#Baby Shark Big Movie

[cr4zy-esm3]

"NEW YORK CITY KIDS MOVIE"

Characters:

- Josh and Blue (Blue's Clues and You)

- Tom and Jerry (Tom and Jerry)

- Ryder and Chase (Paw Patrol)

- Baby Shark and William (Baby Shark Big Movie/Show)

Here's an explanation on why I done this :D

[nikimania]

"Keep Swimmin' Through" Music Video ft. ENHYPEN

The new single from the upcoming feature-length original film, BABY SHARK'S BIG MOVIE.

[interstellar-superdrive]

i think dreamworks is a great studio and upon watching all of their movies this year for their 30th anniversary, there are very few that I dislike. even shark tale has its moments, sykes is an icon. and i've gained a new appreciation for some of their movies like the httyd series, monsters vs aliens, over the hedge, the croods (especially the sequel). over the hedge was way ahead of its time, and monsters vs aliens is actually secretly a feminist masterpiece.

and their early days just hit different. i mean, we have a CGI movie about ants overthrowing a fascist, two 2D movies in a row, one adapting the book of exodus and the other being a parody of those old "road to" movies, a claymation movie that's basically the great escape, and of course, a certain cgi ogre. quite the lineup!

[franciya]

Nightmares for the rest of the year guaranteed

[wonderkat11]

The Complete Werewolf Animation Series of Baby Shark and Sunghoon "Bab...

[g4zdtechtv]

Cinematech's Trailer Park - Baby Shark's Big Movie!

Fish-tory in the Making.

[spaceymarz]

... there's a shark in our jjapaguri 🤨😗

[ihavedonenothingright]

I think it's telling that like half the things I associate with 2016 didn't even make it on this list, it really was A Year.

2016 was so wack how did mystic messenger, voltron legendary defender, pokemon go, yuri on ice, zootopia, stranger things, and overwatch all come out in like a span of 6 months

[thenerdsofcolor]

Kimiko Glenn and Luke Youngblood Find Their Voice in ‘Baby Shark's Big Movie’

Baby Shark is a cultural phenomenon all over the world. For many parents, it’s a staple for those who are child-rearing to hear the famous song: “Baby Shark.” Like many songs, the beat is infectious, staying in your head long after the music ends. To know that there will be a movie, Paramount+’s Baby Shark’s Big Movie, centering this character, many fear that it would become an endless droning of…

[theobservatory]

｡⁠☆I'm Baby｡⁠.ﾟ⁠+⁠ 

☆Tim drake x reader

☆Cw: Damian being a menace, crack/fluff

To be honest, Damian was only getting close to you to bother Drake. He didn't really have a reason for it either, but bothering is pseudo older brother is entertaining, fun even.

It's not tranquil, like painting. It's not rewarding, like training. It's not adrenaline filled, like patrol. No, it's just... Fun.

Damian can't even explain why it's fun either. There's just something about the look of utter anguish, irritation, that crosses Drake's face that just makes him smile.

It's an evil little thing, all sharp teeth and hard lines. Nothing like those big grins you see kids have in childish movies. No, he looks like a shark in fish infested waters. Like a wolf locked in a pen of sheep.

So imagine his surprise when you derail his plans by being likeable. You're clever, and kind, but not smothering like Grayson. He didn't start showing up at your window to actually get close to you, and yet here is, tucked into your side as he vents about school today.

The people at his school are utter imbeciles, and he only goes to appease his father. Not that he understands why his father sends him. He already has a friend his age, Jon! He's sure you'd be his friend too, if he asked.

... Even the thought of doing that is too humiliating to fathom.

He's sure you'd just look at him with that dumb smile that makes his chest feel tight, and you'd probably pet down his hair, and say something like "Of course we're friends! Why else would I let you crash on my couch after patrol?" Because you're good like that, and always give reasons why you do and feel things.

But he'd rather drop dead than be perceived as childish or immature. Asking someone to be your friend is playground chat, and Damian stopped going to a school with a playground this year so he's much too old for that. Instead he just rambles about how many times he's had to correct his teacher this year, because if he thinks the kids are stupid don't get him started on the adults.

You listen the whole way through, an arm wrapped around his shoulder. He's practically squished to your side. He planted himself there as soon as he got through the lock on your front door, but you don't say anything about it, you never do. It's much more tolerable than Grayson's constant cooing.

