#esse est percipi

[peeporoon]

yeah I checked in with r/latin just to make sure I translated a one word sentence correctly for a meme. My research only took me two entire hours. Latin majors when they're in an unemployment contest and their opponent is me

[crawlingtowardthatdeathchamber]

Esse Est Percipi

I solely exist because your eyes rest upon me I solely exist because my name falls from your lips I solely exist because you caress my hand

Esse est percipi To be is to be perceived By you

[manganyeh]

open starter!

“Hmmm” Dr Ratio seemed to be deep in thought not knowing what to do for his next move

But well how does one predict their own movement good question

You simple will never know

“Now what is the next likely option”

[chuuyas-nakahara]

walking around my apartment quoting the dr. ratio ultimate voice line to myself

[eidetisch]

Σημειώσεις για τον Μπέρκλεϋ (G. J. Mattey / UC Davis Philosophy 23)

Σημειώσεις για τον Μπέρκλεϋ Μετάφραση του: G. J. Mattey – UC Davis Philosophy 23 Lecture Notes: Berkeley Ο Μπέρκλεϋ είναι περισσότερο γνωστός για την υποστήριξή του της «αϋλοκρατικής υπόθεσης», σε αντίθεση με την «κορποσκουλαριανή υπόθεση» του Λοκ σχετικά με την προέλευση τών εξωτερικών σε εμάς ιδεών. Ισχυρίστηκε ότι η προέλευση αυτών των ιδεών δεν είναι σώματα ανεξάρτητα από το νου, αλλά ένα…

[troutfur]

Omnis Vir Tigris

does hawkfrost still leave the signs for mothflights apprenticeship? If so it could be a nice parallel between him and what lionblaze plans to do for his sister. (In one post you mentioned the fox trap plan was something lion wants to do to help Holly) There are definitely selfish reasons but hawkfrost doing that has always been my favorite aspect of his character. Sure he's a horrible man but he loves his sister! And then it just kind of ties together how everything is about their relationships as siblings.

Indeed he does! I feel that is a very central moment for his character as a whole. Family is very important to him, but the way in which he goes about trying to show support always backfires. I would really like the next installment, which I have just remembered my planned title for: docendo discimus ("We learn by teaching"), to really touch on Moth's feelings on that and how Jay helps her work through that.

[veruveritas]

esse est percipi (2024)

If to be, is to be perceived, Then how do you see me, doctor?

(print)

[girlreborn]

“Look at me.”

His tone leaves no room for apprehension or resistance. As much as you would prefer to desperately avoid his piercing gaze, you’ve known Ratio long enough to gauge the fact that he’s too stubborn for you to escape this situation without complying.

So you do.

Your vision is blurry with the amount of tears congealing above your eyeball, but you can see Ratio’s face. His gaze is contemplative as he looks back back into your own, eyes narrowing. His opposite hand hovers near your face for a moment, almost as if to hold an unguentarium to your eyes to collect the liquid dripping out… before he shifts, placing it in front of you to where you could hold onto it.

“You’re in no condition to keep working,” he says matter-of-factly, “Grab onto me. We’re leaving.”

i have recently posted a new one shot, esse est percipi. this is just a teaser. you can view the full version here.

[stormofdefiance]

True knowledge exists in knowing you know nothing || Dr. Ratio & Socrates

Okay, I legitimately laughed out loud writing that title, but listen. LISTEN.

Ratio's inspirations derive from many sources; from referencing Archimedes's brain-blast in the tub, to being doomed to have his head bonked by Newton's apple ad infinitum in his idle animation, to his ultimate line ('esse est percipi' / 'to be is to be perceived') a direct quote from Berkeley on Idealism - it's apparent that his design nods towards scholars across time periods rather than being a direct parallel to a singular academic.

Nevertheless, just for fun, I've been rotating Ratio and ancient greek philosophers around in my head and have had a great time chewing over how parallels Socrates in particular. I am in no way saying that Hoyo even thought about Socrates while they were designing Ratio, but I thought I'd share my thoughts. I think there are some worthwhile parallels to be drawn that touch on all aspects of Ratio's own philosophy regarding ignorance, the value of knowledge, and his deep appreciation of life. So, let's get into it.

