I really hope mcr5 gets released with no previous warning just like foundations. Imagine how fucking funny it would be to wake up and look at your phone to see the album you've waited 10 fucking years for just randomly dropped
Now we finally got confirmation that the show is just giving Percy knowledge because of ✨✨ Plot✨✨ thus making him seem super fucking smart.
In the book, Percy arrives at the very logical conclusion that the "betrayed by one who calls you friend" line in the prophecy referred to Ares, who pretended to be his ally. This was still a bit iffy to him, but it made sense. And it was LOGICAL! I liked that a lot! Percy had no way of figuring out it meant Luke.
But in the show he just... Figures it out. How? Fuck you for asking, that's how!
Can you imagine Gale during his isolation? An entire year, an entire year with little more than the shadows swelling in the corner of your library and the growing thoughts pressing hard against the cage of your skull. Gale with his Molotov of emotions, his bouts of extreme sorrow, bone-crushing hopelessness, the anger, the bitterness, the acceptance of a guilt he has no business accepting. Imagine how he suffered before he found out how to temper the teeth and hunger of the orb in his chest. Did he suffer? Did the rot spiral to a frightening degree? What he thought when he felt the skin of his arm break, spot the drip of blood that poured not red but purple, a shade of purple so steep and dark that it paled night and voids and whole penumbras. How he felt as Tara turned her eyes on him, her composure riled, ruptured just a touch with a worry she tries so very hard not to show around Mr. Dekarios. How he felt getting letters from acquaintances, not friends, that dwindled and dwindled as the months passed on with no response from Gale of Waterdeep, famed archmage and lover of Mystra herself. How he lost so much of his magic. How he felt spurned from the goddess he looked up to for nearly all his life, how he felt when the Weave, when the spells he spent so long learning and perfecting were torn from him, swallowed by this sucking bomb in his bones.
How alone. How quiet. How Tara would leave to find artefacts once they discovered the Weave inside them would balm and thwart his ticking doom by a whisper of time. How, in those days, he would sit there with books he's already read thrice over, his hair speckled with more grey, the beard he's been growing out scratching against his face. His lonely terrace. Mother's tone of increasing concern in her hand-written letters, piled together on Gale's desk with quaint twine, the broken seal of House Dekarios waxed in an indigo shade over the parchment. It smells of her. He misses home, and home has never felt so far.
I always loved kousano and yet for some reason it took me until today to realize that would be Yosano falling in love with Mori's right hand man. And the angst of finding out that would unleash.