congrats, universe

ind. sel. priv. jim halpert from nbc's the office. PRIMARILY SEASON 1-4 BASED / low activity. sideblog; follows back from imthelcstprincess.

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hey friends!!  long time, no talk on this blog!   i’ve decided to move jim over to my mutli, so you can find him over at @sororanimarum!

[papersalesman-a]

i think it’s pretty obvious that my activity here has been so scarce lately; so i’m OFFICALLY putting jim on HIATUS until i get my act together.  

for all you lovely peeps, if you’d still like to interact with me check out my other blogs:

@imthelcstprincess - indie, rapunzel from disney’s tangled ( main blog to this one!! all follows come from here )

@iiinfiltrator - indie, fandomless spy oc

@semperiiiuvenis - indie, the vampire diaries oc

@zeeprinscs - indie, ariel from the little mermaid

[papersalesman-a]

selfishsoulstm‌:  

                   dwight   notices   the   small   ,   robotic-like   traits   that   jim   presents   as   they   speak   but   a   small   part   of   dwight   still   continues   to   not   believe   him.   for   all   he   knew   ,   this   could   be   another   childish   and   stupid   prank   he   was   attempting   to   pull.   it   wasn’t   going   to   work   this   time. ❝   honestly   ,   jim   ,   how   old   are   you  ??   i   think   i’m   going   to   have   to   switch   seats    ❞    dwight   says   the   last  part   under   his   breath   but   he   knew   he’d   never   see   them   again.

          “twenty-nine.”  his voice was flat, still monotone and he peered up from his paperwork to look at his begrudged co-worker.  this was more fun than he’d expected.  “but that’s what my model was designed to look like.  who knows how old i really am.”  at the threat of changing seats, jim simply shrugged.  “more space for me, i guess.  but you’d miss me too much.”

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lightexudes‌:  

          SEEING JIM SEEM HAPPY AND excited only brightened the smile on her face, appreciative in response to his joking promise about the trophy. “even better. son-in-law of the year.” at his question about the time, she immediately peered around to the door of their boss’s office, then to the nearest clock. “well, if we try to get out early, michael will definitely ask about our plans, and try to invite himself, so … if we leave at five, we could probably be out around six-thirty?”

            SILENTLY, jim mused that goofy grin he usually wore and held out his thumb; in a moment, he pointed it to himself as if to say THIS GUY!  his eyes followed his wife’s, lips slowly forming a straight line as he saw michael doing god knows what at his desk.  “--and this definitely isn’t a double date sort of thing,” he added as he eyed his wife again, falling silent and mulling it over for about a minute.  “i’d say that’s a fair guess, if we’re early enough maybe we can have a drink at the bar.”

[collinear]

#same

[princesconsuela]

#how i spend my time

[pajamasecrets]

I’m in love with you. 

I’m really sorry if that’s weird for you to hear, but I needed you to hear it.

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selfishsoulstm‌:  

              ❝   you   are   so   full   of   yourself.   i   would   NEVER   follow   you   anywhere.   only   if   i   suspect   you   have   a   robotic   plan   that   happens   to   hurt   mankind.   do   you   ,   jim   ??    ❞    he   asked   ,   completely   serious   in   his   deadpan   expression.   ❝   please.   i’m   all   about   trip   advisor.   i   know   all   the   eats.    ❞

                       Jim deadpanned, falling silent for a moment before he let out a breath.  “YES, actually.”  His voice was low, monotone - how he thought a robot-human would sound.  “But my robotic plan is to EAT.  Have a meal.  I have to blend in.”  His mockingly serious expression fell with a snort as he laughed.  “Okay, Dwight.”

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denombreuxcontes‌:  

           ‘ you don’t need to say anything, jim. ’ pam leant up against the table next to him, crossing her arms across her chest. ‘ its just… weird. i mean i get it, but would i date him ? no. never in a million years. ’ because he’s not you. with a sigh, she started fiddling with a catch on her sweater, trying to find the right words to say. ‘ it’s not that i don’t mind it          i mean, i am the first thing people see when they come in the office         but sometimes it just… seems like he comes over to our area just because. ’

               “And you don’t have to.  Just ‘cause he’s giving you weird looks doesn’t mean he’s asking for your hand in marriage,” he pointed out, lightly peering over in her direction.  But he figured she already knew that.  “Oh, coming over to reception, taking a single piece of candy with a random thought he just had to share with you?” he asked, raising his eyebrows up and down -- because that’s what he did.  “I guess you’re right, though; you’d think he’d come out of the annex if he had something important to announce and not just for the hell of it.”

