#small town diner

[nowheresville-dakota]

[razgriz438]

you're going to a shitty small town diner. you've never been here before. they have no specials, just your regular diner fare. it's 8pm. what are you getting? (I would like the full order, drinks included)

Club sandwich and a lemonade!

[draconym]

Years ago my friends and I went to see Rocky Horror Picture Show at a community theater out in the middle of nowhere. After the show we stopped at an empty little diner to get pancakes, still dressed up in our shitty hot topic fishnets and thigh high plastic boots. Toward the end of the night, just before she gave us the check, our elderly waitress touched me on the shoulder and said "the cook back there thinks you're the most beautiful girl he's ever seen" and I looked over toward the kitchen door to see a terrified young man duck down from where he was peeking out of the round window. Not a day goes by that I don't think of that interaction.

[archivegeo]

painted this still life mostly referencing a photo by @tk.somewhere to get some texture and reflection/refraction practice. disclosure I used chrome effect to make half of the metal BUT I fixed it okay

[degenderates]

Rhonda's Emerald Diner (Hubbard, OH)

[sunshinepixels]

small town diner wip

[fieriframes]

[I'M IN A SMALL TOWN CALLED GRTIXMZEJEJEEJE]

[dclanisms]

kingman / golden valley az

canon powershot 730

[pamietniko]

Summit Pancake House

Snoqualmie, Washington

[ssometimessunny]

small town, solitude, wet pavement and bare trees. flickering store signs, cigarette butts and coffee from the lady at the diner. Towns like these were nobody comes in, and nobody comes out, it’s like they’re frozen in time

[meepmorpborp]

Home is were the wolf is 🌙🐺

Little werewolf town idea that I’ve been working on

[inthedarknessofnight]

Bartender Eddie this, bartender Eddie that… No. Give me Eddie Munson working at a small town diner. It’s a random morning, the middle of the week, 6.30 am, and the place hasn’t even opened yet.

Eddie sees a silhouette sitting in one of the booths against the backdrop of fogged up glass, rain pitter-pattering softly against the diner windows on a gloomy morning. He contemplates turning on the lights and telling the guy to scram, but he finds himself captivated by the moment. Coffee pot in hand, Eddie just stands there, staring at what he thinks has to be the most beautiful side profile he’s ever seen.

Steve Harrington is fairly certain crying in a dingy little diner on a Wednesday morning has to be a new low, even for him. Up until the moment he got the call that his grandmother, the only remaining relative that actually gave a shit about him, had died, Steve thought he’d never set foot in this town again. Now, all Steve’s got left are all of his grandmother’s worldly possessions, an empty house, and a gaping hole in his chest.

“Hey.”

Steve feels a low, barely audible voice pulling him out of the endless cycle of thoughts. He turns his head towards the window, and gives his eyes a quick wipe with the sleeve of his sweater. The last thing he needs is to stoop even lower by crying in front of some random guy.

“Hey,” he croaks, looking back at the figure obscured by the shadows of the dimly lit room.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to pry, but are you okay?”

The man’s tone is surprisingly tender. It almost makes Steve break all over again. He chances a look at the guy’s face, finding a pair of dark eyes that seem to be twinkling despite the low diner light staring back at him. Big mistake.

“Yeah, umm… Yeah. Sorry,” is all he manages to get out.

“Hey, no worries. You’re all good,” the man quickly reassures him, offering a soft smile.

“Umm,” Steve sniffles, letting out an airy laugh, “you guys sure like to keep it dark in here, huh?” He tries to lighten the mood, if only to make the interaction slightly less awkward.

“Well, umm,” the guy shuffles awkwardly on his feet, “that’s because we’re technically not open yet. Technically.” He gives Steve an apologetic look, his hand flying up to grip at back of his head.

“Oh… Oh! Shit! Shit, I am so sorry,” Steve stars feeling for his jacket crumpled on the bench next to him. “It’s just that the sign on the door said ‘open’, I assumed…”

He stars getting up when he feels a warm hand land on his shoulder, pushing him back down. He lets it happen. Steve isn’t sure whether it’s the man’s firm, yet tender touch pinning him down, or the way he’s looking at him. Like he could hold all of Steve’s pain in the palm of his hand.

“Please. Stay,” he says, removing his hand from Steve’s shoulder, and covering Steve’s hand braced against the top of the table instead. “It’s my fault anyways. No one usually comes in this early, so I always flip the sign when I get here first thing in the morning. The regulars already know the drill, but, umm… you’re clearly not one,” he lets his eyes roam over Steve, his gaze filled with something Steve can’t quite pinpoint. It draws him in all the same. “So don’t worry that pretty head of yours too much. Okay?”

“Okay.” Steve lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

“Okay.”

The man smiles at him and the entire diner fills with light.

[the-colors-of-tokyo]

Preparing for Lunch

Small Town Tokyo: Midorigaoka

[thefutilevisions]

going somewhere but never really knowing where

[cultofcreatures]

t̶̮͗͘w̸͕̉i̸̘͛̇ś̶̻̜t̵͙͠į̶̭͐n̸̬̹͗̆g̸̣͙̀͛ ̶̰̀d̵̗̑͝í̷̗m̴͍͚̒̀e̸̪̓n̴̪͙͝s̶̱͆̿i̸̯͐o̷̱͠n̷̘̞̽̍s̷͚̅

[laurelroadpoetry]

Fall time in Wisconsin.