#Irene sheen

[procrastiel]

Remember Irene in May?

*chuckles* yeah

[purplewillowchicken]

Me when I discover Michael Sheen's mum retweeted my post on X

Also me when I spot my spelling mistake

[dtmsrpfcringe]

Hey, I‘m so glad you‘re back!

I was just wondering and hoping maybe you or one of your followers could shed some light on this: NGO keeps on posting screenshots of retweets of a twitter account called Irene Sheen (my short research found out the handle is @IreneSheen26) with the hashtag #mama sheen - they‘re really acting like it‘s MS‘s mum.

My question now: is there any chance that it is actually MS‘s mum posting on Twitter?

hi, so I think that this is indeed Michael's mom since he does follow her. She seems to mostly repost random fandom things, but posts about Michael and Anna too, which NGO would think you would ignore.

Although one time there was this girl who claimed to be the daughter of bass player for warrant Jerry Dixon. She in fact, was not. She was very believable, posted photos etc, followed by the bandturns out that he doesn't even have a daughter. She even edited a Wikipedia page so who knows what people will do.

[invisibleicewands]

Cinemaniacs E02 14/02/2015 - #5

[ingravinoveritas]

Long time reader/lurker, first time writer. Have you seen the article Michael wrote for the mirror published on 15/8/2024? it won’t let me link it here, but it’s titled “Theatre changed my life“ and it’s a wonderful piece - I felt very sad to hear him speak of his father’s struggle with Alzheimer’s, but it always warms my heart to see all the good he’s doing with his charity work. It reminded me of hearing him speak so passionately about his charitable works on the Table Manners podcast

anyway- thanks for all you do in the fandom- I always enjoy your thoughtful and (sometimes racy) posts!

Hi there! Oh, it's so lovely to hear from a longtime reader/lurker. I appreciate you writing in! I did indeed see the article Michael wrote for The Mirror this past week. I'll post the link below, for folks who haven't gotten a chance to see it:

I didn't know that Michael's dad has Alzheimer's, and was so saddened to read about this and to imagine the pain his family must be feeling. One of the things that made me first fall in love with Michael is that he is such a brilliant storyteller, but in particular when he talks about people he really loves. He brings those people so completely to life because he wants you to know who they are. Meyrick has always seemed like such an almost larger-than-life character, and it felt like we knew him, in a way, from Michael's stories--especially the ones about his work as a Jack Nicholson lookalike. So it breaks my heart to know that Michael is having to see the threads of who his father is slowly slipping away.

I agree with you as well that it was lovely to read about Michael talking about his charity work. None of it felt braggadocios in the slightest--rather, it seemed like it was Michael saying, "I've done all these things, but there is still so much more to do, so many more people who need help." It seems like he doesn't even necessarily think of it as "charity work," but as essential efforts to create change. Things that should already be happening, but that for one reason or another aren't.

Michael never seems content, in that way, to rest on his laurels, and that may be why he is always keeping himself busy with film work, charity work, and so on. I love as well that he started Mab Gwalia to fund endeavors that he himself is unable to personally helm, but still supports and champions (ASD Rainbows and A Writing Chance are particularly close to my heart as a writer who also happens to be an autistic woman). I just hope he isn't overextending himself by trying to do too much, especially after spending the first half of this year playing Nye Bevan, which was so physically and mentally demanding on its own.

I also wanted to thank you for the kind words you said at the close of your message. There are times where it's difficult for me to tell what sort of presence I have in the fandom, or if I'm just shouting into the void (though I suppose we all are, in a way). So I am very glad to know that you are enjoying my posts (even if I do tend to overthink everything). My heartfelt gratitude to you for writing in! x

[gay-and-sad-marauder]

OH MY GOD to any good omens fans out there who aren’t on twitter (X sounds like a math problem i will not be engaging with thank you) — apparently michael sheen’s MUM is ON TWITTER retweeting good omens videos and screenshots!!!

the way she’s supporting her amazing son and sharing fan content where people are talking about them being queer and in love and also her pretend making a pass at david tennant like???? this is so pure everyone needs an irene sheen in their life to hype up their work like this

see attached for some of the highlights 🫶🏳️‍🌈

[a-wild-regulus-kinnie]

People! My ask box is opened so please feel free to share your opinions, theories and anything really. I'm pretty bored. Also, I'm in the Marauders fandom, Doctor Who, Sherlock, Takin' Over the Asylum and Good Omens fandoms. And I also like a lot Drag Race so feel free to talk about any of those in my ask box.

