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For @historical-hetalia-week day three: 1000-1500 A.D., prompt: ink

Do medieval monks dream of electronic writing devices? Pls click for better quality

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Live a Latte - Loki x Reader

Name: Live a Latte

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 1,393

A/N: Don’t worry, that horrible pun isn’t actually anywhere in the fic. Based on this imagine by @imaginestuffandthangs. Image above created by them as well. My requests are still open!!

Edited to add: Just so y’all know, both of the drinks in this fic are real! The mocha comes from a place called The Ugly Mug in Poughkeepsie NY, they use locally sourced spiced cayenne milk and it is to die for. The Lucky Charms Latte is from Rumours in Danbury CT and if you want a sweet dessert drink, it is to die for. ^^

Loki loathed existing in New York City. Fear, fear, and fear disguised as anger. He had known that humans were weak, but he truly hadn’t expect them to be this… boring. Even an act as simple as going to the grocery store required a level of surveillance that he had grown wary of immediately.

“You need to get out, Reindeer Games.” Loki grimaced as Tony Stark’s voice filled the room. Stark Tower, what was supposed to be his home, was somehow worse than anywhere else, with Tony’s JARVIS having access to the entire tower.

“Excuse me?” Loki snapped, not bothering to disguise his annoyance at the intrusion.

“Go out, meet a girl. At least get a coffee or something. Live a little.” Tony said through the intercom. Loki grit his teeth, taking slow deep breaths as he counted to ten.

“If I go… get a coffee, will you leave me alone?” He asked. His eyes were squeezed shut. He was imagining strolling up to Tony’s lab and punching him directly in the face. It was quite calming.

“Sure thing, Antlers.”

It was settled then. Anything for a shred of privacy. It might have wounded Loki’s pride if he’d had pride left to wound. So long as he was paying his debts, both to Asgard and to the city of New York, he would remain in Stark’s tower. The level of freedom that he was allowed was more than he would ever expect in Odin’s care, and so he endured.

Leaving Stark tower reminded Loki of why he had holed himself in his quarters in the first place. The city stank of fear and rebuilding. People avoided him on the sidewalk. A few people looked as if they may be so foolish as to strike a blow, but none were brave enough. It might have been better to use a glamour but on this, he refused to budge. If they wished for him to atone for his crimes, they would get him in all of his glory.

The coffee shop that actually made passable coffee was four blocks away, and almost always busy. When he got there, however, it was deserted save for the barista, leaning boredly over the countertop. Loki checked his watch, his eyebrows raising when he realized it was thirty minutes until close.

You perked up when he approached the counter, happy for anything to do. Your shift technically ended an hour after close, and if you were caught doing your closing duties early, you could get fired.

“Hi, what can I get you?” You asked, your eyes doing a quick sweep of the customer. Ah.

Loki saw it in your face, the recognition. He waited for what came next: The revulsion, the hatred, the fear. Instead, you kept smiling, waiting for his order.

He was at a loss. He had been expecting you to shy away or refuse to serve him. This was different. This was new. He hadn’t had to navigate a space where the person serving him wasn’t on the verge of kicking him out.

“I… am actually not sure.” He realized out loud, “Do you recommend anything?”

Your grinned broadened, if that were possible, and Loki found himself studying you. Who were you? You bore no direct resemblance to any of the SHIELD agents he had seen, so you weren’t desensitized to his presence that way. He didn’t recognize your face from anything. Why were you not afraid.

“Okay, there’s two things I’ve been dying to try. If you try ‘em both and let me know which is better, they’ll be on the house.” You offered gleefully. There was so much unfiltered joy in your eyes that Loki felt like he might choke on it. Rather than answer aloud, he merely gave a stony nod and you squealed in excitement.

“Sit right there. I’ll be over in a few.”

He sat at the table you specified and watched from a distance as you put together the drinks. You were completely alone in a coffee shop with Loki, son of Laufey, scourge of New York City, and you had squealed with joy. It was equal parts refreshing and confusing. He remembered what Tony told him to do before he left: live a little. He decided not to fret. Loki knew how to talk to a woman. If you weren’t afraid of him, perhaps that was a good thing.

When you joined Loki at the table you had indicated, he was perusing the little lending library set up just beside it. He frowned at yet another harlequin paperback novel description and returned the book to the shelf, wiping his hands on his pants as if he could wipe the romance residue off of them.

