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Loving you is second nature
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It's luck, more than anything, that sees Buck stumbling out of the building mere seconds before it gives one final shudder and caves in on itself. His oxygen is almost out, his mask is cracked from a piece of falling debris, and there's a cut on his forehead that's dripping blood down his face.
None of that seems to matter when Eddie crashes into him so forcefully that he almost knocks Buck off his feet.
(Or, five times Eddie tells Buck he loves him, and the one time he says it with words.)
Title from Stranger by Riley Roth.
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i. there's nobody in this world I trust with my son, more than you.
Buck's body aches in too many ways to count. His shoulder is banged up, his leg is hurting like a bitch, and for a while he didn't think that cut on his arm would ever stop bleeding. But it's none of those things that are causing him the most pain. No, nothing physical could ever cause as much damage as the way his heart feels like it's splitting open.
He'd failed. And that wasn't a new feeling for Buck, not with parents like his who saw everything as a failure regardless of how hard he tried. But this - this time it was different. Because Eddie had trusted him with Christopher, his son, the most precious thing in the entire world to him. Eddie had handed Chris over to him, trusting that Buck would keep him safe, and what had Buck done? He'd lost him.
It doesn't matter that he's safe now, that Christopher was - miraculously - completely unharmed. It doesn't matter that the woman who'd kept him safe when Buck couldn't had told Eddie 'he was looking for his Buck.' The only thing that matters is Buck losing him, Buck putting him in danger, Buck failing.
Always, always, always Buck failing.
Eddie and Chris were family to Buck, were everything he'd always wanted but never even dreamed he could have. And he doesn't have them, not really - at least, not in all the ways he wants them. But still, they were something. A blended, mis-matched almost-family that felt more like home than anything Buck had ever known. Until now.
Because Christopher could have died and it would have been entirely Buck's fault, and he knows beyond any shadow of a doubt that Eddie will never forgive him for this.
Buck knows he's just lost the best thing that's ever happened to him.
He wants to pick up the phone and call Eddie. He wants to pick up his car keys and drive over, pound on their door until Eddie has no choice but to let him in - to hear him out. But Buck doesn't, because he knows he doesn't deserve a second chance at this. It had taken everything for Eddie to trust Buck with his son and Buck had wanted so much to be worthy of that, but he'd still found a way to fuck it up.
He feels sick to his stomach, and it's only half because of the amount of sea water he'd swallowed.
It's just - the guilt is eating him up, and the longer he has to wait to hear from Eddie, the worse it gets. They haven't spoken since Buck told him he'd lost Christopher, haven't interacted since that nod Eddie gave him as he carried Chris away to get checked over. He hasn't even gotten a text.
And it's not that Buck thinks he deserves one, it's just - the not knowing is killing him. He'd rather Eddie show up, all guns blazing, and scream at him until he's blue in the face, than deal with this: the silence. Buck doesn't know what to do with silence, it makes his skin feel itchy and too tight for his body - it makes the buzzing in his head grow so loud that he wants to claw at his brain to make it stop.
He wants Eddie to tell him everything is going to be okay. He also knows that isn't going to happen.
But then Buck blinks and Chris and Eddie are right in front of him, in his apartment like today is just a normal day - like yesterday hadn't been one of the worst days of all of their lives. And Christopher hugs like him like he always does, and Eddie begins rattling off all the things Buck needs to know, and Buck feels like he's skipped a couple of episodes of his favourite show.
And Eddie is, god, he's joking. He's teasing Buck like something hasn't just shifted between them, like Buck hasn't caused irreparable damage to the very fabric of their relationship. It feels like he's got whiplash, like he can't make sense of everything that's going on around him. Because surely Eddie can't mean this, but-
"A natural disaster happened, Buck," Eddie says.
"I lost him, Eddie," Buck explains, like maybe Eddie had overlooked that minor detail.
"You saved him," Eddie insists. "That's how he remembers it."
Christopher is sitting on his couch, playing like he has done so many times before. He doesn't look scared, or like he doesn't want to be here, or like he feels unsafe around Buck. He just looks like Christopher, his - Eddie's, their - Christopher. Buck can't quite believe this is happening.
But then he looks to Eddie, and he doesn't seem mad at all. If anything, he seems concerned for Buck. He's looking at him with those big, brown eyes and god, there's still so much trust there, like not a single thing has changed between them.
"I love him enough to never stop trying," Eddie tells him. "And I know you do too."
Buck almost thinks he's imagining this, that it's a hallucination brought on by sleep deprivation or some kind of psychosis, because it's the only option that makes any sense. But then Eddie is saying his name, and his hand is resting on Buck's shoulder, and his thumb is pressed ever-so-gently into the hollow of Buck's throat.
"There's nobody in this world I trust with my son, more than you."
Almost as soon as the words leave Eddie's mouth, something inside of Buck shifts. That part of him that felt missing at the thought of losing Eddie and Chris clicks back into place, and Buck can finally breathe again. It feels like his whole body is sighing in relief as the tension bleeds from his bones and seeps into the rug beneath his feet.
He's not lost them. They're still - not his, exactly. But not gone, either. And sometimes it aches, loving Eddie so fiercely that it steals his breath. But Buck will happily love him silence if it means he gets to hold onto this for a little longer.
ii. i've got your back.
Quiet shifts put Buck on edge because he knows exactly what they mean, and it's never anything good. Despite her name Los Angeles is no city of angels, and she's certainly never peaceful for long. On days like these, when the heat is sticky, and heavy, and oppressive, something always boils over eventually.
This time, it's a five alarm. A paper mill has gone up in flames, and with the contents of it being, well, paper, the thing had spread like a damn wildfire. Way too fast for anyone to get control of it, and too fast for some of the employees to make their way out. Buck knows before they even arrive on scene that it's going to be a shit show. These are the kind of incidents you have to mentally prepare for, because they're the kind where they usually lose people.
Bobby is in the front of the truck and sharing information with them as he receives it, but it's the lulls between the talking that are difficult. Buck works best when he's in the thick of it - when he's moving, doing something, helping somehow. But the journeys there, when adrenaline is coursing through his veins with absolutely no outlet, they make him antsy.
He's picking at the skin next to his thumbnail just for something to focus on, and he doesn't realise he's bouncing his leg until a hand reaches out to stop him. It's Eddie's - big and warm as it spreads over his thigh and squeezes, just enough to stop Buck from jiggling it up and down. The weight of it - the feel of Eddie touching him - is grounding, and Buck takes a breath.
"Sorry," he says.
It's not that he's nervous, exactly. He's been doing this for long enough that nerves don't affect him quite like they used to. It's just that this part makes him feel so useless, and he's not in control until he's out there doing something.
"You good?" Eddie asks.
He knows Buck well enough by now, knows the weird ways that his brain works and the things that make him tick. He's not worried, not yet at least. He's just checking in, making sure Buck doesn't get too lost in his head before they get there. Buck appreciates it, and he shows Eddie by knocking their knees together briefly.
It's organised chaos by the time they arrive. They building is almost entirely engulfed and there are least four other fire houses already on the scene, trying to get a handle on the situation.
