Dear Trump/Pence Supporters,

I realize you don’t know how to execute a boycott (e.g., buying coffee at Starbucks to protest Starbucks), so I’m going to help you out. I’ve seen some of you say that you have “cancelled” your Hamilton tickets. Now, you know you’re fibbing a bit, right? You can’t really cancel tickets to a Broadway show. Sometimes, you can get an exchange. But, come on, it’s Hamilton. I know you think it’s hilarious that you found a Google ad offering “75% off Hamilton tickets”; you not only think the ad is legit, but you also think your angry “boycott Hamilton” tweets somehow magically tanked the show overnight. But let’s get real:

If you have tickets to Hamilton and you want to boycott it because you think a vile, racist, homophobe, evil liar shouldn’t have to face the real fear and concern minorities and the disenfranchised feel because he and the cheeto lost the popular vote and may put all of our lives in peril, you’re going to have to eat those tickets.

Yep. Hundreds of dollars down the drain. Maybe thousands. 

But I can fix that. You see, I still haven’t seen Hamilton. My son is dying to see Hamilton. If you want to boycott, message me and I’ll buy your tickets. If you want, I’ll even send you the playbill so you can use it for target practice. (I don’t save them.)

Have fun with your boycott. I’m sure it will work out just as well as the many “family values” Disney boycotts. Good luck!

Okay so I know we are all waiting for the Johnlock kiss in Episode 3, but let us not forget that before that we will get: 

John and Sherlock talking 

John and Sherlock looking at each other 

John and Sherlock in the same frame

John and Sherlock smiling at each other

John and Sherlock supporting each other

John and Sherlock getting lost in their own little word

John and Sherlock talking about each other

People asking John about Sherlock

Sherlock asking about John

Sherlock pretending not to care that John doesn’t live with him

John fibbing to Sherlock that his marriage is fantastic

People asking Sherlock about John

John not understanding a case when Sherlock does

Sherlock with facial hair and John hating it

Sherlock explaining a case to John

John being a doctor and Sherlock being impressed

John being a soldier and Sherlock being turned on 

Sherlock deducing something and John being impressed

John and Sherlock being fond 

John being sad because Sherlock is sad

Sherlock being sad because John is sad

John and Sherlock being sassy

John and Sherlock being bad asses

Sherlock making sure John is okay

John being worried about Sherlock

John asking Sherlock lots of questions

Sherlock doing only the best for John

Sherlock thinking John knows because of TAB

John not knowing what Sherlock is talking about because of TAB

Overall lack of communications between John and Sherlock

John being upset about Sherlock’s drug addiction

Sherlock overcoming drugs for John

John and Sherlock secretly glancing at each other

John and Sherlock secretly glancing at each other through the use of mirrors

John and Sherlock using code words

John making sure Sherlock is taking care of himself

John sitting in his old chair at Sherlock’s flat

Sherlock making sure John feels loved

John and Sherlock and water

John and Sherlock and tea

John and Sherlock and elephants

John and Sherlock and phones

John and Sherlock in cabs

John doing things for Sherlock

Sherlock doing things just for John

John and Sherlock with their jaws hung slack 

Sherlock making jokes he thinks John will like

John finding more body parts in the fridge

Sherlock at a loss for words because of John’s hair

Sherlock pining for John

John dreaming about Sherlock

John and Sherlock

Sherlock and John 

Back on screen together at last. 

Hit and Run Chapter 3

Hey guys, as promised here’s chapter 3 of Hit and Run!

For those who haven’t read the previous chapters yet…


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Thanks @gays-on-ice (aka @peanut-jars) ,  @ppastelderpp, and @peachyviktor for putting up with me <3

Also… considering the new information revealed by the last few episodes… I may need to review my general outline and make appropriate changes.

Chapter 3 : Hospital Stay (2)

Yuuri plastered his most serene expression onto his face and hoped that Victor wouldn’t be able to call his bluff.

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Proving my worth

Wayfaring to patient’s family member: Hi, I’m Dr. Wayfaring. I don’t believe we’ve met before. 

Patient’s Family Member: You’re the doctor? Aren’t you a little young?

Wayfaring: I’m old enough.

