#Corps Member

[balanchine-ballet-master]

Brief Interview with Christina Clark

This month's issue of Dance magazine has a brief interview with Christina Clark, a member of NYCB's corps de ballet.

New York City Ballet Dancer Christina Clark Is Celebrating Every Stage by Olivia Manno

NYCB's Christina Clark at the theater. Photo: Jonah Rosenberg for Dance magazine

When Christina Clark saw her first Nutcracker performance at age 5, she didn’t immediately aspire to the roles of Sugarplum Fairy or Dewdrop—instead, she was fixated on the dozens of children in the cast. “I was determined to become one of those kids onstage,” she remembers. “Performing was the only goal.” Clark, a New York City native, was accepted into the School of American Ballet at age 7, became an apprentice with New York City Ballet in 2016, and was promoted to the corps de ballet in 2017.

With her elongated limbs and polished port de bras, Clark is a remarkably self-possessed dancer who uses her 5′ 10 1/2″ frame to fully inhabit every choreographic moment and musical note. She debuted in a slew of roles in 2023, including the Tall Girl in George Balanchine’s “Rubies” and the lead woman in Haieff Divertimento, which hadn’t been performed by NYCB since 1994. As more opportunities continue to come her way, Clark is determined to squeeze as much as possible out of each experience: “My overarching goal is always to continue growing—in my technique, my artistry, and my approach to new roles.”

Embracing the Unfamiliar “I love exploring different movement styles, even if they’re not my forte. When I was rehearsing Justin Peck’s sneaker ballet The Times Are Racing, I had to tackle questions like ‘How does my weight need to be distributed differently in a sneaker versus a pointe shoe?’ or ‘How can I syncopate the steps and accent certain moments that reveal different aspects of the music?’”

Using Imagination as a Tool “As an English major at Columbia University, I love storytelling. When preparing for a role, I imagine a character or story to inform my movement. Even for something plotless like Haieff Divertimento or ‘Rubies,’ there’s a certain flavor to each part. It’s helpful to think about steps in terms of analogies and images, ranging from moving my hands through water to embodying a strand of seaweed in the ocean.”

A Recurring Pinch-Me Moment “Dancing Balanchine’s Serenade always feels like a career-reaffirming experience. I’ve performed it for many seasons, and every time, it hits me that I’m living in the tableau I dreamed of for so long. It’s such a community-based ballet, and one of my favorite things about this career is connecting with the dancers around me—they’re my best friends and greatest sources of inspiration. To dance as part of a group, especially in a ballet containing so much meaning and joy, will always be a highlight.”

Christina Clark on the terrace of the theater. Photo: Jonah Rosenberg for Dance magazine

[incorrect-green-lantern-quotes]

You know that trope where Batman doesn't tell the Justice League about his family because he's extra paranoid, so they think he works alone until they meet/fight/get rescued by the Batfamily? You could easily do that with Hal and the other Green Lanterns.

Of course, because none of them are nearly as cloak and dagger as Batman, it's less about maintaining secrecy and more of Hal just forgetting to explain things to the Justice League in between his various Space Troubles.

[demonslayedher]

Pssst. Hey. Ufotable. How about Kaigaku focus for filler?

[kryptonbabe]

I never get enough of Soranik Natu using her green lantern ring to practice her medical abilities, especially when she's doing it for free on the slums and poor neighborhoods of Korugar, healing people who otherwise would have no way to access medical treatment. That's one of the coolest ways to use the green lantern energy to help others

From Green Lantern Corps #5 & #10 (2007)

[ratwithhands]

I was listening to So Much (For) Stardust and accidentally had too many thoughts in one sitting so we have another AU concept. I don't have a solid name yet so I've just been calling Team Supernova AU.

Long story short:

Ghetsis freezes over Unova's major cities, taking most survivors hostage to join Team Plasma, and leaving several thousands dead from the frost

Emmet, Elesa, and others try fending off the Plasma Frigate in Nimbasa but ultimately lose with injuries (Emmet got frozen on his right side)

Emmet takes as many survivors as he can into the tunnels, later joining other groups to his and forming Team Supernova in resistance to Team Plasma

Ingo went missing about a year prior to all of this, so Emmet has already spent a lot of time alone. The only pokemon he has left is Ingo's Chandelure, as the rest did not survive the invasion. He's generally very cold and shut off emotionally as a result, and doesn't really express himself like he used to.

I'll drop more details later, right now the AU in early concept stages so it's essentially a bundle of "what would this be like" and "what if this happened" and "this could be cool". If I have time I'll drop some of the other uniform designs later. Anyways have a good night, see ya.