On a side note I'm trying to think of a name for 2 of my ocs. One is pretty much like fanon Barty Crouch Jr. but he's pretty nice and the other is pretty much like fanon Evan Rosier. I'll probably make another post talking about them more but I need names.

[procrastiel]

Uhm. Irene, darling. Uhm. You know what? Nevermind.

[orth82]

Michael Sheen=the greatest.

Despite how exhausted he was after Thursday's performance (he was on FIRE that night) he still took the time to see all of his adoring fans at the stage door and make loads of people's day.

Friday's stage door was truly magical, and the energy in the crowd was off the charts. Loads of hardcore fans and talented fanartists were there and it became a spontaneous mini Ineffable Sheen Convention of sorts.

Everyone was interacting and supporting each other like the fabulous family we are. One girl was so nervous she almost threw up. Another adorable fan had a full-on breakdown of the most joyous and beautiful kind after meeting their hero. Shy and trembling fans were gently encouraged and helped by the complete strangers next to them (as well as MS himself).

An international delegation of Sheenie fans comprised of some of the loveliest and most talented people on earth, all brought together by our adoration of this beautiful man.

So many hugs, happy tears, stories and wee handmade gifts were exchanged. I am so grateful to have been lucky enough to be a part of it all.

And yes, that's his handwritten bratty Bastille Azi quote on my collarbone, freshly tattooed this morning in Soho (he kindly wrote it on a post-it note for the specific purpose).

Oh, and then this happened. Irene, you are a cinnamon roll and we all think you're just the bee's knees ☺️

Toward the end of my third magical stage door encounter I finally had the wherewithal to ask for a photo. Still not brave enough to request a hug but my hand went straight for his glorious tummy of its own accord. My brain ceased to function at that point and I am now deceased 💀

There are no words to describe how grateful I am to Michael, the phenomenal cast and the best fandom on earth for this unforgettable experience. I genuinely hope MS knows how loved he is and how much we appreciate all he does. This world is a better place because of him 🖤

(btw that adorable Nye kewpie doll is the creation of the talented @buzzinglarrieee and the Nye watercolour was a gift to MS made by @dennissima)

[invisibleicewands]

Cinemaniacs E02 14/02/2015 - #4

[babybeastluv]

Scrapped Drabble

Irene x fem reader

an- just a little something I needed to get off my mind

In the corner of their shared bedroom, where the soft glow of a bedside lamp cast a warm sheen, Irene stood tall and commanding as y/n knelt before her. Looking up with eyes glistening, y/n felt a mixture of vulnerability and adoration for the towering girl. It was a private moment of intimacy that defined their unique relationship.

"Irene," y/n whispered softly, her voice barely audible above the hush of the night.

Irene's gaze softened, a rare moment of vulnerability flashing across her features. "Yes, my love," she hummed, a slight tremor in her tone betraying her tough exterior.

A wave of tenderness washed over y/n, and she reached out to gently touch Irene's hand. The air between them crackled with unspoken emotions, the unyielding dominance giving way to a fleeting moment of connection.

"You look so pretty on your knees for me," Irene murmured, her voice a low timbre that sent shivers down y/n's spine.

In that moment, amidst the whispers and the soft glow of the lamp, y/n realized that their love was a delicate dance of power and surrender—a balance that defined the very essence of their relationship. With a shared glance and a knowing smile, they embraced the profound beauty of their connection, secure in the knowledge that they were bound together by something deeper than words could ever express.

[dtmsrpfcringe]

I know someone you should target next. She posts pro shipping content almost daily and follows the accounts of many well known shippers. This person makes no secret that she ships David and Michael together and something needs to be done to stop her before their wives (sic) find out. Her name is Irene Sheen. Go tell the old lady that you know more about her son than she does!

i feel like you eat crayons and lead paint for breakfast. Irene reposts all sorts of cute photos of her son with his gf, kids, and David too. Hell even random fans, does she also ship Michael with those random fans. Plus I'm sure Michael himself isn't too happy with either ingravinoveritas or ngo *clears throat* as evidenced by a certain person's post.

