i believe it was the pinky ring they had

newyorksuperhero  asked:

So did we ever find out if Belle's pinkie ring meant anything, or is it just left for us to decide?

I believe she said it in the Buzzfeed video with the kittens

She said that it was an idea that the costume designer had after seeing a ring that Emma has that her mom gave her and they designed one for Belle to wear. 

partlycloudii  asked:

Modern plaxance hc: before they were dating but after they met for the first time, they went with friends to an arcade. Lance bragged abt how good he is at arcade games but Miserably Failed them all. In the end he only had enough tickets to get this tiny mood ring that didn't fit his fingers anyway. Meanwhile Plaxum won a bunch of stuff and shared with Lance out of pity, mainly. Lance gave her the tiny mood ring as thanks. It only fit her pinky. Lance was super embarrassed. (Plax loves it tho)

wow….i cant believe,,,these are those most blesst words,,,, ive ever ,

Am I the only one who noticed that Sasaki wore a pinky ring on his right pinky, the same way Ayato did before RE?

And what a perfect opportunity he would have had to steal it. Cause Ayato no longer wears his pinky ring after this scene.

Another note is that Kaneki and Ayato have almost the exact same foot size in Tokyo Ghoul which would lead me to believe their hands would be of relatively close size.

So yeah I’m guessing Kaneki stole Ayato’s ring <3333

AFTG Holiday Exchange

Happy Holidays everyone! Here’s a little something for the lovely person over at @neil–im-fine–josten ! Hope all is well; enjoy. xo. ( @aftgexchange )


Andrew and Neil have had days where they have easily let the light pass into twilight, time slipping as carefully as a melody into nights if they weren’t careful.

Times like these were never planned or scheduled; they didn’t follow a specific formula sheet or repeat in a cyclical pattern, they simply happened when they did, and they were some of Neil’s favorite times with Andrew.

But this time was a little different, the timing pushed back so their evening would later shift into dawn. Different, but well earned. 

They were in Columbia, the heavy stillness of the house broken abruptly as  bags were dropped in hallways and shoes kicked off at the foot of the stairs, sleep pushed aside to make room for a homecoming of sorts. Andrew had surprised Neil with the trip post evening practice, throwing Neil his tote with a change of clothes as soon as he emerged from the shower, leaving before Neil could ask any questions.

Andrew was out in the Maserati for all of five minutes before Neil joined him, tote in hand, wearing that violet shirt that hung a size too big for his lithe frame. But it made his eyes vivid. 

They had roared out of the Fox parking lot with as much care as as Nascar racer in the middle of a lap. But Neil had laughed and settled for playing with Andrews waiting palm across the counsel, surprised when the blond allowed Neil to do so for the duration of the ride, fingers locking and entwining only to be danced out of moments later.

“You can never be still.” Andrew had sighed, his eyes flickering towards Neil’s slouched frame in the passenger’s seat.

“I can be still.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

Neil had then interlocked his pinky and ring finger with Andrew’s and kept as still as he could manage for the last hour of the car ride. It was only when Neil’s fingers began to relax enough and managed to slip slightly in Andrews that the blond finally returned his gaze to look at Neil, head now tilted towards him in gentle sleep.

That had been two hours ago. But now, with the car locked up and the window opened, they were in bed in what was deemed Andrews room long before there was a Neil Josten, the covers pushed down to the foot of the bed along with their armbands, Andrew bare besides his sleeping pants and Neil settling for keeping his violet shirt and briefs on.

Neil was dosing. The nap in the car proving to have done little to no good with getting him up to pace with his hours of sleep. Andrew was sure that the boy was working with a total of about twenty two hours that week alone, if he was lucky.

“Tell me something.” Andrew whispered against Neils mouth when he began to notice Neil slipping into subconscious, careful fingers carding through messy auburn hair as they faced each other on their sides.

“Like what?” He mumbled in reply, eyes still closed as Andrew took the time to study his features.

“I don’t care.”

Neil smiled softly, sighing once before peeking his eyes open, catching Andrew openly staring at him in what seemed like curiosity, but buried underneath six layers of that all too familiar neutral look.

It made his heart ache.

