witty pun

xNFx Friends


  • Seems very chill and easygoing.
  • Is easygoing indeed, but camouflages stress very well.
  • Has a tendency to prioritize everyone that matters to him.
  • Can be very withdrawn when it comes to his feelings.
  • Stupid (yet funny) misunderstandings happen because he refuses to be “selfish” (meaning he refuses to tell what he thinks/feels).
  • Always creates a friendly atmosphere.
  • Has the most genuine smile.
  • Loyal™.
  • Has been in love with his best friend ever since they met.
  • Good student, is not really at the top of the class.
  • Every time he gets in trouble, it’s ENTP’s fault.
  • Healthy lack of ambition.
  • High emotional intelligence.
  • Has a very solid routine
  • assuming responsibilities has become one of his hobbies.
  • Bookworm. Loves novels.

Common phrases include:

–  “Let’s hear their version first”.
–  “Call me if you need anything”.
–  “It’s no bother”.
– “But what about my heart?” (As a response to INTP and ISTP telling him he should care less).


  • Sees everything, understands everything, says little, does nothing.
  • Prefers to be unnoticed.
  • Incredibly intelligent.
  • But the lack of motivation is real (drives INTJ nuts “such a wasted talent”).
  • She secretly is the main nexus of the group since she’s adopted them all.
  • Sleep deprived™.
  • Has become one of ENFJ’s closest friends.
  • Can see the best and worst of everyone.
  • Soft and delicate (but don’t mess with her loved ones).
  • Has a very specific “yeah, we knew that” look with INFJ.

Common phrases include:

–  "You shouldn’t have said that" (whispered to ISTP’s blunt self).
–  "I’m never fixing others’ problems again" (fixes everyone’s problems).
–  "Are you sure that’s a good idea?“


  • His academical success in a specific subject depends like 40% on his interest and 60% on his opinion about the teacher.
  • Is not the best student.
  • Still has many generic skills (such as good analysis and writing) of useful application.
  • Spends his free time reading whenever he is not in small groups of friends.
  • Witty puns. 
  • Feels like he is always wasting his time.
  • He likes to pretend that nothing really affects him that much, but he cares very deeply.
  • Whenever in larger groups of people, he remains quiet and silently analyzes everyone.
  • A lot of smirks.
  • And a lot of dark humour.
  • He looks tough, but his skin is too thin for all his emotions.
  • Has a thirst for knowledge.
  • Normally keeps his conclusions for himself.
  • The result is that he knows much more than people are aware of.
  • He doesn’t look forward to being the center of attention, but he handles it quite smoothly.
  • ISTP and INTP find him very entertaining.

Common phrases include:

–  "Humans suck. And I’m human, so I suck, too”.
–  "Yeah… I already knew that".
–  "Oh, is that so, you *insert witty insult*“.
–  "Sorry, can’t talk now, I’m busy regretting all my decisions”.


  • Thinks rules are important but is constantly breaking them unconsciously.
  • Good friend™.
  • Says “I’m sorry” way too much.
  • Kind heart.
  • Smiles a lot.
  • Starts everything, ends nothing.
  • Has tried all extracurricular activities.
  • Says she’s not afraid of commitment and responsibility.
  • Can’t commit to an ice-cream flavour.
  • Very difficult to upset. Unless you mess up with her loved ones.

Common phrases include:

–  "But it’s so cute" (as a response ro ENTJ best friend telling her something is useless).
–  "Planning? I think I’ll pass".
–  "Oh, no… Oh, no" (every time she realises there was work to do).

Shared traits

  • Compassionate and caring beings.
  • Strong sense of others.
  • Solid moral base.
  • They care more than they would like to admit.
  • Might be to a higher (ENFJ and ENFP) or lower (INFJ and INFP) degree but they believe the world can actually work better.
  • Yes to deep meaningful conversations.
  • Self loath danger.
  • Need to feel in the mood in order to do something.
  • Easiest way to lose their trust forever: make them feel used and/or manipulated.


IxxJ squad

xNTx squad

BTS reaction to you making a pun/saying lame pick-up lines


Jin would absolutely adore every pun and pick-up line you said. He would laugh so hard each time and you two would always get into pun wars. He would be head over heels for you. “You’re just like a kitten! Purr-fect!”

Originally posted by jitamin


Yoongi would just shake his head with a smile on his face. He would think it was funny, but just sigh every time you told one. Sometimes he’d surprise you by saying a pun or two, but not often. “Are you finished yet?” He would say, with a small sigh and a grin.

