i'm trying to be sensitive here

anonymous asked:

Will we get to see a proper picture of your speculative mermaids??

Here you go, anon! I’m still hammering our their designs; as you can see, they’ve changed a bit even since my last illustration….. Essentially they’re big chunky temnospondyls that stalk kelp forests and rocky shores. They use their flat front teeth scrape off starfish and chitons for an easy meal. They also lounge about piles of rotting kelp, prodding for carrion or lying in wait for an unfortunate seagull. When they do hunt, they are ambush predators. Their strange, sensitive faces can display a variety of colors based on mood.

  • *ban ryu chilling in his room when ki bum walks in*
  • ban ryu: who are you?
  • ki bum: who am i? i'm soo ho. we've been training together in hwarang for the past few months. weird joke, ban ryu.
  • ban ryu: you're not soo ho. soo ho doesn't have peachy pink hair.
  • ki bum: you seriously never noticed? hey, hats off to you for not judging my looks.
  • ban ryu: okay, soo ho. How about you tell me about that personal letter i read to you about yesterday?
  • ki bum: you mean the letter my sister sent? the one where she gave you a ring as an anniversary present and poetically talked about how much she loved you?
  • ki bum: or that letter from your actual father about a potentially important letter coming in from your adoptive father, which you're waiting on today?
  • ah ro: *walks in* i got a letter to ban ryu from master young shil?
  • ki bum: i'll take that.
  • ban ryu: no, no! *snatches letter* that is sensitive info. what are you even doing in this house? no outsiders are allowed.
  • kin: ban ryu, cut it out. i'm trying to be a good roommate.
  • ban ryu: you don't even live here! you're not soo ho!
  • yeo wool: *walks in* hey, soo ho! we made reservations for okta tonight!
  • ki bum: great! thanks, yeo wool.
  • ban ryu: ... okay, i don't know who you are, but you're not soo ho! *grabs a random photo of soo ho with her sister* this is soo ho!
  • ki bum:
  • ban ryu:
  • *turns out to be photo of ki bum posing with soo yeon*
  • ban ryu: ... how?
WIP Wednesday

Here we go, it’s been a looong time since I posted something from the San Junipero AU. It’s still coming. Slow but sure. Or maybe just slow.

“Yuuko told me that you’re here almost every night,” Viktor says, hands in his coat pockets as he approaches the boards. Yuuri looks down to straighten his glove; Makkachin scales the bleachers again. “Nobody else is ever here?”

“I’m not sure many other people know it’s here,” Yuuri says softly, still looking at his gloves. “I, um, think I might have made this place? Accidentally? And there’s a bigger rink further into town, where I think people play hockey. You’re the first person I’ve ever—ever seen here, aside from me.” He turns and drifts away, skates gliding almost soundlessly along the ice. “It looks just like the rink I skated at in my childhood, you see. Before I moved to America to pursue my career.”

“Is that where you are now?” Viktor asks, skates forming on his feet as he steps onto the ice. “America?”

“No,” Yuuri says, but doesn’t elaborate.

“They must be more lax about their regulations on the system, wherever you are,” Viktor says, desperately trying to get Yuuri to tell him something, anything about himself. “Most visitors are only allowed on once a week, were I’m from. Any more than that and they start worrying about your ability to tell what’s real and what isn’t. Dissociating. That sort of thing.”

“That’s not…really a problem for me,” Yuuri says softly. “I don’t really have anything to confuse it with. When I’m not here, I'm…not anywhere.”

That close to death? Viktor wants to ask, but knows that some people are sensitive about that topic. Viktor is one of them.

Yuuri turns around and skates backwards as Viktor continues forwards. He tilts his head to the side and asks Viktor, “Do you remember any of your old routines?”

Viktor grins. “Darling, I remember every routine I’ve ever choreographed.” He taps his head. “I may not be much to look at nowadays, but my brain—that’s a steel trap.” For figure skating, anyway. He thinks he may have broken every promise he’d ever made to another human, but he’s never forgotten a single step sequence.

“You seem like plenty to look at to me,” Yuuri says softly. There is a blushing tenderness to his expression as he narrows his stride for Viktor to close in, the two of them now moving carefully within each other’s space. Viktor never skated with a partner, and his only experience with tandem skating was teaching students their routines, but he imagines that this is similar to what ice dancers feel. Tuning your body in to the fine frequencies of another person, reading the subtle movements of their muscles to decode how you, yourself, should move. Yuuri settles into a glide, pushes his hair behind his ear and asks, “Would you show me?”