It took all the strength and mind he had left not to lean into Andrews space and kiss him like he really wanted to. Instead, he tilted his chin in encouragement, eyes half open as he waited for Andrew to either ignite something or diminish it. And he made Neil wait, his own golden eyes flickering slowly between Neil’s mouth and back up to his gaze, adjusting the way he was lying but never moving closer. It was very Andrew like of him, and as soon as Neil moved to abandon the idea completely, Andrew kissed him like he has been for a while now, something slow and unrushed, asking for nothing further than what was at hand right now.

Neil couldn’t help the smile that formed on his lips after they broke apart for air, earning him a slight, painless tug to his hair. “I like it when you are like this.”

“Like what?” Andrew cautioned.

Neil kissed him again, lips dragging against Andrews sweetly, tongue echoing Andrew’s as their mouths came together wholey once more. It made Neil’s pulse jump pleasantly as he bridged that distance over and over again slowly, a pure reminder that they could have this for the rest of their lives if they wanted to, that they had time, they had this.

Andrew let out a gentle sigh as they parted again, head dizzy from the weight of it all- Neils drowsy, content smile, the way his hands felt against his upper chest and neck, the pleasant way his heart raced in his hollow chest.

“When you’re playful.”

Andrew stared at him evenly for a moment, his gaze raw with a flashing emotion Neil couldn’t place before Andrew pushed him, causing Neil to almost fall off the bed.

“Say it again.” Andrew dared, knowing that the hand on Neil’s waist was the only anchor the man had to staying on the bed and not toppling to the ground.

Neil grinned and dug his fingers into the sheets, trying to reposition his legs so he could recover if Andrew did evidently let go. Immediately, Andrew let his fingers slip and Neil sharply tipped back even further suddenly, sending him into a frenzy of pleading giggles as he tried to claw his way back onto the bed before Andrew returned his hold.

Andrew,” Neil laughed, hands scrambling for the headboard, his smile brighter than any star Andrew had seen that night on their drive. “N’drew, c’mon!” 

“You’re too soft,” Andrew sneered, but pulled Neil back by the shirt and slotted their lips together once more, allowing the momentum of Neil’s body to let the the younger man roll onto him- legs entangling with legs, hands falling against sheets and against skin as the night bled into dawn.

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Hi!!! I know i’m late hahaha but yeah..

I am in a hurry but i’ll leave here some help for people who want to make theories..

I’ve made my research about symbolic meanings in the MV and there were so many omg

Here’s the list..

This is going to be very long.. 

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Feathers > They represent flight and freedom, soaring above, looking from a higher perspective, and moving beyond boundaries and limitations. 

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White feathers > purification, spirituality, hope, trust, faith, protection, peace, Heaven, angels, and also act as blessings and wisdom connected with moon. 

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Smoke >The Spirit. 

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Fog > Confusion, Danger, and the Unseen. Fog is a thick cloud that confounds us and causes us to lose our sense of direction. These definitions of Fog pertain not only to the element of Fog in the physical world, but also to the metaphor for Fog in our mental world.

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Fence > Obstacle or barrier that may be standing on your path. You may feel confined and restricted in expressing yourself. Alternatively, the fence symbolizes your need for privacy. You are trying to shut off the rest of the world. If there is a hole in the fence, then the hole is encouragement that you can overcome and conquer whatever obstacles may be in your way. It may also mean that your privacy is being compromised. 

Crows > Pending death,Messenger,Tenacity,Intelligence,Magic,Shadow aspect due to it’s black color,Sentinel or Watchfulness,A Warning,Thievery,Memory/remembrance,Creation/Creativity 

Burning Pictures > Dreaming about burning pictures or photos represent you wanting to forget about your past. Let those mistakes go to move forward with your life.

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 Suga and Rap Monster both have two rings,one on the index finger on on the “ring” finger: 

Ring on the index finger > It represents our need to increase our ego and establish authority and power. It is also associated with leadership and ambition. Kings, priests and healers wore rings on the index finger because that finger was thought to be especially powerful. People often wear a ring on their index finger to demonstrate assertiveness, or power. 

Ring on the “ring” finger > Wearing a ring on the “ring” finger represents a connection to the heart, as it is thought to be closely related to the artery that goes to the heart. It is associated with our feelings of affection and love. It is also representative of our creativity and artistic self. Wearing a ring on this finger on the left hand represents to others a betrothal to the giver of the ring and a commitment of faithfulness. If the ring was purchased by the wearer, it represents self-love and self-worth and belief in talent. 