It's not the worst they've ever faced, but it's not pretty either. The smoke is billowing in thick, black tendrils, making every breath taste like Eddie's attempts at cooking. There's a part of the parking lot already sectioned off for the walking wounded, and another part for the more critically injured, which is where Bobby instantly sends Hen and Chim.
They're quickly approached by the captain in charge, a woman who looks barely older than Buck but like she could put just about anyone in their place. Bobby shakes her hand, then they listen and await her instructions.
"I'm Captain Wells," she introduces herself.
"Captain Nash," Bobby says. "And this is Diaz and Buckley. We're from the 118."
"Where do you need us?" Eddie asks.
It's moments like these when Buck can really picture Eddie as a soldier on the frontline. Most of the time, when they're home - at Eddie's, Buck reminds himself - with Christopher, and Eddie is soft, and funny, and warm, Buck can't imagine it. But now, when Eddie is the calm in the midst a hurricane, ever-ready to follow orders, Buck can really see it.
It's still strange, sometimes - that Buck can know so much about Eddie, but so little about the life he had before LA and the 118. He knows the basics, of course: Shannon, his parents, Afghanistan. But there are times when it feels like there's so much of Eddie that Buck doesn't know, and it's not that he feels entitled to those pieces of Eddie - it's just that he'd like to see them someday, he'd like to know them. He's certain he'd love those parts as much as he loves the rest of him.
"We have three employees trapped in an office in north-east corner of the building," Captain Wells explains. "Think you boys can handle that?"
"You got it," Buck says at the exact same time that Eddie answers, "We're on it."
They gear up side by side, and the routine is so familiar by now that it settles the crackling inside of Buck. It's just habit, when Buck reaches out to check the integrity of Eddie's mask, and the gauge on his oxygen tank. Eddie grins at him and does the same, giving Buck a once over to make sure he's safe, secure, and ready to go.
Buck isn't sure when they started that - when each other's safety became tantamount to their own, but somewhere along the line it happened, and now Buck can't watch Eddie run into a burning building without first checking his gear for him. Just in case. It's ridiculous, maybe, and Hen and Chim absolutely make fun of them for it, but it settles Buck's nerves, and he's sure it does the same thing for Eddie.
They're ready in under two minutes, and when Bobby and Wells give them the go ahead they make their way towards the eastern entry point. The smoke is already worse than when they arrived, and the inferno is burning so hot that they can feel the heat radiating from it when they get within fifteen feet of the building.
Eddie's hand on Buck's chest stops him in his path, and when Eddie removes his hand he turns it into a fist for Buck to bump his own against. Buck taps his gloved knuckles against Eddie's and smiles.
"I've got your back," Eddie tells him.
"I've got yours," Buck promises, then they head into the eye of the hurricane.
iii. be careful.
Buck knows a time existed before Eddie, obviously. It's just - he can't quite remember what it felt like. Eddie meant so much to him, so quickly, that all the bad stuff that came before knowing him kind of faded into the background.
Their lives are so inextricably tangled together that it's sometimes hard to tell where one of them ends and the other one begins. Buck's fridge is covered in Christopher's drawings and there's a toy chest overflowing in his living room. Eddie's closet is littered with items of Buck's clothing and his fridge now has actual, fresh vegetables in it.
It's intense, sometimes. It's hard not to look at their lives and see things that aren't there, to hope Eddie's eyes linger when Buck is fresh out of the shower, or to wish that Eddie's hand on the back of his neck means more than it does. It won't, of course, because Eddie doesn't want Buck in that way and that will always be okay - what they already have will always be enough - but that doesn't stop it from hurting a little, from time to time.
What Buck means to say is that he's got comfortable having Eddie around, in and out of work. And when Eddie gets shot all of that changes.
For one, Buck moves in with them. It's on a temporary basis, of course, just until Eddie is healed enough to be able manage everything on his own again. He'd tried to insist that he was fine, he could handle things, but when Buck pointed out that Eddie could barely bend down to tie his shoelaces, well. The point is, Buck moves in.
He takes the first week that Eddie is home off work. Eddie pretends to get frustrated with Buck never leaving his side, but Buck isn't stupid - he sees the way Eddie's mouth curls into the tiniest hint of a smile when they're winding each other up.
"For the love of god, go home," Eddie begs for the umpteenth time in a single morning.
Buck smiles sarcastically at him. "No can do, you're stuck with me."
He hands Eddie a glass of water and the handful of pills he has to take. Eddie's brows furrow the tiniest bit but not enough for him to really be mad, and he swallows the pills without any argument. Plus, in about fifteen minutes when the pain meds kick in, Buck knows he'll be dealing with a much more pleasant version of his best friend.
"I'm changing the locks," Eddie tells him.
"That's fine, Chris will let me in," Buck retorts, and Eddie groans and scrunches his eyes closed because he knows he's right.
"I'll move back to Texas."
Buck outright laughs then. It's not even the first time Eddie has threatened that today, he's just cranky and in pain, and he hates having to rely on anyone for help. Buck gets it, doesn't mean he's going anywhere though.
"No you won't, you love me too much," Buck teases, a shit-eating grin on his face.
Eddie opens on eye and says, "Get out of my house," but Buck sees the way Eddie's mouth quirks, trying to fight off a smile.
It's all fun and games, really. But eventually Buck has to go back to work, and he has to go back without Eddie by his side.
It's not like they always work together, sometimes Bobby likes to change things up at little and swap the partnerships around, but most of the time they're together; it's just how they work best. It feels weird for Buck, knowing that he's going to work and Eddie won't be there to have his back. He trusts the rest of their crew with his life - there's no doubt about that - but he and Eddie have that bond with each other, the one that means words are rarely necessary because they always know what the other is thinking.
It's fine, obviously, Buck is a big boy. But bad things do have a habit of happening when they split up, and he's worried about working without Eddie, and he's worried about leaving him alone. He's worried all the time, really, since a bullet tore through Eddie's flesh and Buck could taste his blood in his mouth.
His one consolation is that Eddie seems to be happy he no longer needs a babysitter 24/7, and that he's getting some space from Buck.
But then, as Buck is hitching his work bag up onto his shoulder, scanning the room for things he might have forgotten, and patting his pockets to make sure he's got his phone and keys, Eddie stops him.
"Buck," he says.
"I know, I know," Buck laughs. "I'm going."
He turns to head out the door, but Eddie's voice stops him again. "No, Buck, I-"
He stops mid sentence, like maybe he's not sure what to say, or if he should say it. Buck can easily tell that there's something niggling at him, and he's seconds away from calling Bobby and telling him he can't make it today when he Eddie sighs, rubbing his hands over his face and through his hair.
"Just, be careful, yeah?" Eddie's voice is as shy as Buck has ever heard it, and that alone would be enough to make Buck breathless.
"Yeah," he promises. "Yeah, I'll be careful, Eds."
iv. text me when you get home.
It's coming to the end of one of those perfect days, right where summer slips into autumn and the temperature is still hot, but no longer unbearable. Buck, Eddie, and Chris had the spent the morning at the aquarium, and then they'd met up with the rest of their odd little family for a barbecue at Athena and Bobby's place.