Wayfaring: *Thoroughly evaluates patient’s memory loss for 20 minutes and develops a plan.  Then randomly finds new-onset a-fib on physical exam, thus turning the appointment into a 45 minute visit*

Patient’s Family Member at the end of the visit: Ummm… I was wondering… could you maybe check me out too? I’ve had the same doctor for 30 years but now I’m not so sure he’s as thorough as you are…maybe you could make sure he hasn’t missed anything?


Sure, just make an appointment.

I Can’t Save Her: Part 22

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 2,365

Catch Up Here

Summary: You have been with the Avengers for three years and during that time you have developed a close friendship with Bucky. When you discover another woman in Bucky’s room you begin to question what your true feelings for him are.

Author’s Notes: See my previous post here. I was hoping to have Bucky in this chapter but I didn’t want to cut his reappearance short. Tags are at the bottom. Please let me know if you would like to be tagged/removed.

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“Y/N,” Steve said concerned as he grabbed ahold of my uninjured arm to catch me. I had stumbled and nearly fallen once we had entered the jet. He picked me up and carried me to my seat.

I smiled at him weakly. “Stevie – I may have fibbed a little about that gunshot,” I mumbled softly. His brows knitted in concentration as he removed my makeshift bandage that had long since been soaked through. I knew the wound itself was superficial and wouldn’t kill me, but the rage I had tapped into for my energy had dissipated. It left me mentally and physically weary.  Steve retrieved the first aid kit and began to nimbly treat my wound the best he could. “I’m sorry,” I whispered as he worked.

“About getting shot?” he asked – his eyebrows shooting up as he looked at me.

“I lost control,” I muttered.

“We all do at some point,” he reassured me with a small smile. I couldn’t help but notice that the smile didn’t reach his eyes. It was obvious – he was worried about Bucky and about me. I sighed wearily as he set his jaw with determination. “We’ll find him. You’re okay, but we’re going to have to get you checked out,” he added as he stood and strolled to the pilot’s seat of the jet.

“Rogers,” Nick’s curt voice filled the air. “How did it go?”

“We’ve extracted some security footage from three days ago. I’m sending it to you now. We need you to run facial recognition on this. We think any intel you can find will be the best route to finding Bucky,” his last words fell flat. I knew where his mind had gone – to Bucky being stored in Siberia for decades under the control of H.Y.D.R.A.

“You found information on Barnes?” Nick sounded somewhat surprised.

“H.Y.D.R.A. has him,” Steve answered bluntly. “And Y/N has been shot,” he added nervously as he turned to look at me. “It’s not life threatening, but we need to get her treated quickly. I need her to be as recovered as she can be when we go in for extraction.”

“I’m in London now – I will meet you at the facility in Vienna.”

There was a brief pause. “Nick, you better call in Nat and Tony for this one,” Steve added.

“That’s a little difficult since Stark doesn’t know Y/N is with you,” Fury added sourly.

“You just worry about getting Stark here… I’ll do the rest,” Steve responded. “Over and out.”

“Y/N?” Steve’s voice was softer – he had set autopilot on the jet and had abandoned his post to check on me.

“Hm?” I muttered sleepily. In the back of my mind I knew my sudden burst of exhaustion was from both the emotional trauma I had endured and the physical trauma that had caused me to lose blood. I tried to do the math in my head – the wound wasn’t that bad, but I had recklessly ignored it for the most part. I mainly had forgotten just how much it hurt to be shot. Steve shook me gently to try to wake me up fully. I opened my eyes and blinked furiously to clear my vision.

“I can’t have you falling asleep on me,” he said seriously. He brushed the hair that had become stuck to my forehead away from my face. Steve had always been my protector – in a different way from Bucky. He was like the brother I had always wished I had.

I smiled at him sadly. “I’m sorry Steve,” I whispered.

“Why do you keep apologizing?” He asked confused – a hint of humor in his eyes. “You’re the one that got shot… not me. I should have done a better job.” He grimaced as he looked at my wound again.

“That’s not what I’m apologizing about,” I whispered softly. “I’m sorry about Bucky. You lost him too… and now…” Tears began to fill my eyes. I felt Steve’s hand wrap around mine.

“Listen to me. Y/N, I promise you that we’ll find him and we’ll save him. Whatever it takes. If it’s the last thing I do – I will get Bucky back to you,” he said it as if he was making a solemn vow – and I knew he completely meant it. I offered him a small smile. “You know it isn’t just for you…” he said softly.

