#[ but wanted to rebagel at least once before doing so ]

[fletchfeathers]

hi hello i received the bat signal from @danniiiyyyl but i had too much to say to fit in a Regular Reply lmao so i hope you don't mind a rebagel! i've dropped my ramblings under a cut just to not clutter folks' dashes too much bc it got Long, but if any fellow transmascs following me wanna chime in gopher it

disclaimer right out the gate that it's been a WHILE since i've done a full-time bind; lockdown really kicked the habit when i wasn't going into an office and being perceived by the general public every day lmao so y'know take this with as much salt as you feel appropriate.

otherwise though i'm just gonna go through and answer your questions as best i can!

Am I supposed to measure myself bare chested?

yep! measuring for a binder is similar to measuring for a bra fitting. you want to be sure you're getting as accurate a size as possible, especially since you say you're looking to bind full-time (or near enough); if you're on the cusp between sizes, go up a size rather than down - which might sound counter-intuitive but trust me, your chest and spine will thank you later. it'll also help your binder last longer since going down a size means you might wind up stretching it out and making it lose its effectiveness a lot quicker.

Are there any brands that I should absolutely steer clear of?

SO gc2b used to be really good, and the binders i have are gc2b ones from a few years ago and have served me well; however i have heard that in recent times their quality has really deteriorated as they've started cutting corners to meet demand, so if you do swing for a gc2b binder you may have better luck trying to get one second-hand if you can. i also don't know that i'd recommend them as far as your next question - they'd be fine if you were just looking for something more occasional but probably wouldn't stand up to wearing them all day every day, at least not without some wear and tear pretty quick.

i'm not sure where you're based, but if you're in the UK i hear on the grapevine that Spectrum are a good option! i haven't tried them personally but i've seen enough people say they're good to at least point you in their direction. if you're not UK-based, i actually hear underworks have really stepped up their game, so they may be worth looking into! again, haven't tried 'em myself, but they're probably where i'd start looking at the very least if you're not in the UK!

Which brands, if any, would be safe to wear for my full work day (8-9hrs)?

this is kiiiind of a tough one, because it's not so much like ... unsafe, it's just that there's potential for a lot of discomfort (short- and long-term) if you're not careful about making sure you've got the right size and such. i would tend not to recommend wearing one for that long without a break if you can help it, and that is from experience from some very sore ribs/back muscles from binding 9 hours a day 5 days a week minimum without a break.

i do fully get though that it's not always feasible to find time to take it off (or at least like, roll it up past your chest a lil bit) so i suppose my recommendation here is just making sure you're taking it off as soon as you get home, and definitely not wearing it to sleep or for any strenuous activities or anything like that (also guilty as charged lmao, do not follow in my footsteps i make these mistakes so you don't have to)

i would also suggest, if the dysphoria allows (bc dysphoria is a bitch and doesn't always, i feel your fuckin pain) - once you have one don't jump straight into wearing it full-time. if you can, wear it for like, an hour at first before taking it off, then two, then three etc. just to get used to it and make sure it's gonna be comfy during those longer stints at work - better to find out it sucks after 2 hours and be in a position to take it off easily than be like, 2 hours into a workday and being stuck with it for another 6-7 hours.

Do any brands specifically account for variances in shape/position of breast tissue? I have never been able to find bras that fit my shape 100% correctly, so this factor is a bit important to me.

so binders work differently from bras, obviously, in that they're more about compression than supporting your chest, so it's gonna be one of those trial-and-error things starting out, a little bit - binders don't take shape really into account, so you'll kind of have to adjust yourself to where it feels the most comfy to begin with.

it takes a bit of patience and practice starting out but the best way i've found is pushing your breasts sort of out to the sides, to around where they would naturally fall when you're lying flat on your back; that usually gives me, at least, both the best compression and the most comfort. your mileage may vary but that's hopefully as good a starting point as any!

also, as far as like, styles starting out: i like the half-tank ones that only cover your chest rather than going all the way down over your stomach (don't worry, the compression on the full-length ones is still only at your chest; the bit that goes over your stomach is stretchy but still tight to the skin) because the full length ones can ride up during the day and feel weird, they're easier to ~adjust if you need, and obvs they're a lot cooler in the summer lmao. it's very much a personal preference thing though! i'd maybe go for a full-length one if you have a Larger chest, just to make sure everything is Contained (sorry i know that's not the most ideal way to put it but i am running out of word steam LMAO). cons of the half-tanks are also i've found they stretch out/lose their compression quicker than the full-tank counterparts, so if that longevity is important then it's worth keeping in mind.

also don't tumble dry them - machine washing is fine ofc but make sure you're air-drying them as tumble drying will also nuke that compression material real quick in my experience.

