RTC (Ride the cyclone) Headcannons and ships !

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Mischa and Noel:

Mischa : I have one brain cell and it bounces around in my skull like a windows screen saver.

Mischa : When it hits a corner perfect, I'm allowed one good 

Noel: *sharpens knife* We've got ways of making people talk.

Noel: *cuts piece of cake*

Mischa : ...Can I have some?

Noel: Cake is for talkers.

Mischa , trying to comfort Noel: What's the problem? Anxiety? Low self-esteem? Obsessive thoughts of random arson? I've been there.

Noel: Being gay is a constant battle between "I wish to sit on a window bench with my lover, our legs tangling as we listen to the birds" and "Hey, let's go throw rocks at fascists" and I think that's very sexy of us.

Mischa : If the window's open and you time it right, you can do both.

Ocean and Constance:

*Constance and Ocean are in a car teetering on the edge of a cliff*

Constance: oh my god, Ocean, backwards!

Ocean: Really, Constance? I thought I might go forwards into the river, I thought that would be a fun thing to do.

Ocean: If karma doesn't hit you, I fucking will.

Constance: What's your greatest weakness?

Ocean: Interpreting the semantics of a question, but ignoring the pragmatics.

Constance: Could you give an example?

Ocean: Yes, I could.

Constance: *closes a cabinet*

*a crash is heard behind the cabinet door*

Ocean: What was that?

Constance: The sound of someone else's problem.

Constance, at Ocean's funeral: I need a moment with them.

Everyone else at the funeral: Of course. *leaves*

Constance, leaning over Ocean's coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you're not dead.

Ocean, sitting up in the coffin: Yeah, no shit.

Constance: Boo! Boo, I say!

Ocean: Constance?

Constance: Oh, I am not Constance. I am the scariest thing known to mankind. A failed math test!

Ocean: Yeah, right... I'm gonna move on now...

Constance: You can run, but it won't be to the college of your choice!

Ricky and Jane/Penny:

Jane/Penny, putting their hands over Ricky 's eyes: Guess who!

Ricky : It's either Jane/Penny or the cold, clammy hands of death.

Jane/Penny, putting their hands away: It's Jane/Penny!

Ricky : Dammit.