had a really interesting convo yesterday about ethics and whether intent or results matters (eg if you tried to make an ethical purchasing choice but the business was actually exploitative as hell, does that "count") and very much came to the conclusion that sure, if you're concerned with your personal immortal soul, as a christian might be, then intention counts. but if what you're focused on is your impact on the world, then intention means nothing if the actions have negative results, right? (that doesn't mean you're to blame for them! you didn't know! but you also don't get "ethics points" for trying, you know?)
and this also got me thinking about the whole christian idea that sinful thoughts are as bad as sinful actions because. they're just not imo. maybe for the sake of your Immortal Soul they are points against you, if that's your jam. but in terms of putting good into the world, in terms of your impact on other people, the ONLY thing that matters is what you choose to do with those thoughts. there is no way that "was kind to someone who was pissing me off, for the sake of community harmony" or "helped an acquaintance with a task even though I felt resentful about the time spent doing that" is a Bad Thing for the world
and it made me wonder how much purity culture and thought policing is rooted in (mostly evangelical) cultural christianity and this idea that ethical choices are an individual thing because what matters is the impact of them on YOUR soul and not, you know, things we do because of what we owe the world around us / because of love for others / because a world where people are trying to put good into it is a hell of a lot nicer to live in than one where people are only worried about themselves
i grew up evangelical but like. fairly mild evangelical and even though there wasn't a big focus on hell and stuff, i definitely fixated on imperfect thoughts and behaviours that were putting absolutely no harm into the world, rather than focusing on what i could do to put good into it, and that individualistic vs outward-focused approach to morality has been something i've grappled with a lot as an adult. but i never really thought about it as simply as this and really that's what it boils down to. are you making the ethical choice because you're trying to put good in the world, or because it would make you a "good person" to do so? because the answer to that 100% defines whether it's the thought or the result that counts
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Suna x fem reader
Warnings: NSFW
Words: ~1,3 k
About: A one night stand with Suna~
"Fuck-"
You moan his name and arch your back when he delivers a particular hard thrust against your hips, your whole body shaking from the sheer force he's using. He grabs your hips harder, his fingers digging into the soft flesh and working his cock even further into your body. You're drooling for him at this point, leaving a small wet spot on his pillow, which is nothing compared to the wetness between your legs.
He groans and suddenly leans down until his chest presses against your back, and you find comfort in the fact that he is as sweaty as you. His hand moves to your neck, which causes your eyes to widen for a second in surprise, before he tightens his grip and forces both of your bodies up.
You're both on your knees now, not moving for a second, only your chest heavily heaving from the exertion. Your head is thrown back, your neck bared to his grip, and you're almost embarrassed at how hard you clench around him when he doesn't let go of your throat.
"You're so hot like this." His gaze is dark and hooded while he looks down on your body, your tits on full display, nipples hard and perky, your pussy swallowing his cock, coated in a mixture of both of your arousal.
"Rintarou-" your voice is barely above a whisper, your neck still in his tight grip, but he still responds by finally moving his hips again. The sheer force makes your body jerk forward, only his hands keeping you close to him.
"I love how you moan my name. Do it again," he demands, his voice slightly breathier than before, and when you respond with a moan of his name, you're rewarded with an even harder thrust that make you see stars. His hand wanders from your neck to your chest and starts palming your tit almost violently, while his hips start working relentlessly against yours. You slam your ass against his hips, the tip of his cock hitting just the right spot that pushes you even closer to the edge, and his breathy moans against your ear add fuel to your desire.
"Can I cum inside?"
His words stir something primal in you and you wrap your arms around his neck to look into his dark eyes, and you know that you probably look embarrassingly desperate and needy, but you can't help it. "Yes, yes, please-" you groan and when he releases your body, you barely manage to catch yourself on your arms before you sink into the mattress and he presses your face against the pillow again. Your mind is hazy, your body burning with pleasure, and you find yourself whining when he brings his palm down against your ass- again and again.
Your fingers dig into the sheets, and you press your ass further against him and he lets out an appreciating grunt. "Ya like that?" He smacks your ass again and you moan, frantically nodding your head at the pleasurable pain that rushes through your body. His cock hits just the right spot, his fat tip prodding at your entrance when he pulls almost completely out and slams back into you again. "I'm close, Rintarou- Rintar- Rin-" your voice is breathless, and you clench down hardly on him when you suddenly feel yourself tumbling over the edge after he increases the pace. Your body convulses with pleasure, your eyes rolling back into your head while you gasp his name, your cunt relentlessly getting overstimulated at his unfaltering thrusts.
"Y/n- fuck-" he groans, the sound so guttural and primal that you clench around him again, and then you feel it. You feel his cum inside of you, hot and heavy, how his body stiffens behind of you and how he stops thrusting, just slamming his hips once into you, then again, and then collapsing over your body. His arms come into your vision, the impressive muscles tensed stiff, and you take a short second to admire his physique. He is not only blessed with strong arms, but you had already admired his toned legs when you sat on his lap in the car.
You both stay in that position for a few moments, desperately trying to calm your breath, while you feel the tight fit of his cock in your now overstimulated throbbing cunt. Suna wraps on arm around your middle and rolls you both to the side, groaning slightly when his cock slips out of your pussy.
He shifts the position of your bodies, one of his arms now under your head while the other stays wrapped around your body. His leg is nestled between yours, but it doesn't feel sexual at all- it's rather comfortable. You sigh contently at the warmth that surrounds your body, and you roam your fingers against the muscles of his arm around you, ignoring the slowly dripping warm liquid between your legs.
It's silent for a while. Just both of you laying in his bed in each other's arms.