OKAY now that i've written you a novel i hope any of my rambling is useful, and feel free to hmu any time if you have any more questions or anything!! if i can't help i can at least try and point you towards people/places that can!

and good luck, godspeed, you got this <3

My fellow transmascs i NEED your help. I have gotta start binding because this dysphoria has HANDS but I have so many questions. Every online resource is dogshit and I can’t get answers so if you can help with any of this, please do:

Are there any brands that I should absolutely steer clear of?

Which brands, if any, would be safe to wear for my full work day (8-9hrs)?

Do any brands specifically account for variances in shape/position of breast tissue? I have never been able to find bras that fit my shape 100% correctly, so this factor is a bit important to me.

Am I supposed to measure myself bare chested?

[transbionic-shieldmaiden]

a really long post about my stupid HRT adventure

cw medical stuff, tumors.

context: there was a post about getting on HRT that I read but I decided this was too personal to go in a reblog. donut rebagel, but feel free to reply.

ohhhh man, so like obviously i’m glad other people have had a better time than I when it comes to getting on hrt but i really gotta rant about the issues i had, because I had a hell of a time getting it DESPITE NOT ACTUALLY RUNNING INTO GATEKEEPING. so, story time:

this got long, so have a read more.

So I have executive dysfunction, which I cannot recommend. For me at least it comes in a package deal with a bunch of plasticbrains things I’m very much a fan of (stims! hyperfocus! being trans!), but I’d still very much like to not deal with it. And I also have social anxiety. Which overall is not a great combination of issues for dealing with the medical system.

Case in point: figuring out I’m trans was the catalyst for getting me to actually seek therapy (at MIT medical, which -- sidenote -- is free for students and I can’t recommend them highly enough), but what this actually meant was I took basically an entire semester to make the phone call to get an appointment, which was scheduled for a month after the call*. So far so great.

Anyway, as my therapy continued I kept coming in and complaining about dysphoria and being like “man i wish i could start hrt! but i won’t, because that involves talking to strangers :(” and eventually my therapist was like “so like. regular medical, which can prescribe hrt, is literally one floor below us. i can walk you down and schedule an appointment right now.”

and i was like “uhhhh wait i didn’t actually want my problem solved that means i have to talk to strangers!!!” but like obviously this was the social anxiety talking because i did actually want hrt. so my therapist walked me down to medical and i scheduled an appointment with the one Trans Doctor (tee-em) at MIT medical (like seriously this woman is as far as I can tell the PCP for like half of MIT’s trans population, we stan).

so the way this worked out is I needed three appointments: one intake appointment which was largely informational, one appointment with a physical checkup and a blood draw, and finally an appointment once the blood draw results came in. So I went in to the firs appointment, scheduled the second once it was done, and then MIT medical stole my blood.

And when that appointment was done I...didn’t schedule the third.

Cue several months passing due to executive dysfunction and social anxiety.

So I finally get myself together enough to schedule the last appointment, and I go in...and it turns out I have abnormally low testosterone. And I was all ready to be like “Oh no...isn’t that a shame...how terrible...” but the problem is, low testosterone in conjunction with my other blood metrics...was possibly a sign of a brain tumor.

That sounds worse than it actually is -- the brain tumor in question would’ve been benign, so it wouldn’t have been cancer. It does occasionally lead to blindness however, and low testosterone from said tumor would obviously not be very visible once I was taking spironolactone. So we needed to make sure I didn’t have a tumor before we could proceed with HRT. I was sent to take another blood test, optimized for the time of day when testosterone levels peak, and was therefore in the strange situation of being a trans woman hoping for high testosterone levels on a blood test.

Alas, it seems I was truly too trans for my own good, for it turns out the second test was even lower than the first.

This meant I had to go in for another blood test, and I had to get an MRI. And of course remember that every appointment I make here means 3-5 weeks depending on scheduling, all while I’m engaging in the standard MIT pastime of drowning in psets. Which is not fun when you’re depressed from dysphoria, let me tell you.

The MRI rolls around and it’s in this area of the Boston metro area Where The T Dares Not Go. There’s a bus stop near the clinic, but I have only been on an MBTA bus once and I really didn’t want to miss my appointment. So I hop in a lyft and soon it’s time for me to go in the Big Science Tube.

