#eating glow sticks

[coffeedealer07]

Bruh what if Danny cracked his back and started glowing like a glow stick

Mf leans back into a chair *CRACKS* Starts duckin glowing

And then Danny trying to make an excuse of why he's glowing be like

"I ate too many glow sticks"

And then making people more worried cuz drinking glow sticks = ducking getting poised

[hms-incorrect-quotes]

Heart: Damn, the power went out.

Soul: Don’t worry, I got this.

Soul: (shakes rapidly and starts to light up)

Heart: What-?

Soul: I swallowed a glow stick earlier

Mind: ...WHY IN THE HELL WOULD YOU-

[triptychofvoids]

hey are glowsticks safe to eat? asking for a fren

-bunnymoth anon

unfortunately i have answered a question like this before. but to reiterate, they are considered nontoxic so while i would not say theyre safe to eat, they wont kill you either. i do not recommend it though! it will not be a pleasant experience for you

[talonssurfacinganmask]

Two characters from the transformers x land of the lustrous AU Towers of Machines as transformers/As their actual counter parts W.I.P

The Alexandrite Geo brothers (2/3 of them)

(Glow Sticks eaters mfs)

[deadobsession]

i love books and my friends and glow sticks 👍

[subjectsix]

hey doll oh dame oh honey oh gal, answer me this: what's more fucked up? a glow-stick that tastes like meat, or a slim-jim that lights up if you snap it in half?

I would take and eat that slim jim in a heartbeat, no questions asked, like the gas station food fool I am. it glows? dope i love angler fish, bioluminescence time

why would anyone know the glowstick is meat flavored? :(

[plotismade]

Whilst I’m drunk enough to post personal shit how cute is my mini Christmas tree?!?

[keeps-ache]

it seems like it would be nice to eat chalk, but the moment you touch it it's a hard no from even thinking about putting it in your mouth

however that doesn't stop it from getting in your mouth by accident, so [taps temple]

[vanillajestersart]

What do you mean they’re toxic

[mason-cipher]

I want to be a glow stick. Get snapped then become all.. glowy... Y'know? What if I eat something radioactive will that help at all??? /hj

also sonic content soon to be posted,

and remember! you are what you eat. /j

[maythray]

neeeed to start drawing little comics for my object oc world.. crayon and cor are on my mind always :)

[alittleemo]

btw i want to say if they do actually reboot the maze runner i will straight up rip the heart out of a Hollywood exec and eat it on hollywood boulevard . absolutely unforgivable.

[stardust-static]

Happy Valentine's Day 🌹❤️

[y2qtom]

shamefully admitting I saw this on twitter and wanna do it but dare not to post on that platform again. here’s some lore about yours truly y2qtom:

> ate batteries and coins as a kid (not really “ate”, more so sucked on them like pacifiers).

> almost always have at least three visible burns, cuts or bruises on my left hand; never on my right (I am right-handed).

> I have a tiger build-a-bear that my uncle gave me when I was less than a year old. He is unnamed.

> might have tinnitus

> built a semi-functional coffee machine at 14 using two broken whiteboards, a fidget spinner, a rubik’s cube and a (stolen) arduino set.

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt. 7

[Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.6]

“I’m having a child.”

Danny stared at Batman.

“…Uh, congrats?”

Batman whips out a stack of paper and a pen. “It’s you. Sign here and initial the highlighted spots.”

Danny instinctively, from years of dealing with Vlad, whacked the stack right out of Batman’s hands and into the bay. He doesn’t even feel bad about littering this time because, “Begone, fruitloop!”

Wait, no, that’s not what he meant.

“I mean- I have parents!”

“Not for long.” Batman muttered and then did a double take. “You have parents? How?”

Danny gasped, placing a hand on his chest to clutch his metaphorical pearls. He ignored Batman’s mutters. Everyone knows the vigilante has an adoption problem. At least, everyone who lived in Gotham did, as everyone who didn’t was somehow convinced that he “worked alone” or some bullshit like that. “Are you naturally this insensitive or were you dropped on your head as a baby? Obviously I had to come from somewhere.”

“They’re still… alive?”

“And kicking,” Danny said, inching away from yet another rich weird guy trying to adopt him. “Mostly the kicking part, though.” He said, remembering the sparring sessions. His mom could kick his as six ways to Sunday with nothing but jiu-jitsu and still have time to work in the lab.

“I see.”

“I’m charging you extra for the emotional upheaval. I have trauma regarding rich people trying to adopt me.”

Batman sullenly handed over a thousand.