Jungkook had two rings too, one on his index finger and one on his little finger,so the meaning for the index finger is the same as Suga and Rap Monster, as for the little finger:

Ring on the little finger > I think it means luck, Jungkook, wearing this ring, is asking for luck. It was believed that wearing a ring on the pinkie, the ring would bring the wearer luck.

J-Hope had two rings,one on his pinkie one on his “ring” finger (the meanings were already explained above XD) 

Jimin had two rings,one on his middle finger and one on his “ring” finger: 

Ring on the middle finger > Being the tallest finger, the middle finger is associated with our purpose in life. Also the center of the hand, it represents personal identity and those things that are most important to us. People who wear a ring on their middle finger often desire to be the center of attention. 

Upside down( V ) > Being upside down, suggests that there is some situation or problem in your waking life that you need to straighten you. It may also mean that your initial assumptions were completely opposite of what you thought.

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Runway > It represents creativity and freedom. You are about to enter an exciting time in your life. 

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Airplane take-off > The part of your life which is represented is usually a memory, material from your unconscious mind, or something that is physically far away from you. Since we use planes to travel to places that are far away, the logical progression of this interpretation is that the airplane is symbolic of an event, individuals, or emotions that are either in the past, physically apart from you, or deep in the unconscious and far from conscious thought. A departing airplane means success,travel into higher realms,wants to be free,power. 

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To see the sunset indicates the end of a cycle or condition. It is a period of rest, renewal and evaluation. The sun peeking through the clouds foretells a return of prosperity. White clouds are the messengers of peace,hope and love. 

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Sorry if this was too long XD. I did my researches while watching the video and wrote down everything that could be useful for people thinking about a theory! Bye!

If you could avoid copying this i’d be thankful because it took me a bit to find all the right meanings XD Thank youu!

Request: Can you make a story of imagine of you and dean getting engaged, having a wedding and having kids (either a daughter or son to Uncle Sam)

Happy. That’s what you were. After years and years of being alone, and hunting nonstop, you had found happiness. And that feeling came in the form of Dean Winchester. 

Dean was the best thing that ever happened to you. You’d met him a while ago at Bobby’s house when you were supposed to go on the same hunt. Then, after a year of flirting, he asked you out. And four years later, you were still together.

You woke up, like always, in Dean’s arms. Your back was pressed against his chest, and you held one of his hands in yours. His head rested in the crook of your neck, and he breathed softly, still asleep. 

You glanced at the clock, and saw that it was almost nine. You’d have to get up soon. Rolling around so that you were facing Dean, you began peppering his face with kisses. Dean’s face scrunched up as he started to wake, and he smiled once he saw you. 

“Morning.” He said, kissing you back.

“Hi.” You greeted him. Dean’s arms were still wrapped around you, and he pulled you closer to him. 

“I love you.” He said.

“I love you too. And we gotta get up.”

“Why?” He whined, holding you tighter so you couldn’t get out of bed.

“Because I was gonna make you breakfast, and pie today. And I can’t do that unless we get up now.” You explained. Dean instantly let you go, and jumped out of bed with you.

“Is Sam still in Buffalo?” You asked, not wanting to put on real clothes.

“Yeah, why?” Dean answered.

In reply, you grabbed one of his flannel shirts and put it on. You loved wearing his shirts. They were huge, and covered you butt. But, when Sam was home, you had to wear real clothes, which kinda annoyed you. Wearing short shorts, a tank top, and one of Dean’s shirts was your favorite outfit.

“That’s hot.” Dean commented, wrapped his arms around you.

“I know.” You winked.

You dragged Dean to the kitchen. He sat at the table and watched as you cooked him breakfast. You made eggs and bacon. Dean made the coffee, and soon you were sitting down eating together. Dean’s leg kept rubbing against yours.

Once you were done, Dean did the dishes, and you started making his apple pie. You cut up the apples, mixed apple and cinnamon, then sprinkled it over the apples. You poured it over a pastry base, then put the top on. You placed it in the oven, letting it bake.

“Dean, I’m going to the bathroom. When the buzzer goes off, take the pie out. Do. Not. Eat. It.” You said, giving him a pointed look.

“I would never!” He exclaimed in mock offense.

“Yeah, sure.” you replied sarcastically, leaving the room. 

When you returned, Dean had cut the pie into two slices, and was waiting for you to return before eating his. “I didn’t eat it!” He exclaimed.

