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And now, for something completely different…
For Christmas, @missgeevious gifted myself and a mutual friend each a copy of Like Real People Do by E.L. Massey. It’s YA, but I’m sure I don’t need to tell you that a) YA is for everyone but also b) YA is healing for those of us who didn’t have stories showing diversity of any sort growing up.
Anyway. Before I was even halfway finished, I ordered the second book in the series.
A line in the second book had had a chokehold on me ever since and today I put words to GDoc.
There’s virtually no ‘fandom’ for this book, which is funny since its roots are in fandom. And its author is active both on here and AO3, which makes me nervous about stepping out of bounds.
But, here it is. Rated explicit. All characters are 18+ in canon.
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Book names + authors under the cut
Eli Rodriguez/Alex Price- Like Real People Do by E.L. Massey
Aled Last/Daniel Jun- Radio Silence by Alice Oseman
Richard St Vier/Alec Campion- Swordspoint by Ellen Kushner
Nick Nelson/Charlie Spring- Heartstopper by Alice Oseman
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lgbtqjockshowdown · 1 year
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LGBTQ Jock Showdown Round 2
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ifimabitch · 2 years
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It’s here it’s here it’s here!!!
Happy birthday to me from me
(@xiaq )
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bitesizebookreviews · 2 years
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Like Real People Do
Like Real People Do
E.L. Massey
NineStar Press
August 2022
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Alexander Price, the NHL’s youngest captain and Elijah Rodriguez, a figure skater-slash-food vlogger with seizure disorder certainly have an inauspicious first meeting when Price takes up the only accessible parking space at the ice rink. Alex feels bad and tries to make up for it by taking Eli out for lunch. From there, these two very different guys just barely out of their teen years form a strong friendship. But Eli, disabled and flamboyantly out of the closet for years, and Alex, who is well known for his abrasive and douchey behavior on and off the ice, seem awfully different. 
But when the internet gets wind of, and is delighted by, this unlikely friendship, Alex’s carefully sculpted public persona begins to crumble and eventually he realizes someone might be worth coming out of the closet for. 
The cast of characters are really what makes this book so special. From Alex with his hard exterior but soft-bro inside, to Eli who’s had a lot to deal with in his young life, to Alex’s best friend on his team who’s an outspoken LGBT ally and feminist, to the goofy and lovable Russian hockey player, to Eli’s solid best childhood friend, and of course Eli’s constant companion Hawk, a seizure detecting service dog, they’re all well developed. But really, it’s the friends to lovers storyline that brings this whole thing together. 
Like Real People Do is such a warm hug of a book. An LGBT-friendly love letter to hockey bros, people trying to better themselves, healthy communication and service dogs. 
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texaschainsawmascara · 3 months
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Rose McGowan as Cherry Darling in Planet Terror / Kim Petras’ Halloween costume
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cinematitlecards · 6 months
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"Grindhouse" (2007) Directed by Robert Rodriguez, Eli Roth, & Quentin Tarantino (Action/Horror/Thriller)
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rawafmovies · 6 months
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brokehorrorfan · 3 months
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Pentagram Peter Pan has Grindhouse apparel available through Sunday, February 4. The line includes T-shirts ($27), long sleeves ($34), all-over print tees ($50), sweatshirts ($41), hoodies ($45), and sweatpants ($47). They’ll ship in 4-8 weeks.
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The only way this battle royale is worth bumping Becky vs. Trish AND Rhea vs. Raquel is if LA Knight wins.
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spookytuesdaypod · 4 months
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which grindhouse trailer was your favorite?
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More Thoughts of Dog
This time, from the POV of Hawk in E.L. Massey's Breakaway series.
Rated General.
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littleoddwriter · 2 years
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I have a request for an Eli x Male reader where they're at Eli's and they have a play fight which turns into a make out session, just the fluffiest shit you can think of.
