#kadison

[dekaohtoura]

#my music #joshua kadison #Youtube

[cherrycolaswrld]

Jessie Paints You Pictures About How It’s Gonna Be 🩵

#it girl #beach aesthetic #beachgirl #beachvibes #cats of tumblr #song #Joshua kadison

[iamarealsoulandbody]

And there are lines upon my face,

from a lifetime of smiles.

But when the time comes to embrace.

for one long last while.

We can laugh about it, how time really flies.

We won't say goodbye, 'cause true-love never dies.

You'll always be beautiful, in my eyes.

#spotify #song for you #music #song #joshua kadison #beautiful in my eyes

[jerzwriter]

Question totally unrelated to OH (and I hope that's okay)

But what did you think about Kate and Toby getting divorced? And Kevin getting back together with Sophie, instead of Maddison? 🤧

AHHH, I love this question because I was such a HUGE This is Us fan.

*sigh* get a cup of tea, and let's sit down on this. lol

Kate and Toby... I can absolutely see how they could end up divorced. It wasn't unrealistic as couples do grow apart, and there were definitely cracks in their own characters and their relationship that could lead to it. Do I wish they had done it...mmmm.... no. The whole Kate/Phillip pairing was so quick, forced, and not believable that when we saw "future" scenes, it still felt like Toby was Kate's "person," not Phillip.

Kevin and Sophie... I will be forever bitter about this. Forever. lol In my opinion, Kevin and Sophie's relationship was SO toxic, and he was fucked up SO many times. Getting them back together sent a horrible message. I literally was yelling at the TV... "SOPHIE! Have an IOTA Of self-respect, PLEASE!!!!" (For the record, she didn't listen.)

I would have liked to see a Kevin/Madison develop into a true love story, but even if they hadn't gone that route, I still would have rather had Kevin end up alone - and totally OK with it (because it IS OK), or with someone else. I was really unhappy with that ending.

TBH.. the last season had its moments for sure, but it felt so rushed in many ways. The Madison/? (don't even remember his name) romance was as forced and pointless as Kate & Phillips. It was disappointing.

Now, you have to tell me your take! :)

#this is us #katoby #still team kadison #asks answered

[tfblovesmusic]

First heard the song - covered by a girl much younger than me and her father - at elementary school watching a talent show in 2000. Back then, I asked around for who the artist was, but my search ended a good 22 years later.

#beautiful in my eyes #joshua kadison #1993 #90s music

[itsnothingbutluck]

#Joshua Kadison - Shine

[little-diable]

Jessie - Dean Winchester (smut)

Another song fic, are we surprised? No, we aren’t. We really aren’t. Inspired by the song “Jessie” by Joshua Kadison. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader is missing Dean too much, so she tells him all about the places she wants to visit with him – mere dreams Dean is set on turning real.

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected piv, car sex, very fluffy

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader (1.6k words)

“Hello?” Dean’s raspy voice echoed through the motel room, eyes flickering to the alarm clock placed on the old nightstand, reading 5:01 am. With a sigh leaving him, he plopped back down on the bed, waiting for her to start talking, not yet fully awake just yet. 

“Dean? Hi, uhm, It’s me.” His heart skipped a beat at the sound of (y/n)’s voice, unable to stop his smile from spreading. With his tongue kissing his teeth he allowed himself to relax even further into the mattress, happy to hear the voice of the woman he had been in love with for years. “Did I wake you? I probably did, huh?”

“It’s alright, sweetheart. What’s going on? Nightmares again?” A hum left her, he could hear (y/n) shuffling around, probably trying to get comfortable on her mattress – the mattress he hadn’t been laying on for weeks, missing her more than words would ever be able to describe. “Talk to me, what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.”

“You know, I’ve been thinking about a trailer by the sea, we could go to Mexico. We'll drink tequila and look for seashells. Doesn’t that sound sweet?” Dean’s heart couldn’t help but ache at the words rolling off her tongue, a quiet confession he longed for just as much as she did, desperate to grab her and a few boxes filled with clothes, set on moving away from the life Dean was fully stuck in. 