Ratio is interested in humanity and curing 'ill minds with knowledge', that 'to turn a blind eye to the folly of others is not an etiquette, but a wicked worldly practice.' Ignorance is a disease - this is a concept that can be viewed through a Socratic lens. Socrates believed that that virtue and knowledge were impossible to separate from one another, and that virtue could be developed through acquiring knowledge and insight. If knowledge is virtue, then ignorance is vice. In Socrates's mind, no one would rationally choose to do something bad. People might choose to do bad things, but this is rooted in their own perception of the world - as in, someone would only choose to do something bad (for the world, or for themselves) because they believed (erroneously) that it was the right or good thing to do. To Socrates, the cure to this was knowledge: 'There are two kinds of disease of the soul, vice and ignorance.' & 'What does most harm in the world is not sinfulness but ignorance'.

To Ratio, 'If ignorance is an ailment, it is the duty of the scholars to weed it out and heal the universe'. He views his own ignorance as 'filth' that must be cleansed through methods such as reading. He also views knowledge as a method for humans to overcome their problems - 'Another day has passed. If your problem still hasn't been solved, is it possible the problem is you?' & 'You look distressed. Is something troubling you? if so, you can figure it out for yourself.' These statements sound harsh, but they also clue us into Ratio's philosophy - that through self-examination and improvement, one can overcome one's ailments.

Socrates was also known for being a trouble-maker, he was abrupt and tactless and did not care for someone's social standing nor decorum. He was also known for using what is now called the Socratic method, asking a series of questions that ultimately seek to show contradictions in the beliefs of those who posed them, and to move systematically towards a hypothesis free from contradiction. Socrates rarely made assertions himself - after all, he had no wisdom of his own. But he could interrogate others in order to expose their own foibles, much to the embarrassment and annoyance of those around him. He was once described as a 'gnat' chewing on the 'lazy horse of Athens', causing it to wake up and spring to life due to his persistent gnawing and prodding. Ratio also employs the Socratic method - 'I'm asking questions' - and also adopts sophist tactics such as playing devil's advocate and taking opposing sides (with both himself as seen a story quest, and with others as we see with his texts urging us to take up a side so he might debate us). Through questioning and interrogation, upsetting what we consider social convention and norms, we can dispel contradictions and thereby come closer to some form of truth.

To add to this - as highlighted in the replies below - Ratio’s skill ‘intellectual midwifery’ is a reference to the Socratic method. The idea being that Socrates helped those around him give birth to the knowledge that was already within them, rather than treating his students minds as empty vessels for him to fill with his own answers. Again this is beautifully echoed in Ratio - he doesn’t want to tell you how to live your life, he wants you to work out for yourself what it is you need, thus empowering oneself through self-examination and questioning.

Socrates did not believe in writing anything down. He believed that face-to-face communication was a far more effective way of communicating knowledge - which means, unfortunately, what we know of Socrates is primarily derived from secondary sources. Much of what we know about him today comes from Plato's dialogues, and Plato was known for liberally exercising artistic license.

Although Ratio is not dead, I find it interesting that his character story is told exclusively through secondary sources. To quote - '…There are no less than eight documentaries detailing his legendary exploits, and over a dozen memoirs about him. However, despite the plethora of commentaries, none of them seems to provide a compelling perspective.' It's as though there are no surviving fragments penned by Ratio's hand and all we have to go on is through the lenses of other people. This challenges us, perhaps, to try to think about our own interpretation of Ratio since secondary sources cannot be taken as a wholly unbiased account - and once again employing the Socratic method and empowering the reader to come to their own interpretation.

While Socrates left no writing behind, he was interested in spreading knowledge. Socrates spent most of his life in Athens, a city that was, during his lifetime (~470-399 BC), a hotpot of scholars, wisemen and philosophers. Athena, the Greek god of wisdom, was named after the city - her symbol the owl that is also appropriately perched on Ratio’s shoulder. Also in Athens at this time where the sophists. The sophists were a class of intellectuals who were known to teach courses in various subjects - but often for a high fee, and generally centred around the idea that persuasion and the use of knowledge as a tool was more important than wisdom or truth itself. There's some debate about whether Socrates could be characterised as a sophist himself, but, crucially, he is characterised as refusing to take payment for his teachings. He was born a plebeian (perhaps you might describe it as a mundane background.) He was known to dress in rags and go barefoot, speaking to and (often antagonising) people from all walks of life, preferring the marketplace as a center of debate than palaces or courtrooms. I can't help but think of the sophists as similar to the genius society (or at least Ratio's depiction of them in contrast to himself), cooped up in ivory towers and gatekeeping knowledge to the most privileged. He doubts if Herta's talent is always helpful to others, he compares Screwllum to a 'monarch'. Then again, the sophists may in fact be a bit of a parallel to the Intelligentsia Guild - from Ratio, 'when someone is willing to listen to knowledge that is being disseminated and circulated, a price is created'.