“Sweet. There’s a group of shades down here asking if you could find their murderer. Apparently the serial killer is still at large.” Danny pointed.

“Of course. Tell me everything.”

The adoption papers disappeared as Batman went into detective mode.

Danny shoved the cash into his glowing chest and breathed a sigh of relief. He needed to make rent this month so it was a windfall running into Batman.

——

“Hey, Tim?”

Tim woke up from his Power Nap. “Huh?”

“Phantom’s complaining that Batman kept trying to adopt him.”

Tim blinked. “Uh.. what does that have to do with me?”

Danny stared at him, a patiently amused smile on his face. “Just in case the rumor about the Wayne’s sugar-daddy-into the Bats was a thing. Other than that, we might have to confront Batman to get him off of Phantom’s back. ”

“You… want to confront Batman.”

“Hey, man, Phantom’s a friend and it’s ride or die.” Danny snickered. It was literally die, with his Phantom side of things. He held two fists up, and wound them, like Popeye right after eating spinach or something. “And if Batman bothers Phantom, we ride at dawn.”

“Batman doesn’t come out unless it’s dark, though? Or for the Justice League.” Tim grinned. He mentally classified Danny under his “to go to” list. That’s where Bart, Bernard, Cassie, Kon, and Garfield were. If he starts shit, he could count on them to have his back and cause even more shit. Danny, wanting to fistfight Bruce over the man making Phantom uncomfortable? He absolutely is making that list.

“Then we ride at, like, dusk. Or uh, like 10PM. I gotta get my beauty sleep.”

“You’ll definitely need it,” Tim inconspicuously texted the group chat, which quickly blew up.

“Shut up,” Danny playfully shoved Tim. “Wait, can Batman even legally adopt? Isn’t being a vigilante illegal? And how can he adopt someone dead?”

Tim dramatically flailed and splayed over Danny’s carpeted living room. “Dunno about his identity,” he lied to Danny, like a liar. “But Gotham has a bunch of laws for the undead/restored to life people so there’s probably enough gray space there.”

Danny spluttered. “You guys have undead friendly laws?”

“Yeah, geht do you think Grundy just chills out? Plus, we have like a minor resurrection event every few years. It usually doesn’t stick but sometimes it does. Bruce pushed for those laws when Jason came back to life, except he doesn’t actually want people to know he’s like, alive.”

“Jason died?” Danny blinked. Well, that would explain the vibes. “Huh. So what’s up with his rank vibes then?”

“Rank vibes?” Tim pressed record on his phone.

Danny nodded. “Yeah, you know how Phantom’s got like a really chill green vibe?” Inwardly, Danny snickered at his pun. Chill. Yeah, he meant that very literally. “Jason’s got kind of a rank green vibe. He’s kind of stinky? Definitely never introduce him to Phantom.” Danny’s senses got worse in his ghost form.

“Jason regularly showers, though?!”

“Not smell! Like, a spiritual smell?”

“You can smell souls?!” Tim sat up. “Bro, you’re a meta?!”

“Uh.” Danny hesitated. “Yeah. I can smell souls. It’s a thing. Everyone from my town can do it.”

“What?!” Tim paused. “Wait, can Phantom smell souls?”

“Yeah. We’re, uh, from the same town.”

“Danny, what the fuck?”

“Hey, don’t look at me like that, you’re the one with a soul-sick brother! Not to mention, you’re kinda stinky too!”

“Hey!”

“Soul-stinky nerd man!”

——

“I stink?!” Jason spluttered out, extremely offended.

“The Lazarus pits. He’s most likely smelling traces of Lazarus pit on you, you imbecile.”

“We need to speak to Phantom. This instant.”

“I dunno, B. Danny sounded like he was gonna break your face if you bothered Phantom anymore.” Dick snickered.

“Yeah,” Tim chimed in, from his seat in front of the Bat-computer. “He was pretty serious.”

“Are we just gonna glaze over the fact that they’re from the same town?!” Stephanie exclaimed, practicing her moves on a training dummy.

“How does that even work? What does that mean? I thought Phantom was an immortal?” Duke asked.

“We also can’t rule out time-travel.” Barbara slammed her baton into a training dummy, twisting her wheelchair in an agile maneuver that left the dummy on the floor.

“No bothering Phantom.” Cass proclaimed.

“That’s quite right. You all have a warm dinner sitting above your cave and should it remain uneaten, I assure you that sherbet Sunday and crêpe Tuesday shall be canceled.” Alfred stepped in. The Bats, threatened, scrambled to ditch their gear and go upstairs.