Suchandra Sarkar

We must be on somethin' Snowy. People don't kill you just for sightseeing.

[another-her-archive-deactivated]

So I just learned that on the night the Titanic sank one of the ships that answered its SOS calls, the Olympics, and headed to its rescue was commanded by a certain.. Captain Haddock.

So now I'm totally not picturing a fairly young captain Archibald Haddock, maybe during one of his first expeditions ever, receiving an SOS from the freaking Titanic itself and trying to come to the rescue as fast as he can and years later this discussion pops up randomly while he's taking with Tintin before the fire of the chimney in Marlinspike.

Tintin: "So Captain, anything funny happened during your days out in the sea?"

Haddock:"Well, nothing as exciting as your blistering adventures, lad. I've seen a few places, seen some dolphins, commanded one ship that tried rescuing the Titanic-"

Tintin: "..."

Tintin: "You WHAT?!"

[baby-facedassassin]

Okay now WHAT THE FU-?!

Okay so i just went through the internet and it is indeed true the Captain's name was Herbert James Haddock and he was the first Captain of RMS Titanic before Edward J Smith. And at the time of the Sinking of The Titanic Capt. Haddock was the Captain of RMS Olympics

[baby-facedassassin]

Day 1 of 30 days challenge❤ #paintingoftheday #paintingchallenge #watercolour #30daychallenge https://www.instagram.com/p/Cjm2tMFp7EO/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[dragonsarecool]

Whumptober Day 4 - Hidden Injury

Four: Hidden Injury

A/N: Set a few weeks after ‘Explorers on the Moon’

“Are you sure you’re not coming, Captain?” Tintin finished tying his shoelaces, gazing up at his friend. “It really is a great market! Some of the stall food is to die for-”

“No thank you! I’ve had enough of traipsing around for a while,” Haddock flipped over the page in his newspaper, his gaze firmly focused on the words in front of him.

Tintin let out an exasperated sigh. “Captain, it’s been four weeks since we came back from the moon. You can’t stay at Marlinspike forever-”

“Are you sure about that?! I think going to the moon made me realise why I hate travelling - because we somehow almost always get killed! So, no thank you, lad!” The Captain ruffled his newspaper for emphasis. “I’m going to stay on my couch and enjoy my country air.”

“There is air at the market as well, Captain, and plenty of it,” Tintin smirked. “But if you’re sure-”

“Believe me, Tintin, I am sure! I am not budging from this seat! And nothing is going to make me change my mind!”

Throwing his hands up in mock surrender, Tintin nodded and opened the front door. “Just make sure to look after Snowy while I’m gone, okay?”

“Of course, Tintin!” Haddock lowered his newspaper to look at the young man. “But why isn’t he going with you?”

“As I told you yesterday, Captain,” Tintin buttoned up the front of his coat, “it’s a pet-free market. Besides, I think he’s rather comfortable where he is, wouldn’t you agree?”

The Captain scowled as he looked below his newspaper. Snowy had taken up residence on his lap almost as soon as he’d sat down for his morning coffee, and was now currently engaged in licking his tail clean. “Er…yes, well, t-that’s another reason I’m not going-”

“Goodbye, Captain! I’ll be back for dinner!” Tintin pulled the front door closed, his laughter muffled through the glass.

Haddock shook his head fondly as he gave Snowy a brief scratch behind the ears. “I’d rather you were a cat, but at least you’re clean.”

Leaning back into the couch, the Captain resumed his examination of the newspaper, enjoying the faint sounds of morning birdsong. Why Tintin had decided to make a trip to Brussels this early in the morning for a market, of all things, was beyond him. Regardless, he was glad the younger man still maintained a thirst for travelling, even if was only a local day trip.

Haddock glanced over at the clock. It was just after eight AM, and the sunlight streaming through the front windows was already quite bright. He lowered his gaze to Snowy, who had progressed to licking his unmentionables, and Haddock instantly regretted looking. “You, my friend, have nine hours to get off my lap and do yer business elsewhere.”

Snowy grunted in reply, and continued his morning hygiene.

