychological games, power imbalance, eventual dubcon/nsfw/involuntary captivity. -> all chapters

Twenty-Two 二十二

A few days later, you notice that the background of your iPad has changed to the selfie Donaka took of the two of you at the garden. Your heads are together, his face half obscured in your hair. He is not smiling, per se, but even in the photo you can see that simmering warmth in his eyes that makes you think idiotic thoughts, like maybe he’s not so bad after all, and maybe…he really cares for you. 

You can’t help but touch the bite mark on your thigh, the skin now slightly raised but almost smooth under your fingers, the freshly healed mark the color of a candied kiss. 

It’s become a tick for you, like touching a talisman. 

It doesn’t bother you as much as it should, anymore. 

You are reading a book in a lounger on the terrace when Mei pounces on you, grabbing you up in a fierce hug. “Thank you thank you thank you thank you,” she says, a litany of gratitude that ends in a sob and a squeeze that cracks your back. 

Though you suddenly dare to hope, you still ask, “For what?” 

“Jing had an appointment yesterday with Dr. Thomas Tong. He’s the best children’s oncologist in Hong Kong. Maybe all Asia. He says there’s hope she’ll get better. She starts treatment tomorrow.” Mei bursts into tears of relief, and suddenly you are right there with her. You scoot over on the lounger so she can sit with you, and the two of you hold hands and cry it out for a good five minutes. 

“I didn’t do it,” you admit quietly. “Mr. Mark must have arranged everything.”

Mei sniffs and sits back on the lounger, giving you a watery smile like you are being naive. “I know you must have asked.” 

“I mentioned it.” Suddenly you feel like a piece of shit, because in fact you hadn’t gotten around to asking again, you’d been so distracted in your absolute besottment…and maybe nervous too, to ask something of him.

For most of your life men have ignored what you say. In one ear and out the other, from your father to handfuls of boyfriends. Yet you say one sentence to that man and he not only remembers, he picks up the context and reads all your footnotes immediately.

Maybe you can’t hide anything from him–but it feels so good, to be heard. 

“I am so grateful to both of you.”

“I’ll thank him for you,” you offer, thinking she might be too shy to do it. 

Mei nods, wrung out but seemingly happy. The two of you sit together for a while longer, looking out over the fabulous view and thinking similar thoughts about the master of this house. How he seems like a scary man, but like he said to you a few nights before: he takes care of those who he considers his. 

You talk quietly, about Jing, and what the doctor said, and then other things. It’s always been easy to talk to Mei, you liked each other from the moment you started working here, but you never really got the chance to sit still together like this because you always had things to do, and your days off never coincided. 

It’s possible time slips away from you two, because Mrs. Yeung, the head housekeeper, comes looking for Mei. Afraid that your friend will get into trouble, you address it head on. “I asked Mei to sit with me.”

It’s the first time you've ever tried throwing your weight around with the staff since your change in situation. By the look Mrs. Yeung pays you, crossing her arms, you can tell she doesn't like it. You know she's been judging you since things changed, and you guess you can't really blame her, but none of that is Mei’s fault.

“Mei has many chores to do today,” says her boss, narrowing her eyes at you, then her. “Not paid to chitchat.”

“I will help her,” you say. “And it will all get done.”

“That's not your job anymore.” She says it snidely with a raised eyebrow, clearly implying that your new job is sucking Donaka Mark’s cock.

Alright. Maybe you can blame her.

Thinking of how Donaka might handle this, you lift your chin and imagine you're seven feet tall, meeting her eyes dead on, not flinching as she tries to stare you down. “I said it will get done. If you have a problem, you can bring it to Mr. Mark. I'm sure he'd love to hear all about it.” Implying quite the opposite, of course, and finally Mrs. Yeung stands down. 

“Fine, fine.” With a dismissive wave she stalks off. 

“If she makes this a problem for you, tell me,” you say to Mei, who is watching you with a small smile and a mischievous glitter in her eyes. 

“Sure thing, tai-tai.”

“Donaka said that to me the other day too.”

Mei’s eyebrows raise high, that glitter in her dark eyes flashing ten-fold. “He did?” 

“He told me to ask you what it means?”  

