J. Feliciano

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J. Feliciano

J. Feliciano

@Hyacinthrose

Former Brooklynite. Boriqua.

Somewhere in the Mid Atlantic Katılım Nisan 2011
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@Oldtimers365 Other than me? Yes. Ironically I have my late mother's bridal china, a crockpot, a few other items...
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An actor who played a character so perfectly that nobody else could ever top it. GIFS ONLY.
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My niece is a Type 1 diabetic. She was diagnosed at 18 months. Without Insulin she wouldn't be with us today. 🙏🙏🙏
The Husky@Mr_Husky1

A fourteen-year-old boy lay in a hospital bed weighing sixty-five pounds, his body shrinking, his breath smelling of acetone, his mind drifting in and out of consciousness. His organs were failing one by one. Doctors had already done everything medicine knew how to do. Toronto General Hospital. Early January 1922. The boy’s name was Leonard Thompson, and at fourteen years old, he was dying from Type 1 diabetes. Back then, diabetes was not managed. It was survived for as long as possible. There was no insulin. No reliable treatment. Doctors had only one desperate method left: starvation diets. Leonard was restricted to about 450 calories a day. Barely enough for a healthy child to survive, let alone one whose body could no longer process sugar. The goal was cruelly simple. Starve the disease before it starved him first. Children wasted away under these treatments. Parents watched bones push through skin while strength disappeared day by day. By December 1921, Leonard had almost nothing left. His parents brought him to Toronto General Hospital knowing what doctors would say. Their son was skeletal, weak, and slipping toward a diabetic coma. Medicine had run out of answers. But somewhere else in Toronto, a young surgeon named Frederick Banting refused to stop asking questions. Working with Charles Best in a crude laboratory, he believed the pancreas produced a substance capable of controlling blood sugar. Most scientists doubted him. The experiments looked messy. The extract looked worse. Still, the dogs they treated survived when they should have died. Blood sugar dropped. Something was working. By January 1922, Banting’s team believed they had one chance to try it in a human being. They needed someone desperate enough to risk it. Leonard Thompson was dying enough to qualify. His father was asked to approve an injection no human had ever received before. No guarantees. No safety studies. Just a possibility. He said yes. On January 11, Leonard received the first injection. It failed badly. The extract was too impure, and his condition barely improved. Most people would have stopped there. The team did not. Biochemist James Collip worked day and night purifying the formula while Leonard continued fading. Twelve days later, they tried again. This time, the impossible happened. Leonard’s blood sugar dropped. The acetone smell on his breath disappeared. Color slowly returned to his face. For the first time since diagnosis, he was not dying anymore. Word spread quickly. Families flooded Toronto with letters begging for the treatment that had saved one boy already slipping away. Soon, insulin spread across the world. Children who once faced certain death suddenly had futures. Leonard lived thirteen more years because one father took a terrifying chance and a handful of scientists refused to quit after failure. One injection changed medicine forever.

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J. Feliciano@Hyacinthrose·
@SqSehrish We know the final number is 25. Subtract 7, you get 18. Divide 18 by three, you get 6. The number is 6.
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imagine this: you get to drink...me? if you're heading out to ACEN this upcoming weekend don't forget to stop by Itasha's booth to get the Meow-cha! <3
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Don’t forget to stop by our first-ever Itasha Cafe tomorrow at @animecentral Booth AC07! ☕💜 We’ll be serving exclusive Vtuber drink collabs with @Taiga_Chama & @Kairuichan, and our exclusive mascot-themed drinks! Come try them while you can! ✨ Check out our ACEN Menu!!👇