“That does sound sweet indeed. You can always sell your dreams to me, you know that, darling.” For a few seconds neither of them spoke up, cherishing the quiet this night offered to them, minds taking them to the places they could only dream of, wondering if they’d ever be fortunate enough to spend their upcoming years together, somewhere new, somewhere where nobody knew either one of them. “I’ll try to drive down next week, we should be done here soon.”

“Don’t feel pressured, we both know you and Sammy are the only ones who can save this world.” Dean’s raspy chuckles clawed through him, fingers rubbing his tired eyes. Before either one of them could speak up once again, the door of the motel room was pushed open, exposing a sweaty Sam, returning from his morning run. And with a low “I love you, sweetheart” Dean ended the call, not sparing the teasing smirk his brother wore any of his attention. 

……

She woke with a gasp, eyes finding an all too familiar pair of green ones. Dean’s cold hands were settled on her waist, waking her from her nap. With a gasp rumbling through (y/n), she pulled him down, arms wrapped around his neck, legs around his waist, murmuring his name as if she was trying to convince herself that he was actually there with her.

“I missed you, sweetheart.” Dean murmured his words against her neck, fingers teasing her skin, trying to pull her even closer, not daring to let her go just yet. Oh how he had missed being with her, how he had missed the four walls she called her own, allowing Dean to find his way back to her whenever he could squeeze in a few calmer days. 

“God, I missed you too, so much. How are you? Any scratches I should take care of?” One of her hands began to stroke its way down his spine, feeling the muscles flex beneath her touch. Her touch had something awfully familiar to it, and yet Dean still struggled to accept that she was his, his only. 

„No, I am okay. Come, I want to take you somewhere.“ Dean rose from the bed once again, hand stretched out for her to take. She looked up at him for a few moments, confusion swimming in her pupils till she finally gave in, allowing Dean to pull her in for another tight hug. “You trust me, right?”

“Of course I do.” Her giggles were swallowed by the kiss Dean pressed to her lips, hands placed on her waist, keeping her close. For a few seconds they allowed themselves to get lost in the kiss, communicating the emotions their bodies have been taken up by for the past days, their every longing, the pain of missing one another too damn much.  

“Let’s go, I don’t want to be late.”

……

Hours later (y/n) found herself sitting in Baby’s comfortable seat, hand placed on Dean’s thigh, eyes focused on the rising sun. For the past hours Dean had driven them closer and closer to this very place, the beach (y/n) had been longing for. It had taken her a while to understand where he was taking her, and yet she still couldn’t believe that this was real, that he had actually taken her longings to heart.

“I love you, Dean.” A few tears welled up in her eyes, a sight that left Dean grinning, pulling her in for a slow kiss. She didn’t interrupt the sweet gesture, not as she rose from her seat, not as she allowed Dean to pull her into his lap. It didn’t take long for the kiss to grow rather heated, tongues meeting, teeth clashing, hands tugging. 

The fire his mere touch managed to alight inside of her even managed to distract (y/n) from the beautiful sunrise, back turned towards the shore. Her hands found the hemline of his shirt, tugging on the worn out fabric in a desperate attempt to free Dean from the layers of clothing keeping them separated.

“Backseat, I want you to be comfortable.” Dean’s murmurs rumbled through Baby, begging (y/n) to let go for just a few moments, wordlessly crawling back with Dean following moments later. She watched him pull his shirt over his head, exposing the skin she had been longing for, greedily moving her hands up and down his chest. “My pretty girl, fuck, how I missed you. One day it’ll be just us two, I'll love you in the sunshine, lay you down in the warm, white sand, and who knows maybe this time, things will turn out just the way you planned.” 

With a smile thrown his way, (y/n) couldn’t help but marvel at her boyfriend, the handsome man her heart had always been aching for. Only the hurried movements of Dean’s fingers managed to rip her out of her thoughts, freeing her from her jeans, with her panties soon following. He longed to fully undress her, and yet it wasn’t a risk he was willing to take, not when somebody could walk past the car any moment. She was his to admire, his to love, certainly not somebody he’d ever willingly share.

“Dean,” she whimpered his name, needing to feel him buried deep inside of her, not caring about any teasing, any foreplay that would keep him away from her any longer. Her body was aching for his touch, folds covered with her arousal, a sight that left his cock twitching – he could cum right there and then, Dean was sure of it. Within a few moments he had freed his cock, hand wrapped around him as he brushed the tip through her folds, lubing himself with her arousal. 

