#stolle my heart

[devil-takethe-hindmost]

a quick little wip from @wheel-of-fish’s stolleboot stream today!

[devil-takethe-hindmost]

this may be a super niche flex but here’s me wearing that same ring (ft jeremy’s legs 😂)

wait wait yes i have something for you weirdos, courtesy of r/box5--not my pic, obvs, but taken by a redditor after the Broadway closing party.

[the-better-stoll-brother]

Im not saying men are hot… but if Timothèe Chalamet walked into the camp and asked me to make out with him I would pretend I didn’t have a wife

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Shabbat Shalom! A bunch of Phantom Broadway (and one UST) Gifs I made but never posted.

1&2: Ben Crawford, Broadway (w/ Emilie Kouatchou)

3: Jeremy Stolle, Broadway (w/ Elizabeth Welch)

4. Gary Mauer, US Tour (w/ Elizabeth Southard)

5. Laird Mackintosh, Broadway

POTOMER DAY 24: GIFSET-Random US Phantoms

From April 23 -June 11, I am posting 49 days of POTO content to mark the Omer, except on Shabbat. Masterlist of prior posts.

[murasaki-cha]

Are you even a veteran pjo fan if you didn't ship Tratie at a certain point?

[devil-takethe-hindmost]

i know i said no more stolle posts but

this came on shuffle and i’m feeling DISTRAUGHT

Me at the end of The Phantom of the Opera:

[alongtherubyford]

it’s your fault.

the finished product of the poll results!! the winning pov was will’s!

dedicated to @residentxangel because i said i would repay you for the chem answers <3

no warnings other than the stereotypical pjo violence!

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The bandage feels rough in his palms as he wraps it around Sherman’s calf. 

“Don’t put too much pressure on it without the crutches,” he tells Sherman, holding his gaze seriously. “It might just be a strain now but it doesn’t mean it can’t escalate.”

“You got it,” Sherman grumbles. “Can I get out of here?”

Will leans back into his chair, gesturing to the open door with his arm. “Yeah.”

Sherman puts the crutches under his armpits and pushes up onto his feet, hobbling out the door. Will sits in the chair a moment longer, staring at the now empty bed before grabbing the clipboard at its footboard and filling out the paperwork for Sherman’s file.

“Hey, sugar,” Drew says, knocking once on the infirmary door before strutting her way to his side. Her fingers comb through his tangled hair, gentle. “Head counselor meeting in five.”

“Michael isn’t here,” he hums. “Maybe check the cabin?”

Her fingers stop moving and then he remembers.

Michael is dead.

His hand hovers over the paper. It starts to shake and Will drops the pen like it burned him. He tosses the clipboard on the bed, standing up silently.

Drew’s hand slips from his hair to his hand. “It’s okay,” she whispers. She squeezes his hand tightly, only releasing when he squeezes back. “I do it too.”

His eyes trail over her tired face, the tips of a frown on her lips, stress wrinkles already appearing by her eyes. He doesn’t dare mention anything, though.

He stays quiet and they walk to the Big House.

“It’s awful,” he finally says when they’re steps away from the door. “We’re only 14 and we’re head counselors.”

“I know,” Drew sighs. “Come on, these fools have no patience.”

She drops his hand and only then does he see the mess of her hair. She pushes the door open and steps inside, her hand lingering on the handle before it twitches. Her hand pulls away from the handle and the door closes. 

He takes a breath and pushes the door open. 

Everyone looks at him before continuing a previous conversation.

“So, hon,” Drew says sweetly to Annabeth. “How’s the relationship?”

Annabeth’s face twitches. Drew moves her chair over a few inches and pulls up a chair for Will to sit in. He pats her hand in thanks as he settles.

“I can always ask my mother to…bless your relationship,” Drew smirks at Percy and Annabeth. “Perhaps she could bless you in certain areas too.”

“Drew,” Annabeth snaps. Her face is flushed red with embarrassment. “Quit it.”

Drew heaves out a sigh, leaning onto Will’s shoulder. “There goes my entertainment.”

“Okay, seriously,” Katie says. She sits straighter and glances at Chiron. “What’s this meeting for?”

