he ain't heavy; he's my brother.
so, i decided to do a petrellispam. featuring, um, nathan and peter petrelli, obviously.
i was going to do both of them separately as well, but it was just getting to be too many caps, so i just did their shared scenes for this one. (with a couple minor exceptions.) soonish i'll be doing individual "best of" spams for both of them instead. in the mean time, enjoy the pretty, pretty petrelli brothers and their brotherly love!
(because they touch each other a LOT.)
if you're on dial-up, run away.
peter petrelli had a very pretty eyeball.
the rest of him was pretty, too.
pretty CRAZY, that is. peter thought he could fly!
but he's actually a hospice nurse. supposedly he loves this boring girl.
pay her no attention.
he keeps dreaming about flying.
and about his hot brother.
speaking of which: hot brother.
briefcase-carrying of brotherly love.
touching.
touching.
touching.
nathan yells at their mom.
peter is understanding and sweet.
touching.
touching.
eyefucking.
eyefucking.
out-of-frame touching.
touching.
touching.
touching.
ass-admiration of brotherly love.
nathan is wondering why he's in this alley.
nathan REALLY hates this alley.
peter's stuck on the flying thing.
peter jumps!
will nathan catch him?
of course!
in mid-air, no less.
touching while flying.
touching while flying.
oh snap!
but wait!
reunited and it feels so good.
slightly emo little drawing of brotherly love.
rooftop sulking.
nathan to the rescue!
politician smile. :D
angry puppy! grrrr.
the flying petrelli(s)! or floating, anyway.
hugging. which means: TOUCHING.
touching.
touching.
touching.
face-in-neck of brotherly love. (see also: touching.)
*squish*
fashion advice!
touching.
touching.
while looking fine at nathan's fundraiser...
...peter gets thoroughly sold out by his brother.
there is angst.
and (violent!) touching.
and rampant nathan-ing.
nathan comes by peter's.
but spots that girl.
and becomes so bored he immediately wanders away.
so then, there's family brunch...
peter isn't invited, but crashes anyway. he can't be away from his brother!
touching.
touching.
almost out-of-frame touching.
threatening (as much as peter can be) touching.
touching.
touching.
touching.
touching.
assorted meaningful glances of brotherly love and/or threat.
in peter's poorly-lit apartment, he hears a knock.
nathan's come for a visit!
peter is pissy.
nathan leans great.
COMPLETELY GRATUITOUS FULL-BODY BRUSH, PETER. I'M ON TO YOU.
brother-on-brother eyefuck part 1.
brother-on-brother eyefuck part 2.
nathan braves time with that gir-zzzzzzzzz...oh, what?
oh, right. nathan checks out the painting he bought for peter.
and he makes a decision.
he turns the painting into this.
because before, it looked like this.
and he never wanted to see this.
luckily, there was this immediately after.
although unfortunately, it was followed by this. :/
but six months ago, there were presents!
and cheekpats! (aka touching.)
there were wife-ignoring shared glances of brotherly love.
there was deep, soulful eye contact.
and touching.
and kissing and touching.
and kissing and touching.
and touching.
and touching.
and, oh...touching. while looking really cute, incidentally.
and looking at each other.
happily. ♥
later that night, nathan had an accident.
and peter jolted awake.
i'm not even going to point out all the touching. because, well, it's abundant. and redundant. hee.
i really love these next two for some reason.
"you ok?"
"no." :(
peter gets ready to sell out his dad for his brother.
but dad's dead.
angst angst angst.
back in the present, peter's in a jail cell dreaming about touching his brother.
i approve of this hug.
so pretty!
sadly for peter, his actual rescue is much less snuggly.
peter does manage to squeeze in a little bit of brother-touching, though.
at least, until he faints and wakes up in a post-apocalyptic nightmare. :x
the only living boy in new york?
but of course, nathan's here.
oh NOES.
as it turns out, peter petrelli's eyeball? still pretty.
as is peter, for someone vaguely dead.
but he comes to in nathan's arms, of course.
nathan is very concerned.
we are ALL very concerned.
but, well...
sigh.
i was going to do both of them separately as well, but it was just getting to be too many caps, so i just did their shared scenes for this one. (with a couple minor exceptions.) soonish i'll be doing individual "best of" spams for both of them instead. in the mean time, enjoy the pretty, pretty petrelli brothers and their brotherly love!