“I can’t believe your people read that drivel.” He grumbled, returning to his seat. You laughed, tossing your hair back.

“Most of us don’t. It’s mostly older women that I see with them, honestly. Everyone else knows how to use the internet for what they need.” You said with a shrug. Loki decided not to unpack that statement, feeling a sudden compelling need to wash his hands. You laughed at the way his face twisted in disgust, pushing the two drinks towards him.

“Here’s a distraction. This,” You indicated a broad round coffee cup with a layer of foam so thick that Loki suspected there might not be coffee underneath at all, “Is the lucky charms latte and that,” You indicated a taller, thinner mug with a dusting of red powder on top, “Is The Mexi-Mocha. Let me know what you think.”

Up close, Loki realized that you were aesthetically pleasing. He normally did not get the chance to look closely at mortal women other than the black widow, and he took the chance now. Looking at the way you grinned for him, he almost understood his brother’s missteps with his mortal. Almost.

Loki picked the one with the thick foam up, taking a careful sip. His eyes widened as the sugar hit his tongue, almost overwhelming in its concentrated intensity. The wash of bitter coffee came soon after, still sweet, but not as intense.

“What is in that?” Loki asked, his tongue flicking out to clear the foam from his lip. You found your eyes following the movement of his tongue before darting back up to his eyes. He was smiling, and you knew that you had been caught.

“Have you never had lucky charms? There’s marshmallows in the milk foam.” You studied Loki’s face for a moment, your jaw falling slack, “You’ve never had lucky charms! I guess they don’t really have breakfast cereal, wherever you came from.” You gestured vaguely and Loki shook his head in disbelief. The entire realm of Asgard, dismissed in a handwave. Amazing. You were amazing, in your own flippant way.

“Fine,” You said, sighing, “See if the other is more your speed.” You nudged the drink towards him and he eyed it suspiciously, glancing between the mug and your face. He worried that he might be faced with another onslaught of sugar, but when you looked at him like that he found that he was no longer coherent enough to articulate a no.

He lifted the drink, wincing as he brought it to his mouth to take a sip and oh. It was delectable. Dark chocolate, bitter coffee, a hint of sugar, the lightest dusting of cinnamon, and something that had a bite. He hummed quietly in pleasure before taking another sip.

“I should’ve known you wouldn’t like the sweet stuff. Want a to go cup? I’ve got to clean the place up, but I’m fine if you want to sit and sip.” Your voice was hesitant. At first, Loki thought that you were hinting that he should leave, but he realized… You wanted him to stay. You were full of surprises.

“I’ll stay, if it’s no added burden.” He said, taking another sip of his coffee before he could take it back. Your smile softened and you stood, removing the sugary abomination from the table.

“You’re no burden, I like your company.” You said it as if it were obvious. You liked his company. Loki pondered that as you made your way back behind the counter, dumping the rest of the Lucky Charms Latte down the sink. He thought that he might like your company too.

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On a Night Like This - Newt Scamander x Reader

Name: On a Night Like This

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Word Count: 1,220

A/N: Based on this imagine by @thefandomimagine. Reminder that requests are open, please send them in!!

Newt loved the way you laughed: high and clear, eyes closed, tossing your hair back from your face. It warmed his chest every time. Tonight, you laughed freely and often.

With you fingers curved delicately around a glass of firewhisky (Blishen’s, not Ogden’s, at your insistence), cheeks reddened by the alcohol and the nearby crackling fire, you looked completely at ease. After weeks of watching you stress about one thing or another, it was a welcome sight.

“Really, Newt, never?” You asked, leaning in close, eyes wide and bright and trained on him. He spluttered.

“Well, I—no.” He wasn’t sure how the two of you had ended up on this subject, “Why would anyone go skinny dipping in the black lake?” He wrinkled his nose at the thought, appalled that you seemed to believe that this was such a common phenomenon.

You laughed, taking a sip of your firewhisky. Merlin’s beard, that laugh. You were so radiant that Newt found he had to look away, lest you recognize the love in his eyes for what it was.

“It’s a tradition, Newt! You strip down, jump in, and try not to be the first one out.” You explained, grinning at the memory. He shook his head in disbelief.

“So, you’ve really done it, then? Skinny-dipped, I mean.” He asked. He couldn’t quite wrap his head around the concept.

