#Mary’s diner

[banishedchildofeve]

Virgin Mary Barbie doll from Argentina

[rob604designs]

Marys Veggie Burger with tatertots (from Marys on Davie Street 🏳️‍🌈🍔), Vancouver BC

-Rob604

[strangergraphics]

diner themed dividers:

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[cinemagal]

Trivia for Death Proof (2007)

[newwavesylviaplath]

[reallyunluckyrunaway]

[fernpellerin]

I’m a week late + the perspective is way off but…the ice cream splatfest was so fun! :-) Did my best for team mint chocolate T_T!!!

[aesthetic--mood]

Ruby Lucas Aesthetic

[highflyartist]

CONCEPT COMIC TIME BITCHES!!! ( ft @endomentendo as Mary Ann and @/the_cheesiest_weirdo on Insta)

TIME - MAY/JUNE 1954

Location - The White Rabbit Diner in England.

[fieriframes]

[Like Marie's green chili chutney topped turkey in Albuquerque.]

[virtual-minotaur]

various doodles at various times in the story ^^

[femslashspuffy]

Pretty blonde women! 👱🏻‍♀️ This is your warning ⚠️ to stop 🚫 wearing flowing white dresses! 👰🏼‍♀️👗🤍That's just asking to be in a memory montage for some basic guy 🧍🏼‍♂️ that is sooooo sad you're dead. 😵 Please 🙏 blonde women 👯‍♀️stay safe out there!

[spatialwave]

how do you think limoreau would say i love you for the first time? who would say it first?

omg… i need to write this one 🥹❤️

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saying i love you was a phrase unknown to jordan li. they’d never said it in a romantic aspect before because it was easier to say you’re not in love than know you are and get your heart broken.

emotions sucked and heartbreaks sucked even more. they were above that.

it was a simple rule to abide by — don’t say it. don’t say it unless you absolutely know it to be true.

jordan silently understood that they would never find the chance of saying it, that they would live their life pursuing career goals and making it to the top. the seven didn’t seem like they had time for love.

who ever had time for love?

that was until marie moreau showed her face at god u.

it began at their very first meeting, hip-hop music blaring in their ears when a figure moved their way as they tried to power through some last-minute work for brink. “go away. go away. go the fuck away.” they repeated in their head in hopes that maybe that super could read minds and realize how horrendously busy they were.

unfortunately, big brown eyes peered up as a headphone popped out, ready to shoo off whoever the hell thought now was a good time to bother either them or brink.

a goddamn freshman. of course.

a narrowed gaze settled on marie moreau and only after a few seconds they felt all the oxygen leave their lungs. a beautiful sight. a beautiful woman. their heart fluttered and for the first time they had figured out what people meant by love at first sight.

it made jordan sick to their stomach.

they immediately convinced themselves that their feelings were solely attraction-based and far, far from anything close to love. it wasn’t illegal to appreciate someone’s beauty.

even when marie left in a huff after her short introduction to brink, they had an odd feeling about her and little did they know what lingering effect she would leave.

for the next several days they stayed up until the early hours of the morning tossing and turning in their bed as they thought about how kind she was to them when she introduced herself. the little compliment she spoke that made their heart thump hard against their ribs until it hurt.

jordan fed on praise from anything and anyone, but never had they felt so physically ill because of kind words. what was it with marie moreau?

she was all they thought about.

even when she managed to anger them more than they assumed was physically possible, jordan still had a soft spot hidden away for her.

time continued. feelings were shared. kisses healed past frustrations.

life never felt so full than with marie moreau.

“i don’t know why i was expecting a magical moment to happen,” marie spoke as she sat up straight, her lips letting go of red and white straw that sunk into a chocolate milkshake, “it’s just chocolate and ice cream blended together, not any better than i remember.”

the two of them sat in a diner, themed to be like the 60s, but it fell short with modern details and tacky indoor neon lighting. marie had said it like it was, it felt like a fever dream, but it was one of jordan’s favourites places, almost like a guilty pleasure. nostalgia for an era they’d never experienced — and likely never existed.

“you don’t like it?” jordan asked, eyes widening as they tucked back some of their shoulder-length hair behind an ear. that same hand fell to their necklace, fingers toying with the pearls that hung over the collar of their black long-sleeve. “you’re the one who dragged me here practically begging me for a milkshake.” their voice was full of amusement as they prodded for marie’s answer.

“says the one who wouldn’t shut up about this specific sixties diner and their amazing milkshakes for the past two weeks. you’re the one who subliminally planted the seed in my head.” marie smiled in return, resting her chin on her hand as she admired jordan’s features from across the booth. her attention flickered to the neon lights that seemed so out of place amongst the elvis and marilyn monroe decor, “this place is so weird, jordan.” she let out a breathy laugh.

��come on, babe. you’re telling me that you’ve never wanted to go to a diner that’s cyberpunk themed?” jordan’s eyes sparkled as they questioned with a smirk, reaching forward and pulling the milkshake so they could take a sip from the same straw, “this is, like, every person’s dream restaurant.”

“you do know that neon signs are meant to be used outside of businesses to attract customers, right? it’s not cyberpunk themed just because there are neon lights in the shapes of palm trees and flamingoes over every table.” her voice was full of playful exasperation as she grinned and reached back for the milkshake and pulled it away from jordan’s hands. she took a sip, letting out a soft sigh of content at the sweet and rich flavour, “you always take me to the strangest places.” she noted softly.

maybe it was the way she sighed in delight at the milkshake she tried to admit was boring. the way she hated the diner so much that it would make someone’s old-school-loving grandparents angry. the way she looked underneath the headache-inducing neon lighting so hues of pink and green lit up her face. or maybe it was the way she looked at jordan with those big, brown eyes — just as full of life as they were the first time jordan saw them.

it was a culmination of everything that made up marie moreau that had jordan blurting out words that they promised to always tread carefully with.

“god, i love you.” jordan’s breathy voice was just above a whisper, cheeks a bright red and eyes widenening when they realized what they’d said. “fuck. i mean—“ they stuttered as they tried to backtrack, blinking several times.

the words fell much-too easily from their lips. marie noticed that.

she tilted her head as she watched jordan’s internal battle from their admission of love, biting away a giddy smile of her own. she stayed silent and watched jordan for a few seconds, silently gathering their thoughts in a panic, but never once taking back those words.

“i love you too.” she said, her words clear and certain, waiting to see if they would comfort her partner’s worry.

jordan paused after taking several seconds to process her returned sentiment. their breath caught in their throat and their lips cracked into a small smile. the world slowed, allowing time for them to take a deep breath and slide their hand across the table to take marie’s into their own, craving the physical comfort.

“are you sure?” they asked quietly, struggling with feeling vulnerable and afraid. as if heartbreak was in the horizon, waiting to strike with a vice grip.

“more than i’d care to admit,” marie teased as she gave jordan’s hand a squeeze and placed another straw into the milkshake so they could both take a sip together.

[justanamartins]

4 day: diner

[newwavesylviaplath]

[mayoiayasep]

I hope ibuki is the biggest american stereotype ever it’d be so funny. He needs his burger and rock and roll disc

get that guy his burger stat‼️‼️‼️