“You know, you would have made a wonderful lawyer.” You teased, sitting down.

Dean watched you as you dipped your fork into the pie and took a bite. Instantly your teeth hit something hard. Your heart jumped into your throat. Did you drop something in the pie? You pushed the object to the front of your mouth, and pulled it out. 

You held a gold ring in your hand, with a diamond about the size of your pinky fingernail. Some apple was still on it, and you wiped it away quickly. Then, you looked at Dean. He had gotten down on one knee, and looked nervous for once. “Y/N Y/L/N, I love you, and you’ve made the happiest man on earth. And I know how cliche that sounds, but will you marry me?”

“Yes!” You exclaimed, slipping the ring on and attacking Dean in a hug. You kissed him, and he held you tightly. Dean kissed you with more passion that you believed possible, and spun you around. 

Then Dean pulled out his phone, and dialed a quick number. “Sammy? She said yes!” Dean yelled into the phone, laughing from happiness. Dean said a few more words, then hung up, and took you in his arms again.

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Standing in your wedding dress, you spun around. Jo, your maid of honor, was fluffing your hair. Your other bridesmaids, Ellen, Charlie, and a few other hunters, were sitting around the room, talking about how excited they were. They all gushed over your dress, a simple strapless dress, with jewels along the collar. 

“How do I look?” You asked once you were completely ready.

“Dean is so lucky.” Charlie answered.

“You look amazing.” All the other girls agreed. 

Taking a deep breath, you walked to the church, and waited by the doors. You saw Bobby already waiting to walk you down the aisle, and he got tears in his eyes when he saw you. He kissed the top of your head, and brought you into a tight hug.

“You look great.” He said.

“Thanks Bobby.” You replied, kissing his cheek.

You heard music start playing, and people started entering the church. Your heart sped up, and you got a glimpse of men standing near the alter. 

It was your turn to walk in, and you heard a few gasps, and a few people start crying as you walked down. Your eyes connected with Dean’s, and he smiled widely as tears made his eyes glisten. Sam patted Dean’s back, and he laughed. 

You made it to the aisle, and Bobby gave Dean a tight hug, then let Dean take your arm. You kissed Bobby’s cheek before leaving him. “You look awesome.” Dean whispered as you stood before the priest.

The reception went on, mass was held, and the rings were exchanged. Dean’s vows were beautifully worded and went into depth about how much he loved you. Your favorite line was, “You make me forget about all the monsters, and make me feel human." 

You exchanged the rings, and then kissed. The room erupted in applause and you giggled into the kiss. When you pulled away, you were no longer Y/N Y/L/N, but Y/N Winchester.

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Four years later, and you were still happy. Dean, who was a great boyfriend, was an even better husband and father. You had one son, Sammy. He was three now, and made your life a million times better. 

You still lived in the bunker with Sam, but you didn’t mind, you loved it. Sam was a terrific uncle, he let Sammy ride around on his shoulders, and even took Sammy out so you and Dean could have some alone time. You were pregnant with another child, a daughter you were planning on naming Mary. 

You woke up suddenly to your bed shaking. Sammy was jumping up and down, smiling at you and Dean. "Wake up!” He exclaimed.

“What?” Dean groaned.

“Uncle Sam said he was making breakfast.” Sammy said, then stopped jumping and crawled between you and Dean. 

“Did Uncle Sam tell you to wake us up?” Dean asked.

“Yeah.” Sammy nodded. “Hi mommy.” He said to you, curling into your side.

“Hi honey.” You said, kissing his forehead. 

“Alright, let’s go.” Dean sighed, getting out of bed. He paused before leaving the room, and grabbed Sammy, and tossed him over his shoulder. Sammy shrieked in delight as Dean carried him to the kitchen. You laughed at them, and got out of bed. 

In the kitchen, Dean passed Sammy to Sam, and Sam held him over his head. “Oh, I’m gonna drop you!” Sam warned, making Sammy giggle. You loved your boys.

(I hope you like it!)

Friendly reminder that Sherlock still had this ring in his pocket when he was shot.

So what I want to know is, what happened to it?

I believe hospitals often give valuable personal items to friends and family to look after, so it probably would have ended up with John, who was there first.

