So it’s pretty much canon that Bruno is Catholic, and I’ve been thinking a lot about it to be honest, just the mental image of a genuflecting Bruno with his eyes closed and praying is very wholesome to me
EDIT - it’s 3am again and I couldn’t sleep (insomnia sucks) so uh… I wrote something -
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The quiet unwavering comfort of faith.
Bruno genuflected before the wooden crucifix that hung on his wall, crossing himself as he knelt down slowly. Reaching under his ruana, he pulled out the simple rosary that hung around his neck. The same one that had hung there for forty five years. Carefully hoisting it over his head, he reverently brought it to his lips, then his forehead, then clasping his hands together he bowed his head in the peaceful silence of his room, and began to pray.
His lips moved soundlessly as he prayed, his brow furrowed in concentration, his eyes closed to the rest of the world as he gave singular focus to his faith. Bruno prayed for many things. Prominent among them was, of course, his family. He prayed for their continued health, happiness and fulfilment. That they always knew the feeling of being loved and cherished and whole. He prayed for the townsfolk, that they found the courage and wisdom to navigate life’s trials.
For himself, he prayed rarely. When he did, he prayed for strength. Strength to endure his visions and their painful after-effects, strength to shoulder his burden with virtue and grace. Strength to simply continue on the path he had been given.
Sometimes his prayers were answered. Sometimes not. Yet his faith never wavered. It was a comfort to him, one that he clung to in dark days and even darker nights.
His prayers complete, Bruno crossed himself again, relishing the serene calm that flooded his entire body, relaxing his aching muscles and soothing his mind. The quiet unwavering comfort of faith he held dear to him, and while he knew his life as a seer was never easy, at least he had something in his life that was always there for him.
He’d lingered there, knowing exactly where he was. Knowing exactly what kind of decision lay in front of him. Knowing exactly the events that had transpired that led him to be there. He was a seer after all. He wanted to stay… but staying meant death, and he didn’t know if he was ready to die. He longed to be free of pain and suffering, but he also wanted his family. He wanted his sisters. He wanted his Mamá. All things considered, it was the hardest decision of his life…
Mirabel took it upon herself to watch over her Tío Bruno as he slept feverishly. She helped her Mamá keep him cool - carefully placing damp cloths on his forehead, making sure his hair was out of his face, keeping watch for any change in his unconscious state.
Bruno’s rats made a habit of gathering together, chattering excitedly at the foot of his bed. Some ventured onto the bed itself, but were quickly called back by the leader of the little group. Mirabel had asked Antonio to make sure to keep them fed and looked after. She wanted them all to be safe and well to greet her Tío when he woke up. Her little Antonio was only too pleased to help, a strange look clouding his eyes as he agreed enthusiastically to her request. But Mirabel couldn’t think about what was up with her little primo right now. All that mattered was that she was there when her Tío woke up. When he woke up…
Judging by the amazing response to my first set I thought you’d like some more so who’s ready for round 2
Have some more low quality shots of this anxious middle aged rat man because I just reallycannot get enough
First up is the only scene we get just Abuela and her hijo before he disappeared, this tiny scene is just so gorgeously lit but what I love most about it is Bruno’s expressions Our boy manages to convey concern, fear, sympathy and resignation all in one and that narrowing of the eyes thing he does
It’s fine Bruno, I’m fine. This is fine
Not only have I watched him fall and get up a hundred times cause it’s just so damn hilarious but FGHJLDKGF I love what his hair is doing in this shot #hairgoalsevenwhenmessyitstilllookslit
He’s literally just met his little nephew for the very first time and he just starts casually talking to Bruno like he’s known him all his life I mean what must be going through Bruno’s head in this moment can you imagine I have a lot of feelings about this one I mean I have a lot of feelings about this whole movie in general but
Antonio’s room is incredible but also the lighting of this beautiful shot omg someone give the artists an oscar or something for this also Bruno do you have to look so aesthetically pleasing you’re a fictional character dammit
Why do I find his serious concentration face so angsty omg I love it so much
His nervous little wave right before his sisters attack hug him his nervous little wave right before his sisters attack hug him tho
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh ❤️❤️❤️
Just look at this soft AF look he gives Mirabel lookit his lil smile and his soft eyes JUST LOOK AT IIIIIITTTTT
BONUS SHOT
He actually looks happy to see the townspeople coming to help them which is surprising in itself but also he’s trying to lean over Luisa so he can see them better and just look at the lil hopeful smile on his face*screams*
How did I get here having all these emotions about a fictional character all I know is he has to be protected at all costs and he deserves the world ok I’m gonna go cry now
Screenshots taken and edited by me please don’t steal them!