“What?” I asked confused.

“He needs to be with you. I’ve known Bucky for a long time. I’ve watched him struggle to come back from the places that H.Y.D.R.A. took him, and for so long I was worried. Worried that he would never quite feel like he belonged, but then you showed up and it was like two puzzle pieces snapping together. Whatever he’s thinking…. Whatever he’s doing… he knows deep down that he can’t run from you,” Steve squeezed my hand reassuringly before making his way back to the controls.

“I’m telling you Rogers – she is staying here and that is final.”

“Listen Tony, she is probably one of the only people that can reason with him so if she can go she is going. She will obviously want to go,” Steve let out an angry huff. Apparently the two men had been arguing for quite some time and had finally managed to wake me up. I moved stiffly as I opened my eyes – wincing as I remembered I had been shot. The pain wasn’t quite as bad now – I had a feeling that at some point someone had given me a hearty dose of painkillers.

“What the hell are you two arguing about?” I groaned as I carefully scooted myself up in the bed. Both men turned to me. Steve had the good grace to look ashamed while Tony continued to look annoyed.

“Steve here wants you to go with him once we locate Barnes. I think it is too dangerous in your condition,” Tony scoffed as he crossed his arms.

“Oh come on Tony! The doctor said there was no major damage – hell he even said there wasn’t that much blood loss. She passed out from a combination of things. You were here when he said it! He said she needed rest which she’s done plenty of for the last three days!” Steve was yelling now. He wasn’t going to back down from Tony on this.

“Do I have a say in any of this?” I asked quietly. Both men looked slightly taken aback.

“Of course you do Y/N” Steve answered apologetically.

“I am going. He’s there because of me, and I have to make it right,” I answered quietly. I also had the very real feeling that he wouldn’t come back with us which made my heart sink, but I had to go. I had to see him. I had to speak to him. I had to save him. I swallowed hard to keep the tears at bay. I looked up wearily at Tony as he opened his mouth to argue. I put up a hand to silence him so I could continue. “Listen, Tony you will be there. I won’t do anything crazy. I’ll stay behind everyone else, but you know I have to do this. Please let me do this.”

Tony huffed as he mulled over my little speech. Finally, he threw his hands up in exasperation. “Fine – I know I’m not going to win this one anyways. If you feel like you can go then go. Just remember – you being reckless can put others in danger.” And just like that he stormed out of the room. I could tell he understood why I needed to go, but he was obviously not happy about it. Steve shook his head – a look of pure frustration on his face – as he sat down on the side of my bed.

“Tony’s just mad that I let you come here and that you got hurt. How do you feel?” he asked.

“I mean it certainly isn’t the worst I’ve felt, but I’ve been better,” I smiled at him meekly. “Steve…” I began

“Fury has gathered some intel on the men that took Bucky. He’s already identified several and now we are just circling until we can pinpoint an exact location. We’re close though,” he added reassuringly. I sighed wearily as I slid back into the bed. Steve was still looking at me concerned.

“Y/N…” he said hesitantly.

“Yeah Steve?”

He paused and shifted uncomfortably. “Are you sure you’re up for this?” I could tell he was still uncomfortable about my reaction at the facility. It was a side of me that Steve had never actually seen before, and I could tell it made him nervous.

“I have to be, Steve. I don’t have a choice. I have to see him.”

He smiled at me sadly. “Okay – try to get some more rest. I will let you know once Fury pinpoints a location.” He rose carefully from the bed and left to allow me to rest.

I drifted into an uneasy sleep which swirled with memories, dreams, nightmares, blood, and Bucky’s face as he wordlessly spoke his apology to me before being beaten and dragged away to some unknown hell.

“Y/N,” Nat whispered under her breath so Tony and Steve wouldn’t hear. I broke from my thoughts to look at her. I hadn’t noticed how tense my body had become until I felt the ache in my arm. “Are you alright?” she asked concern.

“Yeah I’m fine. I’m just… I’m just trying to focus.” I responded before we lapsed back into silence.