“One of my old routines?” Viktor asks.


Viktor considers this. There are hundreds to choose from; after retiring he’d made his living coaching and choreographing several consecutive generations of figure skaters. He took over Yakov’s roster after his heart attack and then, after the man died and Viktor discovered he had been left everything, moved into Yakov’s house and built on a dormitory-style addition that could house ten students. Young skaters came from the world over to attend his ‘school.’ In the mornings, they got up before dawn and went straight to the rink. In the evenings, Viktor sat at the large dining room table with books, pens, pencils, laptops, tablets and ten students and made sure they were training their minds as surely as their bodies. It was a winning strategy; at one point, he had a National Champion from every continent on his roster.

Of course, he got old. He reached a point where teaching choreography was an impossibility, and like Yakov before him was forced to hand over the reins. But his love for the sport and for his art, the things he could express with his body and a pair of skates, never left him.

“Alright,” Viktor says. “I think I have one.”

Yuuri skates eagerly to the boards, which he lifts himself onto easily, skates thumping and leaving no mark. Viktor used to yell at his students for such a thing; but then, it’s not as if Yuuri can hurt himself if he falls backwards.

Viktor skates out to the middle of the rink. Around him, the lights dim as he breathes deep. The opening strains of a song barely remembered start quiet on the speaker system; Viktor wasn’t sure that there would be enough of it left in his mind for it to play, but it does. When he hears it, it’s like a reflex; his body still remembers this routine after so many years. It was a crowd favorite; his free skate for one of his last seasons and his gala skate from then until the day he retired. He thinks it had something to do with the sweeping, grand sound of the tenor’s voice, singing a song that anyone could understand even with no Italian in their vocabulary.

What he never told anyone was that for some reason, one day, he sat down and choreographed a pairs routine to the duetto reprisal from later in the opera. It was an idle thing, probably something he did just to see if he could. It’s one of those routines that has rattled around in his head, unused, for decades. He’d never coached a pairs team. He’d never had a reason to use it.

For some reason, as he performs this routine in front of a beautiful man in a world that doesn’t exist, it’s the only thing on his mind.

Stammi vicino, non te ne andare…

When he finally comes to a stop, arms folded over his chest and panting at the ceiling, lungs aching from the exertion—and isn’t that odd? That lungs can hurt in a place like this—he realizes that he only has five minutes left.

Yuuri is skating over to him, blades quick on the ice. Viktor looks to him, and sees a still-wet tear stain on both cheeks.

“That was beautiful,” Yuuri says softly, once he’s within earshot. “I’ve never seen anything like it. Now I know why you were so famous.”

Viktor hums out a laugh and reaches out a hand to Yuuri’s cheek, thumbs away the wetness there. Yuuri’s breath stutters and Viktor murmurs, “I’m sorry it made you so sad.”

“Not sad,” Yuuri whispers. “Just…emotional. I cry when I’m emotional, it’s something I’ve always done. I’m not sure why.” He reaches up his own gloved thumb to swipe away the other tear. Viktor feels somehow cheated; he wanted to wipe away that one, too. “What does it say? The song? It’s about love, right?”

“All the best songs are,” Viktor chuckles. Three minutes left. He drops his hand from Yuuri’s face and slides a little closer, until he has to consciously tip his head down to meet Yuuri’s eyes. “Stay close to me, never let me go.”

Yuuri’s eyes go wide, his breath hitching. A delicate and beautiful blush rises onto his cheeks.

“That’s what the song says.”

anonymous asked:

i'm really new to the svt fandom and i just wanted to know what's wrong with the 'jisoos christ' joke, exactly? i thought it was pretty funny and i wasn't aware that it was offensive or anything.

a lot of people don’t like the joke because of how overused it is, and some people - including myself - find it to be in poor taste.
religion is and has always been a very sensitive topic so I’m gonna try my best to be objective here:
religion does not define a person or their character. one of the issues I personally have with the jisoos christ joke is that a lot of people use it as a single defining point of jisoo as a whole. it reduces him to just this stereotypical ‘church boy’ and disregards his complexity as a person.
the second thing I don’t like about it is that it pokes fun at his religion. christianity probably means a lot to him and by turning it into a joke, people are effectively saying that his religion is just a punchline and shouldn’t be taken seriously.
if you had something that meant a lot to you, I’m guessing you wouldn’t like it if others turned it into a ‘funny’ characteristic of you, and defined you solely based on it.
I really hope I didn’t offend you / anyone else with this answer and I’m sorry if I did. but I felt this needed to be said and I’m open to hearing any other opinions on this. these are just my personal views.