“Yes.” You breathed, “It’s fun! You know what, come on.” You jumped to your feet, downing what was left in your glass. You coughed a bit as it burned its way down your throat, but your smile never felt.

“I—what? Where are we going?” He asked, glancing wildly around the campsite.

“We’re going skinny dipping.” You explained simply. You pulled him from his chair, and dragged him out to the small lake nearby. He stumbled after you, spluttering a half-formed excuse about why he couldn’t.  You turned, gazing up at him with a pleading look that he was too weak to say no to.

“Newt, please? It’s fun, I promise.”

“I—” His shoulders sagged, “Yes, yes, alright. But just for a bit.” He acquiesced and you squealed, pulling him into a tight hug. The contact lasted only a moment, but it burned through him. You were both tipsy, and he knew that getting naked with you was a horrible idea, but he had already agreed. Seeing you that happy, he might have agreed to anything.

With no fanfare, you started stripping off your various layers, smirking devilishly when Newt realized what you were doing and turned a vibrant shade of red. He quickly turned and started removing his clothing, carefully folding it and placing it within reach.

If he wasn’t going to peek, you wouldn’t either, but it would be a lie to say that you weren’t tempted. You had been traveling with Newt for half a year now, and you were beginning to think that he would never understand how you felt about him. Even just a chance to work off some of the frustration would be worth it.

Fully nude, you took a running start and jumped into the water, your splash interrupting the otherwise peaceful night. The water was cold, but the night was warm, and you swam back to somewhere that you could stand with your head out of the water.

Newt had slipped into the water when you jumped, and was now standing near you. You were up to your collarbones, but his upper chest was fully exposed, revealing a light dusting over ginger hair that was somehow more… masculine than you had expected. Oh. Somehow you had never realized that your lanky friend had put on muscle and he wore it quite well. You admired him in the moonlight, his blush still visible in the low light. Quite well indeed.

Newt had to admit, there was something exhilarating about being fully nude in the lake. He didn’t want to consider how much of that came from the fact that you, too, were fully nude, only a few feet away. You had submerged yourself fully when you jumped in the water and now you stood there looking at him, face turned up, hair dripping, looking every part the water nymph.

He took a shuddering breath, forcing himself to look away from you, lest he be tempted to move closer.

“You really did it!” You said, the disbelief clear in your voice. He heard the tell-tale sign of shifting water and froze as he realized that you were getting closer to him. You, completely naked were getting closer to him. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to picture what you might look like beneath the murky water.

Your touch on his arm was searing and he turned to you, sure that his face would betray everything. He swallowed.

“Yeah. Yes, I really did.” He said, still in awe of his own recklessness. You were… you and he was a fool to come here, to do this, with you. You smiled a sort of soft smile and he was prepared to lay everything that he was at your feet for a chance to kiss you. He murmured your name and you looked up at him, your gaze burning through him.

“Yeah, Newt?” You asked, instinctively stepping closer to him. You were in his space now, so close that he could feel the heat radiating off your body. If he leaned down, he could capture the drop of water sliding down your clavicle with his tongue. He pushed that thought away.

“I’d like—” He trailed off, the words dying somewhere in his throat. Perhaps he should have had more firewhisky.

“What would you like, Newt?” You asked. You reached out, tentatively planting on hand in the center of his chest. His breath hitched in his throat at the contact. With you in such close proximity, he couldn’t think—could barely breathe. He wanted, he wanted so much and he couldn’t tell if you were teasing him or not. He found courage in your coy smile and your steady grace. You were friends. If he bolluxed this up, he didn’t think that would change.

“I’d very much like to kiss you, if that’s alright.” He said, his voice low, unsure. You smiled at him again and everything else melted away.

“That’s more than alright, Newt. I’d very much like that too.”

He reached down to cup your face, your wet hair falling over the back of his hand and he leaned down, pressing a slow, sweet kiss to your lips. You left your hand on his chest, the other coming up to slide into the hair at the nape of his neck as you returned the kiss. It was tender and romantic and perfect, and when Newt pulled away, you pulled him down to kiss him again.

“I have wanted you to do that for so long.” You admitted, resting your head against his chest. Newt laughed, running a hand up your slippery back.

“No way.” He said, shaking his head. You just nodded, savoring the closeness.

Newt knew that the two of you would need to get out of the lake eventually, and that meant doing his best not to look at you naked, but for now he just appreciated how sodding lucky he had gotten.

