#The QuietStorm

[catfindr]

[tododeku-or-bust]

I just hope y'all know I be talking about my mutuals on here like y'all are my friends. Using your "names" and everything. My boyfriend be like "now which one is this" and I'm like now you KNOW I'm talking about-

[instructionsonback]

A Visual Portrait of World Renowned Singer, Sade Adu.

Comes framed 9" x 12" 

with certificate of authenticity

[dungeonsphinx]

quiet storm

[trascapades]

🎨#ArtIsAWeapon

🖤GORGEOUS

Danielle Mckinney | Quiet Storm

Marianne Boesky Gallery

April 4 - 27, 2024

@danielle_mckinney_ @marianneboeskygallery

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Reposted from marianneboeskygallery.com

From Marianne Boesky Gallery is pleased to present Quiet Storm, an exhibition of new work by Danielle Mckinney (b. 1981; Montgomery, AL). In this ambitious new suite of oil paintings, Mckinney infuses intimate settings with radical beauty and striking emotional sway. Quiet Storm comes on the heels of the opening of Mckinney’s first institutional solo exhibition, Fly on the Wall, on view at the Fondazione Sandretto Re Rebaudengo in Turin, Italy through October 2024.

Throughout her intimately-scaled portraits, Mckinney imagines solitary female protagonists—nestled in dream-like domestic interiors—in moments of leisure and respite. In the twelve paintings in Quiet Storm, Mckinney conjures a spiritual—and physical—mise-en-scène. As Mckinney’s figures lounge on velvety sofas, nap in pillow-strewn beds, drag on cigarettes—fully immersed in their own interiority—a storm brews. Rain falls softly on the roof, thunder rumbling in the distance, the smell of petrichor creeping through cracks in the windows. A quiet storm brews internally, as well. Tranquil but electrified, these women ground themselves, corporeally and emotionally, in this moment alone.

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In pensive, cinematic portraits, painter Danielle Mckinney captures solitary female protagonists in moments of leisure and respite. Set in dream-like domestic interiors, Mckinney's figures sprawl across unmade beds, lounge in overstuffed armchairs, and splay on the floor in various states of undress. They smoke, read, and nap; immersed in their own worlds, ensconced in their own space, these women are consumed with rest, with pleasure, with leisure, with being. Hinting subtly at the busy routine of these figures' lives, Mckinney withholds their motivations, their thoughts, their comings and goings—in turn captivating viewers with narratives implied in elusive shadows and revealing details.

#DanielleMckinney #MarianeBoeskyGallery

#BlackGirlArtGeeks #FavoriteArtists #BlackWomenArtists #BlackBeauty

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[hunterkhean]

Chapter 1 I guess, The Twilight and the Storm :3 the gays

Will go back drawing Transformers soon, just need to get this off my Gallery lol.

[nonbinary-cryptid-baby]

soup 🍲

Thank you, I need to be squished tbh

[kspellman]

Right now "It's All About Love" on R&B Flavaz. Visit www.soundcheckiradio.com to listen and download the app. #LoveShow #lovesongs #quietstorm #soundcheckiradio #r&bflavaz @kennethspellman (at Soundcheck iRadio) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpwPXzrOMbq/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[iamghostwriter]

“Listen kid, I’ve been at this for longer than I care to remember, and nothing I say will prepare you for what lay ahead. All of this is uncharted territory, the Elder Gods have been silent for millennia, and now this. Welcome to the Big Show kid.” “…..she’s to green! You cannot tell me you think she’s ready?” Smiling confidently, “I’ve seen her in action. While you’re philosophizing about how we are no more than pawns of the Gods, Sabine speaks volumes with her actions. For instance, I imagine she’d whisper “Checkmate” into your ear just as her blade made its way across your throat.” #excerpt #spiritualnapalm #kickstarter #igcomicfam #campaign #coming #beprepared #quietstorm #igcomicbookfamily #panelalchemist #panelscientifix #readmorecomics #readmore #supportindiecomics #supportindiecreators #supportlocalartists #supportindieauthors #createimproverepeat https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm8MmJ4sf_L/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[kingmagjic-blog]

Lion god radio R&B love hour

[tododeku-or-bust]

I don't want to admit that seeing a black autistic boy talmbout one piece while getting a haircut was the straw that got me to finally agree to start the show, but despite knowing there's a lot to get through I already want three swords

ONE OF US- ONE OF US- ONE OF US- NAKAMA- NAKAMA- NAKAMA-

(also, the last straw, 😈 we already got you!)

look, you have quite literally the rest of your life to watch One Piece. That's why I'm taking my sweet ass time to watch it 🤣 I'm still practically at the beginning.