(because they touch each other a LOT.)
if you're on dial-up, run away.
peter petrelli had a very pretty eyeball.
the rest of him was pretty, too.
pretty CRAZY, that is. peter thought he could fly!
but he's actually a hospice nurse. supposedly he loves this boring girl.
pay her no attention.
he keeps dreaming about flying.
and about his hot brother.
speaking of which: hot brother.
briefcase-carrying of brotherly love.
touching.
touching.
touching.
nathan yells at their mom.
peter is understanding and sweet.
touching.
touching.
eyefucking.
eyefucking.
out-of-frame touching.
touching.
touching.
touching.
ass-admiration of brotherly love.
nathan is wondering why he's in this alley.
nathan REALLY hates this alley.
peter's stuck on the flying thing.
peter jumps!
will nathan catch him?
of course!
in mid-air, no less.
touching while flying.
touching while flying.
oh snap!
but wait!
reunited and it feels so good.
slightly emo little drawing of brotherly love.
rooftop sulking.
nathan to the rescue!
politician smile. :D
angry puppy! grrrr.
the flying petrelli(s)! or floating, anyway.
hugging. which means: TOUCHING.
touching.
touching.
touching.
face-in-neck of brotherly love. (see also: touching.)
*squish*
fashion advice!
touching.
touching.
while looking fine at nathan's fundraiser...
...peter gets thoroughly sold out by his brother.
there is angst.
and (violent!) touching.
and rampant nathan-ing.
nathan comes by peter's.
but spots that girl.
and becomes so bored he immediately wanders away.
so then, there's family brunch...
peter isn't invited, but crashes anyway. he can't be away from his brother!
touching.
touching.
almost out-of-frame touching.
threatening (as much as peter can be) touching.
touching.
touching.
touching.
touching.
assorted meaningful glances of brotherly love and/or threat.
in peter's poorly-lit apartment, he hears a knock.
nathan's come for a visit!
peter is pissy.
nathan leans great.
COMPLETELY GRATUITOUS FULL-BODY BRUSH, PETER. I'M ON TO YOU.
brother-on-brother eyefuck part 1.
brother-on-brother eyefuck part 2.
nathan braves time with that gir-zzzzzzzzz...oh, what?
oh, right. nathan checks out the painting he bought for peter.
and he makes a decision.
he turns the painting into this.
because before, it looked like this.
and he never wanted to see this.
luckily, there was this immediately after.
although unfortunately, it was followed by this. :/
but six months ago, there were presents!
and cheekpats! (aka touching.)
there were wife-ignoring shared glances of brotherly love.
there was deep, soulful eye contact.
and touching.
and kissing and touching.
and kissing and touching.
and touching.
and touching.
and, oh...touching. while looking really cute, incidentally.
and looking at each other.
happily. ♥
later that night, nathan had an accident.
and peter jolted awake.
i'm not even going to point out all the touching. because, well, it's abundant. and redundant. hee.
i really love these next two for some reason.
"you ok?"
"no." :(
peter gets ready to sell out his dad for his brother.
but dad's dead.
angst angst angst.
back in the present, peter's in a jail cell dreaming about touching his brother.
i approve of this hug.
so pretty!
sadly for peter, his actual rescue is much less snuggly.
peter does manage to squeeze in a little bit of brother-touching, though.
at least, until he faints and wakes up in a post-apocalyptic nightmare. :x
the only living boy in new york?
but of course, nathan's here.
oh NOES.
as it turns out, peter petrelli's eyeball? still pretty.
as is peter, for someone vaguely dead.
but he comes to in nathan's arms, of course.
nathan is very concerned.
we are ALL very concerned.
but, well...
sigh.