#bonfire night

[cringengl]

Happy November 5th!!

[ayeforscotland]

I don’t think fireworks should be available to the general public.

[baltharino]

V For Vendetta (2005) Dir. James McTeigue

[frumpkingoesfurrst]

[inkprilled]

It's bonfire night. Remember remember the fifth of November. Remember a failed Act of rebellion: I remember my only act of purposeful destruction, of physical rebellion. I was 12 or 13 and you had let him back in the house again, you invited him in with a smile and avoided my eyes. So I threw a vase down the stairs, I wanted your attention, I wanted you to see that shattered vase and realise I was breaking apart. I didn't break it out of anger, I broke it in despair and desperation. I thought if I break this you'll wake up, you'll believe me. But you mocked it and laughed with him instead. Maybe you where so broken at that point, so broken that shards of porcelain and glass only looked like soft disagreement. Maybe you needed him to fill your cracks with his sharp edges.

[zalia]

Happy 'Gleefully burn an effigy of a man who comitted high treason while eating delicious food and watching fireworks' day to UK folks (and y'know, if the US decides it wants to join in, I fully support this! Y'all deserve to do a little effigy burning after this election cycle and the one in 2016). Also happy 'Destiel Becomes canon' Day to those who celebrate.

[halloweentrickortreat]

[klavierpanda]

Happy parliament was almost blown up day

[theeroticlover]

Let there be fire within us....

[meanwhile-at-the-bookshop]

Today Muriel sat on the roof of the bookshop and watched the fireworks.

[pseudowho]

Remember, remember, the 5th of November,

Gunpowder, treason and plot.

I know of no reason,

Why the gunpowder treason,

Should ever be forgot.

For anyone who doesn't know, in the UK every year, we celebrate the anniversary of Guy Fawkes' failed attempt to assassinate the whole House of Lords by blowing up Parliament (i.e. Westminster/Big Ben).

I can hear the fireworks as we speak. There will be much 'burning the Guy' on the bonfires. Guy Fawkes died a grisly death at the hands of our aristocratic masters.

And yet, as in V For Vendetta...many in the country wonder why we celebrate the survival of the Lords.

REVOLUTION!

Love,

-- V xxx

[liv-log]

the US may have independence day, but us brittish people have bonfire night on the 5th of november, and its amazing.

[musicforastylesrestaurant]

Firework Night.

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authors note - hi everyone. long time no see. 🙈 work has been cramping up all of my time so haven’t really had much time to write for all of you, but im back and hope that you all enjoy this little bit of fluff.

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in which, some school friends of harry’s is hosting a firework display round his house, and thought it would be nice to invite harry and the family, the wife is over the moon and the little one is awestruck.

“H, the fireworks are about to start, are the girls coming outside or not?”

Daniel, Harry’s friend from school, his kids were already seated on fold-up chairs on the lawn, bundled up in thick jackets and scarves, eyes turned eagerly to the sky. They looked wide-eyed and chattering with anticipation, the soft buzz of their excitement filling the crisp evening air.

Harry smiled at Dan and said, “I’ll go inside and see what’s keeping them.”

He slipped back into the warm glow of the house, his footsteps soft as he walked toward the living room.

There you were, seated comfortably on the sofa, laughing at something Daniel’s wife had just said. A half-full glass of red wine rested in your hand, and your almost two-year-old son sat happily on your lap, his chubby fingers fiddling with the necklace around your neck.

The moment was pure and peaceful, and Harry couldn’t help but pause for a second, watching you both.

At the sound of his footsteps, you glanced up, your face lighting up with a warm smile.

“Hey, honey,” you adressed softly.

Harry grinned, crossing the room to stand beside you.

“Y’know, the fireworks are about to start. The others are already outside waiting,” he said, giving you a playful look.

You chuckled, shifting your son slightly in your lap as he tugged on your necklace.

“Is that his polite way of saying we’re taking too long?” you teased.

Daniel’s wife laughed, shaking her head. “Oh, definitely. He’s been pacing around for ages, checking the time like he’s orchestrating the New Year’s Eve show or something.”

Harry chuckled, leaning down to gently tousle his son’s hair. “What do y’think, little man? Should we go outside and see some fireworks?”

Your son looked up, eyes wide, and gave a little squeal, clapping his hands. You laughed, setting your wine glass down and lifting him up as you stood.

“All right, seems like he’s on board!” you said with a grin, shifting him to your hip.

Harry reached out, brushing a hand over your shoulder. “Let’s not keep the crowd waiting, then.”