Buck's sitting in folding chair with a glass of lemonade, watching over everyone. It's days like these that sometimes catch Buck off guard. They sneak up on him slowly and make Buck sit back for a moment and just appreciate his life, and how far he's come, and all the things he never thought he'd get to have.
He has a family who loves him unconditionally and without reservation, he has his sister - who's happy, and healthy, and with someone who loves her almost as much as he does. He has his adorable niece, and parental figures in Bobby and Athena, and the greatest friends he could ask for.
He has Eddie, too. And Christopher. They fit into their own category, though he's not sure what he'd call it if he had to give it a name. They're his family, and his friends, and somehow even more than that. They're home to Buck, the place where he feels most himself. And he's always known that this won't be forever, that he won't always get to keep them like this, but he'll cherish every second of it, for as long as he's allowed it.
"Buck, look!" Christopher says excitedly, and Buck instantly looks to where Chris is pointing.
It's Jee-Yun, wobbling across the grass completely unaided. She's only been walking for a few days, and Maddie has sent him a dozen videos already but it's the first time he's got to see it in person. He marvels at it, knows he's grinning like an idiot but he can't force himself to stop. He loves her so much it's like his body can't hold all of it inside of him - it's the same way he feels every time he looks at Christopher.
"Wow, how cool is that," he says, equally as excited as Chris sounded.
"She's getting too big," Chris whines, and Buck laughs because he knows exactly how he feels. It's like every time he blinks they've both grown an inch, learned something new, need Buck a little less. But it's the sweetest thing in the world, how much Chris dotes on Jee. He'd make the perfect big brother one day.
"How is she walking already?" Eddie asks, and Buck turns to see Eddie standing behind him.
"Don't even," Buck says. "I swear she was only born last week."
Eddie laughs, and he's standing so close Buck can feel the vibrations from it on the back of his head. He leans back ever so slightly, letting his head fall against Eddie's stomach, and when Eddie rests a hand on his shoulder, Buck doesn't pull away. It feels like his bones turn to jelly, having Eddie so close, touching him so readily. He simultaneously wants to pull away, and never wants this moment to end.
"Time flies," Eddie agrees. "One minute they're babies, the next thing you know they have a crush on the new kid."
"Don't go there," Buck groans.
Chris had come home last week with hearts in his eyes and a flush on his cheeks, insisting he was in love. Alex, the new student in Christopher's class, is smart, and funny, and they make Chris's heart beat really fast whenever they're close by. They moved here from Colorado, their favourite colour is yellow, and they like space and science just like Chris does.
Buck doesn't want to talk about it, actually. His baby is growing up far too fast for his liking.
Eddie laughs again, just as Buck lets out a yawn and half-covers his mouth with the hand that's holding his glass of lemonade.
"You good?" Eddie asks, peering down at Buck.
Buck looks up at him and nods, his head brushing against Eddie's stomach. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired."
He'd pulled a double yesterday to cover for Chavez, then woken up after four hours sleep to meet Eddie and Christopher for the aquarium. He's had an amazing day with all of his favourite people, but it's starting to catch up to him now. There's nothing he wants more than to crawl into bed and sleep for the next ten to twelve hours.
It's in moments like these, when Buck is sleepy and his guard is down, that he lets himself think about how it would feel to climb into bed with Eddie. To fall asleep next to him, and wake up and see his face the next day.
Eddie squeezes his shoulder and snaps him back to reality.
"I'm gonna head home," Buck says around another yawn.
"Do you need a ride?" Eddie offers, but Buck shakes his head.
"No, you stay and enjoy yourself."
He says his goodbyes to everyone else. He hugs Bobby and Athena tightly, kisses Maddie, Jee, and Hen on the cheek, scoops Chris into his arms and ruffles his hair, then waves goodbye to the rest. He's halfway out the back gate when a hand on his wrist stops him.
"Text me when you get home?" Eddie asks.
"Yeah," Buck says. "Yeah, will do."
He makes it home pretty quickly considering LA traffic is always a nightmare. There are dishes and laundry that need to be dealt with, but Buck ignores all of it in favour of crawling under the covers. He shoots off a I'm home safe and sound text to Eddie, then Buck is asleep before his head even hits the pillow.
v. don't ever scare me like that again.
It's fucking madness from the offset. They don't have an accurate number of how many people are still inside, or where they could be located, and no one has answers to any of the questions that they ask. How did the fire start? Where? Are there any chemicals inside the building? Anything explosive or combustible? No one knows a damn thing.
They go in blind, essentially.
Buck is on Eddie's tail but the smoke is so thick that he can barely see five feet in front of him, and when a noise turns his head for no more than a second or two, well. That's enough to lose sight of Eddie completely. He tries to catch up to him, but there are so many corridors, twists and turns, rooms that Eddie could have gone into, that the attempt is futile.
Once upon a time Buck would have just carried on, but things are different now. He's got Christopher to think about, the will. The promise that he made to Eddie to always fight to make it back for Chris. He's not a dad, not really, except for all the ways that he is, in everything but name. And he's not going to be reckless and risk leaving his - his Christopher behind.
So he reaches down for his radio to explain the situation and wait for Bobby's orders. Except when he tries, nothing is working. His battery can't be dead because he replaced it just this afternoon, so something must be faulty or broken. Either way, he's royally screwed. He can't contact anyone, he doesn't know where Eddie is, and he lost his way trying to find him.
He's not panicking, exactly. Not yet, at least. But it's a close thing, and he has to take a moment that he really can't afford to waste, to stop and think about what he's going to do next. He could try and retrace his steps, but that might make him even more lost, and he could try to make it to a window but there's no guarantee anyone would see him, or get to him on time.
He doesn't know what to do.
"Eddie!" He calls out, even though he knows it's useless. "Eddie!"
He's met by nothing other than the roar of the fire, the crackle of the floorboards beneath his feet as they start to become unstable, the pounding of his own heartbeat in his ears. He takes a breath, and another one, and tries to stay calm.
His best - only, a voice in the back of his mind tells him - option is to go back the way he thinks he came. He might get even more lost, but at this point there's nothing more he could lose. He's already fucked, he may as well at least try and make it out, it's not like he could make it any worse.
So he goes back the way he thinks they came in, and tries not to think too much about Eddie all alone in this, or what he'll do now that he's realised Buck is missing. Instead Buck thinks only about putting one foot in front of the other.
He's been a firefighter for long enough now that he knows the signs. He can hear it in the creaking of the building, in the cacophony of the fire and the the things it's quickly destroying: this building is coming down, and soon. If he had to guess, Buck would say he has minutes left before the whole thing collapses on top of him, beneath him, all a-fucking-round him.
Bobby is probably ordering them to evacuate, if he hasn't already. That means no help is coming - Buck has to figure this out on his own or he's going to die in here.
Eddie is grasping at him, arms tight around his shoulders. Then he pulls back, his hands brushing up and down his arms, and neck, and tilting Buck's head from side to side as Eddie assesses the cut on his head. His lower lip is bitten raw and his hands are trembling where they touch Buck, and Eddie is refusing to meet his eye.