Their eyes connected as Dean pushed into her, slowly, taking a few moments to adjust to the sensation that left both moaning in unison. For a second neither of them dared to move, relishing in the familiar closeness, the beautiful feeling they were desperate for whenever they were away from one another. Only as (y/n) choked on his name, fingernails clawing at his neck, did Dean dare to move, quickly building a fast pace. 

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, feels heavily, fucking heavily.” His praises rumbled through Baby, echoing off the four sides that felt like home to the two of them. (Y/n) couldn’t reply, at least not verbally, could only moan and whimper whenever he hit her swollen spot. Dean’s eyes were focused on her pleasure-drunken features, the eyes that had rolled back into her head, the teeth that were drawing blood from her lower lip, a sight so beautiful Dean could only hope he’d eventually take this memory to the grave. 

Their bodies met over and over again, hands searching one another’s closeness, limbs trembling, very well aware of their way too quickly arising highs. Dean was set on fucking her into oblivion, set on making her forget her own name, just for the sweetest high they were oh so close to. Her walls fluttered around him, begging him to finally push her over the edge as one of her hands found her heat, rubbing her pulsing bundle of nerves.

(Y/n) called out his name as she came, head pushed off the seat to find his lips, swallowing the deep groans rumbling through Dean. He fucked her through her high, prolonging her orgasm as he chased his own, only letting go of her seconds before he came. With a deep exhale Dean came on her lower stomach, painting her skin white – a moment she had been dreaming of for nights on end, a moment that felt more intimate than any others. 

“I love you, so fucking much, Dean Winchester.” With a laugh clawing through Dean, he kissed her one last time before he reached for a tissue, carefully cleaning up. He murmured the loving three words right back at her, eyes finding their way to the red painted ocean and the burning sky. 

#Dean Winchester smut #Dean Winchester x reader #Dean Winchester imagine #supernatural smut

[ashiqui]

@littlestpersimmon (x) / @alaiganuza on ig (x) / cate mighell, eating mangoes / mayabhushan nagvenkar, indian mango / eve babitz / (x) / mandar marathe, mangoes (x) / joshua kadison / julia sent (x) / @dennisbhooper on twt (x) / @martina.dinatale on ig (x) / (x) / amir khusrau, he visits my town once a year / fernando amorsolo (x) / s e, mango (x)

#parallels #webs #web weaving #comparatives #word collage #on mangoes #mangoes #mango #compilation #art #desi tag #food cw #useraish #tuserabbie #userdahlias #usercim #uservivaldi #userfern #userxoames #*

[danieljreboot]

#Spotify

[vayalda]

List 10 songs with 10 names in the titles that I like, and then tag 10 people.

Thanks @musing-and-music for the tag!

Santa Maria – Kelly Family

Danny Boy – Kelly Family

Mairi’s Wedding – Angelo Kelly and Family

Paddy On The Railway – Angelo Kelly and Family

Mandy – Westlife

Annie’s Song – John Denver

Jessie – Joshua Kadison

Proud Mary – Tina Turner

Maria – West Side Story

Für Elise - Lang Lang

Tagging @merianana @tsubame17 @wirettewirette @ilikeblue @captainelliecomb @delirium1995 @hydroxicacid @areweintheclear @rattesbite @pollyna if and when you want and anyone else who would like to

#tag game #music

[falleraatje]

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite accs (positivity is cool)🎶✨

Ich kann mich nicht mehr erinnern, welche Songs ich beim letzten Mal genannt habe. Wetten, es sind wieder die gleichen dabei?

1) Science and Faith - The Script

2) Regen und Meer - Juli

3) The Fixer - Lori McKenna

4) Zeugnistag - Reinhard Mey

5) Jessie - Joshua Kadison

#wieder mal hier mit meinem fragwürdigen Musikgeschmack #ask #lu-inlondon

[josephinegerardywriter]

Tag Game: Word Find

Thank you so much for the tag @sleepyowlwrites!!

