@crusaders_007: Genuinely sounds like the blitz #fyp #foryou #relateable #bonfirenight #viral

Lewis Newts :

what is the point of celebrating the almost successful gunpowder plot from way back in 1605 😭

Beomseok :

All because some dude failed to blow up the king

James :

cheers, gaff just got broadsided

AustinML17 :

The only night a year where dads can launch legalised artillery shells at their neighbours houses

@Pimtx :

Wait till tmmrow night n saturday😁

Dominik Santorski :

People with anxiety how are we?

George Nunn :

bro last night my town sounded like a bloody battlefield

❤️🥵 TAP HERE 😍😍 :

one if my fireworks shot into the Neighbors

💦💙𝓕𝓻𝓾𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝓐𝓷𝓷𝓪💚 💦 :

bro I thought war started😭😭😭

eka :

I am in the hospital I had a firework shot at me whilst I was doing a voice message

Tama 🥊🐾 :

I wish it was just the 5th lol they go off nearly every day here for weeks between November and January

Iwona❤️ :

And 2 weeks before as well 😂

Ben :

Rage baiting some dude

Nonickbro :

I had to put a jumper over my dogs ears to keep him from shaking

strider :

I was canoe ing in it

Void International :

Sounds about right

Sammy :

forgot it was 5th, went to bed my normal time 8pm for 4am shift 😂 safe to say didn't get much sleep

Oliver Shaw 377 racing :

one if my fireworks shot into the Neighbors

Craig :

Weakest bomby night I’ve ever known. I forgot it was bonfire night until, like, midnight. Crazy to think that 30 years ago it was insane. Like, for me it rivalled Christmas when I was age 5-10. The bonfires were all around the estate but the one close to our maisonette used to be slowly built for weeks before hand, I’d always look at it as soon as I got out of our block on m my way to school each morning and tracked its progress in my head. Sometimes it’d be soaked and a disgustingly dull late October/early November morning and it’s be cold, wet and just dark and grey and the wood would be soaked through and you couldn’t dream of it ever being on fire. But somehow whenever the 5th rolled round they always got it rolling and it’d be huge. As a boy it was the most calming but social and exciting experience. To be randomly out in the pitch fucking black cold November night (back then it often felt colder fr) with loads of random strangers as well as semi familiar and some super familiar, faces, all just under the stars in the middle of relative nowhere (it was semi remote area, fields and liminal state council house rows. Tiny). Around this massive raging fire like you’ve never known in your life before, to the sky, licking the stars. And despite how many people there were all around, it’d have great swathes of time just silent except for the crack and roar or the fire. I swear, I know it’s sounds fucked up and I am stoned but it was like the fire owned us all and we was just worshipping it silently. There’s a shit ton more around that, that goes on top and beyond but yeah, it used to be really big for me and my siblings and neighbours etc. I always remember feeling like the world had changed when I noticed religious every year became hopeful for one in five. It was magical, dgaf it’s not nostalgia trip at root, it was real, I’m just regurgitating it.

QuantumLevelDesign :

and when you think is finally over then some mf starting again 😂

Callum_016 :

My mum took this photo of my fireworks 🤟

Zombie Adventurer :

yet we all sleep like baby's

Jord :

139__max :

Genuine chaos😭

Santiago M ♠️ :

Nah wasn’t all that for me, New Years shames bomb fire night