"Niceness!"

Philip the Curious Hey, there! My name's Philip (or Philly or Phee, I guess), and I'm from Bethsaida. I'm a part of Jesus' Twelve, and I'm the short rambling guy who has a wicked dress sense, and knows nothing about anything - unless it's to do with computers or numbers! Need to hack the system, or track a phone? I'm your guy - the communications guy! [Independent RP blog for Philip the Apostle, based around ALW's Jesus Christ Superstar 2012/2013 Arena Tours. FC is Lucas Rush. OC friendly. Tracks: curiousphilip]

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Rambling On

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doubting-tomas:

Perplexed, Thom looked at him. It was a question he had been asked many times before, but without any of the scorn he was accustomed to when people normally asked. It was strange not to reply sarcastically. “Why not?” he answered. “I’m used to it and it’s nice. It doesn’t interfere in my day to day life. It enhances it. So why not?” He took another sip, as if to demonstrate. “Why /don’t/ you like drinking? It won’t hurt you?”

The mumble surprised Thom a little; mostly because he could just imagine Philip settled down with a nice lady and kids, the meek husband obeying all orders, doing his computer stuff in the back room. “Eh, it’s not just about the one night stands. It’s about finding someone you’ve got a connection with. Heaven knows we don’t get much of that connection time, being in our group all the time.” Thom meant lady connection, of course, but it didn’t need saying  to the hetero Philip. “I guess he just gets a bit separated from it, having been with Tabatha for so long.” He smiled a little at that. “He doesn’t need to hook me up with people. I can take care of myself.”

Philip shrugged, searching his mind for the positives of the situation; he didn’t like thinking of the apostle in a bad way. And so he agreed with a smile. “Back in the day, people only ever drunk alcohol.” He informed, “did you know that? Water was so unhygienic, and in the process in which alcohol is made, it gets boiled, which sanitises it and makes it safe.” He chuckled, amused at the thought of everyone today drinking only alcohol. “People were drunk all the time, but humanity still managed to somehow move forward.” A stiff shrug fell upon Philip’s shoulders and his smile weakened a little; he was known for messing up, so this would be no exception. “It’s not that I don’t like drinking. I just...don’t feel like I should, just in case I get a hangover and Jesus might look down on me for it.”

The problem here wasn’t really that Simon was pressuring him into finding a ladyfriend, it was more the fact that Simon was so strong-headed, period. It was consuming. Philip had imagined himself sitting on a giant sponge and gradually sinking into it until the only thing left was his waving hand sticking out. “What about, uh, you know..” he began, scratching the back of his head. He emptied his glass with his other hand. “you know..” he repeated with a shy grin. God, I hope he doesn’t take this the wrong way. “why ladies? People shouldn’t just assume that other people are into the opposite gender to their own, I don’t think.” Philip tried, not really sounding authoritative or pushing his point, but it sounded more like a suggestion - just in case Thom didn’t agree. His moustache looks so neat today. “I think that, in our line of work, it makes more sense to assume that people like other people rather than gender. Jesus does.” He exemplified, trying to validate his point without bringing too much attention to himself.

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Rambling On

He was sipping on an appletini - not exactly the kind of drink a big, strong protector of the word of God would drink but, hey, it was early days, and he was still trying to find his stride in this Apostle business. Besides, master Jesus had kept telling him to be himself and, well, that was kind of the point of being with Thom at this bar. Being himself. It was a small, dusty place, which reminded Phee of an old western saloon; all they needed were cowboy boots and guns. Only a handful of people sat there, and they talked quietly amongst themselves. It wasn’t so late in the day that it would be booming, but it wasn’t so early that it would be empty, either. And, to be honest, it was kind of nice to just...be there...without the craziness of their work. 

He grinned a boyish grin, nudging the other apostle. “So, um,” he began, not quite knowing where his hesitation was leading him. “So,” he repeated, with more emphasis this time. Come on, there must be something you wanted to say, otherwise you wouldn’t have started saying it. He cleared his throat, and looked at Thom’s almost-full drink. “Another?” He sheepishly asked, sipping from his own drink in defeat.

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It was the quiet time, the moment of dusk after the bustle of the street market had died down and before the club music began. The people in here were feeling it too, and they were either accustomed to the calm as locals or they were waiting for the party to start. Normally Thom was itching at this point with plans and ideas for the night ahead, drumming his fingers for inspiration, tapping his feet. But right now, weirdly, it was comforting just to sit here with his fellow apostle, sinking a pint, not thinking ahead at all.

He must be tired.

He glanced at the apostle, and his moustache twitched with amusement. This shy Philip made the most stressful of days a breeze. Even though he was a shy little one, sweet and timid and never a nasty thing to say about someone, he found it enduring. And it was fun to wind him up. “You suggesting shots already? The night is young.” The moustache twitched, and he took a long drain from his glass, peeking a glance at Phil.

