you dont realize how big Barry is until shit like this happens…
had to bite my knuckle when I realized he was towering over the goddamn fridge and the cabinets….

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you dont realize how big Barry is until shit like this happens…
had to bite my knuckle when I realized he was towering over the goddamn fridge and the cabinets….
Barry studies
7 minutes in heaven with bear that starts with him hauling you up onto the bathroom counter, crowding against you and kissing you slow and sloppy and deep and ends with him bending you over the counter, both still fully clothed, one big paw of his securing your wrists behind your back while the other keeps a firm hold at nape of your neck, biting and mouthing at your throat and shoulder, telling you to keep quiet lest they think you’re being mauled by a bear and you want to quip that you practically are, but the weight and heat of his cock makes your brain go fuzzy, and all you can do is whine low in your throat, desperately trying to arch back against him.
Some years ago, I read a comment on a gifset for the towel scene from Six (2017) where the commenter made fun of Barry Sloane visibly sucking in his gut/tensing his abs:
For contrast, his relaxed abs:
Everyone does this. Men are not immune to insecurity. Furthermore, body shaming is pervasive in the military.
That being said, I appreciate writing where the character's insecurity isn't always explained out loud but is instead apparent through behavior.
"Tell her her dress is pretty."
You were just an average babysitter. Nothing too grand-sure you loved kids, sure the parents paid nicely-but fucking hell, Joe Graves.
And Sarah-the cutest little thing ever! She's so sweet, little chatter box, sure, but it's cute, you think, hearing her rant about how cool her daddy is, and how he's got some of the coolest friends. When this happened, you just sat there, letting her talk-but one day, it happened in your front yard. So you played with her and her dolls-kinda. She forgot they were there and started waving her armsand hands around as she told a story that Joe told her, one about where had to swim in a big river. "Really, Sarah? Did you daddy say all of that?" "Yeah huh! Yea huh! He's so cool!" Sarah said, jumping up and down on her feet now. You giggled before saying, "Careful hunny. Dont wantcha falling now do we?" And Sarah shook her head. "Nuh uh. That would hurt...hey-Miss Y/n? Why don't you have a husband?"
you ch0oked on your spit. "Uhm-where'd you learn that word hunny?" "Daddy! He was talking his friends about you-" "And I told you not to eavesdrop anymore, Sarah." the gruff voice made the both of you jump. "Joe! Hi! Goodness, I didn't see you!" "I walked," he said simply. "I don't live far anyway. Besides, it's good for my health." You nodded your head, "True." Joe smiled at you, and you smiled back. Sarah huffed before saying, "Daddy! I was talking to Miss Y/n! And you said it's rude to inter-inner...I don't know!" Sarah pouted, crossing her arms over her chest in that cute little way only toddlers could. You laughed and said, "Sarah, calm down sweetie. I'm listening."
But Joe quirked a brow up. "You've never pouted like that before..." he grumbled to himself, watching Sarah go on her little taggant to you. He listening somewhat, but then looked at his wrist watch, "Sarah, sweetie. It's almost time for mom to pick you up." And Sarah pouted-again. "I don't wanna go to mom's! I wanna stay with Miss Y/n!" "Sarah...I'm being called in-you have to go to Lena's." "I'm not going!" Joe sighed and picked up his daughter. She started to fake cry. "Sarah! Enough! What the hell is wrong with you today?"
He felt bad for saying that to her, he knew it was probably a side affect of aging, but jeez...this was bad. You got up off the little picnic blanket and said, "I'm not going to tell you how to parent, Mister Graves...I'm just going to say, maybe it's because she sees how stressed and annoyed Lena makes you-maybe she's reluctant to go with her mother because of this." Huh. Good point-Sarah's was always a Daddy's girl. "Yeah-Yeah maybe..." but his daughter was (trying to and failing) glaring at him. "Sarah. Sweetie. We'll have a talk at home, okay?" Jeez-he already had to pull out the dad talk? ...Maybe Lena was right-Maybe he spent too much time at work and not enough at home.
"Say bye to Miss L/n." "Bye, Miss Y/n..." Sarah said sadly, waving to you even more so. You jutted your lower lip out before saying, "Well-here's the bag of toys she brought, Joe. Have a nice day!" Joe nodded and he took the bag, "Yeah-you too..."
but as he walked away, "Tell her her dress is pretty, Sarah," Joe said, smiling, "YOUR DRESS IT PRETTY MISS Y/NNNN!!!"
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bought the SIX novelisations for fever ~inspo~ and they're both trash but I'm kinda obsessed with this description of Bear
Bear looks good both coming and going. Built right.
Built to throw you around, we’ve seen that he can 😏
Barry made a post with these photos talking about mental health and his experience with alcoholism. I recommend reading it as he shares a little more about his life and his point of view. He also tells us that he has been sober for over 3 years now so we wanted to tell him that we are very happy and proud of him.
SOURCE: barry's instagram