Tony Anderson

What? What am I supposed to put here? Some kind of sob story? My life in a description? A description of the content you'll see? I haven't got time for that shit.. Oops, sorry for the Potty Mouth kids. - T. Anderson

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[2006] Follies {Cooper+Tony}

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imcooperanderson:

“Yeah he is pretty awesome, but he leant all that from his older brother” he shot him a grin before taking a sip from the carton of orange. 

Cooper turned his back to him before putting in two waffles for himself and listened to him. He jumped up on the counter and looked over at him with a shrug. “Flight got in at about ten last night, mom picked me up then we sat up and talked. She’d just gone to bed before you came in so you got lucky”

“Sure Coop, whatever you say.” He chuckled shaking his head. Tony watched him put the waffles in and frowned. “I didn’t want waffles, I wanted Pop Tarts! Come on Coop, even Dad knows I prefer Pop Tarts!” Of course, he was joking, he just wanted to tease Cooper.

He exhaled with relief and smirked. “I always get lucky, but if dad had been up…” He shuddered.

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[2006] Follies {Cooper+Tony}

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imcooperanderson:

“Sure thing shortstack” he went to the fridge and took out a lemonade before sliding it over to him across the counter. “Just use your imagination” he smirked. “Where were you sneaking in from last night then, huh?”

Tony frowned and sadly opened it. He took a sip and then stared at Cooper. “You know, older brothers are supposed to be cool. Look at Blaine’s older brother, totally awesome.” He grinned pointing to himself.

“The park. What were you doing up?”

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[2006] Follies {Cooper+Tony}

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imcooperanderson:

Going home was always a big thing for Cooper. He’d spent most of his life in boarding schools of shipped off to summer camps in order to keep him away from the house. One less burden for his father he imagine.

Yet the offer to come home for Spring Break was unheard of and a little concerning too. That was until he realised his Dad wanted him to attend some father and son business expo and the twins were too young. His father was a man of reputation. He’d do anything to keep it up.

He’d arrived home from the airport in the late evening and smirked to himself when he spied his younger brother sneaking in. He wasn’t shy to crawling through a few windows himself so he’d have no need to say anything.

Morning- or midday rolled around and he dragged himself into the kitchen. His mom and he had spent a few hours talking once he’d gotten home and he’d avoided the shopping trip in favour of sleep. 

Letting out a soft chuckle as he rubbed his face. “I just walked in.” he muttered before looking over at the cupboard. Always well stocked. “Poptarts or waffles?”

Tony grinned and shrugged. “I’ll take a beer!” He beamed mischievously.

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damn-it-dom-hummel:

Promise yourself. I’m not the one who’ll regret it if you do.

Getch’ your but over here Hummel. 

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[2006] Follies {Cooper+Tony}

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Tony slid open his bedroom window, glanced around and smirked seeing Blaine sound asleep in his bed. He climbed in and lowered the window slowly back down. He then proceeded to enter the kitchen to grab a drink before bed, that was when he caught eyes with Cooper. Tony gave a cheeky grin and opened the fridge, removing a lemonade and a Pepsi for Cooper, he passed the bottle into his hands and winked. “You didn’t see annyyything.” He chuckled heading back into bed.

The next morning, Tony woke up late. It was clearly midday and Blaine had left, probably off doing homework or something equally dull. He ruffled his messy bed head and sighed heading downstairs wearing a black vest and his red stripped boxer shorts. He knew his parents would be out, it was the weekend. Mom would be shopping, and Dad would be at the shooting range or hunting lodge or something equally manly.

He spotted Cooper at the breakfast table and gave a sleepy smile. “Did you move since last night?”

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damn-it-dom-hummel:

To get there? Two minutes. To get it off depends on how much you squirm.

I won’t squirm. Promise. 

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damn-it-dom-hummel:

We’ll need two, unless you wanna breathe in some sweet, sweet fiberglass. I’ll pick once I’ve seen your selection.

Fine. How long will you be?

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lookinfly-withabowtie:

Are you alright there, T?

Mhm

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chasityanderson:

What I call Blaine, Blainey, should I call you Just Tony, or Tone?

Yes  those are your options. 

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sebastianlukesmythe:

Appreciate it.

To be fair, he is pretty awesome. I can agree to that.

This is why we’re best friends. 

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“I've got more wit A better kiss A hotter touch a better fuck Than any boy you'll ever meet”

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damn-it-dom-hummel:

Rotary cutter and scissors coming right up. You got a scarf or bandanna?

I have a scarf. I’ll pay you back in drugs or alcohol, your choice. 

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f2f; tony&brooke

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bsmythe:

Brooke let out a small laugh at the boy’s straightforwardness, but she didn’t mind it one bit. “As much as I obviously love talking about feelings,” she rolled her eyes sarcastically, “I’m kinda in suspense over here waiting to see how this goes with the whole arm thing.” Brooke slid down from her seat and stepped a couple of feet closer to him so she could let her arms rest gently on his shoulders as her fingers twined together behind his head. 

When she moved in closer and rested her hand behind his head, he smirked and lent forward slowly, his lips gently pressing against hers. Tony moved his good arm around her waist as he passionately kissed her being tender and loving.

He slowly moved away and smirked. “That… Is just a taster.”

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portofizzy:

So, that was a joke. I’m all for LGBTQ+ 

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chasityanderson:

Ah toner’s just call it pipsqueak

Toner’s? Ew, I hate that. 

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“ Oh, baby you're the only thing in this whole world That's pure and good and right And wherever you are and wherever you go There's always gonna be some light,”

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Ugh my head! It’s like 100 little Oompa Loompas dancing on my brain, scream-singing one of their cautionary tale songs, only this one’s not about chocolate rivers or blueberry girls - it’s about me and how I can’t hold my liquor anymore.

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You getting trashed without me L?