#incorrect acomaf quotes

[acomaflove]

Rhysand and Azriel: *walk into the room laughing*

Feyre: SHHHHHH! You’ll wake the baby.

Rhysand, whispering: I thought Mor was babysitting Nyx tonight?

Feyre: She is.

Rhysand:

Feyre:

Azriel:

Rhysand, LOUDLY whispering: THEN WHO IS THE BABY?!?

Feyre: *points to Cassian passed out on the sofa*

Rhysand: You did not just refer to a 500+ year old war general as a BABY.

Feyre: Correction: An Illyrian Baby.

[depressedreader209]

Nesta: Our relationship is strictly professional.

Cassian, sitting on Nesta’s lap: Absolutely. Only on business.

[acourtofmishapandmistakes]

Lucien, trying to buy a Father's day card:

Lucien: Excuse me, do you have any that just say "You are my dad"

Associate: Well I-

Lucien: How about "You banged my mom"

Associate: No...

Lucien: You know what, I'll just get a blank one

Lucien, writing in the card: You are a father. This is a day. Here is a card.

[velidewrites]

Rhysand: We should get married Feyre: We've been dating for less than a month Rhysand: And I think I've shown incredible restraint waiting this long

[i-only-see-daylight]

*Having a family dinner*

Amren: Can you pass the pepper?

Cassian: What’s the magic word?

Amren: *Clearly not impressed*

Amren: *Starts chanting in the old language*

Cassian: *Panicking and shoving pepper into Amren's hands* JUST TAKE IT! TAKE IT, OH MY GOD!

[nebarious]

Rhysand : In your opinion, how do you define stupidity?

Azriel : *turns to Nesta* How do you define Cassian?

Nesta: Stupid

[ephemeralsx]

luciens thoughts during the second trial:

[iwillwalkthroughthefire]

The Inner Circle: Hey, Cassian, does it freak you out at all that Nesta is literally death incarnate?

Cassian: Smash.

[likeiwishiknew]

Gwyn: Do you speak French?

Azriel: Only between your legs.

[divinemare]

Mareena (OC): Fight me! 

Cassian: Ha, look at your size! What are you gonna do, kick my ankle? 

*Later* 

Rhys: Why is Cassian crying? 

Azriel: Mare kicked him really hard on the ankle.

[acomaflove]

Azriel: *sneezes and shadows come out of his nose*

Rhysand:

Amren:

Morrigan:

Cassian:

Feyre:

Nesta: ………So we are all just going to ignore that?

Cassian: Oh my bad; bless you, Azriel.

Nesta: THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT

[depressedreader209]

Azriel: If we don’t get out of this alive… If we’re both about to die… I love you, Cassian! *Neither of them die* Cassian: … Azriel: … Cassian: So do you wanna talk about somethi- Azriel: No thank you.

[incorrectacotarwords]

Azriel: …

Eris: *eyes covered in shadows* where am I?

Azriel: You’re in hell

Eris: This is more like my daydreams than my nightmares but ok

Credit to @iftheshoef1tz for the idea

[acourtofmishapandmistakes]

Nesta: You know, Rhysand gives Feyre flowers everyday. I wish you'd do that too.

Cassian: Okay.

Later that same day.

Cassian, handing Feyre flowers:

Feyre:

Cassian: I don't know, I'm confused as well.

[velidewrites]

Rhysand: My standards are very high, actually. I prefer well-mannered, graceful—

Feyre: *stumbles into the room, covered in mud and blood, wyrm carcass thrown over her shoulder*

Rhysand:

Rhysand: I want that one

[i-only-see-daylight]

Cassian, staring lovingly at Nesta: I would die for you.

Nesta, reading her books: Then perish.