So here’s the thing about the Big Science Tube. It’s loud, it’s cramped, and in my case at least you get pumped with Contrast Juice which like goes in your brain or something? idk i’m not an MRI tech. I actually found it to be a not entirely unpleasant experience, because it sort of feels like you’re in a cryosleep chamber or something and I’m a huge nerd. But it’s also...massively disorienting. You can’t move, your vision is limited to the inside surface of a white cylinder, the whole thing is making Noise and vibrating, there’s the Contrast Juice sloshing in your brain...Oh, and at least in my case they let me listen to satellite radio while i was vibing in the science tube. Thing is, I don’t generally like radio music, since I tend to like individual songs more than genres, so I picked the jazz station. I figured this would ensure fairly enjoyable music the whole time, instead of a weird roller-coaster of songs I like, songs I hate, and songs I haven’t heard (the vast majority).

While I stand by this analysis in general, I do not recommend jazz as the soundtrack to the big science tube.

All this is to say that by the time I got out, I was extremely out of it and loopy. Oh, I also forgot to mention: I did not sleep well the night before. My sleep schedule is a mess at the best of times, and I was very nervous. So I am...completely off the shits by this point, not to mention extremely hungry and thirsty. They tell you to drink a lot to flush the Contrast Juice from your system, so that works out OK. In theory.

I get out, stand by the bus station for a bit, and conclude the bus isn’t coming. I walk across the street to a McDonalds, figuring I could really use some food and liquid. Which was correct.

...Except the bus came and went while I was in there, and looking at the schedule on my phone revealed I’d have to wait another half an hour for another.

This is where I make a terrible mistake. I look at my map, see that Harvard...isn’t too far from where I am, and Harvard has a T station! Perfect! So I, completely loopy from the MRI, still dehydrated because I haven’t gotten nearly enough liquids from McDonalds, decide to WALK TO HARVARD. It was a 30 minute walk, through unfamiliar territory, and I cannot stress this enough: I. Was. Off. The. Shits.

So I walk to Harvard using my phone’s GPS and whatever brain cells were not full of Contrast Juice, somehow managing to navigate through this random neighborhood and over the bridge without getting too lost or getting hit by a car. As I reach Harvard, I realize that this is a bad place for me to be in my current mental state: it’s bustling, full of standard college craziness; i think there was a guy in a chocolate bar costume which I could not process at the time. Oh, and I’ve never been to the Harvard T station so in my condition I struggle to find it. And when I do get there...well, here’s the thing about the Harvard T station: It’s huge. There’s several floors of underground bus terminals and an absolute warren of tunnels. Perfectly navigable, if you’re sober or know the area.

I am of course none of these things.

Still, somehow I find my way to the train, but that wasn’t even the end of my problems! Because, you see, my dorm is twenty minutes from the nearest T stop! So even once I get back to MIT I still have lots of walking to do. I don’t remember how I got back at that point; I think it involved a lot of drinking fountains.

Anyway, I guess this was supposed to be about me getting HRT? So it takes a while for the MRI results to get back, but it turns out I don’t have a tumor. However, in the meantime my parents have been pushing for me to freeze some sperm cells, so that I can have kids someday. Here’s the thing: I do not want kids. I do not expect to ever want kids. And if that changes, I’d be quite happy to adopt kids. But my parents are offering to pay for it, and the risk-averse part of my brain is like “oh...maybe i should do it...just in case???”

It takes me a month to actually call a fertility clinic. In the meantime, I am struggling in my classes; dysphoria is not conducive to educational success. It was not a good time to be me, let’s just put it that way. Finally, I make the call, and uhhhh it turns out sperm freezing is really expensive? And you have to go in for an intake appointment...then do some tests...and then...

So at this point I say, fuck it! And I get on HRT the next week. In total it took me like...a year to get on HRT, depending on how you count it? And all this without anyone actually gatekeeping me on being an Invalid Trans or whatever. But it’s all good, because now I’m far happier and more together than I ever thought I can be. The moral of this story is: HRT good, executive dysfunction bad, and don’t wander through Harvard while completely off the shits from MRI aftereffects.

*this is the one issue with MIT medical; their services are great but also in high demand. the system is a bit better once you actually get into it though.