My words are panic, pressure, play, and prick, with bonus words: passable and particular(ly). I shall, as usual, be using Puppet Kingdom for this! :)

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Panic

Anger was only one emotion blobbing my senses in this moment, and more greatly shadowed by distress and overthinking panic. Just what was his story, really? What did he know? Could he answer my questions, or did he root into the source of my troubles?

Play

"Yes, yes, you've asked us fifteen times already." Meira bats her hand, oblivious to the tension. "Oh, oh!" She squeezes my shoulder in an excited grip. "A dressmaker! That is just what I need. We'll have to stop there while we're in Seordes. Kadison, you have to let me."

I blink, belatedly registering the building behind the boy. The terracotta-colored shop has a comforting look about it, contrasting with the surrounding pointy-edged, colossal city, and its porch displays a sign telling of tailors inside.

Prick

[August] leads us to a long table I hadn’t caught in my first inspection of the room. Surprisingly, it's the tidiest place around and on it are colossal leather-bound books with shimmery surfaces. Spell books.

Curiosity prickles within my chest, thundering my heart. Are they going to use magic now?

Particular(ly)

A second passes before Novalie's eyes light up as if she just thought of something particularly amusing. "I meant to ask earlier, but how is Meira's dear Donatien doing?"

I chuckle in spite of myself, eager for the change of subject. "I have no idea."

The infamous Donatien Allard. I have never met him, and Meira could count the instances she had on one hand. He is her betrothed borne of an arranged marriage, but you couldn't get Meira's real opinion on him even if you tried. Every time he's mentioned, she reacts differently. I've seen ten contradictions so far.

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I shall tag (with no pressure!) @akindofmagictoo, @stardustspiral, @ashen-crest, and whoever else would like to do this! Your words are breathe, break, bath, and brave. :)

#enjoy the ambiguous 'he' in 'panic' #tag game #tag game: word find #my writing #word find tag #wip: Puppet Kingdom #searching circle #sleepyowlwrites

[collecting-stories]

what is YOUR favorite song? 🙈

Oh gosh…I don’t know if I can even accurately answer this question. I want to have some like, really deep, meaningful song that wows people lol but it’s not that at all 🤣 I don’t even think it’ll come up in Spotify to link here…but it’s Jessie by Joshua Kadison.

#pretty sure I’ve known the words to this song since I was 3 years old #it’s one of my mom’s favorite albums #there’s a cat named Moses in the song #what’s not to love

[as-a-matter-of-whump]

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🎶🎶🎶 always up for new music :D

Not sure if I’m the ideal person to recommend new music, but here you go! :D

Learn To Fly - Foo Fighters

"Run and tell all of the angels this could take all night, think I need a devil to help me get things right."

Okay, yes, this is very much an inside joke but it makes me smile a lot :D

Shallow - Lady Gaga, Bradley Cooper

“In all the good times, I find myself longin' for change And in the bad times, I fear myself”

I know this is absolutely cheesy but I just love this song <3

Painted Desert Serenade - Joshua Kadison

He tells her "I wanna paint you naked on a big brass bed, with bright orange poppies all around your head" And she says "Crazy old man, Im not young anymore" "Thats all right" He whispers. "I've never painted before."

I just think it’s incredibly cute :)

Bitter Sweet Symphony - The Verve

'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, that's life Tryna make ends meet, you're a slave to money then you die

That song’s from the Cruel Intentions soundtrack - rather boring film, but the soundtrack just slaps! :D

#asks #worldofwhumpcraft #thank you for asking!!! :D

[xxsksxxx]

when you get this, put 5 songs you actually listen to, then publish. Send this ask to 10 of your followers (positivity is cool)

randomfoggytiger

when you get this, put 5 songs you actually listen to, then publish. Send this ask to 10 of your followers (positivity is cool) 

Thank you so much @bakedbakermom and @randomfoggytiger 💕

Oi, five songs. That's so hard. The music I listen to depends so much on my mood.

Here are five songs I listened to on my commute today: Harry Styles “Sign of the Times”, Chris Stapleton “Tennessee Whiskey”, Joshua Kadison “Picture Postcards from L.A.” Miley Cyrus “Flowers” and ABBA “Angeleyes”.

Thanks for tagging me and yes positivity is cool! 💕

#personal asks

[karaoketracks]

Beautiful In My Eyes by Joshua Kadison Custom Mix Backing Track