#uncle arthur

Jack and Uncle Arthur + john and epilogue jack

Vintage MCM 1960’s Frigidaire Flair Custom Imperial Stove Bewitched Oven.

The Frigidaire Flair electric range, introduced in 1960, features a space-saving slide-out cooktop.

One of Pardini Appliance’s five restored Flairs, right, shares floor space with a Hotpoint Automatic electric range, circa 1923.

Gen fic Arthur Morgan & Abigail Roberts (canon Abigail / John as a background) • pre canon • baby Jack • no warnings

So I started writing this 6 years ago when my middlest kid was about Jack's age. Authentic tired momma realness. I think I'll finish it but here's a snippet to kick me into gear

It was early, the sun not yet fully over the horizon, when Arthur heard stirring coming from Abigail’s tent. He’d awoken early, as he always did, rising to that restless sense that there was work to be done just before the first morning birds began their calls. The campfire had fallen to embers, and it was as Arthur stoked it back into life, holding his black and bitter coffee to warm cold hands, that he’d heard those soft, small, sounds.  

A small, lonesome cry as Jack awoke - not for the first time since the adults of the gang had laid down to rest. Abigail’s soft “Hush, baby,” came seconds after, her voice hoarse and weary. A frown tugs at Arthur’s lips as he is reminded, yet again, of John’s absence. Marston had run off some seven months ago now, and there’d not been hide nor hair of him seen since. “Go to sleep Jackie, just a little longer, come on, now.” 

Arthur didn’t mean to eavesdrop. Truly, he didn’t. And it felt, sometimes, like he was getting too involved in the affairs of Abigail and the boy; Arthur knew if they all lived in polite society, perhaps it would be best if he were to marry Abigail, in John’s absence. Seeing as the bastard might as well be dead - or very well could be - and Arthur was the closest thing he had to a brother, and unwed himself. He downs his coffee in a quick, angry swallow, shaking his head as he tucks his mug away with the others near Pearson’s makeshift scullery. 

Today marks the 100th birthday of comic character actor Paul Lynde (1926-1982). My 2013 post on this comedy idol was a rather barebones critical appreciation of his acting style, so I thought it fitting to celebrate his extraordinary career in much greater detail today. It may seem a little dry given the famous personality of this sunburst of a man; so for more effusive description, see that…

Remembering Paul Lynde on his birthday! (June 13, 1926)

Known for his iconic wit and signature voice, Paul Lynde was a comedic genius whose flamboyance lit up TV screens long before queerness was safe to express openly in Hollywood.

Though he never publicly came out, Paul became a beloved figure in the LGBTQ+ community, subtly opening doors and cracking jokes that made us feel seen.

Happy Birthday to a legend who made being “different” look like dazzling fun. 💫

Uncle Tony, Uncle Arthur, and Aunt Marie! Happy with how the turned out but im not sure how i feel about tony’s mustache. Also Arthur’s mustache is based off of Game Luigi’s ‘stache.

Bewitched 📺