Playful | Eli Brooks (TGND) x Male!Reader
Hey there! Thanks for the request (and for clarifying in another ask which Eli you meant), I really hope you like this! :') I'm a bit unsure about the play fight because I didn't really know what that could look like, but I tried. Hope it's okay! ^^"
summary; See above.
notes; Male!Reader; Domestic Fluff; Play Fight; Kissing; Making Out; Short Fic.
At this point you spent most of your time at Eli’s place. His parents usually weren’t home, which gave you the freedom to do whatever you wanted. Often that just meant sitting on the couch in the living room and watching movies. Sometimes you listened to music and simply talked for hours on end. No matter what you were doing, though, you always enjoyed yourself, just because you were with Eli. 
Right now, the two of you sat on that very sofa again. You had just finished watching Shrek in preparation for the second one coming out soon.
To be fair, you should have expected what Eli did then. He poked your side, causing you to jump and swat his hand away. He always did that when there was a quiet moment between you two. So yeah, you should have definitely seen it coming. But it was your weak spot. It was very ticklish and so a single touch could make you flinch almost violently. He enjoyed that a little too much every time.
Laughing at your reaction, Eli poked you again. 
“Stop it, Eli!” you grumbled, slapping his hand away again before you held your middle protectively, trying to shield your sides from his index finger.
“Oh, come on! It’s fun,” he retorted with a huge grin on his face.
Glaring at him, you scoffed, “For you maybe.”
None of this was serious, though. Sure, you didn’t particularly like being poked like this, but it was Eli and so it was fine. He could do anything and you wouldn’t really mind. Besides you had fun bickering with him about it, so it paid off. Kind of at least.
“You’re worse than Donkey, you know?” you shot back when he tried to tell you that you were secretly having fun - and you did - and he poked you again.
Gasping, Eli looked scandalised, “Dude, shut up! I’m not! Take that back!”
Grinning, you leaned in and whispered, “Make me.”
Looking at you with wide eyes, Eli hesitated for a moment. This was still a new territory for you both after all.
But then he closed the distance between you and captured your lips in a fierce kiss. Immediately kissing him back, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him further in. 
Eli shifted around a little, brought his legs up and straddled your lap without once breaking the kiss.
“You’re stupid,” he panted, grinning before he dove back in to keep kissing you.
“Says you,” you murmured against his lips in a short moment where he let up a little. Both of you chuckled heartily.
At last, Eli slipped his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss significantly. You actually haven’t done that before, but it felt good. It felt right. 
Soon, though, you broke it off, turning your head to the side. He stopped immediately.
“You okay, man?” Eli asked, getting off of your lap and sitting back down beside you to give you some room. 
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just went a little further than usual and I just kinda- you know. Got overwhelmed,” you answered, still out of breath and feeling a little hazy.
“Me too,” Eli smiled shyly. You returned it, brushing your hand through his hair lovingly.
There was a comfortable silence between the two of you, then. Whatever had been pent up was released now and you were both at ease and simply enjoying the other one’s presence. 
“I hope you know that even if I don’t listen to you when you tell me to stop poking you, I would never-”
“Eli, shut up,” you interrupted him, knowing exactly what he was going to say, “I know that. And don’t worry, I was having fun. We were just playing after all. It’s okay.”
“Okay, good,” he breathed softly, cautiously taking your hand into his. “I just don’t wanna mess things up.”
“Babe, you’re not,” you assured him simply, leaning in to kiss his cheek. 
The moment you were just having was ruined when the phone rang and Eli’s parents announced that they would be back soon. 
In a rush, you both cleaned up the mess you had created and went up to his room, where you would have to pretend to be just friends, rather than boyfriends. But that was okay. It wouldn’t be for much longer. Once you could - and would - both move out, none of it mattered anymore.
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lgbtqjockshowdown · 1 year
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LGBTQ Jock Showdown Round 1C
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TROUBLE WITH THE CARVE
Opening this week:
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Thanksgiving--Slasher movies of the '70s and early '80s were often holiday-themed. Black Christmas, Halloween, My Bloody Valentine, Silent Night, Deadly Night, New Year's Evil and April Fool's Day are all examples, while Friday the 13th and Happy Birthday to Me, while not strictly about holidays, are still tied to special dates and the convenient unity of time they provide. But Thanksgiving was somehow the major holiday the genre seemed to miss.