EDIT - soooo… Lin couldn’t bring himself to say one kind thing about John Leguizamo’s performance as Bruno? He showered everyone else with compliments and while we were watching Bruno’s scenes he was trying to distract us by tweeting photos from his Colombia trip…? I’m… a little sad and disappointed about that…
Have some low quality shots of this anxious middle aged rat man because I just cannot get enough
First up we have this one he’s just looking at his Mamá all watching her just walk straight past him just look at his face godammit it’s literally this emoji
Then this one which is so much worse just look at this sad little man and he’s doing that nervous thing with his hands and he just looks so sadand hurt SOMEONE GIVE HIM A HUG ITS ME I’LL GIVE HIM A HUG GODAMMIT
The man is ANGRY
Look at him being all defiant and brave with his hands on his hips even though he’s literally nearly doing the splits and looks ridiculous and probably knows it too I love this man so much
This one though probably the look that breaks my heart the most cause just look at him, look at how nervous and scared he is looking at his Mamá he looks as if he’s about to burst into damn tears how can animation convey so much emotion I mean dear god rip out my heart why don’t you
He goes down on one knee as he’s apologising to Pepa hegoes down on one knee as he’s apologising to Pepa
So this man has just been living in the walls for a decade without any human interaction and one of the first things he does upon rejoining his family is offer Pepa his hand and she takes it without a second thought cause he’s her brother and she’s missed him dearly I have a lot of emotions about this one
And finally, the smile I mean do I really have to say any words this whole scene is literally just pure serotonin and I’m drowning in my feels for this cute ass family ❤️
Screenshots taken and edited by me please don’t steal them!
CHAPTER 4 OF TRAPPED ON Ao3 NOW!! Here’s a preview…
Mirabel opened her eyes just in time to see the swirling tornado collapse to the ground, sand and debris flying everywhere at the sheer force of it. But the tornado wasn’t the only thing collapsing. She caught her Tío just before he hit the ground, cradling his unconscious body protectively in her arms as she shouted with all her might for the one person who would definitely hear her - Dolores. It was then that Mirabel noticed the blood trickling down from Bruno’s ears and nose, making tiny red rivulets down his face and dripping onto her shaking hand. She remembered what her Tío had told her. “Don’t be scared Mirabel, don’t be scared, don’t be scared” she repeated to herself, over and over. But she was a fifteen year old kid holding her unconscious Tío in her arms, and there was blood… a lot of blood. She was scared. Bruno, still unconscious, let out a soft gasp, followed by a longer pained moan. “Shh, It’s okay Tío Bruno, you’re okay now, I got you” she sniffed, unable to stop her tears falling onto his lax and unresponsive face as it rested just above her wildly beating heart. Where was Dolores? She was taking too long! Mirabel was just about to scream for her again when a wide eyed Dolores burst through the door as Bruno simultaneously let out another louder moan of pain. Mirabel’s fear skyrocketed. “Get Mamá, Dolores! Get Julieta!” She cried, grateful that her prima didn’t ask any questions before hurriedly running back down the stairs. Mirabel looked down at her Tío as he started to tremble. She manoeuvred her arm to hold him steadier, hugging Bruno against her as she felt his whole body start to shake…..
