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ENTP, ISFP, INFP, ENFP, INTP

What are each MBTI Type’s favourite conversation topics?

INTJ: Nietzche, the future

INTP: Science, what will they create

ENTJ: Their dreams, their idols, politics

ENTP: memes, penny-for-your-thoughts conversations

INFJ: morals, what they want to achieve

INFP: music, their wishes

ENFJ: politics, friendship, their dreams

ENFP: you will not get far before they change the topic to somet- OOH, A BUTTERFLY!!

ISTJ: politics, community, career

ISFJ: service, community

ESTJ: politics, career, bashing lefties

ESFJ: gossip, their kids, wine, cookies

ISTP: any tool or vehicle that they have

ISFP: art, music

ESTP: what they do for fun, parties, music

ESFP: dancing, relationships, parties, music

*ENTP & INFJ sitting in the mall eating ice cream watching people at a cash register.*

*Bunch of leeks falls down the floor at the other side of the register.*

INFJ: Should I go there and help? They didn’t see it falling down…

ENTP: No, don’t do that! This is my social experiment now! Let’s see when someone comes for help or they notice!

INFJ: But… I wanna help!

ENTP: It’s not a social Experiment anymore when you act in!

It’s not that I don’t have emotions. It’s like they’re in Chinese or something.

ENTP around me, talking about feelings.

ENTP/INFP/INFJ: Friends.

ENTP: Wow, INFJ is really stressing herself out about having guests.

INFP: Yea, but I guess I worry a lot to. But not beeing as busy.

ENTP: Ha, I don’t. That’s what I got INFJ for.

INFP: Right! Same! She always helps and does my partys with me!

INFP: … Are we bad friends?

ENTP: That’s a good question and I am afaird my empathy isn’t big enough to be fully sure but… Nah.

INFJ: *walks over*

INFJ:Hey, you guys alright?

INFP: I m so sorry.

INFJ: Huh? o.ô

ENTP/INFJ: Tandem Bicycle

*Tandem Bike drives by*

INFJ: … I would never ride a tandem. That’s so scary.

ENTP: Pft. Why that?

INFJ: I DON’T trust people. What if the other one screws everything up. Nope.

ENTP. I absolutely DON’T trust MYSELF! So big NOPE!

Exorcist : I am here to remove the demon that has possessed you.

xNTx : I didn’t call you.

Demon : I did. She keeps making me cry.

Enfp : do you know what time it is?

Entp :yes.

Enfp:

Entp :

Enfp : you’re not telling me are you?

Entp :no.

HelloARMY!

Just letting you know, second chapter of the fanfic is up. Our ENTP is not giving up on this project and it’s beautiful *wipes a tear* #proud.

Do bear with me as I shamelessly and rightfully hype up my blog partner…\(•_•)/

Thanks for your support and let’s get reading!



GAMBATTE!

Day 30 of quarantine

ENFP: *frantically baking cookies while there are 20+ trays of cookies around the kitchen*

ENTP: *pacing and solving their 121st rubix cube, occasionally bumping into walls*

INFP: *singing “I Won’t Say I’m In Love” passionately to a lamp while crying and acting out every single scene while doing so*

ENTJ: *Rocking back and forth drinking their 35th cup of coffee*

INTP: *Smacking themselves with their PS4 controller*

INTJ: *Frantically petting their pet snake on the sofa* We’re fine

ENTP: Ugh, ISTJ, you’re such a goodie two-shoes

ISTJ: No, I’m not!

ENTP: Oh, yes, you are! You’re like an unsalted pretzel

ISTJ: What do you mean?

ENTP: You’re like if school and news had a baby

ENFP: Get some spice into you, ISTJ!

ISTJ: I can be spicy! look, my shoe’s untied, and I’m not even gonna retie it! Actually, I am. I could trip

ENTP: “Ladies and gentlemen” is unnecessarily gendered, overly formal, lengthy, and honestly I’m falling asleep already.

ENTP: “Cowards,” on the other hand, is inclusive to all genders, casual and fun, short and to the point, exciting, and dramatic.

Midnight Thoughts #1

I’ve always been an enthusiast when it comes to humor ever since my father had planted an embryo inside my mother’s womb. I’m not really sure whether it has something to do with my father’s humorous genetics or if I just happen to be born like Joker. Of course, minus the insane amount of flour and lipstick on my face.
My mother wasn’t really pleased with my absurdity because 1.) She wanted me to act womanly and that 2.) She doesn’t really want a killer clown daughter who takes cocaine every single night on school days. Btw, my mother is a Christian so I pretty much get her but I lowkey question if I was really her daughter or if my father just happened to duplicate himself (inside my mother) as his very own female version.

ENTPs be like:

“Deadlines are so damn near, yet I still had the audacity to procrastinate.”

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