Yet another Henry Townshend drabble. Self-cest (sort of). Knock yourselves out.

( Like Pisces. )

Oh Henry. You so easy.

It's kind of been a long day. Full of job interviews and Venture Bros. on dvd (Doc Hammer is hot, damnit -- HOT) with lots of sweet and sour chicken and We Love Katamri on the side.

Oh yeah. And I wrote stuff. No smut this time though. Aww. ;;

( Amaranth. )

I'll give you a dollar if you can guess the song lyric. Ok not really.

( Cirque. )

That stupid movie I watched last night makes me want to write Logan/Jean stuffs. :o Perhaps the smutiness shall manifest itself there. But I kind of doubt it. *gnaws keyboard*

Having finally completed my Henry claim at silenthill100, I now bring you 100 pieces of bite-sized Townshend goodness for your viewing pleasure:



GET MOAR HERE. *happy-dance*

37 is still my favourite though. <3 *he's so rapeable and cotton-brained*