“We need to discuss funerals,” Clarisse says, arms crossed. “Colors, when, whatever.”

Will can feel Drew tense when Clarisse begins to engage in a conversation with Travis and Pollux. He listens as everyone takes turns naming their dead siblings and the shade they want the shroud to be.

When it’s Drew’s turn, he places his hand on the back of her chair and pokes her shoulder. He catches Annabeth’s eye and she raises a brow at him. Will ignores her and waits for Drew to speak.

“Sierra needs baby pink, Maddox a pastel pink, and Laura needs coral,” Drew says, staring her nails as if she’s uninterested in planning her sibling’s’ funerals. But he can see the quiver of her jaw.

“What about Silena?” Percy asks with a tilt of his head. 

The question is innocent. He means well. But Drew clenches her hands into a fist and slams it on the ping pong table, turning her head to look out one of the windows. A clear dismissal of the question and of Silena in general.

The air is thick and Will feels like he shouldn’t be here. 

“Silena needs peach,” Clarisse says, clearing her throat. 

Will can practically hear Drew’s train of thought. Silena needs to be kept in the ground.

“Okay, Will?” Annabeth prompts, pencil poised over a notepad. “How about you?”

“Um, uh,” he fumbles. “Uh, Isabella needs a lemon color. Brianne needs an amber color. Flynn needs goldenrod, so does Jack. And Michael-“

He chokes on the name. Will feels something grab onto his neck and squeeze. He coughs and he pushes his chair out, putting his head between his legs. Drew’s hand rests on his back. “Gold.”

He hears the scratch of the pencil on paper and Clarisse says, “Okay, meeting-“

“It’s your fault,” he whispers. His hands grip his hair, tugging gently before making it hurt.

“Hey, stop,” Katie says, grabbing at his hands.

“It’s your fault,” he repeats. He brings his head up and stares Clarisse in the eye. “I shouldn’t be here.”

“You're the head counselor, aren’t you?” she scoffs. 

“Michael should be here,” he growls. He stands up and the feeling on his neck tightens. “And you killed him.”

Clarisse gapes, blinking until she processes what he’s said. “How dare you? I did not kill him, Percy did!”

“Don’t bring me into this!” Percy yelps.

“You both killed him!” Will shrieks. His hands fly up to point in their faces. “Both of you!”

“William,” Drew tries, bringing a hand to hold his forearm.

“No! If Clarisse wasn’t so fucking stubborn and so fucking stuck up, Michael would still be here. If you could have let go of your fucking pride over shit that doesn’t matter,” my brother would still be here!”

“I’ve lost brothers too, Solace,” Clarisse growls, standing up to her full height. “You don’t see me acting like a child-“

“I am a child!” he screams. He drops his hands and slams them on the table. “You didn’t go through two head counselors in less than a year, did you? You didn’t see that monster crush Lee’s head in, but I did. You didn’t see Michael fall but I did. I saw. I watched. I watched Percy kill him, I saw it all. I saw you, sitting on your ass in your fucking cabin while my brother fell to his death.”

“And you,” Will spits, whirling on Percy. The demigod’s face is full of shock and regret. But Will wants none of it. 

Something dark sits in his chest, has been sitting since Lee died and it wants out. So he’s letting it out.

“You let him die. You killed him. You broke that bridge and you didn’t even look.” Percy tries to speak but Will slams his hands on the table again. “Shut it!”

“Will,” Annabeth says slowly. “I think maybe-“

“I think you should shut the fuck up.” He smiles fakely in her direction and takes in the wonderful pleasure of her surprise.

“Will, I’m sorry,” Percy says. “I tried-“

“Stop fucking lying! I watched you. You turned around and then Malcom gave you the phone and you made me save Annabeth when I could have saved Michael. You could have found his body, but you didn’t. And I will never forgive you.”

Will’s chest is heaving and the tension in the room is too suffocating. He has to get out.

He scrambles past the others

and out the door. He runs to his cabin, putting as much space between him and his brother’s killers as possible. 

His body slams into the cabin door and his hand keeps slipping from the knob and his chest feels like it’s caving in.

