velma x marcie

everybody loves to talk about velma and daphne but y’all seem to forget that velma and hot dog water from mystery incorporated were obviously gay

A Public Service Announcement From Marcie Fleach

“Hi. Marcie standing in for Rubber here, because he’s dozy and sorta stream-of-consciousness and that’s when I strike.”

“Marcie…”

“V, stand down. I’ve got this. …Hey. Rubber’s been MIA lately ‘cause Tumblr now requires a more recent Mac OS—and he doesn’t have room to install one this week. He can still message you… if you’re into that… but he can’t blog or reblog unless he hacks a friend’s machine. Like I’m doing now with Fred’s.”

“What?! You give that back before—”

“Don’t beg, V, you’re stronger than that. Actually, go ahead. It’s strangely cute.”

“Hmm. Marcie, if I’m not mistaken—”

“…this is becoming a free-form drabble without any plot? I know. I like it that way. We’ve been brooding too much about the time reset lately. I just want to study mineral erosion, tease Fred without him knowing, tease Daphne with her knowing, beat Shaggy at Risk, occasionally take over this blog, and kiss you a lot.”

"Jink—”

“Uh-uh. No more Jinkies. Just swear imaginatively, like me. Next time I die, my tombstone’s gonna say ‘Here lies Marcie, with her hair all mussed. She may have smelled funky, but she knew how to cuss.’”

“Marcie, you don’t actually swear very much.”

“No, but I want that damn tombstone. Hey, look, I swore.”

“Hey, look, Marcie Fleach is demonstrably not going to be quiet at any time tonight.”

“You know you like it.”

“That’s up for debate. Look, we’ve still got half a pizza from yesterday. And lo, it was good. Put your mouth to something more usef—MMF.”