#tdrr surfers

[geoffparty]

so fUCKING tired

Ummh zoom / tap on the pic for better quality :-)

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🌊hey guess what🌊

[boyfriendkissertd]

Dude? Dude!

Duuuuude....

[real-total-drama-takes]

the real reason the Surfers were kicked out and came back is because they wanted to do Last Tango in Bueno Aries and THEY KNEW THE GAY POWER WOULD BE TOO STRONG IF👏 THEY👏 TANGOED👏

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[tt-di1]

Who’s your favorite TD character?

Gwen, Cameron, Mike, Zoey. Individual, and as a group. Idc if it’s platonic or romantic, I need them as a group!

I know it's really weird to have specifically that group as favorites, but Gwen was always my favorite when I first watched the show, and naturally I fell in love with Camzoke's friendship when I watched ROTI. AllStars happened, I re-imagined Gwen and the trio dynamic, and bam

When I think about Gwen's personality, I mostly think about her performance in TDI. So I thought it would be fun to imagine three nice goofs who would slowly fit themselves into her life somehow.

I think she deserves the drama break from Courtney, Duncan and Heather (I like them as a group too still😇❤️)

Each season is different tho

TDI-Gwen

TDA-Duncan

TDWT-Heather/Alejandro

TDROTI- Camzoke

TDPI- Jasmine

TDRR - The surfers

TD23- Emma, Bowie and Wayne

[gothikaxenon]

TDRR Alternate Storyline (Fan Discussion)

In regards of the Total Drama Ridonculous Race storyline, there was an event in the show that upset many viewers.

The most upsetting scene (according to YouTube comments and polls) had to do with the Goths being unfairly booted from the competition in “El Bunny Supremo” due to being sabotaged by the Ice Dancers. 

An eliminated team was brought back in “Last Tango in Buenos Aires”. However, the creators of the the TD series decided to bring the Surfers back even though they were eliminated fair and square.

From my perspective and other viewers’, we believed the Goths should have been brought back instead of the Surfers because they were the only team that was wrongfully eliminated and were not treated the best either; despite being nice.

Some Total Drama fans have thought about what might have happened if the Goths were brought back, or never left the game in an alternate storyline.

Does anyone on Tumblr think Crimson and Ennui deserved to stay in the game more than Geoff and Brody?

Reply to, or reblog this post if you find it interesting.

[yulsbabymama]

Brody & Geoff coming back after Devin fell off the fucking cliff:

[dreamingorbeeing]

Just wow. I can´t. Thats such manipulating at high level. THE MIND GAMES ARE ON!!

[quebecssweethearts]

Just wow. I can´t. Thats such manipulating at high level. THE MIND GAMES ARE ON!

And if the plan worked whom would they have eliminated??? Surfers and Cadets who happend to be in the show for how long?

I wonder how that woul have changed the show...

[kjllerbass]

geoff: drinking water with a minty mouth is like the cold version of spicy.

sanders: this is a challenge. we are doing a CHALLENGE. shouldn’t you be thinking about other things?

brody: but is he wrong?

[asktheridonculousracers]

Geoff and Brody I want to give you two this *gives them a trainers kit with 6 pokeballs* its a trainers kit with six Pokemon at your command

Pokemon number 1: Raichu (Alola form) (its tail looks like a surf board)

Pokemon number 2: Exeggutor (Alola Form) (it looks like a palm tree but don’t touch the tail or you two will get whack)

Pokemon number 3: Bibarel (it reminds me of beavers on Total Drama Island)

Pokemon number 4: Pikachu (it has surfing skills as well)

Pokemon number 5: Mantine (they are used in the Alola Region for Mantine surfing)

Pokemon number 6: Ludicolo (it has rhythmic dance style) 

Geoff: “All right! These pokemon are awesome!”

Brody: “Yeah, dude!”

[gneurshkk]

DOUSE IT, DUDE! (REDRAW)

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CAN YOU GUYS PLEASE GO TO THIS VIDEO AND CREDIT ME IN THE COMMENTS BC THESE GUYS USED MY ART W/O DOING THAT

the time stamp is 2:48 (around there)

they also stole some other people’s art too so if you could backtrace and credit them as well that’d be dope

[sailorlovesong]

^Me af

The Rockers and Surfers applaud your efforts for the day.

[real-total-drama-takes]

Every time I think of the RR finale this is what I picture

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[ice-dancers-and-chill]

Consolation Prize

Summary: Jacques' super great plan to cheer up Josée after their TDRR loss.

Rating: K+

Warning: Mild cursing

AN: I've been meaning to write this for YEARS, but alas… a funny, evil hah-hah drabble. Wrote on Docs on mobile 😵‍💫

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Everyone cheered with congratulations as confetti and sparkles rained down onto the stage—everyone, except for the Ice Dancers. Jacques and Josée both sneered at the Cadets, who were living it up by throwing their newly acquired million dollars into the air to mix in with the confetti. 

Jacques hated them. He hated the Surfers. He hated Don. He hated all of the stupide, ugly people here. The only person here that he didn't hate, was Josée. His eyes drifted to the side to check on his partner again, but she was too busy glowering at the back of MacArthur's head to notice.

Stupide MacArthur who saved her life not even a day earlier. 

What did she want for it, a medal? It didn't matter that they would have been guaranteed fourth place without her help, it didn't matter that Josée could have… died, without her help. It was still a competition, and she didn't have any right to be all mad at Josée for playing the game as soon as the moment was over. 