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“Shots?!” He repeated, the sight of terror on his face. “That’s…Probably not a good idea. Not yet. Don’t you think? I mean, we probably shouldn’t get drunk-drunk, what with our duties tomorrow.” He rationalised, nodding along with his own words. He relaxed into his stool a little more with another sip of his green liquid, and offered the other a gentle smile. “So,” Philip repeated for a third time, removing the glaze of appletini from his bottom lip with his upper lip. “this is nice. I like this. being here. Y’know? Away from the…” Phil made a gesture with his hand, “y’know. And it’s not loud for once. Not even in here.” His smile turned more thoughtful now and he accidentally nudged Thom again with his leg beneath the bar. He took another sip, and eyed the cocktails menu long enough to figure out what he wanted next. 

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Thom tried to keep his expression as serious as possible. “I thought you were calling for shots,” he said mildly, fingering the tip of his beer. “Sambucas would be good right now,” he said wistfully.

It looked like the young apostle had decided on his next words, he thought, watching the fleck of moisture on his bottom lip. “I thought this might be your sort of place,” he said. The nudge felt nice, intentional, playful, and after taking a sip from his beer he moved his leg against Phil’s. “Particularly if Si is going to find you some lady company,” he said, unintentionally a little lower, watching him choose his next cocktail. This was, after all, Si’s idea, much as the thought of drunken Si tonight was a bit tiring. Nonetheless, it would be interesting to see what Phil’s idea of game was. He had never really seen that side of the man.

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Philip nodded his response; it was his kind of place, only without stacks of cash and computers and family but, hey, a man could dream. “Why do you want to drink so much?” He curiously asked after a moment, watching the bubbles rise and fall in the beer glass. “Jesus won’t like that.” He advised, observing how much he had had to drink. Half the glass. That was fine. Phil was pacing himself and he was going slowly. Another sip of his appletini. It wouldn’t really take much to get him drunk, anyway, and he never liked getting wasted away from his bed...or...tent, as it now was, so tonight wouldn’t be an exception.

“And I don’t want lady company.” He mumbled, “I mean, what’s so good about one night stands, anyway?” he asked, voice a little louder and coursed with irritation. He looked over to a table where some of the other followers were. “If Si was single, he wouldn’t be doing that - he’d be wanting to get to know people before sleeping with them. So, why should I be having one night stands with people I don’t know? It’s stupid.” He grumbled, tapping his glass with a nail, like a moody kid. “You don’t see him trying to hook you up with anybody.”

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Rambling On

He was sipping on an appletini - not exactly the kind of drink a big, strong protector of the word of God would drink but, hey, it was early days, and he was still trying to find his stride in this Apostle business. Besides, master Jesus had kept telling him to be himself and, well, that was kind of the point of being with Thom at this bar. Being himself. It was a small, dusty place, which reminded Phee of an old western saloon; all they needed were cowboy boots and guns. Only a handful of people sat there, and they talked quietly amongst themselves. It wasn’t so late in the day that it would be booming, but it wasn’t so early that it would be empty, either. And, to be honest, it was kind of nice to just...be there...without the craziness of their work. 

He grinned a boyish grin, nudging the other apostle. “So, um,” he began, not quite knowing where his hesitation was leading him. “So,” he repeated, with more emphasis this time. Come on, there must be something you wanted to say, otherwise you wouldn’t have started saying it. He cleared his throat, and looked at Thom’s almost-full drink. “Another?” He sheepishly asked, sipping from his own drink in defeat.

[doubting-tomas]

It was the quiet time, the moment of dusk after the bustle of the street market had died down and before the club music began. The people in here were feeling it too, and they were either accustomed to the calm as locals or they were waiting for the party to start. Normally Thom was itching at this point with plans and ideas for the night ahead, drumming his fingers for inspiration, tapping his feet. But right now, weirdly, it was comforting just to sit here with his fellow apostle, sinking a pint, not thinking ahead at all.

He must be tired.

He glanced at the apostle, and his moustache twitched with amusement. This shy Philip made the most stressful of days a breeze. Even though he was a shy little one, sweet and timid and never a nasty thing to say about someone, he found it enduring. And it was fun to wind him up. “You suggesting shots already? The night is young.” The moustache twitched, and he took a long drain from his glass, peeking a glance at Phil.