"I hope I wasn't too rough with you. Do you feel okay?" His voice breaks the silence, calm and pleasant, his warm breath fanning against your cheek when he talks. You flush at his words, his concern warming your heart.
"I'm good. I... I liked it a lot. When you get rough."
"Oh? Such a pretty and good girl for me, huh?" He grins lazily while his hand moves at an awkward angle to comb through your hair, and you feel your cheeks heating up at his words. The sudden praise surely ignites something in you that you’d rather keep hidden for now.
"Do you tell that all the girls you pick up?" you try to distract him before he notices your flustered state- and you curse yourself after the words have left your lips. You only met this guy today- it's none of your business how many girls he's been picking up lately. Judging by his looks, he probably doesn't have any troubles finding someone for company though.
"You're the first girl I've brought home for... quite a while. I usually prefer to stay on my own."
You raise your brows in surprise, not having expected that answer or the nonchalant tone that he uses. He seemed so confident and experienced when he had caught you after you slightly stumbled in the bar when somebody had bumped into you. He had a mysterious aura about him that intrigued you- and when he had leaned down and connected your lips, you found yourself on cloud nine. The car drive to his apartment had been short, but the make out session in his car had not been. You had the feeling that he was holding back at some point, only touching you so soft and tenderly, so you had simply pulled eagerly on his hair, receiving an approving groan and then he had proceeded things to the bedroom, showing a slightly rougher side- and damn, you're certain that this night will never leave your mind.
"Oh." You only manage to response, your heart suddenly racing in your chest at the implication that you might be disrupting him. Your hands curl into fists as you stop playing with his arm. "I uhm... I'll get dressed and then I'll get out of your hair."
Your attempt at standing up is very short lived though, as his arms refuse to let you go and instead press you closer against his body.
"Do you want to stay and keep me company for a while, y/n?" He sounds so sincere and soft that you wish you could see his expression right now. It almost feels as if you were lovers in each other's arms with the way he's holding you and talking sweetly- a stark contrast to the way he just fucked you, but the duality makes your heart flutter even more.
"Just for tonight?" You know that your voice sounds desperate and clingy, but you can’t' help but to have the urge to want to see him again.
"I'll enjoy your company as long as you want to stay. Not only limited to tonight." His clarification brings a smile to your lips, and you suddenly feel even more safe and home in his arms, certain that this is just the beginning.
"I'll stay."
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I was rewatching s2 last night, and ohhh man mk looks over mei so much it's not even funny. times mei has been ignored:
maybe you need to really listen! (during the blindfold ep)
mk just? grabs stuff she's using out of her hands all the time? (video game ep)
maybe you shouldn't skip the tutorials? (video game ep again)
the way he addresses her in dumpling destruction and then immediately pushes her aside for tang
i honestly remember it lowkey kinda bothering me on first watch but now it's REALLY egregious on rewatch. are you scared? I'm so scared. do you WANT to end up like shadowpeach MK
2x03 is so rude because the whole fucking episode they're like "MK you don't listen" and it's so true. He doesn't. Pigsy literally points it out again at the end of 4x14 with the whole sun screen bit:
Pigsy: "Tch, don't bother, I've been telling him that for years but he LITERALLY never listens."
Sun Wukong: "Yep! That's how we role."
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THEY'RE SO FUCKING RUDE. "That's how we role." We. We????? Wukong and MK???? Like WHATEVER. FINE. (("I told you going against the Jade Emperor was a bad idea, but no. Wukong doesn't listen to ANYONE! He just does whatever he wants" Like shut up. Shut up!))
MK gets so stuck in his own head ("You're all stuck up in your own head! None of this is your fault!" +1 to the MK ignoring Mei counter from 4x08) and I think that really contributes to his s2 scramble to get more powerful.
LIKE:
MK: "Stop? Now? Never! I just have to try harder. It's just like the Monkey King said! *laughs manically* I just need to get stronger!"
(2x06 Game On)
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MK: "Why didn't he just stop, right here? He was already so much stronger than anyone ever needed to be!"
Macaque: "Wukong didn't think so, he always felt he had to be stronger—more immortal."
(4x11 A Lifetime of Mistakes)
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(Bonus thing between eps 2x03 and 2x06, look at 0:42 in this video for MK hearing Mei but not listening to her. Because of course that's what he would do. *head in my hands .png*)
The terrible s2 choices both Wukong and MK make in relation to their friends is just absolutely delicious after 4x11. Like, OH. This has been a lifelong pattern of Wukong's—paranoia is one of his fatal flaws (paired with his terrible communication and self-sacrificial nature), and while he had the power to stop LBD before he still feel's the need to go after the Samadhi Fire to stop her now, and to protect MK.
Hold on look at this parallel that I don't know what to do with:
MK: "Ugh, I can't do it!"
Mei: "It's alright MK—you did it before, you'll do it again!"
Sandy: "Yeah! Maybe it's like Monkey King said: the power will come when you need it most!"
(3x04 The Winning Side)
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MK: "What! But you said the Samadhi fire was the only thing that could stop her!"
Sun Wukong: "I KNOW WHAT I SAID! But I've beaten her before I'll- I'll do it again! Mei was right—I need to stop dragging you into my fights, all of you."
(3x10 The Samadhi Fire)
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Wukong and MK's reach for power inspires a lot of fear in me! It does! Because, well, MK's current reach for power is going to lead him to his Monkey Form, and uh:
Like I'm scared. I'm scared!
"All doomed to play a role in tearing this world apart!" ; "This is Azure's utopia, and this barren wasteland is the price he paid to build it." ; "I'd do anything for my friends! But at the cost of the world?" "I'm sorry pal, ain't NOTHIN' worth that price!"
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