Socrates (or at least the Platonic depiction of Socrates) was at one time declared the wisest man in Athens by the Oracle of Delphi. Socrates balks at this assertion - how can he possibly be the wisest man in Athens when he in fact knows nothing at all? This was not a claim made of modesty - he truly believed that he had no wisdom, that he was unsure what 'wisdom' itself even was. Ultimately, Socrates concludes that the only way that the Oracle could be correct is that by actually acknowledging that he knows nothing he paradoxically is the wisest man in Athens. All wisdom, therefore, is rooted in wondering, with wondering only possible if one is open to admitting one's own ignorance.

What I love about all of this in relation to Ratio is that Ratio styles himself as a mundanite. The Intelligensia Guild advocates that 'all knowledge must be circulated like currency' and accepts 'all beings… who seek to learn'. Ratio has no time for the satisfied self-styling of intellectualism, he himself states that 'to speak knowledge, we must first make people realise their own folly.' No one is above criticism in this regard, even himself - again, to quote 'Whenever someone agrees with me, I feel like I must be wrong.' Again, I feel as though he would resonate with Socrates here: 'Smart people learn from everything and everyone, average people from their experiences, and stupid people already have all the answers'. With Aventurine, he is quick to mock his appearance as over-the-top and vapid - once again making it clear his distate for vanity and hollow displays of showiness (albeit he may have been acting for Sunday's sake here. Also, no comment about this coming from a man who runs around in a toga, lmao) Equally, with Aventurine, it is clear that Ratio is willing to learn from him - he apologises when he offends, he abhors his methodology and yet he still relies upon it and trusts in Aventurine's plan, he is drawn to him in some ways precisely because he is so different to himself. Aventurine (at least styles himself) as impulsive to Ratio's slow and steady methodology, Aventurine whose learning has been entirely self-made vs Ratio who has spent his life in classrooms, Ratio who scoffs at Aventurine's favourite games of chance yet adds slot machines to his simulated universe. And to Socrates, the experience of aporia – in all of its discomfort and disruption – is the very catalyst of wonder, and that wonder was not just the root of wisdom but also the way to live a good and happy life. There is something beautiful in this to me, and this extends to Ratio. Ratio fundamentally cares about life. For all his brashness, his lashing out against 'idiots', his harsh demeanour - he wants people to live good lives, he wants to contribute to the good of humanity - all people, even those he is annoyed by, he cares so profoundly and absolutely about life. The entire reason why he is obsessed with wisdom and learning is not to exalt or elevate himself, not as some kind of ritualistic expression of piety towards a deity, but it is instead an expression of devotion towards life itself. Ratio has a strict work out routine not so that he can show off his body, but because living healthily is living well and working out is a component of that. Even the way he fusses and worries about Aventurine, someone he is pointedly irritated by, reveals how deeply his care runs. So so much of his character is centered on caring for life, even if it is not immediately obvious.

Finally, I'd like to highlight some ways in which Ratio is not like Socrates. First of all, Socrates was repeatedly described as 'ugly' by fellow philosophers Plato and Xenophon - this is contrast to Ratio being repeatedly described as 'handsome'. This is an interesting subversion to me (albeit likely an indulgent one) as in both cases both men attempt to distance their physical appearance from the weight of their words. Ratio wears the bust for many reasons, but way to view it is that he is attempting to stop his appearance from bearing any influence in the subject of debate.

Socrates was also said to be blessed by a divine touch, and as we know, this is something that agonises Ratio as Nous has not yet turned THEIR gaze towards him.

Lastly, Ratio has - thankfully - not yet been ordered by the state to drink hemlock for all his trouble-making and blustering. Though perhaps he may someday be put on trial by the IPC if the theories that he is working alongside Aventurine to undermine the corporation are true - we will just have to wait and see.