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Jealousy - Cole x Reader

Name: Jealousy

Pairing: Cole x Reader

Word Count: 1,085

A/N: I happen to be up late and in a writing mood, so have another! It’s nearly 5am so please excuse any horrible grammar/spelling errors. (If I wrote room instead of wound, you can kill me irl though)

Reminder that prompts are open, and I write more than dragon age fic!!

Cole watched, as he always did, from a distance.

You were doing a small job, just running something from the kitchens to Cullen’s office on the cook’s orders. When you knocked on the door, the Commander looked at you as if you were a gift from the Maker. It didn’t matter that he was actually looking at the meat pie in your hand, Cole only saw the intensity of his gaze.

Something ice cold in the pit of his stomach, drawing him inward and pulling everything already inside of him down, down. A lump in his throat too hard to swallow past. Too much too fast.

He turned and left to find someone that he could help. He missed Cullen thanking you politely for the pie and closing the door immediately. He missed you simply returning to your job as if nothing had happened, because nothing had happened.

It became a pattern.

Someone would brush too close to you and Cole would feel something twisting in his gut. One of your friends would laugh too hard at a joke or get you to laugh too hard at a joke and he would burn, burn from the inside out. He would hear your name in passing and would trail the person to see what they were saying about you. It made no sense, but he could not stop it.

He took to avoiding you.

It was easy, at first. There were always people who needed to be helped, always pain to be relieved. The Inquisitor seemed to pick up on the fact that he was antsy and took him outside of Skyhold for days and weeks at a time.

Then, not so easy. The distance didn’t help. When he was away, he only thought of you. Thought of your smile, your laugh, your voice. He would endure the odd feelings if it meant that he did not have to give up being around you.

When he returned from his most recent trip with the Inquisitor, he informed her that he would need a break. She seemed surprised, as if she hadn’t thought him capable of wanting—or needing such a thing. She granted it anyway, giving him a small smile that meant she was hopeful for his progress on gaining humanity.

He cared little for that smile, and sought out yours. Of all the sorrows, your longing for him was the loudest. He had been avoiding you for too long and he could feel that it had affected you. He went to you, searching Skyhold until he found you sitting around a fire, passing a bottle back and forth with some other helpers.

“Oi, you’re a lightweight.” One of them teased, elbowing you in the side as you refused the bottle. The twisting feeling, along with something searing hot and tight in his chest. It came on so suddenly that he could not brace himself for the surge of feeling, but he bore it anyway. This for your presence, he reminded himself. This for you.

“Maybe so.” You said with a smile, “Either way, I don’t want to be hungover in the morning.” One of the other workers groaned, annoyed at your responsibility. Still, they did not pressure you to drink when the bottle came around your way again. One of them mumbled something and your leaned in to listen more closely.

“What was that?” You asked, furrowing your brow. The closeness did nothing for the tightness in Cole’s chest, but he continued watching anyway. He knew that he should make himself known, but you looked so content among your friends.

“You’re pretty with the fire like this.” The person said again. You laughed, shaking your head at them. You were close enough to the fire that the flush might be excused as a result of the heat, but Cole could feel that it was a response to the compliment. He stumbled forward against his will. That too hot feeling in his chest was a raging inferno now, his fingers trembling gently with some negative feeling that he wanted to push away.

His entire body screamed at him to grab you and to get away but he did not obey. That made no sense. You were having a good time. He would not take that from you.

“Cole?” The sound of his name on your lips was a balm to that feeling in his chest. Briefly, he forgot that he was feeling it at all.

You rushed to your feet and ran to him, throwing your arms around him. He could feel the joy in you as you buried your face in his neck. He had disappeared for so long too long, you had been so worried for him and were so glad that he was back. You took his hand and led him away from the fire, giving your friends a cursory wave that left Cole with an odd feeling of satisfaction.

“Are you alright?” You asked softly, seeing the tortured look on his face. He started to nod, to lie, but saw the look on your face and shook his head instead.

“I don’t… know this one.” He said, placing a hand on his chest. You tilted your head curiously, watching as he tried to puzzle out the emotion.

“Tell me about it.” You prompted gently, “I can help.”

“It’s when people get too close to you or look at you or make you laugh. White hot burning in my chest. Hot, too hot and tight. Can’t breathe until you look at me. Something in my throat keeping me from swallowing, driving me mad-“ He took a breath to continue his rant and you placed a calming hand on his arm.