It had taken five days, from the time we had visited the facility, for Nick to track down where he believed Bucky had been taken. The area was a relatively remote place in Siberia – not unlike the facility they previously used to store Bucky and the other Winter Soldiers. I swallowed the bile rising in my throat — store. What had they done to him in the eight days since they had captured him? Were we already too late? Even if we weren’t… even if Bucky was still Bucky… would he come back after all he had been through because of me? I felt my heart begin to race at the thought. As soon as we had received the intel we had packed up and were in the air in under thirty minutes. Since we had left my mind had been plagued by a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts.

For what it was worth, Steve and I had asked both Tony and Nat to stand down in regards to Bucky. They were with us solely for support, because we knew we were walking into a trap. Their job was to distract and neutralize while we looked for Bucky. I had made Tony promise me, with quite a bit of argument, that he would stay out of whatever happened with Bucky after he had all but threatened to drag him back to the compound if it was the last thing he did. Steve stayed mostly silent during the exchange. When I pushed him about it later he had quietly refused to talk about what we would do if Bucky refused to come back. Ever since the conversation he had avoided being alone with me. I knew he was just as anxious about it as I was. I also knew that Steve had promised to bring Bucky back, and he wasn’t one to take promises lightly.

The rocking of the jet as it touched down brought me back to the present. I swallowed hard as I unbuckled myself from my seat and checked to make sure I had all of my gear.  Nat and Tony exited the jet to give Steve and myself some time to talk. “You okay?” he asked quietly.

“Are you okay?” I countered back.

He shifted uncomfortably but remained quiet for a moment. “We should probably go,” he finally answered as he grabbed his shield.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. ran a perimeter check – everything out here is clear. We have about fifty hostiles inside but they are spread out enough that if we do it right we should be able to take care of them pretty quickly. It seems like more are gathered at one of the lower levels. That’s probably where Barnes is being held,” Tony called over his shoulder as Steve and I exited the jet.

“Great. They definitely won’t be expecting that we have brought people with us, but we still need to be careful. Who knows what they have up their sleeves. Tony and Nat – let’s work on clearing out the top levels while Y/N accesses their security footage. Tony I’m assuming you found an easy access point for that?” Steve responded.

“Oh certainly. My name wouldn’t be Stark if I couldn’t,” he snorted.

“Okay. Y/N you focus on that. We will try to keep you covered, but stay alert just in case. We want to go in with as much stealth as we can. Once we have cleared the top level and extracted the intel we need – Tony I need you to create some sort of diversion that will cause most of the lower levels to clear out. That will help Y/N and I move through the lower levels without having to deal with as many guards. Think you can handle it?” he asked Tony.

Tony scoffed. “If I can handle a horde of angry aliens hell bent on destroying New York City I am pretty sure I can handle a few H.Y.D.R.A. agents.”

“Okay… Okay. Let’s get this over with” Steve sighed as I gripped my gun tightly. 

The words of the man from the facility echoed in my mind as we neared the entry point that Tony had scouted for us. “Tell me, did Sargent Barnes ever tell you what it was like to be unmade?” If anything was for certain, I knew that H.Y.D.R.A. would soon find out what it was like to be unmade.  If it was the last thing I did – I would make every one of them pay. My anger festered and flowed from me as I tapped into a place that would help me survive the nightmares that were yet to come.

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The Best Time to Be a Riley

hi. i’m back to give you this fic. it takes place immediately after A Christmas Maya and it’s loosely based on this prompt. enjoy and happy holidays, lovelies!

Riley Matthews wasn’t a natural liar. She was so bad at it as a child that when a lie touched her tongue she would start crying and immediately tell the truth. But time changed things, as it did. When her best friend Maya liked Lucas she lied. When her best friend Maya graffitied a park she lied. And when her best friend Maya had to go home to her new father, she lied.

“The best time to be a Riley,” she had fibbed and lit the tree. Fifty little lights shined to lift her spirits…but they failed. Riley’s spirit had bounds after all. Even when she had thrown the last of her glitter, it only reminded her of all the butterflies she used to carry that passed away.

Riley Matthews smiled to her family (another lie) and took off her top hat. She danced over to her younger brother August and placed the hat on his head instead. “You did good, buddy,” she said to him and kissed the boy on the cheek.