Originally posted by yoo-ngie


He would either laugh so hard or he would just make his famous “J-Nope” face. Hobi would always try to think of ones to tell you, but you could always guess them before he even said them. “Jagiiiiii! That’s not fair! Stop being so good at guessing them!” He would giggle.

Originally posted by hosoeks


He wouldn’t want to laugh, but he couldn’t help it. Namjoon would love the witty humour of the puns you told. Or the pure corniness of your pick-up lines would force a smile out of him, even though he didn’t want to. “Will you ever run out of puns?” He’d chuckle

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned


Jimin would cringe so hard every single time you said a pick-up line, depending on how corny it was. If it was too much, he would just cover his face and have a secret cringe attack. He didn’t mind the puns, he would often guess them but still laugh anyways. “You’re such a dork!”

Originally posted by softfluffytae


He would laugh at them and join in saying them with you from time to time. He wasn’t too good at making them up but he would try to go along with it as you kept making new ones up. "You’re so silly! I love you!!!”

Originally posted by taesverynofun


He. Would. Cringe. Jungkook would haaate all the jokes and puns you made. He would laugh and cringe at the same time. He would give you the look of just pure annoyance when you said one but laugh anyways. Once you said one he would just shake his head. “Shut up!” He would laugh, as most people do when a pun is made.

Originally posted by jayfatuasian

Courfeyrac headcanons

Always looking for new music to show his friends
Once bought 800 revision cards on impulse and has only used 11 so far
Wakes up with the worst bed head
Calls Enjolras his son
Tries to make witty puns but fails everyday
Takes good care of his skin
He was the one to get jbm together
Life models for Grantaire occasionally
Loves comic sans (cos he’s classy)
Rocks a feather boa
Gives ferre backrubs because he gets so stressed
Is generally the most fabulous person in a room at all times

INs Flirting

INTP: SO. MANY. WITTY. PUNS. Either that or a solid minute of blushing and stammering.

INFP: “You make my heart blossom like a poetic flower under the incandescent glow of the moon.”

INTJ: Will probably compliment the other person on their intelligence. 

INFJ: *makes long, meaningful eye contact then looks away as if nothing has happened*

anonymous asked:

I had a dream about you the other night where I recognized you since I follow you on tumblr and I didn't want you to know I follow you because I had a crush on you and didn't want to scare you away. Anyway I thought it would be a good idea to seduce you with a really funny and witty pun but I messed up the punch line and you laughed at me...

I would have laughed either way

anonymous asked:

How would UT Sans and SF Sans react to his s.o being a really aggressive flirter (only towards them tho)

UT!Sans: See this guy is the master of dropping subtle hints and the occasional flirt. And usually he’s pretty level headed, it’s really not easy to throw him off. But your flirting, oh man he’s actually blushing. He regains his cool eventually. And he’ll flirt back as good as he can. But you’ve got him flustered, and since the way to his heart is through witty one liners and puns, you’re gonna have him blushing and snorting out of laughter. To be honest he doesn’t really mind it, he’s having a good time. He gets better at keeping his composure though. And after a while he flirts back effortlessly. His goal is to get you to be as flustered as he was. 

SF!Sans: He flirts right back at you, turning it into a competition. You’re not allowed to be superior at something like this. He must win. He gets so desperate. And if you keep at it his flirts turn into more… suggestive remarks. Eventually he’s just going to drag you away from the public eye. Which is good because otherwise you might scar some children for life. He’s got all that pent up aggression to take out now. And this is literally what happens every god damn time. The guy can’t let some things go. 

