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newwavesylviaplath · 15 hours

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summer inspo: vintage americana <3

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thelostlisbonsister · 8 months

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a little church in southern alberta

via flickr.

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lolitalucia · 1 month

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donutboxers · 2 months

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The Metropolitan A Retro Diner for Oasis Springs

a fun little diner inspired by the 50s/60s and Cosmolux design that i wanted to make for Strangerville, but it ended up sticking out way too much so i moved it to Oasis springs. It didn't end up as big or neon as i originally wanted, and im not super happy with the parking lot/landscaping so i might make another one eventually

This can be found on the gallery by searching Retro Diner (or using the hashtag 50sDiner)by DonutBoxers, make sure to have custom content enabled in the gallery and turn on moveobjects on

unfortunately i don't know how to share tray files or include cc files in a download, so this is the list of cc i used. If i missed any let me know:

The Kitchen of Tomorrow by @surely-sims

Retro Diner Set by NICKNAME_sims4 on TSR

ZxTa-TS4-RetroDiner by @zx-ta

there is no pack limit but plenty of items can be easily replaced with base game, it uses these packs:

#sims4 #sims 4 build #sim 4 screenshots #showusyourbuilds #retro #retro aesthetic #50s aesthetic #retro diner #50s diner #tsr #tsr sims 4 #fallout #fallout new vegas #ts4 dine out

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cherricolaaa · 1 month

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"𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓃 ℐ ℊℯ𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒽ℴ𝓃ℯ𝓎...?"

𝒥𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒶 𝒸ℴ𝒻𝒻ℯℯ 𝓈𝓌ℯℯ𝓉𝓈

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williammarksommer · 1 year

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Area 51 Alien Center

Nevada

All The Time In The World

Hasselblad 500c/m

Kodak Ektar 100iso

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thefutilevisions · 7 months

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somewhere in nowhere

#southern aesthetic #southern gothic #american #american gothic #aesthetic #aesthetics #small town aesthetic #small town gothic #moody #small town vibes #atmosphere #nowhere #southwest #southwest gothic #50s diner #vintage

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murdrballad · 11 months

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#girlblogging #gaslight gatekeep girlblog #girl blogger #female hysteria #female manipulator #femcel #coquette #girl interrupted #gaslight gatekeep girlboss #girl blog #a cinderella story #americana #50s diner #mb

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americanroads · 1 year

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The Elizaville Diner on the eve of the midterm elections, 2022. I'm proud that my new photo book, “Lunch Poems,” is now available in a limited quantity at the bookstore at MoMA PS1. If you're in New York and you'd like to save on shipping, you can pick it up there! If you’re outside NYC, the link to purchase it online is here. We ship worldwide. Thanks for your support!

#diner #vintage diner #50s diner #jukebox #vintage style #photography #original photographers #photographers on tumblr #americana #leah frances #fujigfx50r #photobook

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bird-slayer-brainrot · 29 days

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A diner at the end of the universe - DW one shot

Before the fourth war of the Planets of the Tiberius Belt, and before the collapse of the Roplinsky empire, there had been a legend. And this legend was about a diner.

Henry had heard all the rumours. The travelling diner. The old, immortal diner that never seemed to host anyone. Henry knew everything. She knew that, once, the coffee had been really bad, but it was decent now. That if you played a song, the workers let you eat free of charge. That the diner had remained standing, undamaged, in the middle of a war, and when it had ended, they found a camp of refugees waiting for the war to be over.

Henry was eleven years old when she first went to the diner. She had begged and pleaded her Pa to take her since it had arrived. It had taken up residence far side of the park they used to go to play frisbee. Henry had fond memories of the park. The trees were tall, adorned with orange, auburn, ever-falling leaves. There was a story there, that an evil witch had cursed their planet with eternal autumn out of jealously for its brights suns and blue sky. It had meant to scare the children into modesty, but, as it was, young children found a different message in their dying world, that one day, there would be a spring so beautiful it would make the centuries of autumn worth every moment.

Nobody knew why the diner was there, or indeed when it had gotten there. Despite the mystery it was enshrouded in, the diner was rarely visited. This made Henry all the more determined to see it for herself.

When her father swung open the glass diner doors, Henry was immediately hit with a strange sense of familiarity.

Henry hadn’t expected there to be anyone in the diner, but the sight of the empty bar and red, leather seats still seemed strange. Tourists from other planets often frequented the old-Earth themed attractions.