[papersalesman-a]

selfishsoulstm‌:  

             dwight   was   tired   of   jim’s   games   ,   clearly.   this   was   a   daily   routine   with   both   of   these   clowns.   why   couldn’t   jim   ever   be   professional   ??   ❝   if   you   don’t   tell   me   where   you   made   a   dinner   reservation   then   i   don’t   believe   you   did    ❞     he   told  him   in   a   threatening   tone.   the   only   reason   he   even   cared   so   much   was   because   him   and   angela   have   a   dinner   date   —-   god   forbid   they   run   into   each   other   outside   of   work.   ❝   you   should   be   nicer   to  clients   ,   dwight    ❞    he   mocks   in   his   best   impression   of   jim’s   voice  and   stance.   ❝   get   a   life   ,   halpert.   ❞

               “How do I know you aren’t going to FOLLOW ME to the restaurant?” he asked, finally looking up at his co-worker again.  He wasn’t really going anywhere special, but the reservation was just to secure a seat for him and Karen.  “I don’t think you’ve ever heard of it, either.  It’s a pretty new place.”  A shrug rose and fell from his shoulders, lips spreading into a grin as Dwight mocked him.   

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lightexudes‌:  

          SHE LAUGHED A LITTLE, leaning so her thigh rested against his desk. “oh, definitely go with the trophy. especially if it’s big and shiny and something she can put up on her mantle, she’ll love it.” pam returned his big smile, nodding back towards her own desk. “i’ll go let her know that we’re on the same page.”

              “PERFECT.  I’ll get it engraved, too.  Just the cherry on top,” he joked with another laugh, his smile widening at the sound of his wife’s laugh.  Cliche as it sounded, it really was music to his ears.  “Sounds good.  What time are you thinking?”

[papersalesman-a]

hi new followers!!!!!  if you’ve received a follow from @imthelcstprincess, that’s me following you back bc ol’ jim here is a side-blog!!

[papersalesman-a]

denombreuxcontes‌:  

     ‘ well i           no, i don’t think so. ’ a shaky breath fell from the red head’s lips. ‘ but i just… there’s a lot of lingering glances and frankly i feel kind of uncomfortable. ’ that part was true. she was never one hundred percent comfortable around the man, and now that she had the sinking feeling she was the target of his feelings, it made her feel even more uncomfortable. ‘ i mean, it’s not like he’s forcing his feelings on me or anything. i just… ’ her hands nervously wrung together as she looked to jim. ‘ it’s weird. ’

              Jim started to feel a little self-conscious; he’d given Pam his fair share of lingering glances and now he started to wonder if that made her uncomfortable, too.  But this wasn’t about him.  Crossing his ankles as he still leaned back against the table, he tilted his head as he thought about it.  And the more he did think about it, the more...  obvious the man was with his glances.  “I mean...  I’m not saying I don’t see it,” he commented after thinking it over.  Eyes glanced back to Pam, and he offered a reassuring, sympathetic look.  “But has he just been looking at you?  ---Do you want me to say something?”

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Man, I love that girl.

[papersalesman-a]

selfishsoulstm‌:  

            all   dwight   wanted   to   do   in   return   was   show   this   advanced   robot   some   of   his   purple   belt   moves   but   he   knew   he   couldn’t.   his   job   was   far   more   important   than   proving   a   point   to   some   computer.   instead   ,   he   waves   his   hand   at   him   to   leave   him   alone   and   tried   to   focus   on   the   sales   call   he’s   now   on.  he   looks   over   at   robot   jim   with   the   phone   in   between   his   ear   and   shoulder   ,   rolling   his   eyes   ,   ❝  what   restaurant   ??   ❞   he   asked   but   the   client   thought   dwight   was   talking   to   them.   ❝   not   you.  ❞

               For the first time in that conversation Jim glanced down to the paperwork on his desk, actually beginning it.  He could have finished it a while ago, it was just a couple of forms he had to sign off on for a sale and that didn’t take a while, but this was way more fun than just signing the papers and calling it a day.  “Not telling you,” he spoke as he gave his last signature.  “You should be nicer to your clients, Dwight.”

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lightexudes‌:  

          “HEY.” PAM APPROACHED HIS desk with a smile, having just returned from taking a call out in the hallway. “so, my mom just offered to take cece for the night, give us a chance to get some sleep and rest up … i told her i’d check with you first before i told her anything for sure.”

          STARTER CALL. || @papersalesman.

              As his wife approached he looked up at her with a GRIN, looking up at her like she was the best thing in the world.  Which, she was!  Jim leaned back in his chair, swirling it to the side a bit so he could properly face her as she spoke.  “That sounds great, remind me to send her a card.  Or, I don’t know, World’s Best Grandma trophy.”

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denombreuxcontes‌:  

       ‘ yeah, the breakroom. ’ pam nervously tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and pushed away from the reception desk, shooting jim a small smile. did she want to have this conversation ? yes. of course she did. but the fact that michael could hear            she was glad that jim suggested they go to the other room. soon as they got inside pam started pacing, not entirely sure how to go about saying what she needed to say. ‘ jim i          i think toby likes me. ’ 

               It was definitely a more quiet, a more private place to talk; especially if something was eating at her that bad, then she wouldn’t have to worry about eavesdroppers or on-lookers.  He led her to the breakroom, eyes briefly glancing to the snacks in the vending machines before turning around to face her properly, lightly leaning against one of the empty tables that stood there.  His hands dug into the pockets of his pants as he nodded, gesturing for her to continue her thought about that morning.  “Toby?” he asked, eyes narrowing for a moment as his lips pursed.  “Did he say something?”