#A Touch of Zen

[roseillith]

俠女 // A TOUCH OF ZEN (1971) dir. KING HU

[nine-frames]

"That depends on whether or not you believe in ghosts."

俠女 (A Touch of Zen), 1973.

Dir. & Writ. King Hu | DOP Hua Hui-ying

[crybabyfrog]

侠女 （1971）

[moviesiveseenandwanttoremember]

King Hu’s “俠女” (A Touch of Zen) November 18, 1971.

[byneddiedingo]

Han Ying-jie (center) in A Touch of Zen (King Hu, 1971) Cast: Hsu Feng, Shih Chun, Bai Ying, Xue Han, Roy Chiao, Tien Peng, Zhang Bing-yu, Wang Rui, Han Ying-jie. Screenplay: King Hu, based on a story by Songling Pu. Cinematography: Hua Hui-ying. I'm not an expert on or even a devotee of Asian martial arts films (wuxia), so I come to A Touch of Zen with more than a touch of naïveté. It's a celebrated film for its elevation of the genre into the realm of art, and that part of it I can appreciate, even as it often baffled and sometimes irritated me: Why did the battle with the "ghosts" have to be shot in the dark? Its sometimes oblique narrative puzzled me: The first two characters we meet are the scholar-artist Gu (Shih Chun) and his mysterious customer, Ouyang Nian (Tien Peng), and I felt a bit lost when Ouyang turned out to be a bad guy and Gu's reticent neighbor Yang Hui-zhen (Hsu Feng) became the protagonist, as well as Gu's lover (after declining the marriage proposal Gu's mother insists on). But we're clearly working with a director-screenwriter who wants to keep us off-balance, and succeeds. Best, I realized, not to attempt to unravel the plot but to pay attention to the gorgeous and often exciting images that King Hu gives us -- the more than three-hour length of his epic flies by if you do that. The mixture of martial arts and religious philosophy is something the skeptic in me can only gaze at disinterestedly, so the ending, with the dying abbot bleeding gold, eludes any attempt I might make to find coherence with the political struggles that inform most of the film's action. But perhaps if I educate myself better in wuxia, I'll come to a fuller appreciation of why A Touch of Zen is so widely and enthusiastically admired. 

[knightotoc]

A Touch of Zen 🤝 Les Diaboliques

I love the movie quite a lot, I look it up on Wikipedia, I learn it was gay in the source material and feel betrayed

🤝 From Here to Eternity

same except I only liked it, I didn't love it. I still felt betrayed though, especially for Montgomery Clift's sake💔 It would have been so fun to have Sinatra of all people flirt with Clift!

An underrated aspect of the cliche "the book is better than the movie" is that the book is generally gayer than the movie. That's like the main reason fascists are so scared of books, after all. Is the movie ever gayer than the book? new IWTW show I guess?

[grezzirossi]

Hanyatta comic strip, I ship them a normal amount, yeah...

Note: I have the HC omnics wires are very delicate and touching them is a quite intimate thingie to do („ಡωಡ„) especially the neck ones

[dreamtydraw]

Big announcement : the stickers shop is back

Hi :} my name is dreamty and I make vn / otome / oc stickers for funsies but right now i need to save up for a new pc. I don’t ask it often but for this update please reblog if you don’t mind.

If you’re already familiar with my shops here the two updates : i added shipping fees (2,80€ france / 3,20€ international ) and aded new stickers to the shop :

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Oc + funky stickers

The nighthowl stickers from the blooming panic stickers got updated :

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[sleepingdeath-light]

red and the wolf ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (kinktober entry)

word count ; 974

content ; sexually explicit content, dirty talk, slight praise kink, penetrative sex

fandom ; mystic messenger

pairing ; hyun ryu / zen x gender neutral reader

read also on ; ao3

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

When your boyfriend had called himself 'a wolf' in the bedroom you'd just brushed it off as a joke about him having a high libido (which your perpetually aching thighs and few dozen pairs of ruined underwear could attest to). But now, with him looming over you in with those sparkling, perfectly white teeth, and glimmering red eyes, and that deep voice that sounded like something between a growl and a whisper, you couldn't help but think he was being far more literal than you'd initially given him credit for.

Not that you were complaining, of course, it was nice to be manhandled every once in a while — even if all of the filth falling from those beautiful lips of his was starting to drive you mad.

Zen urged you to be loud, to make as much noise as you want and more — leaning down to brush his lips against the shell of your ear and whispering in that heavy evening voice of his to ask if you can be 'louder' for him. Practically begging you to keep making all of those 'pretty noises' you know he loves. And every whimper and moan and gasp earned you a cuss, or a grunt, or a perfectly angled thrust of his cock straight into that spongy spot inside of you that makes you see stars. A reward for your obedience punctuated by wet, messy kisses to your lips that were more tongue and teeth than anything else (oh how swollen your lips would be tomorrow, marred with the indents of his teeth and your own, bitten so deeply that you could already taste your own coppery blood on your tongue despite how young the night still was).