Henry sat on the cool, hard leather and looked at the posters on the wall. Despite its lack of popularity, the diner seemed well kept and neat. The jukebox by the door, a colourful antique thing that probably shouldn’t still work played a soft guitar melody, before a male and female duet began.

The clacking of heels against tile caught her attention. She turned her head and a waitress was there. “Hello there.” the waitress chirped. Henry turned her head and watched as a broad smile graced the lady’s face. “My name is Me, and I will be your server in today. What can I get you?” Her father gave her a lurk, and Henry pointed to the pancakes on the menu. The waitress, giving her Pa a knowing smile, scribbled the order, along with a black coffee and a full English, into a small, discrete notepad.

“Won’t be a minute.” She smiled, before turning away and going to the kitchen.

“So.” Her dad said over a bite of black pudding and egg. “What do you think?”

And Henry smiled at him over half eaten pancakes. When they tried to settle the check, the waitress, Me, insisted it was on the house. They left the diner with their bellies and their hearts full.

Four years later, they came.

It had been on the local news every night for a week, and everyone was terrified, even if they never knew quite why. The diner stood, accompanied by a ship. They all waited to see what would happen.

People had started gathering outside of the diner to see. The crowds grew and grew, and eventually the authorities had gotten involved to crowd manage.

Henry went to the park one afternoon to see. Though it had been years since she had eaten there, she felt strangely protective over the place, like that morning with pancakes and orange juice and her Pa’s bitter coffee had lodged in her a desire to protect the place if she could, in the same way an injured bird attracted human salvation.

It was busier than usual, and it soon became apparent why. Though Henry could not have made her way through the crowds if she fought. She heard two ladies talking. The sign at the door had switched to closed.

The protest lasted four months. Every day, from morning to dusk people gathered at the edge of the park outside the strange, foreign diner to watch. Waiting, for motion, for the owner of the diner or the owner of the ship to act. Henry was there whenever she could be. Time wore on but the numbers didn’t dwindle.

And then, the next day, the mysterious spaceship had left. Some had said the police had gotten involved, and those who bought it said it was the Silence. But what everyone agreed on was that they were glad to be rid of it.

Then, months later, the diner was gone too. The grass patch where it once was looked unbothered. Like the diner, the strange, old diner, had never been there at all.

It was years later, on the planet Tiberius, when Henry saw the diner again. The new settlement, with its glossy, bright lights and translucent glass contrasted that old diner completely. Henry couldn’t believe it when she saw it. She hardly slept that night. She went the next day.

It was the same as it was before, unchanged. Henry stepped hesitantly through the front door. It was overwhelming, and the same sugary syrup smell of the air stopped her in her tracks.

A door swung open and Henry stared. The woman, black hair done in vintage roles, wearing the same blue waitress uniform smiled at her. Henry watched herself from afar as her legs took her to the booth that she had sat at all that time ago.

“Henry, wasn’t it?” the waitress asked. Her voice sounded the same. “You seem well.”

“Yes.” Henry nodded. Me, that’s what her name was, the namebadge was the same. “I’m well.”

Two cups of black coffee in mismatched mugs were poared. Henry clutched the warm ceramic but didn’t drink.

“You must have a lot of questions.” Me said, smirking. It felt impossible that she looked so relaxed. So young. Henry was barely twelve when she last saw her.

A voice sounded suddenly from behind the door, and Henry watched as Me turned her head and yelled something back. Suddenly, another waitress emerged. In one hand, she held a plate loaded with pacakes, whipped cream and syrup, and in the other, a jug or orange juice.

“Hello Henry.” She said, stopping aside Me. Henry looked down at the stack of pancakes in front of her. Unable to say a thing, she picked up a fork and took a bite.

They were exactly as she remembered.

“I’m sure you have a lot of questions.” The woman said softly, a small smile on her face. Across from her, Me made a noise.

“Let her eat first.” Me scolded gently. Henry watched as Me looked at the other woman fondly. The other woman, in turn, slipped beside Me, and quickly plucked a cherry off Henry’s plate. Before Henry could say anything, the woman laughed a, bright, kind sound, and twiddled the stem between her fingers. Me frowned at her without menace.

“You’ve been waiting for us.” It was then that Henry noticed her name badge. The name was also familiar. She had never met this woman in her life, but the inevitability in which this encounter felt steeped in was not at the back of Henry’s mind.

“Now.” She smiled at Henry. “Do you want to hear a story?”