“Cole, you’re jealous.” You explained. He frowned. Jealous. He had heard the term before, had witnessed people experiencing the feeling, but he had never thought that he might feel it for himself. You were different, somehow, and you made him feel things that he had never thought possible.

“I’m jealous.” He repeated, the words heavy on his tongue. You laughed, your brain connecting the dots. Cole had been jealous and so he had run from you.

“Cole, you have no reason to be jealous. I love you and only you.” You pulled him into a hug, peppering gentle kisses across his face.

He wasn’t sure how to handle the jealous feelings yet, but if they were a part of being with you, he was willing to figure that out.

“I love you too.”

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Empathy - Cole x Reader

Name: Empathy

Pairing: Cole x Reader

Word Count: 1,186

A/N: I’ve never written Cole before. This was fun to try!

Requests are open!

“He watches her when she laughs, the joke wasn’t to her but it was for her. Everything—anything for her smile.” Cole frowned as he watched the young recruit. He was making jokes to another soldier, but his eyes never left a healer. He found himself thinking of the new barmaid at the Herald’s Rest and that had never happened before.

People’s thoughts were their own, they were either about someone or they were not and this young recruit’s thoughts were certainly not about the new barmaid and if they were—Cole wasn’t sure how to finish that thought. His own tended to be more tenuous and less tangible than the other thoughts he could hear. He took one of the healer’s personal tools—engraved with her name—and slipped it in the young recruit’s pocket. He left them at that.

“Her chest aches but sweetly. He sees another but she sees happiness and that has to be enough.” Cole said, wincing. “She’s lying when he asks if she’s okay but—she wants it to be true.”

“Hey, uh, could you do that a little less loudly?” The Iron Bull asked, taking a long swig from his pint. He could tolerate the little spirit, but it was easier when he wasn’t being so… spirit-y.

“Oh, leave him be, Bull.” You chastised from your spot at the bar. You had befriended Cole in your first few days at Skyhold and you made a point of listening to him and talking to him.

Bull made a noncommittal noise and shuffled back to his usual corner, safe from Cole’s monologues.

“What does it mean?” Cole asked, turning to you suddenly. You started to ask him to elaborate but he held his hands up to the side of his head and frowned. “She wants him but she says she’s okay if he wants her, not her. She’s lying but she wants to be honest?”

You smiled sympathetically, looking past Cole to the pair of scouts sitting near the door. Poor girl.

“She loves him, Cole.” You said gently, already planning a way to get some sort of tart or drink to the girl without it being too obvious what it was for.

“Then why is she lying about him being with her? And why does she want it to be true?” Cole’s confusion made him sound panicked, and you found yourself reaching for his hand.

“Sometimes when you love someone, you just want them to be happy. It might still hurt that they’re with someone else, but that doesn’t mean you’d rather they be miserable than be with someone else.” You explained, patting his hand gently.

Cole frowned as he processed the information and you took the moment to consider your stock of tarts. You found one that looked sweet enough and carefully wrapped it in a bit of parchment. You didn’t have a quill on hand to leave a note, but you couldn’t risk the other scout seeing it anyway.

“Does the ache go away?” Cole asked, his gaze returning to the woman. You grimaced as you thought of how to address his question, pressing the wrapped tart and another, unwrapped tart into his hands.

“Sometimes.” You said honestly. Cole frowned, but nodded anyway. You watched as he stood and crossed the room. He leaned and murmured something to the hurting woman, passing her the wrapped tart before leaving the bar entirely. Moments later the woman was blinking, confused, at the tart in her hands. Her companion was none the wiser.

“The world is brighter having known her. Colors are not the same or perhaps she had just never noticed colors before this. The hummingbird in her chest awakens when she’s near and sleeps too much when she’s away.”

Cole turned away from Lace Harding to look at the woman she spoke of, the Inquisitor.

“Cole,” the Inquisitor teased, “We’ve talked about spilling people’s hearts for them.” She wasn’t angry, though Lace did look embarrassed. Lavellan leaned down and kissed the Dwarven woman, squeezing her quickly before gesturing for Cole to follow her. They did have a quest to fulfill, after all.

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The next time Cole wandered into the Herald’s Rest, he looked exhausted. You frowned and considered your selection of tarts, pulling the best-looking one for him as he took a seat at the bar.

“Are you alright?” You asked gently, placing the tart on a plate in front of him. He shook his head.