"I'm okay," Buck whispers, then, louder, "Eddie, I'm okay."
Eddie finally looks him in the eye, and when he does all of his remaining resolve shatters into pieces. He cries out, pulls Buck close to him again, buries his face in the space between Buck's neck and his shoulder.
"Jesus, Buck. Fuck. Don't ever scare me like that again, do you hear me?" Eddie pleads. "You can't do that. You can't do that to me."
He's repeating himself, rambling on and on as his hands still roam over Buck's body like he's checking to make sure he's really in one piece. Buck just holds him back, whispers I'm sorry over and over again.
+i. i love you.
They're in Eddie's living room, of all places. Christopher is sleeping just down the hallway, and they've had enough beers to be loose-tongued but not drunk. They're blowing off some steam after the close call the other day, and it's easy and carefree like it often is when it's just the two of them.
Buck says something self-deprecating and Eddie rolls his eyes, tells him to shut up.
Buck laughs. "I'm only saying that-" he begins, but Eddie cuts him off.
Everything kind of just - stills. It's like the whole world stops spinning, like nothing else could possibly be going on in this moment other than this. Like nothing is more important than the two of them.
"What?" Buck asks, voice barely even a whisper.
Eddie smiles as easy as he always does for Buck. "I said I love you," he repeats.
Buck swallows. "Yeah, that's what I thought you said," he murmurs in complete disbelief.
Eddie laughs and shrugs his shoulders, takes another swig of beer like this is no big deal. Like he hasn't just handed Buck everything he's ever wanted with the same ease as giving someone a pat on the back. Buck feels like maybe he's missed something, because he's not sure how they got here but Eddie is acting like it's the most natural, obvious thing in the world.
"It's not like you didn't know," Eddie says, and-
Oh. That's something.
"I think I'd know if I, y'know, knew," Buck tells him, sounding every bit as complicated as this whole situation feels.
Eddie frowns then, puts his beer down on the coffee table and rubs his hands over his thighs. Buck tries very hard not to get distracted from the task at hand.
"What?" It's Eddie's turn to ask.
"I definitely didn't know, uh, that."
Then it's like the gravity of the moment finally dawns on Eddie, because his whole body goes still and his eyes widen almost comically. That's more of an appropriate reaction to this, Buck thinks.
"I thought - I thought you did," Eddie says, almost in disbelief. "I thought, surely you must have figured it out by now."
"You never said anything."
He definitely, definitely hadn't. Buck would have known. He would have noticed if the god damn love of his life had confessed his love before - that would have been kind of fucking difficult to miss.
Shit, Buck can't breathe. His hands are sweating and his heart is beating too fast, and he wants to kiss Eddie, and he wants to run. He wants to cry, and laugh, and figure out what exactly is happening right now, because he still doesn't know.
Eddie laughs. "Buck, I've been telling you how much I love you for years. I guess you just didn't know what to listen for."
Buck stops to think about it, about them, and their life together, and all the moments that they've shared. And - and maybe Eddie is right. Maybe the be careful's and the I'm here if you need anything's and the call me when you get home's were all Eddie's way of telling Buck that he loved him. And the way he'd clung to Buck after that close call, the way his hands had lingered and he'd hovered as Hen checked him over. Maybe all of those little moments were actually really fucking big.
And maybe Buck didn't hear it, didn't see because he's never had that before - he's never had the quiet, gentle, consistent kind of love that oozes out of Eddie. But he has it now, and he has Eddie, too. Maybe. He thinks.
"You maybe wanna say something?" Eddie asks, and he looks nervous like Buck has never seen him before.
It dawns on Buck then, that Eddie is genuinely worried Buck doesn't feel the same. As if, in any universe, there could exist a version of Buck that isn't love with with Eddie Diaz. It's incomprehensible.
"Eddie," Buck sighs. "I love you, too. Of course I do."
He didn't know, either. Buck can see it written all over his face that Eddie had no idea, and that simply won't do. He can't let Eddie spend another second thinking Buck isn't overwhelmingly, impossibly in love with him.
So he leans forward and closes the distance between them, lets his mouth hover over Eddie's for only a second before he's finally, finally kissing him. Kissing him deep and desperate, soft and sweet, like he has a point to make, something to prove. And he does - he has to show Eddie how entirely he loves him, has to make him feel it with every press of their lips and touch of their bodies.
"I always have," Buck whispers. "Always have."
Eddie laughs breathlessly, like he can't quite believe what he's hearing, and Buck knows exactly how he feels. All of this feels so impossible, so unbelievable. But it's not, and they're here now. They love each other, and they get to spend the rest of their lives making sure they always hear it.
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Many of us operating systems researchers, going back at least to the US DoD's famous 1983 Orange Book, have been saying that a secure/safe system needs to keep its trusted computing base (TCB) as small as possible. For system of significant complexity, this argues for a design where components are protected in their own address spaces by an underlying operating system (OS). This OS is inherently part of the TCB, and such should itself be kept as small as possible, i.e. based on a microkernel, which comprises only some 10,000 lines of code. Which is why I have spent about a quarter century on improving microkernels, culminating in seL4, and getting them into real-world use.
Monolithic vs microkernel-based OS structure.
It is intuitive (although not universally accepted) that a microkernel-based system has security and safety advantages over a large, monolithic OS, such as Linux, Windows or macOS, with their million-lines-of-code kernels. Surprisingly, we lacked quantitative evidence backing this intuition, beyond extrapolating defect density statistics to the huge TCBs of monolithic OSes.
Together with two undergraduate students, I performed an analysis of Linux vulnerabilities listed as critical in the Common Vulnerabilities and Exposures (CVE) database. A vulnerability is tagged critical if it I easy to exploit and leads to full system compromise, including full access to sensitive data and full control over the system.
For each of those documented vulnerabilities we analysed how it would be affected if the attack were performed against a feature-compatible, componentised OS, based on the seL4 microkernel, that minimised the TCB. In other words, an application running on this OS should only be dependent on a minimum of services required to do its job, and no others.
We assume that the application requires network services (and thus depend on the network stack and a NIC driver), persistent storage (file system and a storage device driver) and console I/O. Any OS services not needed by the app should not be able to impact its confidentiality (C), integrity (I) and availability (A). For example, an attack on a USB device should not impact our app. Such a minimal TCB architecture is exactly what microkernels are designed to support.
33 (29%) were eliminated simply by implementing the OS as a componentised system on top of a microkernel! These are attacks against functionality Linux implements in the kernel, while a microkernel-based OS implements them as separate processes. Examples are file systems and device drivers. If a Linux USB device driver is compromised, the attacker gains control over the whole system, because the driver runs with kernel privileges. In a well-designed microkernel-based system, only the driver process is compromised, but since our application does not require USB, it remains completely unaffected.
A further 12 exploits (11%) are eliminated if the underlying microkernel is formally verified (proved correct), as we did with seL4. These are exploits against functionality, such as page-table management, that must be in the kernel, even if it's a microkernel. A microkernel could be affected by such an attack, but in a verified kernel, such as seL4, the flaws which these attacks target are ruled out by the mathematical proofs.