While beautiful wives (and husband) fliers are being drawn, I’m just here busting a lung doodling Lon’Qu

Or should I say Lon’Chuu? ( ˘ ³˘)♥

soulessbabylovesyou  asked:

Hi. Is it ok if I follow you? My son is three and autistic and I read through some of your asks and this seems like really helpful information. I'm just trying to learn as much as possible to best help him and make his life easier to handle with his sensory sensitivities. And is it possible to be hyper AND hypo sensitive to noises or other stimuli? Like sometimes he gets excited and jumps and flaps in sunlight and other times he has a meltdown as soon as we step outside. Your blogs great btw!

Of course, you’re welcome to follow us if you’re here to learn!

And yes, it is entirely possible to be both hyper and hypo sensitive to stimuli depending on the situation. Sometimes, especially if you’re understimulated, certain stimuli can be nice and stimmy, even calming. But if you’re already overwhelmed, were overwhelmed earlier, or on your way to being overwhelmed, that same stimulus can make things worse. 

Also, sensitivity to some things can change on a day to day basis due to many other factors. If he likes the light then maybe that’s not the problem. Maybe it’s the temperature or the noise or something other than the light itself.

I hope this helps!

-Mod Apollo

anonymous asked:

Xefros shouldn't be laughing at Professor Poopypants' funny name. I wouldn't recommend it anyways. The professor is a madman and is very sensitive about his name being laughed at.

i wouldn’t anyways, he scares me… maybe it’s his outfit.

dailytypenull  asked:

Can you tell me about your parents?

Dew: Our parents are a really sensitive subject for both of us, but I think it hits Osha harder then me because of… Things we shouldn’t talk about while he’s here.

(( Their reasons will be revealed in their backstory, I’m trying my best to get it done quickly, sorry everyone! ^^; ))

broadjay  asked:

TIME SENSITIVE: On June 24th I'm going to be going to an LGBT Pride parade near me and I've never been to one before and I'm nervous because big crowded "party-like" environments are super super Not My Thing but also i really want to give this a try. Can you please offer some tips for surviving at Pride while autistic? I'm already going to be with supportive friends

I hope you have a great time at pride! We actually answered a similar question recently which can be found here. The advice we gave in that ask was as follows:

  • Bring ear plugs or headphones for if it gets too loud. Most likely, it will be loud enough that you’ll still hear things even with ear plugs/headphones, but they should help reduce the noise level.
  • Bring lots of water with you to remain hydrated. Dehydration will worsen sensory issues. If you find yourself starting to have a hard time, check if you’re thirsty, or if you have a hard time figuring that out, drink some water and see if you feel better.
  • Wear clothing that is sensory friendly but will keep you cool.
  • Scope out the area for places you might be able to retreat to if things become to much. Just have an escape route planned can often help us feel better.
  • Try to have pre-scripted introductions so that you can possibly make new friends. At these kinds of events, people are usually very friendly and, honestly, as long as you manage to get some words out, it’s likely that you’ll make some friends while you’re there.

I hope this helps and that you have an excellent time!


Guys…. Yesterday I lashed out a tiny bit and my ask box was getting heavy and I was so afraid to even open it. So I asked my friend to take a look at the messages for me and she told me it was safe to look because pretty much every single message and comment of all those dozens that I received yesterday were the most heartwarming. So I went ahead and read them all and broke down weeping uncontrollably because you are all so so so sweet and wonderful and kind, I cannot even explain it… thank you so much with all my heart for being so understanding and supportive. Whenever I feel like I’m getting overwhelmed or begin feeling pressured, you help me remember how amazing it is to be part of this community, and my gratefulness is not only brought back to the surface but also multiplies a million times. Really. I’m just some random sad nerd who fell in love with a fictional world and wants to recreate it out of my imagination, and you are here being with me and loving it. Thank you so so so SOOOoooosnsdsfehgu much. Really. Truly. Love you all, even if you don’t really care that much, I still love you and am grateful for you. You don’t have to be here, but you are, and you appreciate whatever I manage to give. Thank you ❤

P.S. I’ll try to respond to the off-anon messages as soon as I have time!!

ugh so i’m really sensitive about people making any comments about my driving and when i was driving people to the coldplay concert i was having trouble changing lanes in rush hour traffic and this one beezy was like “this is the bay you have to force yourself in”

a) bich i’m not trying to get hit

b) um you don’t even have your fucking license???