*******

Luckily, for Haddock’s sanity, Snowy had indeed removed himself from his lap. Granted, he would’ve let the faithful dog stay longer if were not for the protests of his bladder.

And besides, he needed that lunchtime whiskey.

While the Captain was aware that Tintin did occasionally get distracted while he was out, he’d come to admire the young man’s sense of punctuality. On the other hand, however, the lad also had an unfortunate habit of being kidnapped while running his daily errands. The last time it had happened, Tintin hadn’t returned until well after midnight, and had in fact fainted outside the front door.

So when the clock struck nine that evening and there had been no phone calls from Tintin, the gnawing pit of worry in his stomach continued to fester. Haddock perched himself in the front living room, sipping a bottle of whiskey in the hopes it would calm his nerves. Snowy had seemed to sense his distress, for the pup had taken up residence on a cushion next to Haddock.

Despite being incredibly worried, the dull patter of the rain on the windowpanes was enough to send Haddock into a light doze. Snowy, however, remained vigilantly fixated on the front door, his tail wagging with impatience.

The clock ticked over to ten thirty, the faint chime ringing through the empty hall.

As if on cue, the front door squeaked as it slowly opened, causing Snowy to let out a bark as he jumped off the couch and ran to greet his master.

Haddock shot up, pretending as if he’d never fallen asleep. “Blistering barnacles, Tintin, you know how to give an old man a fright!”

But when he finished rubbing his eyes and saw the state of the young man who collapsed through the doorway, his mouth quickly fell open. Haddock threw himself off the couch and sprinted to his friend, his concern mounting every second.

Snowy was barking furiously at a semi-conscious Tintin, who was struggling to lift his head off the ground. The young man was absolutely drenched, his thick brown coat having turned several shades darker as it was plastered to his skin. A giant bruise was forming on his left cheek, and Haddock noticed he was sporting an impressive, albeit very swollen black eye. His upper lip seemed to be split, a trail of blood creeping down his mouth and onto his sweater.

What worried the Captain the most, however, was the suspicious stain on Tintin’s sweater that he was wrapping his arms around.

It took Haddock a few attempts to force his mouth to work. “Tintin! Blistering barnacles, what the hell happened?!”

“…Captain, I-” Tintin grimaced. “…I’m s-sorry I’m late…”

If Tintin hadn’t looked like a walking corpse, Haddock thought he would’ve laughed. He grabbed the young man by the shoulders and held him upright, quickly realising that despite the multiple layers of clothing, Tintin was shivering. “Thundering typhoons, lad, I couldn’t care what time you walk through the door! But what on Earth happened?!”

“…I-It’s nothing, Captain…” Tintin gasped, seemingly unable to focus.. “…J-Just a disagreement, o-only a couple of punches—”

“A disagreement?! Lad, you look as though you got thrown off a roof!” Haddock placed his palm against Tintin’s forehead, biting his lip in worry. “And yer developin’ a fever already! Lad, you were only gone for a few hours!”

The fact that Tintin didn’t laugh was immediately a cause for concern. The reporter weakly went to wipe his mouth on his sleeve, only for his arm to fall limply at his side.

Haddock watched in horror as Tintin’s eyes rolled backwards, his battered body falling through Haddock’s arms onto the carpet.

“NESTOR!” The Captain bellowed, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. “Nestor, call a doctor!”

The faithful butler came flying down the grand staircase, still carrying his feather duster from the evening chores. His eyes widened at the sight of a bloodied and beaten Tintin lying in his master’s arms, and instantly sprinted towards the nearest telephone.

Haddock wrapped one of Tintin’s arms around his shoulders, ignoring the searing pain that appeared in his spine as he tried to hoist the young man off the ground. Snowy continued to bark at his master’s feet, which made navigating the unconscious man to the couch without stepping on the loyal animal a challenge.