She giggles a little, and for some reason that makes you nervous. “Now it’s slang for a spoiled rich housewife. But in the old days, when Chinese men took more than one wife, the first wife was the tai-tai, the Supreme-Supreme. She was the boss.” Mei gives you a meaningful look that for some reason makes your cheeks burn. 

“I don’t think I’m the boss of anything,” you say with a snort. “He was just teasing me because I didn’t want to go home yet.” 

“Hmm. If you say so.” 

“Oh god. Come on, let’s go get the living room clean. I’ll do the vases.” You know they scare her, after she nearly bumped one of them onto the hard floor. She sighs with relief, and the two of you go back into the house. But then you think maybe you shouldn’t be handling the priceless antiques, because a fine tremor has started in your hands, and you can’t get it to stop. 

***

Donaka does not come home until late late that evening. You catch up with him in his office, frowning at his laptop screen. When you knock quietly he closes the device, rubbing his eyes. He looks exhausted, and your heart squeezes in your chest. “Is everything alright?”

“Just work. You would not believe how careless some of the children of my rich clients can be.” 

“Oh?” 

Though he seems on edge, you dare take this as an invitation to walk deeper into the room. He’s never really offered you details of what he does, and you find you’re curious. 

“I have spent the better part of my day explaining to this young man that the girl in distress he’s been sending thousands of dollars to is not, in fact, Kate Moss, but probably a teenage boy with a fast internet connection in Jakarta. I had to provide a detailed digital trail, and I still don’t think he believes us. And I couldn’t call him a fucking idiot to his face, because his father is a billionaire tycoon who I would very much like to keep on side.” 

You cover your mouth to damper a guffaw. “Oh dear. Damn millennials.”

“Aren’t you a millennial?”

You shrug with a little smile. He makes a harsh sound through his teeth, but you can tell he's leaning towards amused.

You feel it, when this man’s gaze sharpens upon you, raking up and down your figure. It’s late; you are in a nightie and a silk robe printed with flowers and little birds. “You look good enough to eat. Come here.” He doesn’t frame it as a request. 

Maybe you are getting too used to that. You go without a thought, folding yourself into his lap. “So…is that what your company does?” you ask. “Track down digital predators?” 

“We handle digital and physical security for our clients,” he answers, winding a tendril of your hair around his finger, pulling you into a kiss. 

“Huh.” 

 He smiles against your mouth. “You’d really convinced yourself it was something far more nefarious, hadn’t you?” 

You shrug, your robe slipping down your shoulder. “From the evidence placed in front of me…” 

He chuckles darkly, helping your robe along on its way with a slow caress from the backs of his fingers. You shudder, closing your eyes, your nipples pebbling almost painfully in response to his touch. With his eyes fixed like lasers on your chest he says, “Don’t worry, bunny. I can still be a bad man for you.” 

“I was just thinking…how much I like it…when you’re good,” you admit breathily, his long fingers sliding into your hair. 

“Whatever do you mean?” he fishes with a smirk. 

“For what you did…for Mei. Thank you.”

You don't think you imagine it, when he seems to soften, a nearly microscopic bit. 

“I did it for you.” 

You tilt your head, studying him. “Not for a four year old girl who needs serious help?”

“There are a lot of children in the world who need help, y/n. A man could go broke and mad before he saved them all.”

“I know. But doesn’t it feel good to have done this one good deed?” You study him, genuinely curious. 

“It feels good to make you happy,” he answers, and you believe he’s being honest with you, rather than trotting out the right answer for decorum’s sake. “I told you I’d find the thing you like to spend money on. Turns out it’s not clothes or handbags. I think I like that about you, bunny.”

Your heart thumps in your chest. You feel like you’ve walked into one of his traps, somehow. 

“But…what about taking care of those who are yours?”

He lifts an eyebrow at you. “Is little Jing mine?” 

“Mei is your loyal employee?”

“Of course. But Mei’s not the one who’s sick. Do you know how many relatives she has?”

You get the feeling he’s trying to tell you something. Perhaps that you’re not changing him, that he’s not a good man, deep down, and he’s not going to pretend to be one. But you might act as something of a moral compass–so long as you do not displease him. 