Me, an ennea 9, surrounded by mind/heart core friends everyday:

Thoughts at mind core friends: “You’re freaking out too much / Why are you scared of that? / There’s literally nothing to stress over / That’s… not a big problem… / I don’t understand why you’re telling me this when it’s manageable.”

Thoughts at heart core friends: “Damn, and here I thought I was the emotional one / Or sensitive person / Compared to them I literally can be the insensitive asshole / Shhhh look, it’s okay / I don’t understand the concept of caring a lot about self-image, but I’ll assure you guys with what I know anyway / At least they try hard.”

Tbh I don’t know a lot of gut type people in my life and I need more of them.

[Drabble] Silence

Jung Hoseok was loud.

He was loud during interviews and broadcasts, variety and radio shows. He was loud at the dorm and at dinner;

“Hoseok, it’s just pizza.” - “But it has extra cheese!

He was loud in the evening and in the morning;

“Hoseok, I’m still sleeping.” - “Yeah, well, the sun’s not the only thing that’s up.” - “Oh my fucking god.”

He was loud at breakfast and in the shower;

“For the last time, Hoseok, those are not the lyrics!” - “They are now, stop interrupting my session!”

He was always louder than everyone else, laughing harder than everyone else, hiding more than anyone else. It was his way of being strong for the people around him, his way of cheering others up and his way of offering support and comfort. Hoseok was as loud as his heart was big and his smile was bright; and you loved him, you loved him so much for trying and caring and caring for you.

Because Hoseok was always loudest when you were drowning in silence; when doubts and darkness where swallowing up all the sounds; when the poison in your heart and in your head numbed your senses and your body; when you were paralyzed by the idea that nothing you could do was enough, that you were not enough.

When you lost your words and your mind, Hoseok was there to talk you through it and calm your thoughts. When you lost your voice, Hoseok was there to help you find the strength to scream. And when your heart was too cold to feel, Hoseok enveloped you in his warmth and showed you how to cry.

And when you were collapsed on the floor, stripped and bare and raw, Hoseok lifted you up and took you in his arms; and he danced around in the living room with one arm around your waist and the other holding onto your hand as if he was never going to let you go; and he sang your favorite song at the top of his lungs to chase the last of the darkness and the silence away, until your space, yours and his and you and him, was filled with nothing but his voice and your laughter.

And sometimes he would sing louder than usual, gladly accepting a burden that wasn’t his to bear, if it meant that you could escape the silence a day, an hour, a second longer this time.

Jung Hoseok was loud.

But when he was silent it was when he was holding you at night, his arms tightly wrapped around his most precious reason to laugh harder and be stronger than everyone else; for you, anything for you, and he would close his eyes and whisper, because he knew he would be heard over the silence;

I love you, and I will always be here for you.

A/N: If any of you ever need someone, I’m here to dance with you.

rizeruuchimaki-deactivated20150  asked:

Sorry if this is really hard, you don't have to do it. But do you think you could try and guess the members MBTI Personalities? I'm obsessed with it and I've always wanted to know which my bias was. Again, you don't have to if it's too hard.

This is my time to shine. The source I used is here! Also note that some are repeated!~

