Oliver Smith

If it's not worth doin' it right, let's not do it at all 22 :: Roosa Assistant Quidditch Coach

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Am I the only one who notices that thing he does before and after he smiles?

[sirredmayne]

I always try to describe making movies like summer camp, or some holiday where you spend all day, every day with a new group of people whom you kind of love and then never see again.

[xoxoeddie]

Eddie Redmayne attends the Met Gala After-Parties at the Boom Boom Room, the Mark Hotel, the Diamond Horseshoe

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Eddie Redmayne in Esquire Colombia, photographed by Simon Lipman.

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 “I don’t care if you don’t like me”

Celebrity Portrait Photography - Eddie Redmayne

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Eddie Redmayne being an adorable emotional wreck when winning his Academy Award for best actor, Oscars 2015 ;

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Eddie Redmayne by Nino Muñoz 2015

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Sunday Afternoon || Oliver & Teagan

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Teagan had known that she’s not herself since her first encounter with those Dementors. They had changed her. She had never been jumpy since she was a little. She has barely seen going anywhere without any of her friends around. Yet now she’s here with her wand raised, almost hex someone and she’s on her own. Honestly, she’s still trying to figure things out. She must have found the answer of her problem; of what had happened to her after that very night. “Oliver.” She nodded, her hands were shaking and turning blue since she had clutched her wand tightly. As her eyes met a pair of familiar green eyes belongs to the Roosa student and strangely, her heart flutters with.. happiness and relieve. How come she found herself a safe haven in this man? The man that she never had a chance to know, nor to talk to. The redhead blinked slightly, looking at somewhere else but him.

“Uh.. Oliver– I think it’s me. It’s my fault,” she assured him, licking her lips as she continue, “Maybe it’s just me. I have no idea that someone’s around and I owe you an apology,” she shrugged, offered him a slight smile. “I.. I’m fine. How about you?”

[oliverosmith-blog]

Glad that Teagan seemed to be able to relax and be less tense now that she saw that it was only him who had intruded upon her, he exhaled, relaxing himself. Oliver swallowed lightly. He wasn’t always the most talkative of guys, but around Teagan he always became a little more nervous, fidgety. Sometimes it showed by his awkward movements, other times it appeared by his word vomit; often spilling from his mouth, not always making sense, filled with rambles. Such was the case today. “No, no. No worries. It’s fine, really. I think everyone is on edge right now with the weird attack on the school, and the Brotherhood, not to mention Fitz... It’s fine- I’m fine.” He reassured her gently, but rambling. “I probably would have done the same honestly.” His mind wandered back to the erklings and mental shudder ran across his brain. After his and Roman’s brush with them, he would be absolutely fine never seeing one of those terrifying and ugly creatures again. He blinked as if to shut the thought from his mind, turning his attention to the girl before him, a shy smile forming back on his lips. He took in a long draw of air before speaking. “I could be worse.” His head bobbed, nodding. “What about you? How are you holding up?” Looking around, his green eyes swept the place,  his brows furrowed, as he moved to sit down. “What brings you out here?”

[danicaxsinclair]

Hm? What? I wasn’t sleeping.

[oliverosmith-blog]

It’s alright, I’m having that problem myself. Some classes are just so hard to stay awake for. Why’d they have to schedule them so early in the morning?

[bespokeredmayne]

Eddie Redmayne promoting The Theory of Everything in Turin, Italy  (Universal Pictures )

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Photographed by Brian Bowen Smith

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Sunday Afternoon || Oliver & Teagan

It’s one quiet afternoon. After that turmoil weekend, things were getting tough. Seems like someone’s– the Headmaster’s– death might bring a huge change in the air. Days seems a lot more quiet than ever, no one seems to get into the mood in doing anything. School was still in its mourning days. The nights were even worse for some of them. Teagan herself had been in a rather shaken condition. She still found it hard not to remember those voices inside her head from her encounter with the Dementors.

With a book on her lap, Teagan sits in a rather empty aisle. Not that she wanted to abandon that book, but the weather seems nice. She had to close her eyes, merely to enjoy the fresh air brought by the wind that blows. She has never been an outdoor person, but the weather managed to convince her to give her pale skin some sun-kissed glow. Her red flaming hair blows frivolously. Strangely, she wasn’t complaining. Seems the winds managed to seep through her, brings back those memories from her home– her real childhood home. She shook her head lightly, trying to get rid those thoughts. Not another sentimental thought. She doesn’t need any of those right in this moment.

Her musings cut by steps that coming from afar. Her head snaps toward one empty corridor. Her eyes fluttered open, looking for the source of that sound. Hands on her wand, she stands up; got herself into an attack position. She was about to throw a hex as she saw someone she knew there. Her lips curved into a slight smile. “Oh, Lord! Oliver.“ She lowered her wand, a sheepish smile curved on her lips. “Good lord, I’m sorry..”

[oliverosmith-blog]

With all the excitement and bustle of the Brotherhood attacking the school. the weekend had been quite hectic. With the added additional stress of studying for finals, it’d all equaled up for hardly any sleep for the Roosa college student. But on top of it all, Coach Rhodes had been suspended for a couple of weeks, leaving Oliver in charge of running the quidditch practices. He had always been good at juggling multiple jobs at once, but he would admit that once things had calmed down he’d be glad.

After quite the intense study session in his dorm, Oliver was in need of a break, a breather. He pushed back from his desk, stretching his legs out, and then each arm one at a time. A yawn forced his mouth open, unable to fully fend off the sleepiness. Deciding to take a walk, he stood from his desk and shuffled out into the hallways. It was a quiet afternoon, not many other students or professors were out and about, undoubtedly keeping to themselves to recoup and grieve after the awful weekend they had all experience. 

Oliver found himself more or less aimlessly wandering the halls. He wasn’t particularly going anywhere specific, his feet just kept moving while his mind jumped from topic to topic. It wasn’t long, however, before he nearly crashed into a fellow student. It was clear Teagan was not expecting him and was still on edge from the recent events. He let out a small gasp before stepping back and righting his balance. “Teagan!” He cleared his throat before continuing, smoothing out his pants. “No, no. Don’t be sorry. I, uh, kind of snuck up on you there, didn’t I? Sorry.” He couldn’t help but return the apology back to her. “Are you okay?” He smiled softly at her, hoping he hadn’t startled her too much.

[roman-blackwell]

We’ll practice in secret if that ever happens and boycott quidditch until they bring him back. But I don’t think that’s about to happen. 

[oliverosmith-blog]

I don’t either, but at least now we’ve got a plan in case it would.