Thanks for reading my little ramble. I'd be super interested in anyone's thoughts if they'd like to share, but regardless, I'll leave off on some of my favourite wee quotes from the Rat man:

'Even a life marked by failure is a life worth living - it is only in moments of solitude and despair, when help is absent, that fools grasp how to pick themselves up.'

'Do stay alive. I wish you the best of luck.'

[bird-girth]

Ratio/Alhaitham comparisons are, sort of, largely egregious. it's not to say that he flaunts himself as much as aventurine does, but he's so very ostentatious in any case; several statues of himself in ridiculous poses, trying for a metaphysical god's glance. his burst voice line is esse est percipi; to be is to be perceived-subjective idealism, some sort of implicit reference to his handsome bust^tm maybe.

then again, the line's likely just for flair, and every character in the game's exaggerated; Aventurine has a roulette table stitched onto the back of his fur-lined coat and Ratio's name is fucking Veritas Ratio, but..you get it!!!!! Ratio is not reserved or indifferent. he is deeply concerned. Alhaitham isn't nearly so broad.

[whiteskullofroses]

STAR OF JERUSALEM

Baldwin Iv x Reader

🕯️Imagine you're a theatre star touring the world. Once you perform on the Holy Land, The king notices your talent and wishes to get to know you.🕯️

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"AND ONE AND TWO AND THREE AND Y/N GO!"

And you went. Stepping on the red X drawn upon the stage. Your joyful and youthful face turning into a straight and emotionless one.

"Esto quod es, ex animo, ex Luna."

The scene looked absolutely mesmerising. On the huge wooden floor sat a man-made moon in the phase of waning crescent. Behind you swung stars, the hot weather of Jerusalem making them shimmer and shine as though they were a sheet of a book kissed by candle light.

"Esse est percipi." Clapping sharply and reaching for one of the stars: "ad altiora tendo." Throwing the star on the ground, having it dramatically break apart: "ad astra."

Swirling in your own little world as the strings played a gentle, heart touching melody on the command of the harpist's fingertips.

"Luceo non uro." You sang, breathing steadily and stopping on the centre of the stage again: "nec spe" the music picked up the pace, you dropped to you knees: "nec metu."

"BEAUTIFUL Y/N! BEAUTIFUL!"

You inhaled deeply, for this night wasn't like no other. Rumors roaming around like a vampire at night, that his majesty, Baldwin the fourth will be joining the hopeful crowd of people who share a passion for ancient poetry combined with dread that comes with being alive and wanting it acted out infront of them.

Such news excited you madly, wanting to do the best of the best you practiced day and night for this magical show which will appear before everyone's eyes tonight.

You were incredibly lucky to have God bless you with the talent of being such a delicate preformer. The bigger the crowd, the better. The more eyes were glued to you the smoother words ran out of your mouth.

'What a lovely feeling it is, to be loved.' you thought, not only today but often as you've seen all of Europe, have met hundreds of impressionable people of whom you only heard in fairytales as a lowborn child. Them preaching what a fine show you've put on behind the stage curtains after every show made you feel like a flawless angel with bright wings and the purest soul.

The Holy Spirit inside you was preaching that showing off your skill to who some call 'the messenger of God', or simply the ruler of the Holy Land, should be your top priority. You always listened to it, as a personal belief of yours was that It was in fact God speaking to you through it. So what other choice could you have?

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Heavy clouds casted upon the wide stadium. Whispers of wonder were dominated by laughter of those already tipsy ones. These kinds of special events that to foreigners often seemed formal, were in all reality a party for all kinds. Those who wished to drink through the show were allowed without any restrictions, yet those who listened and watched you, were rather intoxicated with words that cut deep.

And so it is. The Greek harpist began strumming a century old melody called: 'Stella iuxta Lunam'. The crowd went silent like birds during a storm. Curtains coloured dark blue opened, presenting a beautiful young woman in a black dress with pearls in her hair. That woman was you.

The people of Jerusalem weren't used to a woman showing her hair, not only because of how religious the people were, but also because of the hot weather. Many people would suffer heat strokes and terrible migraines without them.

As you sang in Latin, the clouds cried down on the Earth. Soft tapping mother nature provided with the downpour gave out a great additional scene.

