Viserys III wasn't begging on street corners for coins. He got that nickname because he spent years wandering the Free Cities, living entirely off the hospitality of wealthy magisters who used him for clout.
By the time the show starts, he's broke and had to sell his mother's crown to survive. The arrogance is a defense mechanism. He barks orders like a prince because his royal identity is the only thing he has left, even while living off handouts from people like Illyrio.
I dated one of the dozens of writers on Dr. Who. We had an ugly break up. Ten years later, I see a new alien enemy whose character name is my last name.
i love movies as a storytelling medium bc you can just be like “you know what would make this scene even better? dreams by the cranberries.” you dont get that with a book
supernatural was amazing when religion was kind of just a big mystery. lots of “what if” without answers. they know holy water works and they know to carry around rosaries but they don’t know the big Why. felt much more human
the only threesome i ever had (that wasn't for work) was with this couple who obviously thought bringing in a third would save their relationship and they had a HUGE fight right in the middle of it and i just quietly got dressed and grabbed a diet coke from the fridge and left
"I have to steal the Declaration of Independence because there's a treasure map on the back" is objectively the best plot ever for a movie. We're not going to be able to top that.
She is the virgin-harlot. She is vulgar, witty, knowledgeable to a depth that terrifies, cruel when she is most kind, unthinking while she thinks, and when she seeks to build she is as destructive as a coriolis storm.