#baftas

[idontknowreallywhy]

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wallace and gromit arrive at the baftas

[amethysthollis]

david tennant defying mavity

[aquaholicsanonymousworld]

if ur still taking glen request…can you do something like second chance romance…the reader and him have been broken up for a couple years and they bump into each other and realize that there’s still some underlying feelings for one another :)

yes and no but I cant get over him at the baftas so here you go. and the pics of him and lily james leaving the afterparty together made me spiral. enjoy!

London was supposed to be easy.

You had made it through the BAFTAs without seeing Glen once. The event had been a blur of red carpet interviews, champagne toasts, and polite small talk with people who all secretly cared about the same thing—who won, who lost, and who looked the best doing it.

You had done everything right. Held your head high, smiled when necessary, even convinced yourself you weren’t thinking about him when, in reality, every time you turned a corner, you braced yourself for the possibility of running into him. But it never happened. And you thought that meant you were fine.

Until you saw the pictures.

Glen Powell and Lily James leaving a BAFTA after-party together.

Your stomach twisted the second you saw the headline. Your thumb hovered over the screen, scrolling through the pictures. Him, looking stupidly good in his tux. Lily, effortlessly gorgeous, laughing at something he said. The two of them slipping into a black car, the door closing behind them.

You broke up with him.

You had no right to feel this way.

And yet, your fingers moved faster than your rationality.

You: Didn’t realize you came to London to do press for your rom-com with Lily early. Or is this just method acting?

You regretted it immediately. It was childish. Snarky. Petty in a way you had no business being. You considered unsending it, but the little “Read” notification popped up almost instantly, and before you could think of how to backtrack, he responded.

Glen: You broke up with me.

So simple. No sass, no anger—just a reminder. One that made your stomach sink. But before you could swallow your pride and let it go, he sent another text.

Glen: But if you need me to pretend like that didn’t happen, just say the word.

The air left your lungs.

You knew exactly what he meant. If you wanted to take it back—to say you’d made a mistake—he’d be there in a second. Just like that.

Your pride and your heart waged war for a full minute before you caved.

You: Can I see you?

A beat passed. Then another. Then—

Glen: Name the place.

You did. A quiet, out-of-the-way bar near your hotel. Somewhere without cameras, without friends, without any excuse not to be honest.

When he walked in, his hair was still styled from the BAFTAs, his bowtie undone, his tux jacket draped over his arm. His gaze found you immediately, his expression unreadable as he slid into the booth across from you.

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Then, he sighed. “What are we doing?”

You didn’t know how to answer that. You had reached out impulsively, emotionally, without thinking it through. But now, sitting here, looking at him, feeling everything you had been trying to ignore for weeks, you knew what you wanted.

“I miss you,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

Glen exhaled, shaking his head like he already knew. “You don’t get to do this,” he said, his tone gentle but firm. “You don’t get to end things and then get jealous when you see me moving on.”

“I know,” you said quickly. “I know, and I shouldn’t have texted you like that. I just—I saw the pictures, and I felt���”

“Like you made a mistake?” he filled in, leaning forward slightly.

You didn’t answer right away.

Because this wasn’t just about missing him. Missing him was easy. It was the part that came after—the part where you had to acknowledge that you had let go of something you weren’t ready to lose—that was harder.

Glen studied you for a moment before shaking his head, a soft, knowing smile on his lips. “I’ll make this easy for you,” he said. “Either we’re done, and you let me go, or you tell me right now that you want me back, and I drop everything. But I’m not doing this in-between bullshit.”

Your breath caught.

That was Glen. Always all in. Always clear about what he wanted. Always waiting for you to catch up.

And now, you had a choice to make.

[gloriousgwendolinechristie]

Gwendoline Christie on meeting Tom Cruise at a pre-BAFTA party last night, ‘Severance’ season 2 and having goats as co-stars #EEBAFTAs

Source: Deadline

[becabeale143]

[disarmluna]

[ayo-edebiri]

DAVID TENNANT I BAFTA Film Awards 2025

[crowlixcx]

The BAFTA Film Awards (2025)

[winter-seance]

BAFTA 2024

[blueboldandbright]

It will live in my head forever now

Really quick sketch of David Tennant getting his Wicked on at the BAFTAs in his most Crowly outfit

[andrew-garfielld]

GWENDOLINE CHRISTIE EE BAFTA Film Awards (Feb 16, 2025)

[lestatslestits]

Not now, honey. Mommy’s middle aged men are being weird about each other on the BAFTAs

[dontbotheraziraphale]

I dont want david tennant to ever abandon his current fashion era. Fuzzy stripes and non-binary pin during the day, Crowley-coded genderless fuckery by night. Need to be able to count on this for years to come

[sixshotsinatumbllr]

I watched this scene over and over trying to work out why DT's face wasn't right. Was it a badly matched foundation? Did they gel his eyebrows wrong?

Took me an embarrassingly long time to realise his eyes were the wrong colour and the snake tattoo was missing.

Usually I see Crowley and DT as two separate entities but at the Baftas they felt like the same person.

David & Georgia Tennant | The BAFTA Film Awards (2025)

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

Joshua Kane is the designer that makes the suit that David wears to events. This was just posted today. What if David wears this to BAFTAs 👀❤.

[princeloww]

WE'RE SO FUCKING BACK