I hold a world but weigh so little, My glassy face can shine and twinkle. I have no pages, yet I can be read, I can show movies from a tiny bed. I’m not a phone, though I can still call, With a tap of a finger, I answer it all. What am I?

Common cents is being done away with. If you're in a pickle soon the nickel won't get you out of the fray. Don't drop this on me just because I'm telling you the truth!

My name describes what you do to me, not what I do

First five beat the darkness. Last four can get planted. This will go off over your head when you figure the riddle out. If you're a cartoon, that is.

Born of the land, but I die in the sea, Though I float in the salt, fresh water made me. You see only my crown, while my giant body is drowned, A cold, silent giant where deep ships go down.