"And do you know what the worst part is?" Damian huffs, a balled fist gripping your pants.

"What?"

"She tried to correct me on the Greek Pantheon, me! It's as if my chosen aunt isn't Princess Diana of Themscryia! Imbeciles, everyone of them!"

You nod solemnly, clearly understanding Damian's plight. This is why he comes to you, no one at that blasted manor gets it. They would try and correct him, teach him to be more understanding, but you just listen! You listen, and commiserate! Like any good sibling should.

"I used to have a teacher like that. It turned out no matter what I told him, no matter what evidence I presented, he just decided that I was a lost cause anyway." You roll your eyes, picking at the stitching of Damian's sleeve. He should probably stop you, but he can't even bring himself to give the gesture a glance of his attention. "I ended up transferring out of the class, my peace was not worth the credit. I just took it online instead."

"If only father were that understanding. I would take every class online if I could."

"What, there isn't a single thing you enjoy about school? When I was your age I only ever showed up for extracurriculars, but they managed to at least make it a little worth it for me."

Damian wants to say no, "My art and art teacher isn't deplorable." But that would be a lie.

"What're they-"

The lock of your farthest window clicks, interrupting you. Damian slips a blade out of the pocket of his school uniform, but doesn't bother moving. A measley intruder won't stand a chance against him, especially because they would be interrupting his you time.

A foot slides in through the open window. Black slacks, he can tell by the hemlines they're expensive. The shoes are glossy, but slightly scuffed, also clearly expensive.

Damian glares, he knows exactly who this is. The grip of his blade gets tighter.

"Hey babe." Drake greets, pulling his satchel in the window before closing it. "You'll never believe the day I had at work-"

Damian and Drake lock eyes. He can feel his eyes turn into giddy crescents as Tim's face falls into disbelief. Yes, this is the exact feeling he's been waiting for. He could revel in that disgusted expression he has.

"What's he doing here?" Drake sneered.

"Don't be rude."

"Wha- I'm not being rude. I just- baby, sweetheart, why the fuck is my little brother in your apartment?"

For his part, Damian just snuggles closer to you, causing you to squeeze him tighter. If it's even possible, he looks even more smug than he did before. All according to plan.

"I invited him. He likes to hangout after school sometimes." You smile, it's genuine, as if you're completely oblivious to why this would distress Tim. They both know you well enough to know you're having just as much fun fucking with your boyfriend as Damian is.

"You know each other? You do this regularly??"

"No thanks to you. I've only met your family once and it was in passing, Tim! What was I supposed to do, tell him to leave? He's just a baby!"

Under normal circumstances, Damian would grow irate at being called a baby. He is ten years old, in double digits, basically an adult! However, annoying Drake takes precedence right now.

"Yeah Drake, I'm just a baby." Damian says flatly. "I'm just a baby, and you're scaring me."

You gasp. "Timothy you're scaring my baby!"

"That demon is NOT a baby! Are you under mind control? Blink twice if you need help."

Your hand tugs Damian into your chest, and you plant a kiss on his forehead. His demonic smile wavers for a moment as a flush hits his cheeks, that same icky syrup-like feeling you tend to give him curling in his chest. It comes right back when he sees that absolute offended and affronted look on Drake's face.

This is the best day of his life.

"If you don't start being nice to this sweet baby angel right this second, I'll have to throw you out of my apartment. Sorry Tim, those are the rules."

"You just made that up, those- that's- those aren't the rules!"

Damian pulls out of your hold to sit up straight on the couch, re-pulling out his switchblade. It glints off the yellowish lighting in your apartment, the same glint in his wolfish grin.

"Please." He stands. "It would be an honor if you would allow me."

You pretend to think about it, a matching mischievous look on your face. "Hmm okay, but only because you asked so nicely.

"I'm sorry Tim, but I don't make the rules, I just follow them."

"I'm not sorry." Damian brags.

"Shut it, brat."

Tim begins to climb back out the window, huffing as his satchel gets stuck on the sill for the second time. His head pokes back in before he closes it, a glare, that would be terrifying if Damian was anyone else, on his face.

"This isn't over."

"I disagree."