As the three of you headed toward the garden, Harry noticed the little pair of earmuffs sitting on the breakfast bar—the ones you’d brought to protect your son’s ears from the loud bangs of the fireworks. Pausing, he grabbed them and held them up, grinning as he crouched down to his son’s level.

“Hey, buddy, these are for you,” Harry said, gently slipping the earmuffs over your son’s tiny ears.

Immediately, he scrunched up his face and tried to pull them off, his little fingers gripping at the edges.

“Nooo,” he murmured, wiggling uncomfortably.

“Oh, come on, buddy,” Harry coaxed, holding his son’s hands gently to stop him from yanking them off. “They’re going to make everything a bit quieter so the big bangs don’t hurt your ears, yeah?”

Your son looked up at Harry, eyes curious but still doubtful, his lip jutting out in a small pout.

“Bang?” he repeated, his gaze darting between you and Harry.

You crouched down beside him, nodding with an encouraging smile. “Yes, there’ll be big fireworks going bang up in the sky. But these,” you tapped the earmuffs, “will keep your ears nice and safe.”

Harry grinned, nodding as he pointed up toward the darkening sky. “Exactly! Y’going to see all these amazing colors and lights, and with these on, you won’t have to hear all the loud noises. S’like magic glasses, but for your ears.”

Your son gave him a skeptical look but stopped pulling at the earmuffs, his curiosity about the fireworks slowly winning him over.

“Ye?” he murmured, a hint of excitement creeping into his voice.

“Yeah,” Harry replied, giving him an enthusiastic nod. “Y’going to love it, mate. You’ll be just like the big kids, sitting out there waiting for the fireworks.”

Finally, your son relaxed, his fingers loosening their grip on the earmuffs as he gave a small, approving nod.

“Good boy,” you murmured, pressing a kiss to his forehead before lifting him back onto your hip.

As the three of you stepped outside, Dan spotted you and called out, “All set? Looks like someone’s ready to see some fireworks!”

Harry laughed, giving Dan a thumbs-up. “Oh, he’s all set now—.”

Dan chuckled, nodding toward his own kids who were still bouncing in their seats. “You’ve got the right idea. Wish I’d thought of that when these two were little. Last year, my youngest nearly jumped out of his chair with every bang!”

Your son’s gaze darted from Dan’s kids to the sky, a mix of awe and anticipation on his face as he nestled his head against your shoulder, clearly both excited and a bit unsure.

“Don’t worry, bud,” Harry whispered, patting his back. “I’ll be right here with ye. And remember, the big bangs are just part of the fun!”

Just then, a spark shot up into the sky, and a brilliant red firework burst overhead, filling the night with light.

Your son’s eyes widened, his mouth dropping open as he watched, completely mesmerized.

The first firework soared into the sky with a faint whistle before bursting into a massive spray of red and gold, illuminating the entire garden in its warm, shimmering glow.

Trails of sparkling light cascaded downward, like glittering waterfalls suspended in the air. A hush fell over everyone as their eyes followed the brilliant tendrils spreading across the night sky.

The colors lingered just long enough to leave a trace on their retinas, and then slowly faded, leaving an excited anticipation for the next explosion of color and light.

“Wowww!” he whispered, eyes never leaving the sky.

Harry’s grin grew wider, and he looked over at you, sharing a quiet, joyful moment. You leaned your head against his shoulder, your son’s small, chubby hands holding onto you as his wide eyes took in the show.

In that moment, everything felt perfect—the simplicity of being together, surrounded by friends and family, all watching the sky light up.

Moments later, the sky was alive again—a sequence of emerald greens, deep purples, and electric blues crackled and popped, each firework larger and more vivid than the last.

One rocket spiraled upward and burst into a vast chrysanthemum of golden stars, which then rippled outward and slowly dissolved, like tiny, flickering embers.

The air was filled with the rich scent of smoke and gunpowder, and the distant thud of each firework sent a shiver through the crowd.

Each explosion left the sky momentarily empty, only for another to replace it, casting everyone's faces in brilliant, shifting hues that painted the night in wonder.

[baltharino]

V For Vendetta (2005) Dir. James McTeigue

[thosesillylittlegayghosts]

I do love how America’s having a presidential election on the day Britains celebrating someone trying to blow up parliament 419 years ago

[octobersociety]

Remember, remember!

The fifth of November,

The Gunpowder treason and plot;

I know of no reason

Why the Gunpowder treason should ever be forgot.