HP House Aesthetics
  • Gryffindor: paint splatters, bruises, beat up Converse, worn out t-shirts, fighting bullies, permanent sweat stains, scrapes, dirty pick-up trucks, lazy Saturday afternoons, wrestling with your dog, the smell of fresh cut grass, unintentional staring at pretty girls, the taste of blood in your mouth after a punch, the sharp taste of cinnamon, the smell of burning wood, holding the door open for someone, loud music, desperately wanting to be remembered, bright and colourful tattoos, boisterously stubborn, dirty jokes, jarring hugs that make your heart happy, chocolate chip cookies, rough neck kisses, grocery store raids at 2AM, loud and reverberating and body-shaking anger, "love is unpredictable, it's that fiery feeling in your soul when you realize that you've chosen to protect someone and fight for them above all else. love is freeing."
  • Slytherin: the smell of freshly trimmed trees, the crunch of fresh snow underfoot, running through the forest, truth or dare, thunderstorms, lingering kisses, protecting friends and family, sharp retorts, proving to people who have failed you that you don't need them, driving fast with the windows down, close-knit friend groups, action and drama movies, long walks on the beach at night, hugging someone tightly after not seeing them for months, peppermint & chocolate, fresh cologne, wanting to accomplish something meaningful, intense and passionate anger that brings a flood of tears, avoidance/dislike of change, knowing that failure is always an option but never ever choosing it, quietly stubborn, skipping classes to goof off and just take a break, constantly competitive, the way a brand new book smells, laughing so hard you can't breathe, "love is a choice and it can be hard to come by, but once the choice is made, there's no going back, you're in it for better or worse. love is a permanent cornerstone."
  • Hufflepuff: freshly baked muffins, warm sunlight on a cool afternoon, the ache deep in your muscles after working hard, hugging someone close whenever you see them, puns, pastel colors in a sketchbook, building sand castles till the waves knock them over, watching the sun set, kisses on the forehead, helping someone with their homework, a burning desire to make a difference in the world, calm and collected and righteous anger, running through fields, running up and hugging someone from behind, black and white movies, using your voice for the first time to say how you feel, defending your friends against the world, defiantly stubborn against a wrong doing, "love is a feeling, but it's not that warm fuzzy feeling; it's that turning in your chest that signifies a deeper emotional connection with someone than you've ever had before. love is understanding."
  • Ravenclaw: cool rain on a cloudy afternoon, witty jokes and puns, fruity lemonade, bike rides in the cool of the morning, sweet hugs when someone is upset/not feeling well, acting in a play, a kiss on the cheek, wanting to create something for the world, bright colors splashed on a canvas, laughing so hard you cry, painstakingly detailed book reports, chaotically organized bookshelves, excitement over the little things, the smell of old books, painfully silent anger that makes you want to yell, unfinished colourful crafts strewn about, constant daydreaming, unyielding stubbornness in every area of life, "love is like rain: when it rains it pours, and sometimes there's droughts. the clouds don't choose when they spill rain or not, they just do. love chooses you."

Chance Encounter by SweetLittleVampire

(without a link to dA this time; apparently tumblr messes up posts with links to outside sources. My dA is linked on my blog though.)

So I thought it was time to send my poor neglected Layton OC on an adventure. Her name´s Charlotte Greaves. She is 14 years old, and her mother works at Gressenheller University. I posted her bio under the Read More in case you´re interested.

In this scene you can see her waiting for her mother outside of Gressenheller University. She had lost her beloved pendant, and was absolutely devastated that she could not find it after searching literally the whole building. The reason for this being that Luke had found it. As he and Layton were leaving the building, they found Charlotte, crying on a bench, so the Professoor and Luke walked up to her to see if they could be of any assistance. So she told them what happened, and Luke was able to return the pendant, while Layton finally got to know his colleague´s daughter.

Maybe I´ll type soething up for this; I´m not too sure yet.

Charlotte Greaves © @SweetLittleVampire (me)
Professor Layton / Luke Triton © Nintendo/Level 5

Charlotte´s bio under the Read More:

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Kiss of Rage - Fred Weasley Imagine (Part 1)

HERE IT IS, MY VERY FIRST IMAGINE! Hope you all like it, please send in requests and feedback and yadda-yadda-yadda! xxx 

(I made that .gif and it happens to be the inspiration of this Imagine!

UPDATE: I wrote a Part two here!

Y/N, Fred and George have all been best friends since their third year of Hogwarts. The three of them all being in Gryffindor means that they practically spend every waking moment with each other, consisting of walking to classes together, playing jokes with each other and sitting together whenever possible. But, now that Dolores Umbridge has taken on the role of Head Master, that was all about to change.

Professor Umbridge has a need for everything to be her way or the highway, as Y/N and the twins are soon to discover. “I can’t believe all the rules that Umbitch is giving us!” Y/N complains to her two redheaded friends in the Gryffindor common room. “She won’t even let us use magic in our Defense Against The Dark Arts Class!” “Someone needs to teach her a lesson” George says while throwing a mischievous look to his brother “No, no, no.” Y/N says with a stern look. “No. You won’t be pulling anything on her, even if she does extremely deserve it”. “Sadly she’s got a point” Fred agrees, “Her punishments are sure to be far worse than any of the other teachers’”.


A week with Umbridge has come and gone, and things have only gone soaring down hill. Flying on brooms has been forbidden, so that means no Quidditch. But that’s not all that’s been forbidden. Music during school hours and boys having their hands in their pockets have all been banned, she’s even forbidden all Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes products, much to the twins’ and everyone else’s dismay.