Taken together, we see that 45 (40%) of the exploits would be completely eliminated by an OS designed based on seL4!
Another 19 (17%) of exploits are strongly mitigated, i.e. reduced to a relatively harmless level, only affecting the availability of the system, i.e. the ability of the application to make progress. These are attacks where a required component, such as NIC driver or network stack, is compromised, and as a result compromising the whole Linux system, while on the microkernel it might lead to the network service crashing (and becoming unavailable) without being able to compromise any data. So, in total, 57% of attacks are either completely eliminated or reduced to low severity!
43 exploits (38%) are weakly mitigated with a microkernel design, still posing a serious security threat but no longer qualifying as "critical". Most of these were attacks that manage to control the GPU, implying the ability to manipulate the frame buffer. This could be used to trick the human user into entering sensitive information that could be captured by the attacker.
Only 5 compromises (4%) were not affected by OS structure. These are attacks that can compromise the system even before the OS assumes control, eg. by compromising the boot loader or re-flashing the firmware, even seL4 cannot defend against attacks that happen before it is running.
Effect of (verified) microkernel-based design on critical Linux exploits.
So you might ask, if verification prevents compromise (as in seL4), why don't we verify all operating systems, in particular Linux? The answer is that this is not feasible. The original verification of seL4 cost about 12 person years, with many further person years invested since. While this tiny compared to the tens of billions of dollars worth of developer time that were invested in Linux, it is about a factor 2–3 more than it would cost to develop a similar system using traditional quality assurance (as done for Linux). Furthermore, verification effort grows quadratically with the size of the code base. Verifying Linux is completely out of the question.
The conclusion seems inevitable: The monolithic OS design model, used by Linux, Windows, macOS, is fundamentally and irreparably broken from the security standpoint. Security is only achievable with a (verified) microkernel design. Furthermore, using systems like Linux in security- or safety-critical applications is at best grossly negligent and must be considered professional malpractice. It must stop.


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When it came time to pay for college, However, he had the same two choices many of his friends had; sell drugs or join the Army. Understanding that nobody retires from the Drug Game and believing that retiring to the streets would be a poor way to repay his parents for the sacrifices they made while raising him, J. Clemonts, Jr. enlisted in the United States Army at the age of 17. The life he has led since then has allowed him to leave the hood, climb out of poverty, and thrive as a black man in society.
J. Clemonts, Jr. truly believes that he and his family is blessed.
The Clemonts Family Foundation Inc., believes that by investing in the neighborhoods and communities where they lives, these communities will also be blessed. "Reach back and pull someone ahead" is the motto by which he created the CFF, a nonprofit foundation that focus on scholastic achievements, cultural awareness, and community investment, and portraying a positive image of the black and brown communities. We are strong, We are intelligent, We are talented, and when we come together, there is nothing that we cannot do.
Since 2016, The Clemonts Family Foundation have supported our community members in a variety of ways and measuring our success not by monetary size, but by more qualitative measurements such as the scale and effectiveness of our efforts.
In keeping with the Foundation Mission and Vision Statements The Joseph Clemonts Senior Scholarship for Continuing Education and The Joseph Clemonts Junior Scholarship for Turning Tragedy into Triumph are two funded scholarships that will pay $1,500 toward your tuition to the college or university you attend.
These scholarships aim to benefit the underprivileged, minority and economically disadvantage.
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Greenville High School Seniors that will be attending an accredited college or university.
The Clemonts Family Foundation, Inc. is a 501(c)(3) nonprofit organization that provides opportunities for community investment in the areas where members of the family live and work. Our focus is to invest in our communities in the form of promoting scholastic achievements and community outreach services, cultural awareness and investment. These opportunities provide the underprivileged and the economically disadvantaged opportunities to succeed and thrive so they can help others in the community to succeed and thrive.
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The Clemonts Family Foundation is achieving more with our initiatives than ever before. We work on many exciting projects to help improve the lives of others, and we are very proud of the progress we continue to make. Learn more about what we do, who we help, and how we work every day to promote positive change.
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With our organization's mission always in mind, we strive to find new strategies for dealing with these challenges. Donation and volunteering are somethings that we take very seriously, and our foundation is working each and every day to make a positive impact.
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The Clemonts Family Foundation is dedicated to stepping up our efforts in addressing this issue. Wellbeing is at the forefront of what we're working together toward. Our programs and activities are designed to be a catalyst that helps communities reach their goals and fulfill their potential.
With this initiative, our goal is to promote great opportunities for those in need. With access to the right resources, people can become empowered by their own abilities and gain the confidence to fulfill their potential.
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Falcon Families please join me in welcoming the Clemonts Family Foundation as one of our newest community partnerships. Mr. J. Clemonts is the foundation president and their foundation theme is "Reach back and pull someone ahead".
We all think CFF, Inc. for partnering this school year with Nicholas Orem Middle School.
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Week 9 wasn't what I thought it would be. I honestly should just quit! My locks sucked, they all were busts. Only player to do their job was Antonio Gates at my bargain pick. Hopefully I can bounce back with a HUGE week to make up for my lack of making the right picks in the prior weeks.
David Johnson ($8,400) – While putting together your line up this week, make sure he is your RB1. Johnson is going to have a huge game against the 49ers run defense. I see a huge game for Johnson this week, I mean HUGE! Cardinals should roll, and so should Johnson.
Mike Evans ($9,000) – Mike Evans is on fire right now! I mean just lighting it up. The Bears pass defense is nothing to write home about, and Evans should have a big game. I know his salary is high, but it's worth it with this guy.
Marcus Mariota ($5,700) – Mariota has been looking really good the last few weeks and I like him this week against that Packers defense. They looked rough against the Colts, and I see Mariota at this price as a lock, and should get 20 plus points for sure.
Todd Gurley – Gurley will be on my list for the rest of the year until he wakes up. Do not start this guy. The Jets front line is pretty solid, so I don't see the big 100 yard 1 TD game coming this week. What a waste of a pick I made in one of my leagues with this guy.
Christine Michael – Another RB that is going in my BUST category. I just don't see him having a big game against the Pats defense. I actually don't see much out of the Seahawks offense this week at all.
Dez Bryant – Well Dez you screwed me last week against a great match up for you. I would say the Steelers defense is a favorable matchup as well, but I just don't see it this week. I think Dallas finally has a hiccup this weekend and Dez will have another bust game.
Lance Kendricks ($3,000) – Kendricks has had around 21 targets in the last two weeks. The numbers show he is a main target in a Rams offense that hasn't been firing on a cylinder at all that much this season. But this week I see Kendricks getting targets and a TD this week. He should put up enough points that make him a really good bargain pick. Good luck!


So far it looks like we are going to have one of those banner years with regards to the Gulf Island Chinook fishery. Over the past week the action has remained very good, and has actually been better on average than it was early in May. Even yesterday (June 3rd) in sloppy conditions and with whales passing just outside us twice during the day we had 15 Chinook hit! On a couple days last week we had some extremely hot bites over a period of an hour or two where I'd start to think there was something wrong with my gear if we went 10 or 15 minutes without hooking a decent fish.