Do you think he kept the box in his pocket, refusing to look at it? Or do you think he stared at the ring, fiddling nervously, idly circling it around his pinkie because it was the only finger that would fit…

One of the things i loved most about the scene where Hook looks through Emma’s box of memories was that the items he choose to focus on were items he could relate to - objects similar to items he’s been shown to be sentimental about…

The Ring:

After Hook’s hand was returned we saw him wearing a pinky ring. It wasn’t on his hand when Rumple cut it off; and Hook, after giving up his ship to come back for Emma, has literally nothing but the clothes on his back. Which means that that ring was something Hook has had on his person this whole time - it’s very significant to him.

The Photo: 

The reason Baelfire rejected Hook in Neverland - the drawing of Milah he found in Hook’s cabin. I believe the pain on his face when he saw that photo was all for Emma - Hook knows the pain of a broken heart and a lost love.

The Eyeglasses :

the two things we’ve seen of Hook’s in Gold’s shop have been his

  • telescope - which aids in sight (and he was very pleased to find)
  • his hand - a symbol of his disability. Emma’s glasses show that she too has an impairment, even if it is minor compared to his own.

Emma bared her soul to Hook by allowing him to look through that box.  And everything in it was something to which he could relate - heartaches all too similar to his own.  It was one more way for the writers to demonstrate just how kindred these two souls are.

this is really long, im sorry.

so i fell in love with this guy right? let me tell you about it. he was tall, handsome, hazel eyes, perfect teeth, breathtaking smile, large artistic hands. he was confident, ambitious, intelligent. he was extremely compassionate about things he loved; for example one thing was working out, having a job, talking about cars. i dont know really what it was that made me notice the sparkle in his eye whenever he talked about those things, i took interest in them because i could see how much he loved talking about those subjects. i loved to hear about it, i supported him in every way possible with those things. i loved to see the way his lips would slightly curve at the corners because of how excited he got when talking about things he immensely enjoyed. he was very caring, and considerate of eveyone he cared about. his brothers, his friends, me. he was faithful, funny, humble, generous. what i envy about him is the way he puts himself first. he was mature, he had goals in life and he was going to reach them whether or not he had to lose people getting to them. he doesnt take the shit talking, he knew that one day he was going to be right at the top where he wanted to be. he knew what exactly it was that he wanted. the way he made me feel, holy fuck there really are no words that i can put together in the english language to explain it. fucking fireworks, butterflies, the view at the top of a mountain, the exhilarating feeling you get when a rollar coaster drops, the breath you suck in quickly when someone surprises you, the impact that you feel when you fall, but youre ok. he made me feel like i was sipping on some type of something that you couldnt get anywhere. he made my heart skip beats, and my breath quicken. he was my home, my safe place, my happiness, my break away from the world, he was my deep breath on after a long day when im sitting home alone, he was the relieving hot water that i let run over my face in the shower. he was my satisfaction. he was everything i had ever wanted in a human being. he could make me smile with the blink of an eye. oh god how i loved kissing him, his lips felt like silk agaisnt mine. electricity flowed through my body everytime he touched me, and i swear it stayed warm exactly where he had touched me even after he let go. his arms were probably the most inviting thing ever. the way they completely engulfed me. he was so strong. he was so much he was just enough for me. he was everything. oh his smell; how to explain it? im not sure. his smell was godly like the best thing you could ever smell. i swear. i miss his smile, his laugh. his laugh, his laugh. his. laugh. it was my favorite song, just as his voice was. i could listen to his voice, or his laugh on repeat for days on end just like i could any one of my favorite songs. there was this place in between his pinky and his ring finger on his left hand like this small, barely noticeable indent where i loved running my finger against. oh how i miss him. i would do anything to go back. i fell so fucking hard for this boy, i let him completely destroy me, and oddly i wouldnt take it back. any second of it. he made me think about marriage even when i never wanted to get married. he made me think about forever when that is something i had never believed in. i want to travel the world someday alone. i have always been more of an “alone” person, but oh i would have traveled with him. all over the entire world. take him to all the most beautiful places, but even knowing that he was more beautiful than the image of the place itself. god maybe i am young to think of that shit, and maybe he wouldnt be the one, but he made me believe in things i had never before believed in. i loved him, i still love him. i am in love with him, and i wish i had the courage to tell him that, and i would if it werent for him leaving for someone better. god i swear i could keep going on, and on, and on forever about him. its him, it was always him, it will always be him.