The Captain groaned as he lowered Tintin onto the couch, placing a pillow behind his head. In the light of the living room he could better see the young man’s injuries, and his stomach churned as he realised there was much more blood on Tintin’s face than he first realised. He felt along the side of the younger man’s neck, wincing at the lump his fingers danced across. Don’t tell me he’s going to have another concussion…

Tintin suddenly stirred, a small groan escaping his lips. He began to squirm on the couch until Haddock gently pinned his arms down, shushing him. “You’re alright, lad, you’re at Marlinspike.”

“…Cap..tain?” Tintin’s voice was small, and it made the Captain remember how young the lad actually was. “…Hurts…”

“I know, lad, it looks sore. But Nestor’s just called a doctor, so you’re going to be alright,” Haddock kept his voice calm as he grasped Tintin’s hand tightly. His eyes were once again drawn to a suspicious patch on Tintin’s sweater, which seemed to be growing at an alarming rate. “Tintin, lad, you need to let me take a look at this-”

“No…hurts!…” Tintin croaked as a fresh wave of pain wracked his body. He weakly went to cross his arms across his stomach, only to let out a strangled cry as he passed out again.

Sighing deeply, the Captain gingerly raised the younger man’s sweater. He nearly retched at the sight of Tintin’s flesh, which was decorated with various shades of blue and brown bruising; Haddock had seen enough injuries in his time to know Tintin almost certainly had internal bleeding. A deep gash ran from the base of the young man’s sternum to his navel, exposing the layers of skin that Haddock couldn’t pronounce.

“Oh, lad…” Haddock muttered. He sprung up and dashed to the kitchen, snatching the first clean tea towel he could find. Tintin stirred as he pressed forcefully to slow the bleeding, weakly pulling himself away from Haddock.

“Shush, lad,” Haddock felt sick as he heard the tea towel squeak as it absorbed the young man’s blood. “It’ll be alright, Tintin, we’ve just got to keep on top of this, ay?”

As a mercy to both of them, Tintin passed out for the third and seemingly final time, his shivering body growing still. Haddock had sat there with his finger firmly pressed against Tintin’s neck until the doctor charged through the front door, desperately willing the boy’s weak pulse to keep going. Come on, lad, don’t you die on my couch…

****

“…Captain?”

Haddock startled awake, dropping the magazine he’d stolen from the hospital waiting room. He blinked furiously, his vision clearing to reveal a groggy, bloodied but alive Tintin in the bed in front of him. Bags of fluid and antibiotics hung above his bed, connecting to an intravenous port in his hand. A thick bandage was wrapped around the young man’s head, and Haddock was pleased to see that the swelling in Tintin’s left eye had gone down significantly. “Oh, lad…God be praised…”

“Captain?” Tintin’s voice was hoarse. “What…happened?”

“You don’t remember?” Haddock sighed. He’d forgotten the doctors had said Tintin did indeed have yet another concussion. It’s a wonder this boy doesn’t have brain damage. “Not surprising, lad, given what you’ve been through. Let me put it this way: next time you come home after bein’ beaten half to death, lad, make sure you give me a list of yer injuries before we go to the hospital, alright?”

Despite the pain it caused him, Tintin let out a soft chuckle. “I’ll do my best, Captain.”

“And for God’s sake, stop coming home with gashes spurtin’ everywhere! Nestor spent ages cleaning the front doorstep!”

Haddock had intended it to be humorous, but was disturbed to find a dark expression settling on Tintin’s face. “…You alright, lad?”

“The knife,” Tintin spoke quietly, his hands resting to his stomach “…I remember the knife. He-”

“You’re lucky he didn’t do more damage to you, lad,” Haddock interrupted. “You’re also damn lucky I noticed it bleedin’ through your clothes! The doctors said they had to do lots of internal-”

“He was aiming for my heart,” Tintin whispered. He took in a shaky breath and stared at the ceiling. “…H-He was aiming for my heart, Captain…H-he didn’t have very good aim…”

Tintin trailed off and the two men fell into silence, each unsure how to respond to the other.

They knew this wouldn’t be the last time this happened, but for the moment, they were glad it hadn’t ended differently.