“Oh, William.” It’s Drew.

“Honoka,” he gasps out. “I can’t- the door-“

“I got it, darlin,” she coos. “Let me do it.”

He lets her take his hand and stares as she opens the door. She pushes him in, closing the door behind them. Drew takes him to his bunk, asks him to lay down.

“Do you need a nap, hon?” 

Will nods and Drew hums, taking the blanket at the foot of his bed and putting it on him. He tilts his head up and sees the concern on her face, plain and clear. That never happens.

“Will you lay with me?” he asks quietly, like a boy asking his mother.

Drew smiles and nods. He scootches over until there’s enough space for her. He waits until she’s done taking off her shoes and has her body on the bed before he pounces, clinging to her.

“Oh, Will,” she sighs. “What have they done to you?”

“You’re my best friend, Drew,” he deflects. “I love you.”

“I love you too, sugar. Want me to tell you about this pretty girl at school?”

He nods and she starts talking. Her voice is smooth and soft, and Will knows she’s laced charmspeak in her voice to lull him to sleep.

But he finds that he doesn’t mind. He lets her continue until he’s dead to the world.

[locallyloathed]

THEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[estrellasycopas]

mir has done something that i cant shut the fuck up about: SHE HAS WRITTEN THE STOLLS AS BIG BROTHER FIGURES. my brain cannot be turned off: i breathe in: travis is welcoming a 11 yo kid to the cabin; i breathe out: connor finds a 14 yo lost in the woods, scare to their bones and offers a helping hand; i'm eating: travis hears all about the new boy his baby sibling likes and then he stalks that person till he is sure they are safe; i'm trying to sleep: connor saving kids from getting cut when they are practising sword-fighting. the stolls staying next to a kid's bed till him/her fall asleep (and maybe they do too); encouraging kid's to eat after the war; waking them up from nightmares; making jokes and silly puns just to see them smile for the first time in days; following and comforting the kids when they have outburst of rage, of sadness, of anxiety; staying at the infirmary with a recently claimed hermes kid who doesn't understand shit about what's happening; playing board and card games in their free time; hugging or laying a hand whenever kids cry; helping with summer projects/homeworks; teaching how to play any sport; and so much more.

BUT they do not forget about each other, everything they do for the kids, they do it for the other.

(they also help kids who are already claimed in their own cabins, but that's for other post)

[phoenix--flying]

todays flavour of tweet is very oc centered bc im on my bs and brainrotting over her again 💀 shes one of my favs but i dont think ive EVER talked about her on here aside from these tweet posts nor has she been anything outside of a brief appearance in cabin seven chronicles or a mention in a different vessal

with that being said i present nicolette (nico) my silly lil daughter of aphrodite who in my aus is a big part of where drew picked up her attitude in tlh <33 she came to me in a vision of having aphrodite/apollo kid duos but not having a canon character in michaels age range that vibes with him SOOO i made her to match his energy plus i love the idea of an aroace child of aphrodite SO HER!!

last part can be found here! i do apologize for this post literally just being mostly her and her friend group but shes on my mind rn cause I've been talking about one of my time travel aus with river recently LMFID

[devil-takethe-hindmost]

today is for THEM!!!

[whatdoessunshinetastelike]

new photo spotted

sghyelly mart

the hair was so annoying to to color in i had to do every pixel

[miraclesnail]

Descendants of Hermes, Potential

Part 49 of 1000 Ways to Tell the Stoll Brothers Apart and I Can Name You One (ao3)

Hermes, not just the messenger of the gods, more than just the God of Thieves but the God of Travel. The God of Roads. The God of Shepherds. The God of Herds and Flocks. The God of Persuasion. The God of Astrology and Astronomy. The God of Rustic Divination. It just goes on and on.

[sapphicmcmean]

yes this is my sapphic blog but i am obsessed with soo many pjo rarepairs in general and. grgrgrgr

[the-better-stoll-brother]

Currently in the infirmary 😍😍😍

The juice kinda bangin tho

[bungee-gum-b1tch]

thinking about jon robyns' phantom again