#annette hanshaw

[justbusterkeaton]

Music: Ain’t He Sweet by Annette Hanshaw

[missanthropicprinciple]

missing you // A Little Princess 1995 | lyrics from "Daddy Won't You Please Come Home" performed by Annette Hanshaw, composed by Sam Coslow, 1929 | art from The High Hills by Jill Barklem | quote from Jim Valvano | The Fighting Temeraire tugged to her last berth to be broken up 1838 painting by J. M. W. Turner, 1839 | The Shining Streets of London by Alfred Noyes | Pour Monsieur Concentree Chanel for men | My thoughts cannot move an inch without bumping into some piece of you. -j.a. | wood plane | how to fill cracks in wood | Pink Floyd, Dark Side of the Moon | In Memoriam A. H. H. by Alfred, Lord Tennyson | The Floor (1993) by Giorgos Rorris (b. 1963)

[ask-emma-the-cat]

Annette Hanshaw - We Just Couldn't Say Goodbye (1932)

[lesser-mook]

Daddy Won't You Please Come Home

This game is good #Recommended #Bioshock2 Where some see propaganda in Bioshock, I see a warning and a good use of a few hours in between the grind.🎮

[mr-e-gallery]

Mr. E Gallery Edmond Simpson Digital Collage Art 2023 vol 6

[oldshowbiz]

Early jazz singer Annette Hanshaw

[ariel-seagull-wings]

@a-roguish-gambit

[ Love Me Tonight // Annette Hanshaw ]

Life is so uncertain and no one seems to know How long we have to linger on Tomorrow we may both be gone Love me tonight Oh let me feel your arms And let me feel your kiss Then if this great big world must end Oh let it end like this My lips are yours forever, my heart is in your hand My love is yours to have, to hold Don’t wait until the moon is old Love me tonight.

[ask-emma-the-cat]

I've Got a Feeling I'm Falling

[alteregozowie]

🎶 "You wouldn't fooooool me, would yaaaa? You shouldn't foooool me, should ya? Could ya be true now, coooooould ya?" 🎶

[ariel-seagull-wings]

@a-roguish-gambit

[fictionkinfessions]

Heaven is real and it’s finding a Spotify playlist with all the vintage songs that played in Rapture and listening to it on loop for three hours :3 it’s not my fault music peaked with Daddy Won’t You Please Come Home by Annette Hanshaw!!!!

-A Little Sister who misses Rapture a whole lot

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[ariel-seagull-wings]

@a-roguish-gambit

It’s the Sunday sunshine.

Who’s That Knocking At My Door by Annette Hanshaw

[springsteens]

ON REPEAT🎶💜

tagged by @ronsenthal & @violaobanion

rules: shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and post the first 10 songs, then tag 10 friends to do the same

I. Ain't He Sweet by Annette Hanshaw

II. Nothing Compares 2 U by Sinead O'Connor

III. He'll Wait on Me by Paulette & The Cupids

IV. S.P.C.L.G. (Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Little Girls) by Betty Everett & The Society Girls

V. Hey Lover by The Daughters of Eve

VI. Why Do You Let Me Stay Here? by She & Him

VII. Brand New Cadillac by The Clash

VIII. You Got What It Takes by Barbara Mason

IX. I Say a Little Prayer by Aretha Franklin

X. Trouble by Elvis Presley

tagging: @aust-een (it's me sansaorgana from the main 💋) @dinsbeskar @sorrengailviolet @pierangelis @violetwanderer @zablife @the-makingsofgreatness @kuuutar @rooster-bradshaws @nefhertari

[bloody-peach]

Just a lil idea I thought up. Planning to use it for my upcoming longfic series. Demiromantic Alastor for life, baby. Red text is Alastor, obvs.

The song in question: Annette Hanshaw's "What Wouldn't I Do for That Man" (it's on YouTube, go listen and read along!)

