I go to the well and come back full, I go to the garden and make things cool. I’m kicked when you die. In idioms, I lie. What am I?

I'm like a cup, but you better not drink what's inside of me. Some chemist probably used me to store chemicals that's deadly to drink. Who am I?

I have a glass face that never sheds a tear, And a thousand bright stories for all to hear. I speak with no voice, yet I sing and I shout, I wake with a button and sleep when turned out. You can travel the world without leaving your seat, As long as my glowing blue heart keeps a beat.

Has a slim body and a cap for a head, Leaves a trail of green, blue, or red. Squeaks on the whiteboard or colors a page, Though a rub with some solvent will turn back its age.

I am black when light is behind me, invisible when light is on me, shape without detail, form without feature. What am I?