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“Shots?!” He repeated, the sight of terror on his face. “That’s...Probably not a good idea. Not yet. Don’t you think? I mean, we probably shouldn’t get drunk-drunk, what with our duties tomorrow.” He rationalised, nodding along with his own words. He relaxed into his stool a little more with another sip of his green liquid, and offered the other a gentle smile. “So,” Philip repeated for a third time, removing the glaze of appletini from his bottom lip with his upper lip. “this is nice. I like this. being here. Y’know? Away from the...” Phil made a gesture with his hand, “y’know. And it’s not loud for once. Not even in here.” His smile turned more thoughtful now and he accidentally nudged Thom again with his leg beneath the bar. He took another sip, and eyed the cocktails menu long enough to figure out what he wanted next. 

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Rambling On

He was sipping on an appletini - not exactly the kind of drink a big, strong protector of the word of God would drink but, hey, it was early days, and he was still trying to find his stride in this Apostle business. Besides, master Jesus had kept telling him to be himself and, well, that was kind of the point of being with Thom at this bar. Being himself. It was a small, dusty place, which reminded Phee of an old western saloon; all they needed were cowboy boots and guns. Only a handful of people sat there, and they talked quietly amongst themselves. It wasn’t so late in the day that it would be booming, but it wasn’t so early that it would be empty, either. And, to be honest, it was kind of nice to just...be there...without the craziness of their work. 

He grinned a boyish grin, nudging the other apostle. “So, um,” he began, not quite knowing where his hesitation was leading him. “So,” he repeated, with more emphasis this time. Come on, there must be something you wanted to say, otherwise you wouldn’t have started saying it. He cleared his throat, and looked at Thom’s almost-full drink. “Another?” He sheepishly asked, sipping from his own drink in defeat.

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St Jimmy

[darksideoftheshroom-deactivated]

You have to be odd to be number one.

Dr. Seuss

This changed me

(via reveriesofawriter)

[itsquoted]

To hear, one must be silent.

Ursula K Le Guin (via itsquoted)

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The packs of paracetamol weren't really an issue, although Judas had been branding him a swine for using the budget on unneeded pills. At least the Judean understood, though; some people needed to do what they had to do - what got them through the day made the pills an important means, and an important part of the recovery process. He knew this because he had seen it - they all had - through the broken people who traveled far and wide just for the chance to talk to them. That's why he had to get over this now - because he was important, even if he was the useless apostle. He had to focus on himself. Besides, once facing up to what happened, he  would be fine. Phil could smile, and he could even feel the smile warm him up, but it just wasn't the same smile he had been smiling with all of his life and, for that reason, the jew needed closure.

Thom wasn't going to give him that. As much as Kat would dislike him for it...perhaps, logically, the wisest thing to do was to end things. 

There was a pain in his gut where a blade had once been. It was just nerves, but he could feel a swarm of butterflies - a throb of pain becoming more and more noticable. He had to look down at himself just in case there was a monster trying to break it's way out of his skin. "I don't know if I can be with you anymore." The steward quietly mumbled to the man he had pretended wasn't there. 

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{*hums could we start again please to self, gets sad*}

[whatshouldtheatrecallme]

When someone refuses to watch Godspell/Jesus Christ Superstar/Joseph...Dreamcoat/etc. because "I'm not religious, I won't like it"

(Submission: mayflydecember)

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theinfxmousbxthingbeauty replied to your post:theinfxmousbxthingbeauty  #ic#headcanon#v;...

{Please don’t kill yourself. And funnily enough, this is something I’ve never planned to do… But orange and vodka is actually pretty good, tbh.}

{Lol orange and vodka is LEEEEETHAL!!!}

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rome-lies

curiousphilip said:

Just for tonight

"for my muse’s reaction for your asking to sleep in their bed"

It was hard, sometimes, to keep that tough personna up: especially when asked things like this.

Kat loved sharing a bed with people.

She blamed Gad, of course, /he/ was the one who was always just letting himself into her bed at night, even when he was almost seven foot and really just /far/ to small for the both of them. Not that she minded, not really.

Simple, tactile, intamasy was something she /craved/ in the most human way.

Not that anyone else could know that.

Instead she folded her arms, quirked an eyebrow and forced her smile into a contained smirk.

"/Fine/. I s’pose so."

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theinfxmousbxthingbeauty 

#ic#headcanon#v; all#whhhhyyy#first time straight I choked

{It's actually pretty dangerous. Like, vodka is one of those drinks that you can cover up with lemonade quite easily, so it doesn't taste strong at all. So, you end up going through a couple of litres and then die :'(}

[just-keep-swimming-jade]

Nobody drinks a bottle of vodka for fun, and that’s a damn fact.

The most sober thing a drunk person could say.  (via asperitasrex)

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curiousphilip ((Also hello I missed you))

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How do I uninstall anxiety

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Same Love-A Philip Sakrani Mix 

Whatever God you believe in We come from the same one Strip away the fear Underneath it’s all the same love

(I swear it gets more serious as it goes along)

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