Taglist: @omniuravity @fatgumsurpremacy-remastered @pinkhimecat @moths-and-mantids @neonvehk and other Alastor lovers!

So it's a Friday night, everyone was out partying, but you were staying in your room at the Hazbin Hotel, listening to the radio.

You heard the radio buzz on and you heard Alastor's voice on the radio.

You always loved whenever he came on, you'd listen to the classic tunes he'd play from the 1920s-1930s and you'd relax and let your mind wander.

You hear his voice on the radio, as calm and soothing as ever.

"Good evening, denizens of Hell. I hope you are all enjoying this lovely night. Now I have a special song for all of you lovers and dreamers out there. Annette Hanshaw's 'What Wouldn't I Do for That Man?'. And to that certain someone out there, (you know who you are), this one is for you, my dear."

You didn't hear that last sentence as you let the intro music take your mind to a different place, a place where you were with someone you adored and who adored you just as much, almost like a romance film. You couldn't help but sing along.

"Love was blind to me

Now it's kind to me

Love has opened my eyes

Since it came to me

Life's a game to me

With the sweetest surprise

I never knew how good it was to be

A slave to one who means the world to me"

You stand up, close your eyes and start to dance around the room, your feet moving with the beat and your body swaying to the tune as your voice matched up with the singer's.

"I loved that man from the start

And way down deep in his heart

I know he loves me, Heaven knows why

And when he tells me he can't live without me

What wouldn't I do for that man"

You imagined someone dancing with you, that anonymous stranger in your mind. You could almost feel their hands on you, their arm around your waist.

What you didn't know was....somebody was.

Alastor had let his shadow go through the radio into your room to have a dance with you. It effortlessly guided your steps, avoiding furniture so you can daydream without interruption.

You didn't even notice as you kept dancing and singing.

"He's not an angel or saint

And what's the odds if he ain't

With all his faults I know he'll get by

I'll be so true to him he'll never doubt me

What wouldn't I do for that man"

At the radio station, Alastor's mind was also wandering, wondering what you were up to. He wondered if you could hear the song he chose specifically for you. He hummed along to the tune as he found himself imagining what it would be like to dance with you, to have you in his arms. He could hear your voice singing this very song, a warm and soft voice like the coo of a dove. He smiled to himself, feeling that warm feeling in his chest whenever you came to mind. Usually, he'd be confused by it, but just for this one moment, he would stop fighting and let the feeling flow. For you.

"Oh when he lets me lean my weary head on his shoulder

I close my eyes right there and wish I never grow older"

Back to you, you could smell the faint hint of roses as you continued your dance. It let you sink deeper into your daydream, seeing yourself dancing with the stranger in a rose garden.

"I'll never leave him alone

I'll make his troubles my own

I love that man as nobody can

I'm just no good when his arms are about me

What wouldn't I do for that man

Oh what wouldn't I do for that man"

You felt a hand in your own, an arm around your waist as you swayed to the music. You didn't even notice Alastor's shadow letting you twirl and pulling you into its arms, wrapping them around your waist, your back to its chest. As the dance continued, you continued to sing,

"I'll never leave him alone

I'll make his troubles my own

I love that man better than I do myself

I'm just no good when his arms are about me

What wouldn't do for that man

Oh there's not a thing I wouldn't do for my man"

Just as the song was finished, you could almost feel that stranger's hand delicately hold the back of your head.

Then you felt the sensation of being kissed on the lips in reality, snapping you out of your fantasy, your eyes shooting wide open in surprise.

Then that sensation faded away and you fell onto the antique chaise, your face holding that same stunned expression as you touch your lips.

'What was that...?' You thought to yourself.

Alastor's shadow quickly retreated back to the radio before you could notice. Once it returned to its owner, it received a bonk on the head from Alastor's staff, along with the comment, "Cheeky little thing, aren't you?"

That's all!

[ariel-seagull-wings]

@a-roguish-gambit