“Riley, would you like to eat the rest of this cookie dough?” Topanga asked, going to the kitchen counter. Christmas was tomorrow and she was baking for the kids in their building.

Riley shook her head. “No, I’m a little tired.” A heat took over her face and stung the area behind her eyes. She knew she would cry so she ran up the stairs and sped to her room, shutting the door behind her.

There, standing in the middle of her bedroom, she looked around. Pictures of her and Maya hung on every wall and in every corner. Riley didn’t know how but there was an ache in her chest she couldn’t take. She sat in the bay window and began to cry. 

After everything she had done for Maya, Maya walked out the door. Maya’s new father was Riley’s own uncle, and she wasn’t even invited along. Maya had said she was Riley’s present and Riley’s presence cancelled that out. How is that possible?, she asked herself. Riley always believed that when you did something kind, the universe rewarded you.

But there she was: no gift, no boyfriend, no best friend, and her parents parenting Ava Morgenstern.

“I know what you did,” came a small voice. 

Riley quickly wiped her eyes and looked over to the door to find her young brother, no longer wearing the hat. “I understand the story, too.”

She smiled. At least one of them still had their sweet naivety. “What did I do?” she asked the boy.

He sat down at the bay window with her. “It’s the story of The Magi…” 

He went on to explain that Riley sacrificed her happiness to give Maya what she truly wanted: a family…that Riley had wanted Maya all to herself and gave that up.

The last sentiment shook the girl up. She wanted Maya all to herself. Auggie knew that. Someone understood her!…even though she didn’t.

She kissed her young brother on the head in gratitude, then felt a pang of panic. “Don’t tell her,” Riley said, attempting to keep her voice as even as possible.

Luckily, the boy was still a little dumb. “I don’t have to…She already knows,” he said, and gazed out the bay window, brown eyes at peace. He loved snow as much as his sister did; they had that in common.

The two siblings sat together for 20 minutes, in total silence, watching snow fall and holiday decor flash every colour. Then, Auggie fell asleep and Topanga came to take him to bed. And Riley was left alone again.

She looked to her clock on the nightstand across the room. 11:13 PM. She couldn’t believe she was going to ring in Christmas alone. Maya was always around. They would burn the Christmas cards her old father sent her and Riley’s parents would hand them one gift to open early. They would celebrate it.

Not anymore, thought Riley. Maya walked off. Lucas walked off too, but he was Lucas. His idea of romance was giving a girl a jellybean after going out with her best friend. What to expect from that boy, Riley knew. Maya, on the other hand, she was to stay. It was their unspoken promise.

The more Riley thought about it, the angrier she got. 

It was almost absentmindedly that Riley pulled a warm coat from her closet, a pair of shoes and climbed out the bay window, into the night.


There was a knock on the door belonging to the Hunter-Clutterbuckets. Katy Clutterbucket ran down in the stairs in a night robe, a pleasured smile on her face from the love and her husband had shared earlier. She opened the door and saw Riley.

“Honey, what are you doing here?”

“I need to speak to Maya.” Riley said with duty.

As if on a cue, Maya came sneaking down the stairs, peering around the landing at Riley and her mother. “Riley?”

“We need to talk. Now.” Riley snapped. She lifted her left hand. “Ring power.”

“I’m coming,” Maya sighed, stretching down the rest of the stairs. At the end of the staircase she looked to her mother. “Excuse us.”

Katy did.

Maya walked up to Riley. “Looks like haven’t you had enough drama,” she said playfully.

“You left!”

“What?” Maya laughed, surprised by Riley’s anger.

“I gave you Uncle Shawn and you left!”

“What in the world are you talking about? Riley, you wanted me to leave!”

“I didn’t want you to actually do it!”

Maya choked. Riley, her best friend, was admitting this. On Christmas Eve, the night she had spent watching movies with her new dad and laughing together for the first time. She couldn’t believe Riley was wanting that pulled away. She was offended and hurt. Anger burned inside her! “You’re a bitch!” Maya snapped. She had no other, more productive just thought. “You’re a fake bitch then.”

A bitch?, Riley thought. “I’m a bitch?! Would a bitch give you her uncle, her other uncle, her parents, her boyfriend? Would a bitch do your homework, give you her clothes, take the wrap for your crimes?! Maya, I would do anything for you! I would do anything for you and you left!”