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In May 1860, she kissed her six children goodbye. She thought about the dinner she would cook later. She thought about the laundry. She thought about the quiet life of a mother in Illinois. She had no idea that when the front door clicked shut, it would stay locked for three long years. Her husband, Theophilus Packard, was a respected minister. To the neighbors, he was a man of God. But inside their home, he was a man who could not stand a wife who thought for herself. Elizabeth Packard liked to read. She liked to debate religion. She had her own opinions about life and faith. In the 19th century, for a woman to have a brain was considered a danger. Theophilus decided to end the argument once and for all. He didn’t need a crime. He didn't need a witness. In those days, the law in Illinois said a man could commit his wife to an insane asylum without any evidence or a public hearing. He simply had to say she was "disturbed." One morning, a group of men arrived at her home. They didn't listen to her logic. They didn't care about her tears. They dragged her away to the Jacksonville Insane Asylum. Elizabeth was 43 years old, perfectly sane, and suddenly a prisoner. When she entered the asylum, she expected to see people who needed medical help. Instead, she found a warehouse of "inconvenient" women. There were wives who had argued with their husbands about money. There were daughters who refused to marry men they didn't love. There were women who were simply too loud or too independent. "This is not a hospital," Elizabeth realized. "It is a cage for the unwanted." The doctors tried to break her spirit. They told her that if she just admitted her husband was right and she was wrong, she could go home. They wanted her to say she was crazy for wanting her own thoughts. Elizabeth looked them in the eye and said, "I cannot buy my liberty by a lie." She didn’t give up. Instead, she started to write. She hid scraps of paper in the linings of her clothes. She tucked notes under floorboards. She recorded every abuse, every scream in the night, and every story of the women around her. She became a secret journalist inside a living nightmare. After three years, she was finally released, but her husband locked her in a room at home. He planned to move her to another asylum in a different state. This time, Elizabeth’s friends helped her get a message to a judge. A trial was finally ordered to determine if she was actually insane. The courtroom was packed. Theophilus was confident. He brought "experts" to say that her religious doubts proved her mind was broken. But then, Elizabeth stood up. She didn't shout. She spoke with the calm power of the truth. She explained her beliefs. She showed the jury that having a different opinion is not a disease. The jury only needed seven minutes. They came back with a single word: Sane. Elizabeth walked out as a free woman, but she found that her husband had taken everything. He had sold their furniture, taken her money, and disappeared with their children. She was alone and penniless. Most people would have disappeared into the shadows. Elizabeth did the opposite. She spent the next forty years traveling the country. She stood before the legislature and demanded new laws. She said, "A woman's mind is her own, and the law must protect it." Because of her, states changed their laws. They made it illegal to lock a person away without a fair trial and a medical exam. She turned her private pain into a public shield for thousands of other women. She proved that even if you take away a woman’s home, her money, and her children, you can never truly take away her voice.
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@0UTR0EG0 I got maybe 16? It gets harder to tell on the right for me.
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@InVainYT You bought the ice cream, then left the kid alone. I think it's okay. Chances are the kid was related to someone who worked there. You were likely watched the whole time, just in case, and you really did nothing wrong, so no worries.
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I need your opinion. I went to the convinience store to get a late night snack. As I enter, it's completely empty with the exception of a kid running between the various freezers, looking at all the ice-cream choices. I grab a drink, a snack and by the time I hit the freezer aisle, the kid is still looking longingly at all the ice-cream choices. I thought their parents might be there but it was just them the whole time. So I slide open the freezer, grab an ice-cream and at the same time ask him "would you like me to buy you one?" He nods and smiles, and grabs one that he's clearly been wanting and then I go to the counter and pay. A younger me would have loved if someone offered to buy me an ice-cream in that sort of scenario, so I felt nice to be able to do that small gesture so I left feeling pretty happy with myself. I walked back home and continued hanging with relatives and told my cousins and uncle the story. And that's when one of them told me that I shouldn't do that because the kid and staff probably thought I was the Diddler trying to kidnap the kid. So idk 😐
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J. Feliciano@Hyacinthrose·
@yui930_log I was thinking of the Voice one bc as much as I like him, he can be a bit of a pendejo sometimes, but if there's more than one... Ay Bendita! *Offers hugs*
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👁️: Could you teach me how to crush a man’s balls I need to learn this skill for some reason 💬: YUI?????????? ♈️: ….Is this a kink thing? 👁️: Zanny what ♈️: HAHAHAHAHAHA #Netherclips
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