He downright worshipped your body between thrusts: groping at every ridge, and swell, and dip, and scar — complimenting each part of you with an earnestness that you knew better than to dispute. Calling you 'hot', 'sexy', and 'all mine' as he sucked, bit, and marked his way along your throat and jaw. Tenderly lapping at your pulse point and chuckling when he felt it jump after a particularly playful slap to your backside. He playfully calls you his 'little pet'; the 'red' to his 'wolf' — and he mouths wet promises against your throat of not stopping until the mattress is hanging off of the bed and you're both too tired to go on (and with his stamina, well… you'll surely have a long night ahead of you).

He then effortlessly lifted your trembling thigh with one hand to wrap it around his waist, feeling the muscles of his abdomen pressing into your skin as he pressed his muscular chest down against yours. And in that same husky voice, Zen praised you for taking him 'so well' tonight, words that barely reach you as you’re far too close to climax to notice much beyond how good it feels to have him touching you and the waves of pleasant heat washing over your body as you start to mount your peak.

Clearly he’s not too far behind as you can just about see him gritting his teeth through your hazy vision as he tried his best to last out for you. Pace quickening and deepening as he eagerly chased your high and chased your lips with his own with the same amount of ferocity you’d come to expect from him, calling you 'perfect', and 'made for me', and telling you how you feel 'so fucking good, babe,'. Each broken phrase an island of coherence amongst the endless stream of growls, and moans, and grunts that slip from his lips as he pounds his hips into yours and fills your hole with his dick in that way you love (and how could you not?).

Long strands of white hair fall over his shoulders and out of his up-do, tickling your nose and sticking to the sweat covering your body and face as you started to rapidly approach your climax. But by now you're too distracted by the way it felt to be stretched out on that pretty cock of his, and the distant sensation of him slipping one of those large, soft hands into yours and holding it tightly — grounding you in the same way that he was kept grounded by the sharp stinging pain of your fingernails digging into the toned, pale expanse of his shoulders and back — to care about anything like that. Even the fuzzy sound of his voice praising you, and cussing, and grunting and moaning against your lips (and jaw and cheeks and throat, always moving and marking and loving you) was too distant to your muddy mind for you to truly notice or understand beyond your short responses in the shape of moans and whimpers.

Then something snaps and the world around you comes crashing down, washed away with what remained of your coherent thoughts by the torrent of burning pleasure that wracked through your body. Kept in that blissful, whited-out place by his soft lips, and endless flirting, and expert thrusting as you lost yourself in the pounding of your heart, and the aching of your lungs, and the intense sensations that left your whole body limp and trembling, and your entrance pulsing and fluttering around your Zen. No longer able to do anything but moan, and gasp, and whimper until your throat was too hoarse to do even that.

And Zen (your Zen, your wolf) followed soon after with a loud cry (howl, even) of your name as he filled you completely with his seed. Pressing his sweat slicked forehead against yours as you both try and catch your breath. Completely messy and blissed out and in love; red and their wolf, basking in the musky afterglow before going straight back into the fray the moment you had both come back down to earth.

[roseillith]

俠女 // A TOUCH OF ZEN (1971) dir. KING HU

[michaeljclarke]

Morning dew nestled into a lush grassy field.

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[mad-hunts]

i know no one necessarily asked for this information, BUT yes, barton did do masks with marcy while she was still around and also... yes, he might've looked a little bit like this self-care garfield while doing it. and honestly, he still puts on masks sometimes. so here's a little advice for y'all... if your muse is trying to talk to barton about anything that might possibly trouble him / make him angry — they might wanna do it while barton's doing his thing here, because it is pretty much a FACT that he can not be in a bad mood while he's like this LOL

[ultravioart]

I just learned Rammatra's character (design and lore) is actually just a rip off of two Argentinian fans' overwatch oc named Voltikko. Made months before Ramattra was released. Never contacted or compensated for thier work.

Blizz is using Ramattra to sell overpriced skins and further predatory monetization, and worse yet they are monetizing STOLEN WORK this way.

https://twitter.com/MarioKMentasti/status/1589124322937143296?t=z0E8Y_vn_JNVaBvVJcfZJw&s=19

Seriously what the hell. There is NO WAY that Ramattra wasn't lifted from Voltikko's design, the big extra arms, face + cord hair, and Ramattra's construction skin, and lore bites, are all lifted from Voltikko's design and lore created by two fans. The way I honestly thought it was paid concept art just to realize no, it was stolen from.

[m-v3nus]

>its not meta!

>im in quickplay

>that character adds no value!

>they make me happy

[knightotoc]

😨😒