[nossbean]

I was tagged by @sarahoftarth, @ajoblotofjunk, & @cytarabi for two different versions of this meme but! they’re substantively pretty much the same, so doing the most recent XD thanks so much for tagging me❣️

Rules: Answer 21 19 questions and tag 21 19 people you would like to get to know better!

Nickname? karlsbean is probably the most common atm, but also k, kepps, kells. my sister and i call each other ‘twu fwen pearl’ or 🌿⚪️ Someone referred to me as noss once on here which was new and cute too 🥰

Real name? Kelly 

Zodiac? Gemini. 

Favorite musicians or groups? In no particular order: Dessa, Janelle Monae, The Decemberists, Vienna Teng. Of these, though, I probs feel the strongest about Dessa 💕💞💖(so maybe there was a slight order there but shh)

Favorite sports teams? Ahh hmm... I am vaguely interested in watching swim races? So I’ll say not a team but a general favouritism to all the swimmers out there, whether pro or just for funsies ✌️

Other blogs? Not anymore! Oh, actually, if it counts, I v, v occasionally write for a local feminist non-profit’s blog.

Do I get asks? Rarely, but I am always open to them and love each one <3!

How many blogs do I follow? 161

Tumblr crushes? Platonically several!

Lucky numbers? Erm, none particularly.

What am I wearing? I am pottering around in an off-white tank top and green-blue plaid pj bottoms

Dream vacation? Oh boy. Well. Probably one of those open plane tickets, all-expenses paid, and like a four-month stretch where I could go to all the places in Europe that I didn’t make it to when I was more conveniently located to do so, then hop around the rest of the world from there. Wrap things up with a chill week or so somewhere with waves and sand and sunshine and then curl up at home for another week or two to recover. And as we’re talking dreams, I also echo sdw’s sentiments about everyone being properly compensated for their labour in any and all locations for any and all work they’re doing, pls and thx. ideally also with fancy things like paid sick leave, and a proper number of holiday days, and reasonable working hours.

Dream car? Welp. I spent too long thinking about this one and deleted a tl;dr answer to narrow it down to: maybe a sports coupe? Something agile and fun to drive!

Favourite food? hot carb with melted dairy. << this was @ajoblotofjunk‘s answer but honestly I am right there too.

Drink of choice? I mostly drink mango juice mixed with water because I never grew out of my juice phase. Also love a cold, blended coffee though, and collect tea like it’s my job.

Instruments? ... voice? Not that I’m particularly good, but I can’t play anything else and I sing all the time.

Languages? English, with a bit of high school Japanese. By rights, I should know French, as I was taught it between grades 2 and 10, but to demonstrate my shameful lack, a story! I spent a month on exchange in Germany as a teen and my host family once asked me to read the French side of my Canadian passport. When I finished they were all staring at me blankly, before finally my host brother said, with the unerring and inoffensive directness only a German can manage, “Why are you so bad at French?”

Celebrity crushes? my blog... reveals me... NCW is by far and away my most rebageled bloke. I’m also celebrity!crushing on Oscar Isaac, Pedro Pascal, Gemma Chan & Tessa Thompson atm.

Random facts? Through a strange series of events, I was once invited by Norwegian Eurovision winners, Bobbysocks!, to come to Norway and they’d show me around. They were very cool and very political in all the best ways and I remain bummed that I lost their contact before I could take them up on the offer.

So 19 people is so many people and honestly it intimidates me lmao so here’s half that which feels more reasonable and less intimidating! @theopensea, @amuserobin, @brynnmck, @firesign23, @djeli-beybi, @beesreadbooks, @anniegetyourbubblegum, @klingofff, @kurikaesu-haru, @wildlingoftarth & anyone else who wants to play! honestly, i want to get to know you too, so consider yourself tagged! and pls tag me so I can find your answers <3!

[celsidebottom]

70. Gingerbread for renora? (sorry I rebageled this and didn't send you anything very rude lol)

From this post - still accepting prompts (probably through the holidays)!

Ren hummed a smalltune under his breath as he pulled two trays of gingerbread cookies from theoven and set them down to cool.  He putthe finishing touches on his frosting and turned back, ready to call for Norato come help him decorate, but he stopped in his tracks.  

All of thegingerbread heads were missing.

“Nora?”  He called knowingly.

Attempting to beinconspicuous, Nora peeked around the corner and quickly wiped a few crumbsaway before smiling innocently.  

“Yeeeeees?”  She asked, a twinkle in her eye.

He rolled hiseyes, the faintest smile on his lips.  “Idon’t suppose you know what happened to all the gingerbread heads?”