The window slams shut, and Damian slots himself right back where he was before. Both of you have the evilist of giggles as you basket on the high of teasing Tim Drake.

Despite his shitty day at school, it's a good day, anyway.

You only played along bc Tim's been ignoring you for the sake of work, leaving his stabby little brother here to satiate your boredom. This is petty revenge.

Damian also becomes the biggest cock block in the world after this. You think it's funny, Tim not so much.

Also planning on writing a short follow up to this where Tim comes to you after patrol and needs reassurance.

｡⁠☆Requests open

[xjcjuis]

ARE YOU COMING HOME?

pairing: billie eilish x reader

synopsis: she gets a lovely surprise while on tour

warnings: nothing but FLUFF i love fluff, not proofread

wordcount: 0.9k

a/n: very late merry christmas and happy new year!! not my best work but please enjoy! anyways i need to be picked up and spun around plsplspls

long distance relationships are never easy, especially when your girlfriend is one of the most famous singers in the world. she's on tour right now, overseas and so, so far away from you and your empty arms.

or so she thinks.

billie's voice is a little tinny through the phone, crackles from foil heard as she unpacks the snacks she'd bought after her show. you watch in contentment, hugging a pillow to your chest with a leg exaggeratedly thrown over it, arm starting to go numb from holding the device up.

"i bought your favorite sweets too," she says, cutting the silence. "missing you so much, i really wish you could be here to steal from me." she ends her statement with a pout. oh, how you wish you could kiss that pout off of her lips. but soon. all you need right now is patience.

"so your friends- you guys went to a hotel just to watch a movie?" billie asks, a little confused. it was the best excuse you could think of out of nowhere.

"yup," you reply, popping the p. "they're not around right now, though. out shopping. i'm too broke and lazy to go out."

"i told you you could use my card, though."

"i'm not using your card, billie."

"you could if you wanted."

"no."

she frowns, as if she were the one losing something. billie did that a lot: shower you with expensive gifts and treats and dates and refuses to accept anything back. the fact only makes you happier about your plan, knowing she'd ask about the cost but it wouldn't really matter anyway because both of you were benefitting.

"when are you coming home?" a trick question. "i miss you so so bad. and i miss staying home with shark and just cuddling together. our bed is so cold without you."

"oh?" billie grins, eyebrow raising. before she could comment anything inappropriate, the doorbell rings on her end of the line. "ah, that must be room service. i ordered dinner. be back in a minute, love."

you grin to yourself now as she turns away to answer the door, knowing that there was a very big chance that it was, in fact, not room service. your ears prick up at the hint of a gasp, muffled voices exchanging polite conversation, and billie returns in frame holding a huge bouquet of flowers, an even huger smile on her face.

she was practically glowing, outshining the sweat and slight tiredness formerly seen on her face from her performance. "you're kidding me."

"what?!" you ask, laughing. your heart swells with pride.

"you didn't seriously get me this from, what, on the other side of the world?" your girlfriend asks incredulously, admiring the little pink and white petals you'd picked out and reading the note that said nothing but 'i'm proud of you'.

you push yourself up off the bed, casually pulling on a pair of socks before slipping on your shoes, making sure to not let it be seen on camera. "i had to call in a couple of favors from your manager, of course. i'm sorry it's not in my handwriting."

and it wasn't, because you knew that billie would recognize your strokes immediately, and that would blow everything else off.

you make your way to the main hotel door, making sure your face covered the background so that the girl on your phone didn't see its similarities to her own room. "hold on, baby, i'll call you back."

the singer's dark brows furrow at your abrupt dismissal. "okay. don't take too long."

"love you."

she didn't get to reply before you click on the red button and dash to the elevator, pressing her floor in the same hotel (though she didn't know it yet), having memorized the number by heart when she told you yesterday.

you get there, just in time for the room service server to roll his cart of to her door. pushing your nerves aside, you walk right up to him and excuse the interruption. "hi, sorry. my girlfriend is in this room and i was hoping to surprise her, would you mind if i borrowed your hat?"

he agrees, barely hiding a smile. thanking him, you took a deep breath to compose yourself, jamming the hat onto your head. your hand lingers over the bell, glancing nervously at the server, who in turn nods encouragingly at you.

ding.

footsteps can be heard from inside, and you count to five before the door swings open and you drop your head to hide your face, resorting to deepening your voice. "hello ma'am, room service-"