This post is quite long, so I’m going to put a read more cut~

Keep reading

Actual lines from Star Wars: The Force Awakens, part 3
  • *Rey is training with Luke*
  • Luke: Good, my young daugh-I MEAN youngling-I MEAN padawan. (Phew, dodged a bullet there Luke)
  • Rey: I think I'm getting the hang of this Jedi thing. Is there anything else I should know?
  • Luke: Yes. I've been studying the era of the Clone Wars to see what I did not learn from Masters Yoda and Obi-Wan.
  • Rey: What did you find out, dad-I MEAN Luke.
  • Luke: You should try spinning in your every attack. Apparently, that is considered a neat trick.
  • Rey: ...
  • Luke: Also, if you take the high ground, you automatically win any battle you are in. Even though it was proven false by Master Obi-Wan...
  • Rey: ...
  • Luke: Yeah, I don't get it either.
  • *MEANWHILE, in the rebel base. Finn wakes up*
  • Finn: RUN REY, KYLO REN IS...oh, what the fuck?
  • *Ghost of Obi-Wan appears*
  • Obi-Wan: Finn...go to the (insert system where Rey is) system. There you will train with the last remaining Jedi, Luke-
  • Finn: *picks up blaster and shoots wall*
  • Obi-Wan: Hey, stop that! I'm trying to help you become a Jedi because you're force sensitive and you're Luke Skywalker's real son. Rey was just a red herring because that twist was too obvious!
  • Finn: ...
  • Obi-Wan: ...Oh shit, that's for Episode VIII! I read ahead in the script.
  • Finn: ???!!!????!!! (panics on the inside)
  • Obi-Wan: Okay...just forget what happened here? Uh...peace (flashes peace sign and leaves)

enbybraybee  asked:

O-okay um well as you can probably tell, I'm not a very confident person, but I really want to be a writer and I've written several short stories and poems but every time I try to show it to someone whose opinion I value (my dad, brother, mom, aunt, etc) they either shoot it down or not even read it. I know it shouldn't bother me, but unfortunately I'm really sensitive :/ basically I'm asking how I can become more confident as a writer?

Hello there, understandably-shy writerly friend~ ♥︎

I absolutely understand where you’re coming from. Writing is hard, and even more so if you live in an environment that may hinder your craft :c

Thankfully for you, this is something that I’ve touched on in the past. Here are a few helpful links:

If you’re going to read ONE of the links, read the last one. It is seriously my best reply (to date) about gaining confidence. Seriously, I could go on and on repeating everything I said— but this is not the place for that.

Because there’s something else I want to talk about.

You need to develop a thick skin if you want to be a writer, because (just like you have no control over how people will react to your work) you don’t have any control over what people will say or do. There are nasty people out there in the world, and eventually someone will look at your art and tell you things like…

  • It sucks (or YOU suck)
  • It’s bad (or YOU are a bad writer)

And so on. You have no control over this. Great writers, and awful writers alike, have all had to deal with this. What I want you to understand is that you’re not alone in this struggle— this is something that all writers have to deal with. The successful ones (and the ones we remember) are those who can overcome this.

Let me explain…

Do you like RPGs? I love RPGs. I grew up playing them— and sometimes I find my logic to be broken down into RPG terminology. So, let me explain to you why I think a thick skin is important.

If life was a video-game (particularly an RPG) and your ‘class’ was that of a writer, the way in which you succeed in life is by improving your ability to write (your writing skill). Everyone focuses on this, on their craft. It makes sense. It’s like upgrading your attack attribute. People forget about defense, though. Your ‘thick skin’ (or the ‘confidence’ skill if we continue with the analogy). I have seen tons of people who are great at their craft, but as soon as they get their first 1-star review (and trust me, it’s coming, It’s going to happen sometime) they give up. They literally have to step away from what makes them happy because they can’t handle it. They are practically Glass Canons, they write good stuff (really good stuff) but they have no defense whatsoever.

I am the #1 person to tell you to write all the time, because I truly believe that the only way you will get better is by writing. But, even so, I have to admit that while buffing up your attack stat may seem like the cool thing to do… you need to buff up your defense too. It’s a killing field out there, and if you want to survive you are going to need a thick skin.

Now, how can you go about doing that? Read my article on confidence. You need to understand that your work is not an extension of your persona. And…

Learn to break down the information that is given to you. When people say things like “This book sucks” what they are really saying is “I didn’t like this book, but I don’t want to be held responsible for my opinion so I will claim that my words are objective and ultimate.”

Seriously. Learn to break down what people say. I keep saying this about characters, but it also applies to real life: what people say is a DIRECT reflection of how they view the world, and a reflection of their own most intimate persona.

I can tell you, with confidence, that most of the time people are not effectively trying to be mean you (or your writing). Everyone is wrapped up in their own lives, and (sadly) most people don’t know how to step out of their problems and instead go about mistreating other people as a way to combat the problems they’re not actively working on.