Or maybe he would have done it anyway, but he saw the opportunity to sink his claws even deeper into you.

Fine. If that’s the way he wants to play it…you’re game. If this is the price for a fighting chance for Jing…you’ll keep doing your part, gladly. 

“What are you thinking, bunny? Have I disappointed you?” He twists your hair around his fist, not hurting you, but holding you fast. 

“No,” you answer breathily. “I don’t care why you did it. I’m still grateful.” 

One of his eyebrows quirks at this, but you can tell he’s pleased. “How grateful?”  

Slowly you slide from his lap, going to your knees between his long legs. You’re gratified when he looks down at you with those fathomless black eyes, a heat in them that could burn down the world. 

“Very,” you say coyly, looking up at him from beneath your lashes as you graze the taut muscles of his thighs with your nails. He says nothing else, just watches you with parted lips as you unbuckle his belt and free his erect manhood into your hand. 

You suppose Mrs. Yeung was right about you, you muse, before you take him into your mouth, swirling your tongue over his sensitive head before burying him in the back of your throat. He is not mean about it, as he has been in the past, his fingers tangled in your hair as you work him with your lips and tongue. When you gag on his length it's your own doing, though the moan it wins you is its own reward. Though he’s barely touched you, you are still soaking wet between your legs, your treacherous cunt loving the thrill of being in this man’s clutches, of belonging to him. 

You absolutely need your head checked, but that echoes in your mind as you take him inside you, and swallow him down. His. Body and soul, you’re his.

Afterwards you rest with your cheek on his thigh, practically purring as he strokes your hair lightly, sated for now. “Would you like a hospital wing next time?” he teases you, winning a shaky laugh.

“Put it on my Christmas list, I guess.”

“I think I’ll take you to work with me,” he muses. “You can sit under my desk when I have to reason with entitled morons.”

Imagining this makes you laugh out loud. At least…you hope he is joking. 

“I’d like to see where you work,” you say. “It sounds exciting.”

He huffs with amusement. “It’s not. Ninety-nine percent of security work is watching, and waiting, and being ready in the off chance something happens.”

“Well. You must be the best there is.”

“Are you buttering me up?” he asks with that half smile that makes your belly flutter. 

“Me?” You push to your feet slowly, holding out your hands to him. 

“What?” he asks, though he takes them, allowing you to pull him out of his chair. 

“We’re going to take a warm bath.”

“Ohhh. The mistress has spoken.”

You bite down on the urge to make a tai-tai comment again. That is something you should bury six feet down.

“You've had a long day. It will feel good.” You look him up and down in his slightly rumpled work clothes, biting your lip. “And I’m not done with you yet.”

A low growl is your only warning, before he pounces on you, capturing your mouth and sweeping you up into his arms. You scream and giggle, your heart full as he silences you with his lips on yours. 

Maybe you've been trying not to fall in love with this man– but he's really been fucking that up for you lately. 

all chapters

____

*I borrowed Dr. Thomas Tong from Kevin Kwan’s Lies and Weddings.🤭 I love his books! 😭

[kungfuwushuworld]

R.I.P sifu Lee Hoi-sang!

Lee Hoi-sang (April 15, 1941 – September 9, 2024) was a Hong Kong martial arts film actor and martial artist, known for his roles in The 36th Chamber of Shaolin (as Abbot Li Hai Sheng) (1978), Shaolin Challenges Ninja (1978), The Incredible Kung Fu Master (1979), The Young Master (1980), The Prodigal Son (1981), Project A (1983), Shaolin and Wu Tang (1983) and Disciples of the 36th Chamber (1985) , alongside actors such as Jackie Chan, Gordon Liu, Sammo Hung, Yuen Biao and Bolo Yeung.

Lee Hoi-sang was a master of Wing Chun boxing. He served as a martial arts instructor and an action movie actor (debuting in British Hong Kong) starting in his early years. During the 1970s and 1980s he often utilised his kung fu expertise playing martial arts roles as well as other supporting roles on Asian TV dramas. To some of his audience he was known as "King of Fighters".

Lee Hoi-sang was a disciple of Yip Man, learning Wing Chun from him and later teaching it.