Nora saunteredinto the room and examined the horrific gingerbread slaughter.  “No!  Whocould do such a thing!  Those poorginger-hunters and ginger-huntresses!”

“Of course.  Well, headless or otherwise, we should getdecorating if we want these to be done for the party this evening with theother teams.”

“Sprinkles?”

Ren sighed andchuckled all in one.  “I’ve got thefrosting, you can handle the sprinkles.”

“Success!”

The duo sat at thetable and began decorating the decapitated gingerbread people.  Ren carefully piped the designs with avariety of colors and swirls and, once he was done, handed the cookie to Norafor her to add the final flourishes with an excessive amount of sparklingsprinkles.  For each gingerbread personthat was placed on the tray for the party that evening, one was immediatelyconsumed the moment it reached Nora’s station.

“I hope we’ll haveenough for everybody,” Nora remarked as she chewed on yet another cookie.  

“Why do you thinkI made two trays?”  Ren smiled.  “I knew at least half of them wouldn’t makeit past decorating.”

Nora leanedagainst his side and teased, “You’re so smart.  I knew there was a reason I kept you around.”

“And for my bakingskills, I presume.”

“Duh!  Don’t suppose you could make some gingerbreadpancakes while we’re at it?”

“Coming right up.”

[buchananbarnes1991]

How my Sergeant Barnes/Winter Soldier/ Post Hydra fell in love with Steve-- HC  [The In-depth  back story]

There's key points in Bucky and Steve's friendship and thus their possibility of a romantic relationship. How I see it. Some of it is canon and some of it that I've added in to fill in some plot holes. This is going to be a very long post but it is something I have been meaning to write for a while. Sorry in advance to anyone that is permanently mobile. heh.... ENJOY!

[Remember, this is all how I see it. I do not speak for all muns of Bucky Barnes that write the stucky ship threads. This is just my Bucky. :3]

--Domi

Intro: In 1917, Bucky was born in Romania, lived there until he was eight. His father died in the war and his mother got scared of what would happen to her son's future. His mother remarried and moved to the states. 