When Y/N didn’t think things could get any worse, as she was telling Fred while walking to Potions, a bright spark of light flashed between the two and they flew to opposite sides of the corridor. Looking up from the floor, Y/N sees Umbridge walk in between them, saying in her usual smug voice, “Boys and girls are not permitted to be within eight inches of each other”. Helping Y/N up to her feet, Fred resumes next to Y/N even closer in protest, resulting in a deeper shade of pink settling on both of their cheeks, going unnoticed by the other. You see, Y/N and Fred have quite a fancy to one another, but the other person doesn’t know. Fred is head over heels for Y/N, and she is just as mad about him.

For the rest of that afternoon the two continued to be zapped away from each other along with George if he were on the other side of Y/N. The moment they stepped out of a class together they would be flung across the room by a spark of light, followed by the same commandments of being eight inches away from each other, growing on their nerves more and more with every zap.


That night, Harry came running back into the Gryffindor Common room clutching his hand. “Look what she’s done to me!” On Harry’s hand read the words ‘I must not tell lies’ etched into his skin with spots of blood. “This situation is really getting out of hand” said George, trying to stifle his laughter at his attempt at a witty pun. “George, shut up you prat” Y/N said while fighting a smile. Turning to Harry she said “We need to teach her a lesson”. With a confused look on his face, George was off. “What about all of that ‘no no no’ crap you were giving me before? And you Fred, saying that her punishments would be worse than anyone else’s, which is quite clearly true” he remarked. “I don’t care” Fred started, “She’s going out of her way to make us all miserable, and she is not getting away with it” at this moment Fred stood up, his eyes filled with determination. George jumped up at this too. “Great,” he started, “our first rule we break in protest can be that stupid Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes rule, by putting fireworks in her hat, or–“ “No, no, no.” Y/N began, but she needn’t finish, because George had immediately folded his arms with a pout at her first ‘no’. “No. We’re not going to stoop down to her pathetic levels of punishment. We need to do something that will show her that we can’t be bossed around, that we won’t be treated like dirt, and George put that bloody box of fireworks down or so help me” Y/N barked, resulting in further pouting and grumbling from George, and a cute little laugh coming from Fred, who was stood next to Y/N throwing an arm around her shoulder while continuing to chuckle.


The following morning they had Charms first. The three of them walked together, with Fred on Y/N’s left and George on her right. And, to none of their surprises, a great flash of light sparked between the three, propelling them to opposite ends of the corridor. “Boys and girls are not permitted to be within eight inches of each other!” Professor Umbridge chirped as she walked off with that evil smile plastered to her face. After rolling their eyes at the inconvenience of being blasted across the room, they got back to their feet, resuming their original formation and continuing their conversation on who would win between a Hippogriff and Professor Snape. Their debate lasted only a few extra seconds before another great shot of light erupted between the three, once again sending them and their books flying in opposite directions of each other. “Boys and girls are NOT permitted to be within eight inches of each other!” replied that dreaded voice, in a much harsher tone than usual. As Y/N had gotten to her feet, Fred jumped up in a fit of rage, slammed his books onto the floor and yelled, “THAT’S IT!” and before Y/N knew it she was pushed up against one of the columns of the corridor and had Fred’s lips firmly attached to her own. Her eyes widened at the random outburst of affection, but having such a huge thing for the red headed boy kissing her, she kissed right back, despite the mass of students crowded around now, including George whistling and cheering, and Professor Umbridge looking pinker in the face than her dress. She lifted her want and sent a bright spark at the couple, without a thing happening. The flash of light failed to zap the two away; they were intertwined with one another and her zaps of light couldn’t do a thing about it. Umbridge tried again and again with more force each time, but nothing would happen. Y/N and Fred remained held together, their lips locked.

Umbridge now physically tore the two lovebirds away from each other with her own bare hands. As both Y/N and Fred had run out of breath by this stage, they didn’t put up too much of a fight. “YOU TWO WILL MARCH YOURSELVES DOWN TO MY OFFICE IMMEDIATELY!” the tiny woman screeched, as Y/N and Fred stood next to each other with a cheeky grin on both of their faces, their cheeks still blushing from their heated PDA. As Professor Umbridge stormed up the stairs with Y/N and Fred closely behind, the mass of students that had gathered around began to cheer, including George shouting “you should’ve grabbed her arse!” above the other voices. After Umbridge turned and shot George a harsh glare, she continued charging towards her office, where Fred took this opportunity to take hold of Y/N’s hand. Even though they knew they were in for it big time, the smiles never left their faces, knowing that this would be the start of something wonderful.



Thank you to the artists who spend their time drawing fanart of my OTP, technology experts who gif and photoshop to make it real, musicians who write fansongs which bring me to tears, those writers who make great fics, people who come up with great theories, the ones who make witty posts or bad puns about my OTP. 

I love you. And also the people who make it all go viral.