There actually were a couple of little-remembered attempts--Home Sweet Home in 1981 and Blood Rage in 1987. But neither seemed to count, perhaps because they didn't use the holiday in the title, or perhaps because they didn't sufficiently exploit the gruesome possibilities offered by the day's rituals. Whatever else may be said about it, the newly-made but self-consciously old-school slasher picture Thanksgiving works hard to include every classic Turkey Day trope.
A shoppers' riot and stampede at a store that shouldn't be open on Thanksgiving leads to bedlam and grisly death in a small Massachusetts town. "One Year Later"--as a subtitle traditionally informs us--a figure in the mask and garb of a Pilgrim skulks around exacting vengeance on those deemed responsible for the disaster. Everything eventually converges in a ghastly sit-down dinner.
The film traces its inception back to 2007, when two movies, the Robert Rodriguez shocker Planet Terror and Quentin Tarantino's stunt thriller Death Proof, were released as a double feature under the joint title Grindhouse. In and around the two features, the show included several "fake trailers" for fictitious grindhouse-style movies. Two of these have already wagged the dog as the basis for real features, Machete (2010) and Hobo With a Shotgun (2011); Thanksgiving marks the third.
Directed by Eli Roth, the Thanksgiving trailer in Grindhouse captured the nastiest, most low-rent atmosphere of a vintage gore movie, complete with scratched, faded footage, some really sleazo shocks, and the smarmy, glottal tones of the narrator (Roth himself?). You could almost believe it wasn't a put-on.
The new feature, directed by Roth from a script by Jeff Rendell, doesn't try for this level of faux-authenticity. The setting is contemporary, the budget clearly comfortable, and cell phones and social media figure prominently in the plot. But the movie still has a nice old-fashioned pace and structure and flavor, and the nostalgia of this is much of what makes it unsavory fun.
I'll admit that in recent years I've largely lost my stomach for slasher flicks. Moreover, I thought Roth's 2002 debut feature Cabin Fever was an interesting misfire at best, and I took a pass on his 2005 torture flick Hostel. But he strikes an affectionate tone here, and he employs techniques that distance us from compassion for the victims. Most simply and effectively, he makes many of them, especially the early ones, deeply and amusingly unsympathetic.
The cast is livened up by some veterans, like Patrick Dempsey, Rick Hoffman and Gina Gershon, and the "final girl" (Nell Verlaque) has a lovely presence, and unlike so many heroines back in the day, she fights back, resourcefully and successfully. It was also great to see Lynne Griffin, the first victim from 1974's Black Christmas--and the Hamlet figure in the Bob and Doug McKenzie movie Strange Brew--in a bit here.
Most notably, the film keeps it light. As with two other movies from earlier this year, Cocaine Bear and Renfield, Thanksgiving goes in for extreme, over-the-top splatter effects, and they aren't scary, nor do they seem meant to be. They aren't even all that gross. There's no visceral substance to them; the bodies of the victims go to pieces like gingerbread men, and the effect, seemingly deliberate, is cartoonish slapstick. We're about as likely to take their suffering seriously as that of Wile E. Coyote.
Maybe it's how entertainment like this works best: as a sort of anarchic Punch and Judy show, using humans instead of puppets. Like Thanksgiving dinner, it wouldn't be healthy to consume this sort of thing every day, but about once a year, it can hit the spot.
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floorman3 · 6 months
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Thanksgiving Review- Roth Creates A Feast For the Eyes If Your A Horror Fan, But Not Much Else
The Grindhouse was a  double feature film that came out back in 2007. The pair of films Death Proof and Planet Terror was directed by Quentin Tarantino and Robert Rodriguez.  Between the two films for trailers for other films that weren’t actual films until Machete came out and now another one is coming out this holiday season called Thanksgiving. There won’t be any leftovers this Thanksgiving. …
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