#cadmium glass

[dozydawn]

[lilibat]

Opera length necklace in Halloween colors made with vintage Czech and Swarovski, uranium glass, cadmium glass, jet, and purple velvet crystal.

[uraniumglasspoisoning]

Couldn't find any uranium glass that I wanted to buy the other day but I did find this Fenton cadmium glass shoe 🧡❤️🧡 I love how it looks under the UV✨✨✨

[sami-lamby123]

I FINALLY BOUGHT SOME URANIUM GLASS PIECES

The orange and yellow glass is cadmium and the purple is selenium 🌞🕊

[swords-and-chaos]

I got a black light and found a

cadmium secret!

[whosayscrimedoesntpay]

((Time for another update!

Got these on Facebook marketplace and ebay!

This is way bigger than I expected, but I love it.

And cadmium glass! Some of them are clearly normal glass replacements but it's so fun?? And it pairs with the green one I have.))

[nail-bat-butch]

my dad’s girlfriend has a uranium glass dish that glows bright green if you shine an ultraviolet light on it. alas, i don’t have a picture of it, but it looks something like these plates. image description in alt text:

thankfully it hasn’t broken, so we’re fine. but i’m still cautious.

I was at the thrift store today and, as always, I ran my UV flashlight over the glassware to check for uranium glass. It's separated by color I usually only do some quick, broad waves over the reds/yellows/blues since uranium glass is usually clear, white, or green. I have found dyed uranium glass that was brown but fluoresced green and I thought that would probably be the rarest pieces in my collection for a while. Today I check a piece of reddish/yellow glass on total whim and:

IT'S CADMIUM GLASS!!! Like, uranium glass, it fluoresces under blacklight but it glows orange instead of green and is SUPER rare, even compared to the already rare uranium glass!

[shiftythrifting]

some.... eclectic finds from a goodwill in OR

1. there were more of these letter stocking hangers but someone had taken the opportunity to make them spell EEP (hats off to them for making it spell 'eep' instead of the more puerile 'pee')

2. very cute corn teapot i would have bought had it not been very small (probably could fit 1 normal cup or 2 tiny cups' worth of tea)

3. the most sopping wet pathetically sad piggy bank i ever did see

4. children's bed sheets with an indiscernible Creature

5. frame that was donated with the protective backing still on the glass but also had a really good picture of someone's cat inside

6. authentic novelty shrek the third glass that i was going to buy to jumpscare our houseguests with until my roommate informed me these are the ones with dangerous amounts of lead in them

7. denture bunks: put your teeth to bed!

[kply-industries]

[puruglly]

space jizz beer in the star wars gay married cup. worlds collide

[dominicdelagol2]

Cadmium with her own deck of Pokemon cards, including Grass Energy!

[dozydawn]

Glass Bird Signed Ron Ray, Glows Under Blacklight.

[naos-camera]

i pick the cup based on the vibe of my guest

[uraniumglasspoisoning]

I've finally finished my display case! The first version of it, anyway. I decided I wanted 365nm UV lights and not the more standard 395-405nm, and I didn't want to spend $80+ on 365nm LED strip lights that had no reviews online, so I went with a pair of Sunlite bulbs with good reviews. The lights are good, but my cabinet is too tall for them, so the light is very weak on the bottom shelf.

Now to wait until my cat is distracted so I can open the cabinet to take detail shots without Soshimi climbing in....

[bowtied-pasta]

Like…. Just….. 🥲 why deadly. Me want. So pretty.

The way I’m falling in love with Cadmium glass is dangerous 💀 idjsvshsjsj

[thefandomsfervent]

Personal Pigments Viktor x Reader (Part 1) - Cadmium Yellow Deep Hue

Heimerdinger forgets to warn the science bros that an artist is coming in to visualize them and Hextech, a collaborative program between a Piltover art school and the academy for some new hall meant to be unveiled at an upcoming progress day. Large paintings can take years to do, with Hextech’s promising growth they are to be started in a preemptive manner. Reader is from Zaun, not sure what I’m going to do with this yet. Takes place in the coming months after they first get council approval, hexgates aren't complete. Wrote an imagine (here) and now I’m needing to see it through, would y’all want more?

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Viktor should be focusing. He is, but not on the right thing. His hands still fiddle with cogs as he looks to you for the umpteenth time this hour. Your brows were furrowed together as you compared pastels and pencils together.  Your lips pursed to the side as if you were biting your cheek in concentration. He would have been worried about being caught starting but your focus was elsewhere.

You had papers clipped to a drawing board in front of you.  The stool you usually sat on abandoned by the small table next to you.  He watched as your hands turned colored sticks over, looking for something. He didn't know what, but he appreciated the view regardless. 

In this summer heat the lab was humid, Jayce had gone out for water and Viktor himself had forgone his vest. You were starting to sketch something in wide yellow strokes, the smooth scrape of pressed pigment to paper filling the heavy air. You hummed a sound of affirmation, as if finally approving your choice before grabbing another stick in blue. As you continued your efforts, he took in all of you. A loose button up over a tank top, well fitting trousers, simple boots. The same attire you'd worn for weeks, but today something was different. The tank-top was a lower,  looser cut. Likely chosen for the heat plaguing Piltover this summer. Your warming up sketches facing a daylit window. 

“Composition, speed, and colour work.” The words you had said months ago lingering in the back of his mind. “You can never practice too much.”

He sees you from the side, the strap had been half way off your shoulder all morning. Innocent enough. Not truly your fault in any way.  

The white over shirt unbuttoned. Also loosely caught by your elbows, draping over your work surface. Picking up colors and dust. He follows the sleeves up to your hands, to your arms. He should be working. Reading a section in another overdue library book. Not watching you. Not following the gentle way you pick up and set down your pastels, certainly not the way today’s heat has exposed your neck, your shoulders, your collarbones and how they lead to the hollow of your neck. He looks away for a moment. Steeling himself. 

Surely he is not ogling you. That would be inappropriate. Yes, it has been a long time since he has been able to indulge in thoughts of that manner. But he shouldn't start down that kind of path here.

A clattering sound pulls his gaze back to you, a soft curse leaving your lips as you have to bend down to grab a pencil that rolled off your desk. His breath catches in his throat, your tanktop drooping lower when you lean down. The swell of your breasts, the curve of your bra revealing itself in a sinful second. The moment was very quick, and to his luck you didn't notice. The lab door opens as Jayce walks in. Ice cold water in a pitcher, three glasses on a tray. 

He sets one down on your desk looking over your shoulder. "The window today?"

"Just something quick, the sun is hitting the glass just right." You punctuate your sentence with the wave of a pencil towards the shaft of light illuminating a stack of books.

"I see," he says as he walks over to one of the many messy tables near you to set down the tray. He brings another glass to viktor. If he notices the red flushing his partner's face he doesn't say.  Maybe he assumed it was this wretched heat. In a way, it was the fault of the weather. 

"Thank you," Viktor says, just before he downs the whole glass. 

He gets an acknowledging pat on his shoulder before Jayce settles in his own station.  Each of you returning to your own work. The silent hum of drawing and tinkering becomes a soothing balm on the room, and on the tension in his shoulders. He fiddles with his engraver, marking runes onto various metal bits. He wonders to himself how he even got into this position. How he finds his thoughts, and apparently his eyes, wandering to you. 

He remembers that first day, how many months has it been since you’ve come here? 

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