"Ad astra..."

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Folks cheered, threw roses and whistled in your honor over and over again. The rain had long before stopped allowing the stars to shine up in the skies.

Bowing and sending kisses to the sea of people, you left the stage.

Sighing and letting your hair down. Just as you were about to go drink some water, you heard an unfamiliar voice speak your name.

"Yes?" Breathing out and turning towards the one standing behind you.

As soon as you saw his metal mask you quickly added: "Your majesty."

Straightening up and giving your hair a quick fix, he started: "I greatly apologize for interrupting you while on break."

Sitting down on a chair, breathing heavily.

He was so sick. It broke your heart, poor twenty year old couldn't even walk a couple of meters without almost passing out.

"However" he continued: "I must say I'm a great fan of your work."

Taken back from the fact that the King of Jerusalem himself came to see you perform despite his state: "I'm truly honored, your majesty-"

"Baldwin." Interrupting you. Noticing your surprised expression he chuckled.

"Alright, Baldwin. Thank you for coming to see me tonight." It wasn't unusually for you to have people of power view you as one of them. After all you made good money and were loved to death by whole of Europe.

"I'm really proud of how far you've come." Baldwin was showering you in compliments and all you could do was redden in the cheeks and grin.

After a while he pondered: "How long are you staying here, Y/N? Tilting his head to you, who was now sitting opposite to him.

"Three days."

Baldwin leaned forward: "Do you play chess?"

You did. And you were bloody good at it too.

"Join me tomorrow for a round then." Standing up and taking one last look at you: "when the Sun goes down."

THE END.

[ecarlatte]

a little late to advertising but i wrote a silly little mutual pining pre-penacony ratiorine fic :)

esse est percipi (3.9k words)

Ratio leans over to pick Aventurine’s gloves and jacket from the bed, and sweep the rings into his hand; Aventurine watches him detachedly as he does so. “You know,” Aventurine says, and Ratio pauses. Their faces are uncomfortably close. “Your eyes.” He stops. “My eyes,” Ratio repeats. He does not move. - (or: days before aventurine’s scheduled trip to penacony, about three terrible cocktails in, he finds himself in the same ballroom as ratio.)

[coficarameru]

"Ess e est percipi"

[talonabraxas]

Pythagoras, circa 570-495 BC:

"In the sacred geometry of existence, the right angle is the corner stone upon which the universe is constructed. It is the meeting point of the material and the divine, where the earthly and celestial realms align."

Hermetic Wisdom, "The Emerald Tablet," attributed to Hermes Trismegistus:

"As above, so below, and in the sacred right angle, the secrets of the cosmos are unveiled. Seek the perfection of this angle, and you shall find the key to unlocking the mysteries of the universe."

Albrecht Dürer, Renaissance Artist and Geometer:

"The right angle is the gateway to the harmony of proportions. In its symmetry lies the perfection of God's design, mirrored in the beauty of art and architecture."

Rosicrucian Manuscripts, 17th Century:

"The right angle, the symbol of divine balance, holds the power to transmute base matter into spiritual gold. It is the cornerstone of alchemical transformation."

René Descartes, 17th Century Philosopher and Mathematician:

"Cogito, ergo sum, yet the right angle, esse est percipi—To be, is to be perceived, and in the right angle's existence, it is perceived as the foundation of mathematical truths."

The Golden Dawn, 19th-20th Century Occult Order:

"Within the pentagram, the right angle represents the element Earth, grounding and stabilizing our spiritual endeavors. It is the symbol of earthly wisdom."

Aleister Crowley, Occultist and Magickian:

"In the Book of the Law, it is written: 'Let there be no difference made among you between any one thing and any other thing; for thereby there cometh hurt.' The right angle signifies the unity of all things, where distinctions dissolve."

Vedic Wisdom, Ancient Indian Texts:

"In the sacred geometry of Vastu Shastra, the right angle known as 'Vedha' is the cornerstone of architectural harmony. It guides the construction of sacred spaces in alignment with cosmic energies."

Chinese Feng Shui Tradition:

"The right angle, like the gentle curve of the dragon's spine, brings balance and harmony to the flow of qi. It is the foundation of auspicious space design."