[baby-facedassassin]

Hits differently...💔 thinking about making a comic for this one

[carlisle-wheeling-deactivated20]

This is the funniest shit ever and it caught me so off guard when I was listening to the radio drama

[baby-facedassassin]

Da faq🤣🤣

[26labrd]

the adventures of tintin (1991) ↳  tintin + outfits

[baby-facedassassin]

Fashion finesse

[thenewadventuresoftintin]

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[backtomyfirstfandom]

We Know Tintin Is a Reckless Bastard, but Why Is He Like That?

Writing shit because my computer is being fixed.

So, I wanted to talk about a topic that isn't being discussed enough by the Tintin (and haddotin) fandom: Tintin's self-destructive behaviour.

This (young) man works as a reporter and lives in a flat in which he barely stays because he's always busy travelling around the world, following any kind of danger that occurs as if he was willingly submitting to his danger kink.

We had multiple occasions to learn about the fact that he's totally reckless and gets shot at, shots back, gets into fights, gets kidnapped, threatened and so on, only to then get out of the situation (whatever it is) nonchalantly.

All the fans seems to agree on the fact that he's probably been like this since he was a child: he was probably the type of kid to come hom with skinned knees and bloody knuckles after beating the shit out of kids who made fun of him for his red hair (just to bring a scenario into this). He is athletic and knows how to move on roofs, ships, planes and around dangerous people, meaning that he for sure has put himself into so many situations to basically being able to improvise the right behaviour at the right moment.

He's also able to do shit like this:

So, where does all of this come from?

My first guess, as a psychology student that can't help but analysing any character at this point, was that growing up he barely had something certain in his life.

I don't necessarily mean that his family was poor (you're free to think about it the way you want, but I personally Headcanon Tintin's family as belonging in the middle class of society), but what I had in mind was something uncertain coming from the emotional sphere of a family: he might come from a dysfunctional family in which either the parents kept fighting on a regular basis, or the love of his parents towards him was measured basing on his success and worth at their eyes (or also both scenarios); Tintin is a person that values his worth basing on his success or failure a lot, and it's a taught behaviour.

(This can be seen in the scene of Haddock's emotional speech).

Also, before he met Haddock he went on adventures with Milou and Milou only (Snowy); he's always had friends, but has never established a strong relationship with them: he's afraid of rejection and avoids it by not establishing strong connections with other human beings; his adventures are being used as a way to forget the fact that he's alone and that everyone will leave him in the end.

So does all of the danger that occurs to him: danger gives adrenaline to the body, which prevents the brain from thinking about anything that's not what is happening at the moment.

Basically, if Haddock has whiskey, Tintin has danger.

In a very dark view of the entire issue, danger can be seen as a way of seeking indirect suicide: every sane person with a bit of self-preservation instinct would stay away from all of those problems, but Tintin is a person that looks for self-destruction but just can't destroy himself with his own hands. He needs an external help.

Then, it came WWI (following Headcanons he should have been ten or something when war started).

Together with the dysfunctional family theory, war brought Tintin into a state of mind in which he needs to be cool in any situation otherwise he loses (or dies). This is the main reason why he's unable to lose his shit in front of danger or problems, because one wrong move or one sign of weakness by himself and he has lost.

It's something that in dysfunctional families occurs pretty often (anything can be used against you) and war isn't soft with humans.

He's also probably very uncomfortable with his own emotions as well; he shows anger, irritation and curiousity, but we've rarely seen him scared or in panic. He looks like he always knows how to solve the situation. He probably has lots of fears and phobias we know nothing about (I'll advance an Headcanon about a fear of dark, sudden sounds and occasionally fire) because he bottles everything up.

Tintin for sure has attachment issues and anxiety, because the only very close friends he has are Milou, Haddock and Chang (with Dupont and Dupond he's got a formal relationship more than anything else).

But why do these friendships work for him?

Milou: he's a dog and Tintin doesn't need to worry about his judgement;

Haddock: Tintin might have been worried about being abandoned after their first adventure together, but as Haddock kept accompanying him, he grew less and less worried about it;

Chang: they see eachother rarely and Tintin doesn't really have to worry about his judgement.

I forgot the point of this post.