I will say this, if you can put the daunting anxiety that is watching the whole thing to the side, the show itself is quite enjoyable. One thing I really respect and enjoy about Oda is that you will get an answer to the immediate questions you have lmao. If there's a piece of narrative where you're like "now how the hell is this gonna happen-" he gone invent SOMETHING to make it happen.

If you're talking about the live action (which was an absolute JOY to watch) I'm happy you did that too! I'm happy and you should have no shame in saying that seeing joy in a child's face (especially for the Black nerds, always) made you wanna watch!

[scribesandvibes]

We're looking for #poets! Tag your favorite #poet or #spokenwordartist. We're accepting submissions for #poeticmomemts on #thequietstorm with #V103's @iamjoycelittel and co-host @thequeensheba. Tap the #linkinbio to contact us and learn more about opportunities to perform your #poetry LIVE on air. -Stevie #scribesandvibes #adifferentkindofvibe #unorthodoxtribe ・・・ #quietstorm #slowjams #spokenword #passionandpoetry #poetryvshiphop #joycelittel #thequeensheba https://www.instagram.com/p/Ck2PxopgRuy/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[miyuhpapayuh]

before work.

Bright rays of sunshine cast through their maroon drapes, causing her to squint her eyes and turn her body. However, her movement is halted by Michael bringing her body back into his.

He groans softly in his slumber, wrapping his arm around her bare waist. She sighs and looks over at the clock; it reads five minutes after eight.

She groans, shutting her eyes in frustration. She peers over her shoulder, watching him sleep like a baby. She rolls her eyes and pushes at his arm, trying to get up.

"Michael," she pushes at his arm again but, he doesn't budge, "Michael... I have to get up."

He shifts slightly before wrapping his arm tighter around her, "whyyy? Stay here with me."

"I can't. I've already been late once, this week." She chuckles, thinking back to a couple days ago. She practically raced to work and barely made it.

"Come on baby," he moves her wild hair away from her neck, "stay with Daddy." He places soft kisses on her skin.

"Baby.... hmm, I can't."  Instead of pushing him away, she reaches back to run her fingers through his thick hair. Her body is betraying her, big time.

"You don't seem like you wanna leave, mama." He chuckles and lifts her right leg up, rubbing her bud. She jerks, placing her hand on top of his.

"I do... I have to— ohh shit" she throws her head back, feeling his long fingers push into her wetness.

He removes his fingers and places them in his mouth. He dips his length into her, causing her back to arch.

"Michaeeel! I'm gonna be laaate!" He hooks her leg onto his waist and continues to slowly thrust into her.

"The more you fight it," he grunts and tightens his grip on her waist, "the longer you'll be here."

She grips his thigh, pulling him deeper into her. He smirks against her neck, continuing to pump into her.

Her shallow breathing turns into sporadic moaning. He quickens his pace, feeling her walls tighten around his swollen member.

"Fuck! Ohhhh fuck!" She digs her nails into his thigh, biting her lip harshly.

"What was you sayin'?" He growls in her ear.

She scratches at his arm, trying to push him away. He grunts and pulls her right leg over his shoulder, getting in between her legs.

"Answer me, baby." He hovers over her, gyrating his hips into hers. She places her hands on his chest, arching her back off the bed.

"Unh! I'm gon—ooh shit," he digs deeper into her, causing her to wrap her legs tightly around him. He buries his face into her neck.

"Stay with me, baby..." she grips his back and lets out a strangled grunt.

"I c-can't! I wish... I wish I could but, I can't!" He pulls off the bed and sits her in his lap, gently rocking back and forth into her.

"Come on, baby." She can feel herself caving. She's bound to explode at any moment.

"I'm gonna cum!" She squeals, gripping at his shoulders and throwing her head back.

He grips her waist firmly, thrusting upward into her. She loses her mind.

"Fuck, Michael!" Her back arches and her legs begin to shake. She places a hand on his knee to balance herself.

"Ah shit! Oh my—" her sentence gets cut off from the jaw dropping orgasm, washing over her.

"Fuck," he grunts lowly, filling her up. She groans and looks over at the clock.

It reads forty-five minutes past eight. She rolls her eyes and looks at Michael.

"You made me late, again." He chuckles, placing kisses all over her sweaty skin.

"I made you cum, though."

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[hunterkhean]

A Silly Warrior Cat Fanfic "The Twilight and the Storm" the Silly Gays lol

[devildomwriter]

This Is Super Random But…

WhiteDawn — for his hair and his desire to bring about a new dawn to humanity in which they are equal with demons and angels

LongPath — for his very long life and many long travels

QuietStorm — for his tendency to show up out of nowhere and bring chaos in his silence and plotting