Islamic Geometric Art:

"In the intricate patterns of Islamic art, the right angle symbolizes the intersection of the finite with the infinite, creating mesmerizing tessellations that reflect the perfection of the Divine."

Cymatics 144hz, water cymatics

[ghelgheli]

Stuff I Read In August 2024

bold indicates favourites

Books

Minima Moralia, Theodor Adorno [link]

Joseph Stalin: A Political Biography, Marx-Engels-Lenin Institute

Exordia, Seth Dickinson

The Racial Contract, Charles W. Mills

Short Fiction

Esse est percipi, Jorge Luis Borges & Adolfo Bioy Casares [link]

The Proper Study, Isaac Asimov

2430 A.D., Isaac Asimov

The Greatest Asset, Isaac Asimov

The Jaunt, Stephen King [link]

There Will Come Soft Ruins, Ray Bradbury [link]

Harrison Bergeron, Kurt Vonnegut [link]

Billenium, J. G. Ballard [link]

The Food of the Gods, Arthur C Clarke

The Star, Arthur C Clarke

Tantie Merle and the Farmhand 4200, R. S. A. Garcia [link]

Queer &c.

Kill the Couple in Your Head, Anonymous [link]

Gender without Gender Identity: The Case of Cognitive Disability, Elizabeth Barnes [link]

The Woman Question, Lori Watson [link]

Being Your Best Self: Authenticity, Morality, and Gender Norms, Rowan Bell

Reimagining Transgender, Robin Dembroff [link]

Yep, I’m Gay: Understanding Agential Identity, Robin Dembroff & Catharine Saint-Croix [link]

Forgotten lives: Trans older adults living with dementia at the intersection of cisgenderism, ableism/cogniticism and ageism, Alexandre Baril & Marjorie Silverman [link]

Dementia and the gender trouble?: Theorising dementia, gendered subjectivity and embodiment, Linn J. Sandberg [link]

Pol

Moving Towards Life, Marina Magloire [link]

Rosa Luxemburg Foundation please note: ‘A time comes when silence is betrayal’, Haifa Zangana [link]

Beyond Orientalism and Islamophobia: 9/11, Anti-Arab Racism, and the Mythos of National Pride, Steven George Salaita

On misogynoir: citation, erasure, and plagiarism, Moya Bailey & Trudy [link]

Other

“Democratizing AI” and the Concern of Algorithmic Injustice, Ting-an Lin [link]

What is a (social) structural explanation? Sally Haslanger [link]

The Importance of `Godzilla' Cannot Be Overstated, Charlie Brigden [link]

The Special Effects in Citizen Kane, Wesley Tilford [link]

For Friendship to be Revolutionary, Sever [link]

[troutfur]

GoldTiger au, i would love to hear more about Jayf's complicated relationship with his atheist sister and him as the mentor in him and Leaf's dynamic

I treasure both these relationships deeply. ❤️

With Mothwing, Jayfeather takes a lot of the scenes Leafpaw had in the canon books. He is keeping tabs on her as a new meddie and as someone with his own fraught relationship with StarClan. A key motivator for writing the original fic, esse est percipi, was actually getting to this bit where we see them intersct. Being closer in age and status means they can bond more over that common ground between them. And he really wants his sister to succeed even before learning they are half-siblings.

With Leafpaw he is a stern but fair mentor and she can perceive that he really cares, despite the prickly exterior. It is rare for the junior meddie to be appointed to mentor, but Cinderpelt let him because Hollyleaf herself had Squirrelpaw as an apprentice. Cinder is deeply aware that Jayf resents being shoved into this position and wants him to feel close to his siblings as they go into the next stage of their life as warriors. Plus she feels he's genuinely qualified, so why not?

This is complicated somewhat by the whole Fire and Tiger prophecy, and Jayf absolutely does not help. He resents Firestar having seen him as the harmless one out of his siblings and he gets a kick out of spooking him with the ominous prophecy now that he doesn't know which of his sisters he gave as apprentices to Tigerkin it could refer to. Cinderpelt is 100% done with this nonsense.

(Sidenote, but I'd be remiss to mention my favorite fun fact about this AU, Jayfeather and Lionblaze fucking hate Firestar to the bitter end. When he finally dies they absolutely hold a "That Asshole is Finally Dead!" party. Hollyleaf would have their heads on a pike if she found out though so she's not invited.)