The fish are still being located in good numbers offshore in deep water, but now they are also on the structure of Thrasher Rock and close to shore along Gabriola from the Grande to Whalebone Bay. While these fish are continually moving through towards the Fraser and other rivers down in Puget Sound, reports from further West in Georgia St. indicate that there are large numbers of Chinook all the way up past Comox. This just means that we have a continual replenishment of new fish fish will that will continuing down towards Gabriola Island and Thrasher Rock for at least the next two weeks. All we need to hope for are calm seas so we can make the crossings.
On the Vancouver side of Georgia St. there are some options for those who do not wish to do longer trips to the Gulf Islands or on those days when the winds are too great. Defence Islands has been producing some very nice fish lately (I got a 29.5 lb up there on May 28th), and Salmon Rock/Gower Point has been popping out some nice fish in the past week. Indications are that there are good numbers of Chinook being caught further up the sunshine Coast all the way to Powell River, so hopefully that means we will see good numbers of those fish arriving off the Camp Byng/Gower Point area through mid-June as we have seen in past years.
There have also been lots of early Coho already going up the Capilano River and quite a few getting caught off Gabriola, so my fingers are crossed that we will see a strong West Vancouver Coho fishery this summer once the water levels in the Capilano River drop (likely not until July).


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'American Idol' Winner Caleb Johnson on Being Meat Loaf, Touring with KISS, and Hanging out Backstage with Queen and Adam Lambert
May 3, 2019 | Michele Amabile | News
When Caleb Johnson was crowned the winner American Idol for its 13th season in 2014, he lived out a rock and roll dream joining KISS for the finale.
A few years later, he went out on the road to open for the band, and joined several tours with legends like Cheap Trick, Sammy Hagar, and the Trans-Siberian Orchestra.
On the show, viewers compared the long-haired Asheville, North Carolina native to powerhouse vocalist Meat Loaf, and it was inevitable that one day the two would collaborate.
Meat Loaf to Appear at Bergen PAC
This month, Johnson will be at the Bergen Performing Arts Center with the Neverland Express for "Meat Loaf Presents BAT The Music of Meat Loaf."
The show will be extra special, because Meat Loaf will actually be in attendance at the event to meet fans and tell stories prior to the show: a rare event.
1071 The Boss mid-day host Michele Amabile checked in with Johnson to talk about the show (hardest to sing? "All of them," he says), his cameo this past week on the Queen documentary, "The Show Must Go On: The Queen + Adam Lambert Story" (he was backstage in Las Vegas–and you can see him in the mirror and witness what he calls "Idol comaraderie" between himself and Lambert), and his new album, "Born on Southern Ground," due June 14.
Plus–how does he feel about the current season of American Idol?
"Meat Loaf Presents: BAT: The Music of Meat Loaf" will be at the Bergen Performing Arts Center in Englewood, May 15. Tickets on sale now. Fans who purchase tickets before May 8 will be entered to win a meet and greet.
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Before Abbi Met Ilana, The 'Broad City' Star Really Was An Aspiring Illustrator
Katherine Brooks
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03/31/2015 09:12am EDT | Updated December 6, 2017
Detail of an image by Abbi Jacobson.
Abbi Abrams, the yin to Ilana Wexler's yang, is one half of the fictional duo that sits at the center of Comedy Central's breakout show, "Broad City."
Fans know her as an aspiring artist whose day job consists largely of cleaning up "unprecedented" pube situations at a fitness center called Soulstice. Abbi fits some of the stereotypes one might associate with a struggling creative -- her first "gallery" piece ends up being nothing more than an interior design element at a new sandwich joint, one of the only corporate clients eager to buy her work turns out to be deliriously racist, and when she attempts to sell her work on the streets of New York City she's greeted by a string of expletives only the coldest of Manhattan hearts can understand.
However, stereotypical Abbi is not. At least, not entirely. For, you see, Abbi Jacobson, the actor/writer/maker of stuff who birthed the character, is also an artist.
We stumbled upon this fact quite serendipitously -- Jacobson was once an artist for AOL, The Huffington Post's parent company. Yes, her art can be found on the floors of our NYC building, on some employees' business cards, and on this seemingly ancient AOL website. But you need not be staff to know the riches of Jacobson's illustration feats. You can learn a lot about the real Abbi's career as a visual artist in the archives of Internet past.
For example, there is this interview with AOL, in which Jacobson gives us the details of her ideal job: "To be able to make a living with my artwork while I pursue other passions and mediums would be envious. To have my comedy fueled by my illustrations and the other way around is a life I strive to live everyday."
Then there's her tumblr, embellished with a title that reads simply, "hello you." Scroll back several months and Jacobson talks the positives of art school. "I learned how to see things at MICA [Maryland Institute College of Art], how to express myself in any medium, how to improvise. I learned how to talk about art and my feelings about art and the world... I couldn't recommend a better place to spend 4 years of your life growing and changing and making things."
Want to know the history of "Famous Favorites," the illustration series that makes more than a few cameo appearances on "Broad City?" There's a tumblr for that too. Because timestamps are creepily exact, we can all pretend we were cognizant of the fact that, on Friday, July 13, 2012, Jacobson posted her first favorite -- an illustration of a Fizzy Lizzy bottle, jokingly cited as Alec Baldwin's choice beverage.
But enough cyber stalking. We actually reached out to the comedienne to see if we could ask her a few questions about the ups and downs of trying to make it in the art world. And to our surprise, she said yes! She's a busy lady, so we settled for an email exchange. Below is a short but particularly sweet conversation with Abbi Jacobson:
First off, how many times have we seen your illustration work in "Broad City?" I count three (Abbi's first "gallery" show, the racist dating commercial and the "Famous Favorites" in the Kirk Steele episode.) Am I close?
The hamburger drawing in the "gallery" show in ep. 104 was actually a Famous Favorite to begin with -- Sarah Jessica Parker I think. But I took the name out to be just the burger. The racist dating commercial actually isn't one of my drawings. It's very close to a drawing I did for AOL -- just that it's a group of people. It's inspired by that drawing, but our art dept. had someone else do that drawing and animation.
There's a few more scattered throughout the show; a famous favorite (Denzel Washington) on my character's fridge, and a lot of my artwork I did in college all over the apartment. There's a map above the sofa and another in the bedroom, along with a lot of other little drawings I gave the art dept. to scatter around the desk.
Is "Famous Favorites" an ongoing series? I imagine "Broad City" is more than a full-time job in season, but are you continuing to make or show art anywhere else?
I did Famous Favorites a few years ago while we were writing the pilot of the show. I wanted to draw more and came up with this idea and just had a lot of fun with it. I started the tumblr and just kept adding to them.
Famous Favorites is now something Abbi Abrams owns I think -- so I'm not making anymore, I guess as me! It's fun to create artwork as another version of myself. I've always been very into maps and would love to carve out some time to do some larger paintings, and dive a bit more into the art scene again.