[reestallized]

my sister keeps calling her Yishira

[porkbeverage]

My favorite genre of art is putting this guy in normal animal situations

[mimikip4744]

Pom Headcannons (+ art)

These are my headcannons for this character, if you don’t agree that’s totally fine. I just felt like sharing :)

Since I’ve heard people refer to her as both Lisa and Pom, I’ve decided that her full name is Elisabeth Pomeranian, with Pom as a preferred nickname

HATES the nickname ‘Lisa.’ It reminds her of home. Yeah she doesn’t like her family that much.

Loves dogs, and was ecstatic when she found out she would constantly be working with one in the rescue corps

Was and is a beach girl. Karut has a rather hot climate with plenty of beaches. She has tan skin and freckles as a result of staying in the sun all day. She also constantly looks sunburned

Is pretty fuckin strong. Growing up around beaches has resulted in her being a really strong swimmer, and she can lift around 3 times her own body weight if she wanted to. Shepherd and Dingo were absolutely HUMBLED the first time they saw her in action, as she’s not someone who looks strong at first glance.

contrary to how Olimar and Louie appear to be some kind of Bad luck magnet, Pom is like a lucky charm. She’s not incredibly lucky, but she was lucky enough to find Shepherd almost immediately after finding Collin, among other small things like getting to shelter just moments before a storm, or finding a lucky coupon for her favorite restaurant on the street out of nowhere.

she’s one of those people who look cute and dainty but can and will kick your ass

If she had to pick a favorite Pikmin, she wouldn’t be able to, but she would tell you that she likes that the blues can swim with her

She likes to work out with dingo

her and Bernard have a sister/brother type relationship. They spend a lot of time together and often go eat together. They also act as each other’s wingman should either of them get into a relationship.

she gets pretty scary when she’s mad. Like she even freaks out those she’s not mad at. Her usual peppy tone deepens into growls, and her eyes narrow into slits.

[ferronite]

Quick(ish) doodles of some more of my nuggets :)

...I think the quality got tanked. Damn.

[haveyouthoughtaboutcomicstoday]

Sometimes grief hits the hardest when things are going well.

Arisia pauses mid sentence while playfully arguing with Iolande about which of them was at fault for messing up their last mission—causing it to extend an extra 4 days and making them miss John’s birthday party.

The other lantern lays a gentle hand on her wrist when the silence extends too long, head tilted to the side in concern, “is something wrong?”

Arisia blinks awkwardly at her. It’s hard to explain why her chest has gone tight and her eyes feel hot. Why she’s suddenly forgotten how to measure her breaths. She forces a smile but knows based off Iolande’s expression that it doesn’t come across as comforting as she had hoped.

Pulling her hand away, she makes an excuse of needing a refill, lifting her mostly empty glass from the table as evidence. Nearly running directly into another lantern who was sitting nearby, she cringed uncomfortably before making her way through the thrum of people populating Warriors. It’s the dinner rush and, as is always the case when everyone isn’t busy being stretched across the galaxy, it’s a packed house.

The heat of tightly pressed bodies, the overwhelming sound of dozens of larger-than-life personalities holding court over a relatively small space, a poker game in the corner that erupts into a wall of sound every once in a while. It was too much.

She feels her skin prickle as Vath’s arm brushes hers while walking in the opposite direction on his way back to Isamot. He might have stopped to say something but all she can hear is her blood rushing in her ears, the erratic thump of her heart trapped in the too small space of her chest. Finally making it to the bar, she follows it, ducking and diving around chairs and bodies until she makes it to the door leading out back. Throwing it open, she takes a deep breath of the slightly cool air of Oa that greets her. She steps through and lets the door fall close with a heavy thud.

She waits a beat in the new found silence before crumpling where she stands on the small steps. Her forehead presses to the knobby bones of her knees, shoulders hunched forward to enclose herself against the world. Arms wrap tightly around her legs.

Everyone was alive.

A single door stands between her and their laughter.

It’s been years since she’d gotten her ring back, since she was given a chance to hug Kilowog again, and Salaak fell back into bossing everyone around in the neurotic, overbearing, mothering way of his. It wasn’t even the anniversary of anything, so why did she feel a yawning pit open itself inside of her? She hates how helpless and small she feels in that moment. Especially over something so insignificant in the grand scheme of it all.

There was nothing left to grieve. Breathe. Get up. Go back inside. She knows she needs to apologize to Iolande and Soranik (who’d also been sitting at the table with them, now that Arisia was thinking about it), and enjoy the time off like a normal, well adjusted adult. She counts down from three to help spur herself into action, yet finds herself immobilized.

