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On a frigid winter night, a man wearing two coats shuffles into a brightly lit brick restaurant in downtown Madrid. Staff greet him warmly; he’s been here many times. The maître d’ stamps his ID card, and the hungry man selects a table with a red tablecloth, under a big brass chandelier.

The man, Luis Gallardo, is homeless — and so are all the diners, every night, at the city’s Robin Hood restaurant. Its mission is to charge the rich and feed the poor. Paying customers at breakfast and lunch foot the bill for the restaurant to serve dinner to homeless people, free of charge.

It’s become Spain’s most sought-after lunch reservation. The restaurant has poached staff from luxury hotels. Celebrity chefs are lining up to cook once a week. For paying clients, the lunch is fully booked through the end of March.

The restaurant opened in early December, and is run by an 80-year-old Catholic priest, Ángel García Rodriguez, whom everyone knows simply as “Padre Ángel.”

Spain’s ‘Robin Hood Restaurant’ Charges The Rich And Feeds The Poor

Photos: Pablo Blazquez Dominguez/Getty Images

Never Have I Ever - A.I

Originally posted by inspiring-blog

Somebody stop me.  I shouldn’t be allowed to do this anymore. Also, I don’t like how this ends so I’m sorry for that…this also goes from 0-100 really quick

Warning: Spanking, choking, daddy kink

“Never have I ever choked someone or been choked,” Michael said watching as two of his four friends took a shot of tequila, Michael not surprised at all that y/n had, but was very surprised when Luke was the one joining her for the shot. They were seated in Ashton’s hotel room that he was sharing with y/n on her two week stay with the boys during their break.“Jesus christ, Luke.”

“What?” the youngest of the group asked laughing as he high fived y/n, neither holding shame in their eyes. “I wasn’t the one into it. I just aim to please.”

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Spain's 'Robin Hood Restaurant' Charges The Rich And Feeds The Poor
As the country reels from its financial crisis, a new restaurant, run by a Catholic priest, lets paying daytime customers foot the dinner bill for homeless people to dine with dignity — and style.

Have some uplifiting news for a change :D

Paying customers at breakfast and lunch foot the bill for the restaurant to serve dinner to homeless people, free of charge.

It’s become Spain’s most sought-after lunch reservation. The restaurant has poached staff from luxury hotels. Celebrity chefs are lining up to cook once a week. For paying clients, the lunch is fully booked through the end of March.

Can you imagine how awesome a tumblr city would be? 

Like, there would be the hipster district and the fandom district and smaller districts inside. In the fandom district, we would cosplay or wear fan merch everyday. The bars would put tv shows instead of sport, we would have big movie theaters at every corner with a marathon each week and a special hotel for when stars come to visit. Gringotts would be our bank and we’d use the Hogwarts Express to move from one district to another. We would paint or ships on the walls and display fanarts in the streets. Movie soundtracks would be use in lifts, waiting rooms, etc. 

There would be the superwholock district in the center, the biggest one, a bit strange but once you’re in, you can’t leave. It’d be full of demons and angels stuff, blue police boxes and people would call themselves ‘hight functioning sociopaths’.

There would be the HP district with the Hogwarts castle in the middle were people would live and works. Hogsmeade and Diagon alley to do some shopping. People would wear their houses colors and bring their wands with them every where.  

The Percy Jackson fandom would be near the lake. They’d live in two different camps, the Greek one and the Roman one. There would be fights from time to time between the two but nothing really serious. They would pray the greeks and romans gods.

The DC fandom and the Marvel one would be in the part of the city were the buildings are the highest. People would often wear masks and superhero costumes. It would probably be the part of the city were  crimes are the rarest due to the amount of heroes, even though some people worship vilains.

The Hunger Games fandom would organise a game (not as cruel as the real ones) every year. Sometimes, some people from the Dauntless faction (Divergent fandom) would try to sneak in. 

We would have a National Day, the Tumblr Day, with huge parties etc.There wouldn’t be any discrimination or sexism, we would respect the environnement and every one would be welcomed as long as they stay nice.

And anyway, that’s my dream.   

The twice-stolen pen

Dad is a principal at a school, and has been for a long time.

It’s a relatively small government high school of about 300 students so anyone wanting to enroll has a pretty good chance of actually speaking to the principal instead of one of the admin staff.

One day some lady arrives and expresses an interest in enrolling her son. Principal Dad is speaking with her, gets her some forms to fill out, even offers her his special pen. The pen is a nice stainless steel job that was given to every member of the executive staff on the school’s 25th anniversary. It even says “[school name] Celebrating 25 years 1978-2003” on the side.

Anyway, lady and her son fill out the paperwork and go on their way, at which point Dad realises his pen has also left. Clearly the pen wasn’t a gift; it was obviously more expensive than a plastic hotel pen.

Fast forward to the next week when the lady arrives to drop her son off for his first day at the school. Principal Dad waits for Mrs Pen Thief and gives her the Emergency Contact Form to fill out. Normally this is given to the kid to fill out but Dad was hoping to see the pen again.

Sure enough, this silly lady forgets where she stole the pen from and out comes the 25th Anniversary Pen to fill out the form. The form completed, she puts the pen back in her handbag and hands the form back.

“And now I just need to sign it here” says Principal Dad, patting down his pockets as if looking for a pen. Instinctively Mrs Pen Thief reaches into her handbag and offers him The Pen. “Thanks” he said as he signs on the bottom of the form (which was just a ruse, he didn’t need to sign anything) and puts the pen back in his own shirt pocket right in front of her.

Mrs Pen Thief looks confused, opens her mouth, realises what has happened, and quickly closes her mouth again. She mumbles a thanks and scurries out the door.

I believe he still has the pen to this day.


The Trek Out

The Berg Lake Trail, Mt. Robson Provincial Park, Canada

After waking up and seeing Emperor Falls, we now had to climb down what we just climbed up…so there was another 10 miles ahead of me. I was sore and tired from the 10 miles the day before but I was higher in spirit because the rain had cleared up and I had made it up the 4 mile 2,000 ft elevation gain hill.

We took our time going back and decided to skip our camping spot that night and get a hotel room to sleep in a bed for the first time in a week and to take some much needed hot showers. At the first rest stop/ campground we came to, we made breakfast and talk with some fellow backpackers on their way out to berg lake. I conversated with an older gentleman and I am bummed I cannot remember his name. He told me about his trek to the Everest Base Camp in Nepal and just how hard it was. I was so excited to hear about his trip because this is something I have always wanted to do. I was in awe, he told me how two people in his group were not conditioned well enough and had to be helicoptered out. He made me excited and made me even dream more of trekking to Everest. In return for our conversation he gave us each a laminated tag with a four leaf clover in it that said “Berg Lake Trail 2016″, a tag that his whole team was carrying, for good luck. A little moments for meeting fascinating people out on the Berg Lake Trail!

On the way out we noticed a marathon was beginning. We had trail runners flying past us head out toward Berg Lake and we were able to cheer them on. What amazed me is that the trail runners that were in first place beat us out of the trail! I was amazed they did what took us two days in about 5 hours. Oh man they looked weathered by the end of the run though. When we got to the car I don’t think my feet have ever been so happy to not carry me and a 20lb backpack anymore.

Although we had a bear container for our food and bear spray (good things to have in this part of the world)…we saw no bears :(……once we drove away, leaving the Berg Lake Trail behind, we immediately stopped for food and had ourselves a victory meal!

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