In "Broad City," Abbi Abrams is an aspiring artist who is pretty candid about the difficulties of actually selling art. Is this based on your experience trying to make and sell art?
Yes. All her experiences are directly based on mine in that arena. I didn't go to school for illustration. I did larger pieces, mostly drawings and paintings and minored in video, but when I moved to NYC, I didn't have a studio space anymore and downsized to my desk and started illustrating.
I started a greeting card company and sold cards all over the city. I would pack this huge bag of cards and walk into stores and just sell myself. I sold them on the street in Soho and in Union Square... just like we did in episode 208. I had an Etsy shop. I was really hustling with that, trying to get a big retail store to want them, but it never panned out.
I ended up making the money back, but there are literally thousands still in my mom's basement. That was a tough time, but I'm so happy I tried all that and ran all over the city trying to make that happen. You have to do that for your work, whatever you're doing. Then, hopefully, it will lead to something bigger and better.
You went to art school in Maryland -- what was that experience like? If you could go back and do it again, would you?
MICA was such an interesting period in my life. I hated it and then I loved it. I transferred out for one semester, junior year, to Emerson College in Boston, and when I was there I realized how much I needed to be at MICA.
Art school can be a wonderful place if you're trying to find your voice and your style and your taste. I would without a doubt, go back and do it that way. It is all about producing and making and seeing. Those things can be really vague until it clicks and it clicked for me after school when I was trying to make my own stuff, because I was used to creating my own body of work. So moving into the comedy world I sort of just did the same thing, just now a different medium. I was such an introvert there though. I bet anyone I went to college with might find it bizarre to see what I do now.
Who are your art heroes?
I love Maira Kalman. She's an amazing illustrator and writer. I've loved her since I was in college, but when I moved to New York and experienced the same city she was drawing and writing about, I developed a whole new appreciation. Her work made me observe everything so much deeper and more joyfully. I was lucky enough to have breakfast with her last year and you'd think I was having breakfast with a Beatle. I geeked out so hard it was so ridiculous.
The guy I'm all about right now is Jonas Wood. I LOVE his work. I went to a show of his in LA and was just in awe. I love [David] Hockney and [Richard] Diebenkorn and people that work with flat color. Also people like Jenny Holzer and Janet Cardiff -- their work stops you in your tracks or forces you to experience something. I really admire people that do more than one thing. That's sort of the goal, right -- to be an artist that can work in any medium. That's what I hope for my career.
A canvas Jacobson created during her time as an AOL Artist.
Last question: If you could have one hour alone with any artwork what would it be and what would you do with it?
Ohh man, this is really hard. The first thing that came to my mind was the last major museum exhibit I went to -- the Matisse cut-outs at MoMA. It was terribly crowded and I felt so stifled, like I was missing out on something so wonderful that was right in front of me. So I would pick that, the whole exhibit. Imagine that!
This interview is part of The Huffington Post's "In Plain Sight" series, a collection of conversations that aims to shine a light on the lives of professional artists. For more on the art of "Broad City," check out our interview with artist Mike Perry here.
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The bastions of the 16th-century Fortezza Vecchia face the harbour and open onto Livorno's canal-laced Venezia Nuova quarter. This shabby, historic district is full of character and its elegant belle époque buildings point to a prosperous past.[ReadMoreMob]
An easy train from this Ligurian port opens up Florence, Pisa and Rome. Pisa has the 11th century Duomo Cathedral and the world-famous Leaning Tower, while the legendary Florence offers a truly stunning Renaissance city of the Medici grand dukes. The peerless art treasures of the Uffizi and a majestic prospect of domes, towers and spires are all framed by the distant Tuscan hills.
Livorno is the ideal starting point for tours to iconic Pisa and its world famous landmarks. Take the trip to see the legendary Leaning Tower of Pisa, the Cathedral, the Baptistery and the Monumental Churchyard, as well as Piazza dei Miracoil (Square of Miracles).
The historic city of Florence is within easy reach of Livorno on tour. Take the opportunity to visit for chances to take in Florence's beautiful Renaissance-era architecture, fascinating museums and enchanting churches.
Livorno's Renaissance History
Livorno was defined as an 'ideal town' during the Italian Renaissance. Today, it reveals its history through the structure of its neighbourhoods, crossed by canals and surrounded by fortified town walls. One of the bestknown personalities of the Renaissance, Leonardo da Vinci was born just outside the village of Vinci, near Florence; additionally, Galileo Galilei, the famous Renaissance scientist & mathematician, was born in Pisa.
Cruises to Livorno
Rediscovering the Roman Legacy • T2224
Tue 27 Sep 2022
Explore the Colosseum in Rome
Visit the Temple of Antas from Cagliari
Tour to Pompeii from Naples


The Maubisse Green School is an innovative facility with the goal to involve children from surrounding villages during their free time at weekends and holidays. The school has a large garden, a public restaurant and two lovely bungalows.
The garden shall provide the children the opportunity to engage in gardening, exploring how they can grow their own flowers and vegetables.
Bella, the lady who runs the Green School is dedicated to further develop the facility/location of Green School. Installation of a water treatment plant helps the school/restaurant to become more independent from bottled water and it goes in line with Bella's idea of an environmentally friendly approach.


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Martial arts>Styles>Style descriptions: N
Style descriptions: N
Some styles of martial arts that begin with the letter N.
Naginata-Do (Japan)
Naginata-Do is another classical martial art; this one uses the naginata (halberd). It is very difficult to earn and emphasizes traditional etiquette and spiritual training. It is a popular competitive sport with Japanese women.
Ninjutsu (Japan)
"Nin" (perseverance), "jutsu" (techniques of), is the art of Japan's ninja warriors. Surrounded by much controversy, today's ninjutsu is derived from the traditional fighting arts associated with the Iga/Koga region of Japan. These arts include both bujutsu-ryuha (martial technique systems) and ninjutsu -ryuha, which involve a broad base of training designed to prepare the practitioner for all possible situations.
Historical records state that certain individuals/families from the Iga/Koga (modern Mie/Omi) region were noted for possessing specific skills and were employed (by samurai) to apply those and other skills. These records, which were kept by people both within the region and outside of the region, refer to the individuals/families as "Iga/Koga no Mono" (Men of Iga/Koga) and "Iga/Koga no Bushi" (warriors of Iga/Koga). Due to this region's terrain, it was largely unexplored, and its people lived a relatively isolated existence. This enabled them to develop perspectives that differed from the "mainstream" society of the time, which was under the direct influence of the upper ruling classes. When necessary, they successfully used the superstitions of the masses as a weapon and became feared and slightly mythologized because of it.
In the mid to late 1500s, their difference in perspective led to conflict with the upper ruling classes and the eventual invasion and destruction of the villages and communities within the Iga/Koga region. The term "ninja" was not in use at this time but was later introduced in the dramatic literature of the Tokugawa period (1605-1867). During this period, ancestral fears became common and the stereotypical image of "clans of assassins and mercenaries who used stealth, assassination, disguises, and other tricks to do their work" was formed.