Her eyes drift to the soft green hum of her ring and there is a flash of anger, hot and vitriolic before it dissipates just as quickly, leaving her feeling exhausted. What use is willpower if you can’t force your brain and body to cooperate with you?

The door opens behind her. There is a yell about beer, a crash of laughter. She thinks she might be able to pick out Kyle’s voice. His meeting with the guardians ended on time for once then. That’s good.

The door shuts.

“Hey, Kid.”

Her eyes squeeze shut to force tears away. “I just need a minute, Guy. Did you need anything?” Her voice sounds mostly steady, she thinks. She might pass as stable so long as he doesn’t look at her face, which was surely blotchy and flushed, or her hands, which were trembling. She imagines, briefly, forming a large, green sign overhead announcing “nothing to see here.” Will that get him to go back inside? Will anything? Did she want him to?

“Nope,” Guy said as he lumbered forward. She can hear his left knee creak and pop as he settles himself down next to her. Normally she’d take the time to bully him for getting so old. She lets the silence sit instead.

There were a few inches between them, which Arisia knew he did consciously because Guy did not have much of an understanding of personal space otherwise. Even still, she could feel the heat radiating off of his body, but it didn’t prickle at her overstimulated senses the way everyone else’s did just a few minutes before.

Slowly, she unfurls herself, allows her elbows to rest on her knees, lifts her head to settle her chin more comfortably on one hand. She brings her gaze to the left where Guy has situated himself, and finds him already looking back at her. His eyes are soft and sad, his mouth turned ever so slightly downward.

She knows that he is the only person capable of understanding exactly how she feels in this moment. He had held Kilowog’s skull in his hands, had built a shrine to everyone in a different Warriors bar once upon a time. She wonders, suddenly, if it’s ever the image of her body, ensconced in a casket, that haunts him. She hasn’t been dead in actuality but he didn’t know that at the time.

She knows about her funeral. Had gotten filled in by Zinda when she finally brought herself back to Earth for a visit. Had seen a picture of the sign, written in Guy’s blocky writing, “Closed Due to Death in Family.”

She typically tries not to think about it at all. The feeling of large hands around her throat. The panic. How she insitinctively reached out for a ring that was not there. Struggling against the hands of a man who didn’t even know who she was, on a planet she wasn’t even from. Wrong place, wrong time, wrong life.

“I’m sorry,” she finally says.

“Me too.”

Arisia remembers a different night, in a different bar. Everyone else had gone to bed and Guy was ceremoniously presenting her a single chocolate cupcake with a candle shoved into the top. He was trying to make a joke of it, the way he does when he feels emotional and unsure of himself.

He was fighting with an uncooperative lighter. The flame flicking in and out of existence faster than he could get it to the wick. It had taken both of them, laughing and clumsy, to get the candle to light at all. The flame itself was so small and pitiful she had to blow it out quickly for fear it would extinguish itself first.

She remembers in that moment thinking of her friends and her home and the freedom of not being tied to one place like she had been for long at that point. Aching tremendously from the loss of it all. They both pretended she didn’t cry into the cupcake while eating it in little pieces. Her rolling stomach wouldn’t allow for more than that even if the cupcake had been good. Guy was a decent baker when he bothered to be.

In the now, she closes the space between them. Draws Guy into a hug and feels him return it instantly. She thinks she ought to thank him for taking her in the way he did, or for being here with her now.

She knows she doesn’t have to.

She allows herself the moment to grieve the things she’d lost, even if they had been found again.

“Hey do you remember that time you were turned into a girl?”

“Oh shut the fuck up.”

[reicchel]

So! With my suitcase and @demonslayedher’s closet combined, these are all the Closet Play combinations we made! I am aware that I am sharpening an umbrella against a train. That's why I look just as confused.

[deloc-deltoca]

New saiyan oc dropped because I needed to take a break from 3D modeling!

Her name is Cucurbi, shes Turles' child that he definitely doesn't resent in any way! Also featuring @cuddlesomeone oc Sweapea whom I enjoy so much!!!

[swordofazrael1992]

hands u these. runs away.

[mimikabii]

why are they so mean to him in the comics

[megalophobic-astronomer]

i like him

[tamayokny]

so far, i think muichiro's episode in the hashira training arc is my fave. this is not only because he's my fave hashira (and just like me), but they added a lot of his personal quirks in to flesh out not only muichiro, but also the demon slayer corps members and the hashira training arc overall. it was nicely done.