"y/n?" she gasps in recognition, incredulous. billie's hand is frozen on the doorknob, staring in disbelief.

finally, you raise your head and hand the server his hat back, your smile having difficulty in concealing a laugh. "surprise?"

you're unable to do anything more when billie snatches you up by the waist, raises you, and spins you around dramatically, her own lips wide in a grin. the sudden movement messes up your hair, getting it over your shoulder and behind and swept towards the opposite side but she didn't care. your girlfriend pulls you in close in a tight hug, one arm around your waist and the other resting upon your spine.

her happiness can still be felt blind.

she wouldn't let go, not for a second to get inside, not to formally accept the room service food, so you thank the server over her shoulder.

he leaves you and billie to your moment a little awkwardly.

"you didn't tell me you were here!" she whines into your hair.

you laugh. "that's the point of a surprise, bils."

"i can't believe you actually flew here. you hung up on me. i love you so so so much, you know that?"

"yes, i know." another soft smile graces your face. "i love you so so so much too."

[cr4zy-esm3]

Watching the new movie that just released today and I caught this scene

Haha iconic face.. Man I do love faces on Nick Jr shows...

(crossover fanart coming soon, I have stupid art block again and I have program classes)

[captain-huggy-bear]

i need kiefer being his confident and kinda cocky self but with his girl he melts so fast and is so soft and sweet to her

Big requests/full fic/big idea requests are closed at the moment but drabble and prompt requests are still open. Writing Masterlist

"Hey, Kief! Fucking goal scorer!"

"Fuck, yeah I am!"

You hear him before you see him. He's loud and cocky, confidence riding his tone like it was made to be there. He's riding a high after scoring a natural hat trick, 3 consecutive goals that saw him helping the team to a solid 6 goal victory over the Sharks.

When you finally turn the corner to the locker room his back is to you, but you can already tell he's grinning, shoulders pressed back, chest puffed out, a level of cocky confidence that might well be hard to beat. He's bumping fists with his team mates, laughing and hollering back at them as they congratulate him on a hat trick.

The moment Petey points you out to him though? The moment he turns to see you stood there waiting for him, watching him while your fingers twist together anxiously? The moment that happens all that cockiness fades away, a soft smile replacing the overly exuberant grin that had been on his face. His voice lowers from the loud tenor it had been, softening at the sight of you.

"Hey, sweetheart." The way he talks to you is so much softer than before, any trace of that cockiness gone in favour of gentle, softness that surrounds you and cocoons you in warmth.

He bridges the distance between you in a few long strides, arms wrapping around you as he pulls you against his chest until your chin rests in the centre to look up at him. Kiefer is all soft smiles, eyes half-lidded and crinkled as he blinks down at you softly. No trace of the Kiefer from before left, just your Kiefer, the gentle one, the soft one, the one that holds your hair back when you're sick and rubs your belly when you have cramps.

"I'm so proud of you, Kief." You watch the way his brow furrows up, the way he chokes up at your words because fuck, he just wants you to be proud of him, that's really all that matters. He could care less what anyone else thought about him and his game, so long as his girl was proud of him.

"Yeah?"

"Mmm, you did amazing out there, baby."

If it had been one of the guys, anyone but you, his response would be cocky, 'of course I did'. But, not with you. With you the tips of his ears grow red and his eyes shift away from yours, a little bit shy, a little bit bashful, before he looks back at you.

"Thanks, sweetheart...means a lot." Kief's hands find your back pockets, pulling you tight against him as he presses a kiss to the top of your head, to your temple, your forehead, like you're the one whose scored 3 goals tonight, not the other way around.

"What do you want as a reward?" You expect him to say his favourite cheat meal or to watch a movie he loves but you hate. Instead he leans down to your ear, whispering like he's worried the guys will hear, maybe a little self-conscious, a little embarrassed about his request.

"If I say head scratches will you judge me, princess?" It's whispered so low that had his lips not been right by your ear you doubt you'd have heard it.

"You want me to play with your hair?" It's so endearingly simple of a request, to have your fingers in his hair, nails scratching his head and neck, something he loves but rarely asks for, always so focused on you and your needs first.

"...Yeah..."