First key point: Bucky ended up moving in next door to this young five year old blond haired, blue eyed boy named Steven Grant Rogers. [I like the idea of the three year age gap between them as it adds to Bucky being more protective of the Brooklyn punk, so Steve Rogers was born in 1920 unless a mun wants him born in 1918.]  He quickly felt protective of the younger boy and did what he could to earn his trust despite knowing very little to almost no English. The two of them began to teach one another how to speak each other's languages. Bucky learned English and exchange, he taught Steve Romanian. Which is why Bucky passes so well as being American born and doesn’t have a Romanian accent as an adult unless he speaks in Romanian.  He always looked out for the skinny punk from Brooklyn. Did his best to keep him out of trouble and keep bullies away from him. He fell in love with Steve the same year that Sarah passed away. Though he never felt it was safe to tell Steve as the time they grew up in, society found Homosexuality to be sinful and Bucky didn’t want to risk putting himself nor Steve in harm/being left to rot in jail/put to a death sentence. [1938] Their bond grew stronger. That was also within the same months that Bucky was drafted/Enlisted for the army. He didn't want to leave his family and best friend behind. But he knew he needed to protect those that he held close in his heart. So he swallowed his worries and attended boot camp training after white lying on his Enlistment [or draft] form about his nationality and birth place. Since he passed so well as American born thanks to Steve.  Second key point:  The year [1943 to early 1944] he spent in Hydra's prisoner camp with his fellow troops. He made a mistake as a Sergeant leader and his unit [the 107th] got captured and a lot of them killed. He was stubborn for while until he got sickly and that is when Hydra began experimenting on him.  He didn't know what was going on. He felt it was a dream almost when Steve pulled him from the unstable mind sweeper/possible genetic chemical injector that he had been strapped into. Steve was back in his life again. Steve was there, alive, for some reason Taller and stronger but still always confident.  As Hydra's camp was exploding and burning down. He was terrified while crossing the support beam that gave out under his feet once he got to the other side. He refused to leave his bestfriend and desired love interest behind. He would rather die than lose him at that point.  Third key point: Still protecting Steve on the train mission. He closed that door to keep Steve from having to deal with Enemies on both sides. [Obviously the train explosion and him falling to what he believed what would have been his death wasn't in the plan.]  He regretted closing that door as soon as he was holding on to the broken train edge.  Forth Key point: As the Winter Soldier [Named Cyron Oaza in my verse]. His mission is to kill Steve. But he can't bring himself to.  He could have easily killed him but hearing the pain and the prepared emotion to give up his life in the blond stranger's voice pulled that young long forgotten Sergeant back into his head.  He couldn't understand why he suddenly felt something for a man he didn't know other than his target. This is why he pulled him from the river and made sure he was alive before he rejected going back to Hydra.  Fifth key point: Going to the museum. He learned about who he used to be. James Buchanan Barnes. Sergeant Barnes. That cocky, overly confident man that Cyron/Winter Soldier was brain washed into hating. He also learned about Steven Grant Rogers. Bucky's best friend. Train jumping and taking sketchy flights that had weak metal detectors to Romania to hide from Hydra. One day he learns he has been framed for a mass murder bombing. He doesn't understand ,-- [he knows he wasn’t responsible for the bombing in Vienna. He was just paying his rent the day it had happened.] --  quickly retreating to his apartment to quite possibly move places again as his tiny shitty apartment was NOT his first free living place.  There's a man in his apartment. Captain America. Steve...He doesn't understand why or how he had found.. but he hears him out. Being informed that the German government is planning to capture him and not alive. Bucky/Cyron protects Steve yet again because he's remembering bits and pieces of the past.  Even if he didn’t want to admit to it in the apartment before the police had broken in. He was afraid to admit he could remember him. Worried that Steve would be ashamed of him even if the Winter Soldier wasn’t something he could control about himself.  The pain of the past. He’s not Bucky Barnes anymore, at least not the Bucky the world knew. As well, he’s not The Winter Soldier anymore. [Why I created Cyron Oaza. As I can see him not wanting to exactly be associated with the past because to him that means if he is Bucky, he made a good man do a lot of terrible things.]  Sixth Key Point: Trusting Steve after he is out of the Winter Soldier mind set that Zemo forced him into while he was being interrogated. A majority of his memories are back while some are still fuzzy. He remembers his bestfriend. The good times, the bad times, their strong bond. He’s himself again [in a way, still in that limo mental state of being somewhere between his old self and his assassin self.] Despite his mind still being a wreck.  He agrees to help take down the remaining Winter Soldiers in Slovakia and hopefully Zemo as well. Once Tony Stark hears and sees the tape from 1991--He’s terrified. Not only for his own safety as he regrets the past he couldn’t control but also Steve’s safety. Which is why he fights back. In an attempt to keep his bestfriend [Whom he just got back several hours ago] Alive. Fighting on Steve’s side, against Tony Stark until he ends up at the point of defeat when Tony blasts his bionic arm off. [Which was extremely painful to him,-- as in the apartment building battle when he stops himself from falling down the stairwell, grabbing the railing, he lets out a gutteral groan/yelp. His bionic arm is connected to his body, his muscles and nerves.-- but due to shock he doesn’t feel it right away. Silently in pain on the ground as he mentally accepts that it could very well be the end for him. Why he doesn’t get up to fight anymore.]

Bonus key points in regarding Wakandan Bucky which is still an AU verse to me as I personally do not feel comfortable portraying him yet because I don’t have enough of his personality to accurately write him.  1. He agrees to go under Cryogenic freeze as he doesn’t want to hurt anyone anymore. 2. When he is unfrozen, he has connections to Steve via skype calls and Steve visiting. [I think this is where they finally confess feelings for each other.] 3. Bucky’s mind is fixed up through Spiritual healing and time spent with Shuri.[The turning point where he is comfortable with being called Bucky Barnes again.] 4.He still loves science and Technology. 5. He’s taken on the name of White Wolf, the Wakandan children nick-named him and he accepts it as his new alias.  6. The reasoning behind the hug being so subtle/short is that Bucky and Steve wouldn’t be the type to blast their relationship out there for everyone to see. It’s personal to them. [More than likely, those that live in Wakanda know about it but have agreed to keep their romance a secret.] 7. He’s not shocked by the fact that another fight has to happen. He doesn’t exactly know how to feel about his new Vibranium arm that is detachable but knows he needs it and does become fond over the few hours he has it.  8. he loves Wakanda and considers it his home away from home, aka Brooklyn, New York. 

Well that was an incredibly long post. xDD I hope that those who ship with me read this. Also just those whom want to understand more of Bucky’s mind regarding his friendship and possible relationship with Steven. Please do not steal or [filters the next word purposely] rebagel this :P

Much love!! <3