“They can remember me now.” He stated simply, glancing around the bar, “Then again, you could always remember me, couldn’t you?” He turned his gaze onto you, and you blushed under the intensity of it. You had come to care for Cole deeply. You might even call it a crush.

“I could.” You admitted, hoping that he could not read you well enough to know how you were feeling.

“Could you… explain something for me?” Cole asked, uneasy. It had been some time since he had come to you with feelings to parse, but you would never deny him this.

“Of course.” You responded seriously. A patron called out for a refill and you quickly poured another ale before turning your full attention back to Cole.

“I—Feel more things now than I did before. At least, I feel them more strongly than I feel other people’s things.” He started, his voice unsteady, ”Why is it that sometimes my heart races when I think about someone? I hear something lovely and I want to share it with her. I think about her even when she is not around. I should be helping others, but I want to find all the ways that I can make her smile.” The confession would be a thing of beauty if he did not sound so utterly vexed by his own emotions. You smiled softly, shaking your head.

“Cole, you’ve fallen in love.” You wondered who she was. There was the inquisitor, of course, but she was taken by Lace. You supposed it could be any number of people among the inquisition. When you looked back at Cole, he was frowning.

“Your heart aches but you’re pretending that it doesn’t. You’re happy that I’m feeling but you wish that it was for you.” Cole had only shared your own pain with you once, when you first met. Hearing him now telling you how you were feeling… You felt foolish.

“Cole, I—”

“You’d let yourself hurt if it would make me happy, but you wish that it didn’t have to hurt.” He stopped himself, staring at you with those wide eyes of him. He said your name softly and you swallowed, waiting for him to say something, anything. “It’s you. She’s you. I mean… My feelings are for you.” He managed. His words were clumsy now that he was not describing feelings directly, but that didn’t change the impact it had on you.

“I… want to be the one to make you smile.” He settled on finally. You licked your dry lips and nodded, unable to contain your smile.

“I want to be that for you too.”

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Цветная диета. Худеть интересно

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3️⃣ день. Зеленый Зеленые продукты снижают негативное воздействие ультрафиолетовых лучей и регулируют уровень холестерина в крови. Этот день посвящен только овощам и фруктам, что способствует активному похудению. ШпинатЩавельЛистовой салатПряная зеленьБрокколиБрюссельская капустаОгурецКиви

4️⃣ день. Оранжевый Благодаря высокому содержанию каротина нормализуется обмен веществ, улучшается зрение. Заметно повышается физическая выносливость, поддерживается здоровое состояние сердечно-сосудистой системы. МорковьТыкваКрасная рыбаПапайяМангоХурмаОблепихаАбрикосПерсик

5️⃣ день. Фиолетовый Фиолетовые продукты предотвращают преждевременное старение, улучшают память, способствуют стабилизации уровня сахара в крови. Удивительное дело, но даже морковь не всегда была оранжевой. Она гордо носила фиолетовую окраску, пока голландские селекционеры не провели серию экспериментов в 17 веке. БаклажанКраснокачанная капустаСиний виноградФиолетовый базиликСливаЧерная смородинаЕжевика

6️⃣ день. Желтый Согласно восточной философии, желтый цвет символизирует пользу. Не только для организма в целом, но и для души. Богатый состав плодов и злаков способствует укреплению здоровья, возбуждает аппетит, очищает кишечник. Высокое содержание витамина С повышает настроение, активизирует работу эндокринных желез, а также является мощным антиоксидантом. АнанасЖелтый сладкий перецКабачокЖелтое яблокоКукурузаЗрелый сырМедЯичный желток

7️⃣ день. Прозрачный День отдыха и разгрузки. Можно пить только негазированную воду. Регулярное однодневное голодание - полезно. Улучшается обмен веществ, налаживается работа пищеварительной системы. Суточный перерыв в приеме пищи омолаживает организм на три месяца!