“Fine!” Maya threw her hands up. “Thank you, Mother Teres-Riles! You want something back?” The blonde threw her hair to one side, unfastened her earring and pulled it off, then did the same on the next side. She threw both earrings on the counter nearby. “Take it! Merry Christmas! Riley Matthews has a present! Ya happy now?”

“I don’t want your stupid earrings! Let’s talk about the fact you were a waif when I met you!”

In that second Maya eyes welled up with tears. Hot, angry tears. What a low blow.

Riley had felt the weight of her words as they swung off of her tongue.  They had come out with such force, her entire body shook. Her face was red and her teeth were showing, grit together in tense emotion.  Her toes were splayed. She had said fighting words–and she did not care. She would not be the only one of them to cry tonight.

Dear Maya, so hurt, confused, angry and sick of this drama she could no longer control herself. She simply said an expletive under her breath and then jumped at her friend, elbowing Riley against the door and grabbing her finger with the ring on it with such force Riley curled inward and awaited a punch, her back already threatened by the door knob.

“Riley,” Maya growled in her deepest voice, “if you don’t tell me what’s the matter with you, I’m breaking this finger right off and feeding it to you. WHY ARE YOU UPSET?!”

Riley knew couldn’t do this any longer. She had completely exhausted herself with her own emotions and she could not hurt Maya any more. It was time to tell on herself. “I love you,” Riley mumbled.

“What?” Maya becked.

“I’m in love with you, Maya.” She clarified strongly. Then suddenly she was rambling: “I do all these things for you because I love you. I would do anything because I love you. I have given up anything I can give up to see you smile.” She laughed at herself, breath shaking. “…When you walked out that door an hour ago…” Riley swallowed a sob just then. “…it occurred to me that–it doesn’t matter. You don’t care. You don’t” another swallow “think of me like that.”

Maya was stunned silent.

“You see, Maya, when I think of you, I want to spend every day by you. Okay, maybe not every day, but this day–today was something special. It was your first Christmas with your new family, and I wanted to be apart of that. I wanted to be with you and I wanted you to put your head on my shoulder at the end of the night while your mom made us hot cocoa and your dad made fun of me for having glitter scraps in my pocket. I wanted us to snuggle together in your bed watching Home Alone. Maya, I want us to be a family.” That didn’t feel right. “I want us to be together.” There it was.

Maya let a tear fall down her face. She was so happy that Riley told the truth and so yet confused and overwhelmed. She swallowed her sobs. “I love you, Riley Matthews. And I am sorry I can’t give you the world like you’ve given me.”

The brunette girl tilt her head to the left, feeling butterflies. “You are my world.”

Maya blushed pink and she wiped her wet eyes and dripping nose with a pajama sleeve. “Okay.” She laughed, her cheeks and neck getting redder. She swallowed the rest of her negative feelings and walked over to the living room, beckoning Riley to follow. In the living room, she sniffed the mucus away and turned to Riley, eyes shut and gathering her sanity. She could not believe what she was about to do. “It went a little something like this…”

The blonde proceeded to act out her entire night as it had to do with herself, her mother and Shawn. She played every part with accents and mannerisms and Riley stood to the side, in awe and in love. Maya even reenacted the prayer she and Shawn sent out to her late (now) grandfather, Chet Hunter and all the children who couldn’t celebrate Christmas like them. As she got off the floor she looked to Riley, who was crying a loving cry. “And then…we all went to bed. And then you came over, you called me a waif–”


“–and you told me you love me.” Maya slowly approached Riley, chin up, and said slyly: “Lucas was out of town.”

Riley nodded, now caught in Maya’s eyes, lit by only Christmas lights.

“And I loved you, too,” Maya said softly, closing the gap between their bodies. “May I kiss you?”

“If you did it’d be the best time to be a Riley.”

She did.


Here are two covers I made for Adam Shaughnessy’s The Unbelievable FIB series (published by Algonquin). I loved reading the stories- they are full of adventure, heart, and both Norse and Russian mythology! I’ve also included my thumbnail sketches for both books- there was so much amazing imagery to choose from- very inspiring.

Book 1 is currently available as a hardcover (with a different cover) but both of these will be available later this year.

Thanks to Carla Weise and Laura Williams for their direction!