In general, Tintin is pretty reckless due to trying to escape the belief that everyone will leave him behind at some point, or would stop loving him if he makes mistakes (which brought him to always try and be the best in every situation).

But he's also very curious: you can literally see his eyes light up with wonder when he learns about something new, and his curiosity is what gets him in all of those situations as well (for example, he learns about the Unicorn because he's curious about it).

That's it, I think. That's it.

[baby-facedassassin]

This is so true. The way this is analysed is purely mind blowing. And I think some of them are actually relatable. Yes, he suffers from anxiety that his friends will one day leave him. Yes, he is reckless. But tackles everything smoothly.I always wondered that being a human why doesn't he show any signs of fear? Everyone has one but he doesn't that's not possible but after I understood that he's calm and immovable like a mountain. He knows one wrong move, one weakness and everything's lost.

That is the reason he never shows fear. Like in The Prisoners of the Sun when Tintin and Captain were in prison waiting to be executed, in general any person in their shoes would freak out or shit their pants like Captain but Tintin was unbelievably calm and it's unusual for any person and the thing is he doesn't believe in luck. He believes in karma! And somehow he got a piece of paper where the news about Solar eclipse is written and he carved their escape easily. I mean he does this in every adventure. There are many situations where he dodges death and still remains calm. He doesn't let others show his vulnerability. He even keeps his identity a secret(Tintin is not his real name, and it's probably better to not to know his real name because that the first mystery) he himself is a mystery.He has got a curiosity of a cat, he's hungry to know more about anything and everything, they way his whole face light up when he sees or learns something new.That's the reason he's a renowned journalist/reporter.THE HUNGER TO KNOW MORE. Though he tough from outside , he's much much very much soft-hearted. That what makes me love him even more.

[thenewadventuresoftintin]

By Nami

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[greatsnakestintin]

villain, about snowy: stupid dog

tintin:

[baby-facedassassin]

RUN

[candycoatedemoboy]

tintin when anyone writes his name wrong

that's not my name by the ting tings plays in the distance

[baby-facedassassin]

Yep, my friends write Tin Tin. And my only reply is "THAT'S NOT HIS FUCKING NAME. WRITE IT CORRECTLY OR BE KILLED!" And they're legit scared to write Tintin's name again. 😭

[benevolenterrancy]

he’s just a reporter! a little lad!

[expired-elixir]

Lad

[baby-facedassassin]

I ain't gonna say anything. Tintin was my crush for last 9 years... This just changes everything

I WANNA MARRY HIM

[baby-facedassassin]

Bumblebee🐝 We 2000 and 90s kids know who this cute and bubbly yet ferocious robot is. I thought "Why not sketch something which will take me back to my childhood? " So, I walked down the memory lane and bought Bumblebee "Back to Life" (sorry for the pun).. I hope you like it❤ Love you all. #bumblebee #transformers #pencilsketch #fanart #fanarts https://www.instagram.com/p/CajwEGlFLP4/?utm_medium=tumblr

[another-her-archive-deactivated]

Okay so u know how haddock gave some money to carreidas before he leaned he was actually rich headcanon he does that fairly often like just sneaks money to people in need or like of he sees a single mom trying to pay for groceries he would step in and pay that sort of thing

That actually made my evening thank you!! 🥺🥺

[baby-facedassassin]

This made my evening❤

[baby-facedassassin]

Day 1 of practicing watercolour till I master it. Well, tbh, I didn't expect it to turn out like this but I'll live with this for the time being❤ #art #painting #watercolorpainting https://www.instagram.com/p/CWaz8WHPxGZ/?utm_medium=tumblr

[baby-facedassassin]

Tintin, human rights and politics

An upsurge of interest in Tintin, the cartoon boy reporter who was the creation of Belgian artist Hergé (1907-1983), has accompanied the rel

I know this is going to enrage some of my followers. But I saw the recent post by @tintin-official and I really thought about it. But always remember,

"your enjoyment of the work does not change the very real responses marginalized people rightly feel in seeing herges offensive beliefs spread around without critique. " -@tintin-official

[fuegofuerte]

Captain Haddock nick(pet)names to Tintin