"Okay." You don't dwell on it, sensing his discomfort, his embarrassment. You just kiss his chin and reassuring him in a simple way that yes, that's fine, yes, that's okay, yes, he's okay with you.

Because at the end of the day your Kief is soft and sweet and loves your hands in his hair and loves resting his cheek against your belly as you cuddle. Your Kief is the gentlest giant, a man who makes hit after hit on the ice but melts like a popsicle on a hot day when he's around you.

[glamourscat]

RIN MATSUOKA HCS ♡

IT’S RIN’S BDAY TODAY MY BABY, MY ANGEL, MY LIGHT

gets super competitive over the smallest things. like. you'll mention you can do origami super fast and suddenly he's determined to master origami just to challenge you to a crane-folding race

definitely sends you memes at 3am and then gets grumpy when you don't respond immediately (he knows you're sleeping but still, he is a drama queen, affectionately)

practices and keeps up with his english by watching movies, loves when you join

secretly loves it when you play with his hair but will act all tsundere about it. "i guess you can continue... if you want..."

stress bakes?? like nobody knows this but when he's really anxious about a competition he'll just... appear with perfectly made cookies

has a folder on his phone labeled "not cute stuff" which is literally just pictures of you sleeping/smiling/being adorable that he took when you weren't looking

absolutely cannot handle horror movies but insists on watching them to seem tough. ends up hiding his face in your shoulder the whole time

“Rin, are you scared baby?” You say, trying not to chuckle as your hand gently touches his soft hair.

“No, shush” he murmurs, against your neck, as he hides his face even more.

has different types of smiles: the sharp competitive one before a race. the soft one when he sees you in the morning and it’s probably your favourite for how his face lights up completely and the proud one with the hint of tears in his eyes, not that he would ever admit it tho

lowkey collects shark plushies but claims they're "just gifts from fans" (they're not, he bought most of them himself)

gets flustered when you wear his team jacket but tries to act like it's no big deal (spoiler: it's a very big deal to him)

has definitely cried over finding a particularly cute dog on his morning jog but will deny it if anyone brings it up

despite having an odd relationship with his chunky cat Steve, he loves cats more than dogs. Despite him saying the opposite

unconsciously hums while cooking and gets super embarrassed if you catch him

the type to remember random little details about you and then surprise you months later by incorporating them into gifts

absolute disaster at taking selfies but keeps trying because he knows you love seeing his face when you're apart

hours on FaceTime when he is apart. You two will end up falling asleep together on a video call for how badly you miss the other

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[nammikisulora]

I recently finished Moby Dick and since then I've been contemplating what I'd want from a "perfect" adaptation of it. this is what I've got so far:

first off it needs to be a tv show, not a movie. the book is so big 'cause it needs to fit a whale in it, thus an adaptation ought to do the same

Ishmael needs to narrate this baby. give me voiceover ffs, this is absolutely essential

keep the infodumps. for the love god keep the fucking infodumps. condensed, sure, but they need to be there! everyone who watches needs to know exactly how Very Normal™️ our boy is about whales and whale hunting

also tbh i feel like the whole whale phrenology thing is pretty essential to the vibe of Ishmael. do not make this guy normal about this shit

for this to work, some kind of framing device is probably best. easiest is probably to have Old Ishmael writing The Book and figure out some way to segue between infodump documentary style and Plot

oh and also include the side stories of the ships they meet somehow

make. it. gay. I need Ishmael and Queequeg to be banging on screen, okay? at the inn in the beginning, on the Pequod after the whale flensing scene… it needs to be there

HOWEVER this must not be acknowledged in the narration. look, they're just really good friends, snuggling in bed during their hearts' honeymoon, 'kay? and checking out how hot your friend is while he's stomping around on a dead whale, cutting it up and fending off the sharks, clad in only shirt and stockings, is just what anyone would do!

what about all the things Ishmael can't possibly know about, then? like private conversations between Ahab and Starbuck and such? I mean I guess our guy could be eavesdropping, but eh - Melville didn't care, so the hypothetical show could just as well handwave it too

keep the whole end sequence as close to the book as possible. top tier imagery there

obviously there's more needed, especially in regards to the characters but eh. if anyone's got anything to add I'd love to hear it!

[wonderkat11]

Beluga Sunghoon turns into a Werewolf! "Baby Shark's Big Movie"