Jacques huffed. Maybe he was just bitter. This whole damn race was a huge waste of time and a fantastic pain in the butt. He and Josee were so close to total reconciliation back in Montreal, and then they participated in this dumb race. They'd been pushed to their limits, had their absolute worst brought out, and fought with each other so much. And then that fiasco in the Bahamas… Ugh…

"Yes, throw all your money on the ground, very smart." Don chided the Cadets with a host-appropriately peppy side-comment. 

Jacques looked to Don, then back to the Cadets two rows ahead of them. Stupide pompous pigs, stupide…

His eyes settled lower, specifically onto the ground between the vegan Mile's sandal-clad feet in front of him. Along with the colorful confetti and some loose bills, a fairly thick clip of hundreds laid there innocently on the floor. Jacques eyebrows raised, mouth dipped low. 

Don just finished giving the season outro, and everyone yelled again, save for himself and Josée. No one was looking at him. No one was looking at anything besides the camera at the end of the stage.

Jacques did his best to not smile as he stepped his sneaker on top of the bills, a plan already forming in his bitter, handsome head.

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"Jacques, hurry up." Josée called back to him, but her voice had lost all of its bite. 

Jacques lugged their matching pink duffle bags, one on each arm, as he walked to keep up with her. They didn't have to wear their uniforms anymore, and the straps from their bags kept pulling at his undone jacket every few steps. He stopped at the end of the line beside Josée, and stuck his lip out in thought while he looked over her tired face. Even after a night to sleep off their loss in one of the JFK Memorial Airport's hotels, Josée still looked worn out. His poor Josée, he was sure she must have a lot on her mind.

"Mon chou, why don't you go and sit by the TSA booth? I'll get our tickets and luggage taken care of." Jacques offered sweetly.

Josée looked up at him questioningly, a little miffed by his relaxed attitude after such a horrible finish yesterday. But she turned her head to the very, very long line ahead of them, and figured there was no reason that both of them needed to suffer through it.

"Fine, sure." Josée answered, still annoyed sounding. 

Jacques watched her go with a sneaky smile. He felt a little bad for not letting her in on his plan—seeing as she was so put out—but the surprise would be worth it. He felt like he needed something big to boost her spirits, and a surprise like this was a great way to do it.

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"A'kay! All ready to go." Jacques smiled and offered her ticket to her. 

Josée took it from him and got up from her seat, trailing behind him as he walked them to TSA. As they waited in line, Josée looked over her ticket absent-mindedly, only to lose her bored expression to shock. Jacques did his best to look off, as though he hadn't been waiting for her to notice. 

"Jacques!" Josée yelled up at him, and he turned nonchalantly to her.

"What is the mat—"

"—You got us the wrong tickets!" Josée berated him, smacking the little paper against his arm. Honestly, was this so hard? Did she need to hover over him for even the simplest things? He knew she was in no mood for little screw-ups like this!

"I diiid?" Jacques asked, feigning ignorance. He took a look at his own ticket. "Ah! Sill-y me, I accidentally booked two first-class tickets for Honolulu!" 

Josée's mouth slumped to the side at his moronic grin.

"How do you even mess that up!" She steamed. "Go back over there and fix it, and make sure you get a refund! Do you know how much first-class tickets to Hawaii cost?"

"Ah, oui, I do." Jacques smiled at her smugly.

"...So go!!" Josée threw her arms to the side, in the direction of the ticket counter, but Jacques didn't make any movement to do as he was told. Josée felt like she was going to burst a blood vessel—was she going insane? He looked so damn smug, despite sounding dumber than a bag of bronze right now. 

Just when he was sure Josée might actually pop if he pushed her buttons any longer, Jacques raised his hands and patted Josée's shoulders, smoothing out her anger along with the fabric of her blouse.

"Ah ah, Josée! Not to worry, we are not paying for it." Jacques assured her. His smile morphed into something more mischievous when she shot him a confused squint.

"Those pigs are picking up the tab." He smirked, and pulled his jacket to the side just enough to reveal a neat clip of hundred dollar bills tucked into the inside pocket. 

Josée stared at the money in surprise, then back up to Jacques as he closed his jacket again. It took her a moment to realize what he was getting at, and she smiled apprehensively.

"Jacques…" Her smile grew a bit. "...where did you get that?"

"Ahh, I cannot remember!" Jacques replied, hand laid against his temple. "It was so confusing yesterday, you know, with everyone yelling, and them throwing their money all around…"

He winked at her and Josée squealed quietly. She threw her arms around his neck in a hug, and Jacques wrapped his arms across her back, his eyebrows bowed up contently. He hadn't heard her laugh at all since yesterday.

"Jacques, that is so underhanded!" Josée pulled back, smiling wide.

"Psh! They don't need it. They probably won't even notice." He rolled his eyes and set a hand onto her back as they walked to move with the line. "But we need a vacation, non?"

Josée looked up at him giddily, just like she had in Argentina. It felt like forever ago, for both of them.

"Oui, I think we do." Josée affirmed, and hugged onto his arm as… professionally as possible. 

Jacques beamed with pride.

They hadn't suffered so many losses so close together in years, and then placing third in the finale stung like bullet ant bites. But this was not ice dancing, and this was not for any medal or trophy, so he could convince himself (and then maybe Josée later) that these losses didn't matter. What mattered was that after all the losses and fighting and threats, that they were still together, side by side, arm-in-arm, and always would be. If Vancouver couldn't break them, nothing could.

He snuck a peak at Josée, who was still smiling brightly at nothing in particular. Jacques' lips curved up in admiration. Returning that smile to her face was worth more than the million ever would be.

(But a free trip to Honolulu wasn't bad, either.)

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AN: Hawaii was special to them, and now it's tainted by cursed lava rock memories. They need some new ones! ;)