Over 70 different ninjutsu-ryu have been identified, however, most them have died out. Most were developed around a series of specific skills and techniques and when the skills of a ryu were no longer in demand, the ryu would usually disappear. The three remaining ninjutsu-ryu (togakure-ryu, gyokushin-ryu, and kumogakure-ryu) are encompassed in Dr. Masaaki Hatsumi's bujinkan budo taijutsu system. These ryus, along with six other bujutsu-ryu (gyokko-ryu, koto-ryu, takagi-yoshin-ryu, shinden-fudo-ryu, gikan-ryu, and kukishinden-ryu), are taught as a collective body of knowledge.
In the 1970s and 1980s, ninjutsu was popularized in the West by Stephen Hayes and Masaaki Hatsumi. During this "ninja-boom," instructors of ninjutsu were everywhere; they have thinned somewhat but still abound. As with all martial arts, it would be wise to be very careful about people claiming to be "masters personally taught by the grandmaster in Japan." Beware of those who say they teach ninjutsu but only teach karate while wearing a black uniform. The term ninjutsu does not refer to a specific style, but more to a group of arts, each with a different point of view expressed by the different ryu. The physical dynamics from one ryu to another varies.
Ninjutsu is a generally soft Japanese martial art that incorporates armed and unarmed combat and is based upon the efficient use of momentum and body mechanics. The main principles in combat are posture, distance, rhythm, and flow. Students are taught to use the entire body for every movement and technique, to provide the most power and leverage. They will use the openings created by the opponent's movement to implement techniques, often causing the opponent to run into a weapon.
Ninjutsu practitioners evade attacks in ways that place them in advantageous positions from which a simple use of leverage may take control the opponent. Although ninjutsu does include linear and circular empty hand techniques (often called taijutsu, which encompasses punching, kicking, and grappling), much of the art's techniques involve weapons such as the sword, dagger, dart, weighted chain, and throwing star. It attempts to incorporate all aspects of fighting in all situations by incorporating such things as ground fighting, infiltration, and cryptography. Historically, ninja were masters of camouflage, concealment, horsemanship, explosives, and poisons, but such skills receive little, if any, emphasis in modern training.
Training progresses through skills in taihenjutsu (body changing skills) that include falling, rolling, leaping, posture, and avoidance; dakentaijutsu (striking weapons body techniques) that use the entire body as a striking tool; and jutaijutsu (supple body techniques) that use locks, throws, chokes, and holds. In the early stages, weapon training is usually limited to practicing how to avoid attacks, overcoming any fear of the weapon and understanding the dynamics of its use from the perspective of "defending against" (while unarmed). In the mid and later stages, once a grounding in taijutsu body dynamics is in place, practitioners begin studying from the perspective of "defending with" the various weapons.
In the early stages of training, patterns are provided as examples of "what can be done here" and "how to move the body to achieve this result." However, as practitioners progress, they are encouraged to explore the openings that naturally appear in movements and apply spontaneous techniques based upon the principles contained within the pattern. This free-flowing style is one of the most important aspects of ninjutsu training. Adaptability is one of the main lessons of all of ninjutsu-ryu.
Due to the combative nature of the techniques studied, there are no tournaments or competitions in ninjutsu. Since tournament fighting has set rules that compel the competitor to study the techniques allowed within that framework, this limits not only the kinds of techniques that they study but also the way in which they will apply those techniques. The way that you train is the way that you fight. Ninjutsu requires that its practitioners be open to any situation and be able to adapt their techniques to ensure survival.


pel until the late 1970s when it was purchased by the City Council with the view of redeveloping the site. With financial support from the City and County Councils, Huntingdon Hall re-opened in 1987 as a concert venue. 25 years later and Huntingdon Hall is a leading venue for folk music, is becoming increasingly well known for great comedy and welcomes all types of entertainment; classical music, jazz and blues as well as spoken word events.


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Madonna pulls down a female fan's top and exposes her
A chance to meet George Clooney… Anonymous posts Trump's Social Security #… Kocktails with Khloe ratings… Blake Shelton's lawsuit… and Madonna pulls down a female fan's top and exposes her
Let's say you're not a fan of Hillary Clinton, but you ARE a fan of George Clooney…This could be quite a quandary for you. Hillary is raffling off the chance to meet her and George and his wife Amal at the Clooneys on April 16. You get a free flight, accommodations, and a night with Hillary and the Clooneys! You just have to text the word CLOONEY to 47246. But here's the thing. They call it a raffle, but you don't have to contribute anything for a chance to win. So you technically can still meet George without putting a dime in Hillary's campaign coffers, but you still have to hang out with Hillary.
Are you with Hillary? So are they ⬇ Enter for a chance to meet Hillary, George, and Amal at the Clooneys' home. pic.twitter.com/3Ko8hwCqWn
— Hillary Clinton (@HillaryClinton) March 18, 2016
The "hacktivist" group Anonymous announced on March 4 that they were declaring war on Donald Trump, but then there was nothing……..until yesterday. Anonymous released some personal data yesterday they claim belongs to The Donald. It includes his Social Security number, his personal cell number, numbers that supposedly belong to his agent and legal team, and other names and numbers.
Kocktails with Khloe. It sounds like a great idea, but is anybody watching? The show premiered on the FYI Network lest than two months ago and it's been struggling a bit in the ratings. It gets a little bump when a member of the Kardashian or Jenner clans show up to support Khloe, but it's been over two weeks since any of them have been on the show and the network is not happy about it. They want her to include at least one of her family members on every single episode. But Khloe wants to stand on her own, so she's trying to avoid using her famous family for a ratings boost, and it's causing some conflicts behind the scene.
Blake Shelton has filed a defamation lawsuit against In Touch Weekly, who ran a cover story that he's an alcoholic in need of rehab. But the magazine's publisher is trying to get the lawsuit dismissed, saying this lawsuit infringes on their First Amendment rights and it's an issue of public interest. Blake says free speech is one thing, but this article was full of blatant lies. He said, "I do not drink excessively, binge drink, or have a drinking problem. I do not, as the Rehab Story alleges, drink vodka before 11 a.m. I am never drunk, intoxicated, or unable to perform my job on The Voice or elsewhere. I do not slur my words or stumble when I drink. I have never urinated on a mailbox in public, or otherwise. I did not start drinking at 14. I did not start drinking as a teenager. I did not start drinking to cope with my brother's death."
Is Madonna having a meltdown? She's going through an ugly custody battle with her ex-husband Guy Ritchie over their 15-year-old son Rocco. On stage in Australia, she was on stage appearing drunk one night…showed up more than two hours later another night…and now this. While performing in Brisbane, Madonna pulled a 17-year-old girl up out of the audience who was was wearing a corset top. Madonna said she was "the kind of girl that you just want to slap on the a** and pull." Then she pulled down the girl's top and exposed her breast. Madonna said, "Oh, s***. Oh, sorry. Sexual harassment. You can do the same to me if you like." The girl doesn't seem to be bothered by it, but shouldn't she be???? Shouldn't Madonna's people be????


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