What I am getting to is that… the world is full of people with problems. Some of those people are nasty. Most of the nasty people would rather say mean things than dealing with their problems (because it’s easier to not fix problems than fixing them). You, though, have NO control over this. So, the best thing to do is to work on your defense stat. Gain a thicker skin. As you level up in life the struggles only get harder. If you want to be successful (at ANYTHING in life) you need to be able to take punches.

I hope this helps! Be strong, writerly friend. I know you can overcome this~ ♥︎

Please don’t name off fics you don’t like on here for all to see. Don’t recommend it, avoid talking about it even, but as someone who is currently trying to write, (several fics, rip) I am in awe of every author who finds the time and the courage to put their thoughts into words and publish it for all to see.

anonymous asked:

If you're under 25, you don't belong in our fandom. You're immature, and your opinions aren't developed or relevant enough. You can watch, but let the bigs of the fandom handle the heavy theorising and sit back, maybe reblog a few gifsets. I'm sorry. I don't want to be rude. I know you're more sensitive to this subject. But this is the facts of the matter. Once you get older, settle down in life, you can try your hand at fandom. For now, go back to fangirling over Justin Bieber.

I don’t know where to begin here. Of all the anon hate I’ve ever gotten, this is the most ridiculous one. 

First of all:

You’re condescending and rude. Being part of the fandom is what I enjoy, and I’m not hurting anyone by doing so, no matter how irrelevant or underdeveloped my opinions are. If you want to take that away from me with your whole “I’m a special adult and you’re a little kiddie” attitude, then from where I’m standing? The only immature one is you. 

By the way: this girl with underdeveloped opinions worked really damn hard to graduate with a 4.0 GPA despite debilitating chemo treatments. I think I’ve earned my right to express a couple of opinions about a fictional TV universe.

Not that I needed to earn that right, because newsflash - this fandom doesn’t belong to anyone!! Everyone can enjoy, as long as you don’t encroach on anyone else’s enjoyment, which you just did! Congratulations on being an asshole.  

ASK ME ANYTHING!!!! (as long as you’re not an asshole about it!!!)

anonymous asked:

I'm very sensitive ever since I got married. I get mad easily over little things. Any advice?

Assalamu Alaikum,

When you get angry, try to suppress it by thinking that you are pleasing the Creator and suppressing anger is not a sign of weakness, its shows that you are strong. And try to remain silent when you are angry because in anger sometime we say such words that we regret later. Here are some hadith which will help you to control the anger:

Apostle of Allah (peace be upon him) said: Anger comes from the devil, the devil was created of fire, and fire is extinguished only with water; so when one of you becomes angry, he should perform ablution.
Abu Dawud Book 036, Hadith Number 4766

The Apostle of Allah (peace be upon him) said to us: When one of you becomes angry while standing, he should sit down. If the anger leaves him, well and good; otherwise he should lie down.
Abu Dawud Book 036, Hadith Number 4764

Allah’s Messenger (may peace be upon him) said: The strong-man is not one who wrestles well but the strong man is one who controls himself when he is in a fit of rage.
Sahih Muslim Book 032, 6313

A man said to the Prophet (peace be upon him), “Advise me! “The Prophet said, “Do not become angry and furious.” The man asked (the same) again and again, and the Prophet said in each case, “Do not become angry and furious.”
Sahih Bukhari , Book 073, Hadith 137

Narated By Sulaiman bin Surd : While I was sitting in the company of the Prophet, two men abused each other and the face of one of them became red with anger, and his jugular veins swelled (i.e. he became furious). On that the Prophet said, “I know a word, the saying of which will cause him to relax, if he does say it. If he says: ‘I seek Refuge with Allah from Satan.’ then all is anger will go away.” Some body said to him, “The Prophet has said, ‘Seek refuge with Allah from Satan.”‘ The angry man said, “Am I mad?”
Sahih Bukhari , Book 054, Hadith 502

 It is reported on the authority of Abu Huraira (may Allah be pleased with him) that the Messenger of Allah (may peace be upon him) observed: He who believes in Allah and the Last Day should either utter good words or better keep silence; and he who believes in Allah and the Last Day should treat his neighbour with kindness and he who believes in Allah and the Last Day should show hospitality to his guest.

Sahih Muslim Book 001, Hadith 0075

I hope it will be helpful. May Allah guide us to the straight path.