Anyways, might wanna see a doctor, you probably have that brain eating worm rfk had, though let's be honest that thing is gonna die of starvation. Prayers for recovery.

[harrisongirlie]

It was over.

The crack of weapon fire slowed to a halt, the cries of war and battle began to cease, the silence of their sins hanging over a field of blood and metal like the weight of a headsmans axe. The Queen was dead. By her hands, she was dead. She did not recognize the hands that she looked upon, so drenched in blood and covered in gore that one would surely think it was some false play at horror. Yet it wasn't. It clung to her, sticky and hot. It filled her mouth, tasting of iron and guilt. Her hair clung to her head with a thick and wet sheen of sanguine fluid, her eyes shined through blood drenched lashes. Every ounce of color within her naturally bright and gaudy form was erased, covered by the blood of someone she considered a hero and the ashes of those she had burned upon the pyre of her conquest.

Everything around her went silent, her own breathing growing heavier and heavier as she could only hear the beat of her heart within her chest. Bile crawled to her throat, her teeth biting down within her mouth to hold it back. She had killed so many and in what world did she have such a right? She was a ship engineer. She was a pilot and a lancer that primarily focused on recovery and scouting missions. She was not a murderer...right?

Doubt and guilt filled her stomach like poison, hate and fear filled her veins like venom and she was woefully weak to its pull upon her mind. There was no thought of peace, no thought of the war she had ended with her own hands. She had ended no war, she had begun her own, started by the hands that sundered the stars and tore the wings from god.

Who was she //a sinner// to do such a horror?

Who was she //a wolf// to cause such a murder?

Who was she //a caged beast// to tear the home of another asunder?

Voices, doubts and praise licked at the back of her mind like the fires of damnation. She would have no solace atop the bodies of the dead, she would have no joy when hung by the horrors of sin. She had hung the queen upon her noose of silvered sin, yet from the same branches she herself had been hung upon a noose of blackened horror.

Yet, upon her branch, a hand most kind had reached and loosened the knot that bound her at the throat. She fell into a bed of iron and blood, the cries of her companion echoing within her mind like that of a sirens song.

Morse was alive.

She called for the monarchists to stand down, she cried for those that had been lost and the pain within her voice was unmistakable. Bloodied hands gripped to the shell of the frame she had laid low, the body of the queen scattered beside her like the corpse of a animal gored by its own compliance with the predators jaws. She stood on shaking legs and ran. She ran as fast as she could, to the one who she had longed to save.

Albatross had done well, their medical expertise having been critical in the still breathing yet mangled form of the woman who she had come to know and care for. Tears fell from bloodied eyes, their path creating gashes upon the blood that caked the face of the sinner. She was alive, but in pain. There was no hand for her to hold, no body that she could hug and comfort, the danger was of too much risk.

So she did what she could, a kiss pressed to the forehead of Morse. She could not comfort her in the ways she knew, but she would stand by her side for as long as the hells called for.

She herself was later treated to, although she remembers none of it. Irene's assistance and instruction was given to those who assisted, Anna's thoughts of her own body lost to the blood upon her hands and the marred form of Morse that laid within the extensive care of the Albatross's medics. She would have time to worry for her body and mind later. She needed to talk to Diplomat, she needed to speak to Morse and most of all she needed to speak to her Mother.

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@albatross-lancer @corsair-mc-official

[tashthefirst]

And his mum 😭❤️

Absolutely losing my mind! Michael replied! He cannot know how much things like this mean to fans.

[cloud-based-and-rainpilled]

I’m sorry but that boomer woman commenting on Georgia Tennant’s Staged post with powerful thirst is living rent free in my head

The entire British press: Wow look how cute Michael Sheen and David Tennant’s friendship is!! Wow, they’re such close friends, look at their bromance, they have such ✨ chemistry (no homo,) they’re totes obsessed with each other in an super heterosexual platonic way!!1! ^_^

Irene: Lol they fuckin can I watch

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