Противопоказания: ⛔ Хронические заболевания в период обострения ⛔ Повышенная кислотность желудка ⛔ Заболевания ЖКТ ⛔ Сахарный диабет ⛔ Аллергия

Большой выбор продуктов поможет сбалансировать рацион и позволит питаться качественно всю неделю. Очищение организма от шлаков и токсинов станет отличным бонусом цветной диеты. Помните, что здоровье это не состояние, а процесс из ежедневных действий. Знакомьтесь с увлекательным миром питания вместе с нашей рубрикой “Диеты”! Наш канал на ЯндексДзен. Read the full article

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Низкокалорийная диета. Ешь и худей

Сбалансированная низкокалорийная диета является одним из самых эффективных способов снижения веса. Она представляет собой план питания, для которого большое значение играет суточная калорийность. Грамотно составленный рацион поможет избавиться от 2 до 5 килограммов лишнего веса за неделю. При этом дневная норма потребления будет составлять 1300 калорий. Основные принципы: ✔️ Снижение энергетической ценности происходит посредством исключения быстрых углеводов и жиров ✔️ Отдавайте предпочтение белковым продуктам ✔️ Дробное питание, 5 - 6 приемов в сутки ✔️ Употребляйте достаточное количество воды, в зависимости от своей массы тела ✔️ Заключительный прием пищи не позднее, чем за 3 часа до сна ✔️ Сократите количество соли ✔️ Откажитесь от алкоголя и напитков с высоким содержанием сахара

Низкокалорийная диета. Меню на 7 дней

1️⃣ день 🕖 Завтрак: - 150 грамм перловой каши на воде - Зеленый чай без сахара 🕙 Перекус: - Нежирный йогурт 🕐 Обед: - Овощной бульон, 200 мл - 150 грамм нежирной рыбы на пару 🕓 Полдник: - Стакан томатного сока 🕖 Ужин: - 150 грамм отварной индейки - Салат из свежих овощей, 200 грамм - Стакан минеральной воды

2️⃣ день 🕖 Завтрак: - Вареное куриное яйцо - 2 куска отрубного хлеба - Зеленый чай без сахара 🕙 Перекус: - Цитрусовый вкус или зеленое яблоко 🕐 Обед: - 200 грамм овощного супа из чечевицы - Отварная курица, 150 грамм 🕓 Полдник: - 150 грамм обезжиренного творога 🕖 Ужин: - Запеченная рыба нежирных сортов - Салат из свежих овощей Все в пропорции 200 грамм

3️⃣ день 🕖 Завтрак: - 200 грамм гречневой каши - Чай с лимоном, без сахара 🕙 Перекус: - 200 мл кефира - Цельнозерновой хлебец 🕐 Обед: - Борщ на овощном бульоне, 250 мл - 150 грамм отварной телятины 🕓 Полдник: - Грейпфрут или апельсин 🕖 Ужин: - 200 грамм рыбы, приготовленной на пару - Один клубень варенного картофеля

4️⃣ день 🕖 Завтрак: - Вареное куриное яйцо - 1 кусок тоста - Стакан компота из сухофруктов 🕙 Перекус: - 150 мл обезжиренного йогурта 🕐 Обед: - Суп из овощей, 250 мл - 200 грамм отварного куриного филе 🕓 Полдник: - Горсть ежевики, клюквы или смородины 🕖 Ужин: - 150 грамм овощного рагу с фасолью - Стакан кефира

5️⃣ день 🕖 Завтрак: - 150 грамм пшенной каши, без добавления масла и сахара - Стакан свежевыжатого яблочного или апельсинового сока 🕙 Перекус: - Персик или груша 🕐 Обед: - 200 грамм варенной телятины - Салат из капусты, 100 грамм - Зеленый чай без сахара 🕓 Полдник: - Горсть сухофруктов 🕖 Ужин: - 150 грамм нежирного творога - Персик, яблоко или груша

6️⃣ день 🕖 Завтрак: - 150 грамм перловой каши на воде - Зеленый чай без сахара 🕙 Перекус: - Нежирный йогурт 🕐 Обед: - Овощной бульон, 200 мл - 150 грамм нежирной рыбы на пару 🕓 Полдник: - Стакан томатного сока 🕖 Ужин: - 150 грамм отварной индейки - Салат из свежих овощей, 200 грамм - Стакан минеральной воды

7️⃣ день 🕖 Завтрак: - Вареное куриное яйцо - 2 куска отрубного хлеба - Зеленый чай без сахара 🕙 Перекус: - Цитрусовый вкус или зеленое яблоко 🕐 Обед: - 200 грамм овощного супа из чечевицы - Отварная курица, 150 грамм 🕓 Полдник: - 150 грамм обезжиренного творога 🕖 Ужин: - Запеченная рыба нежирных сортов - Салат из свежих овощей Все в пропорции 200 грамм

Меню можно составить самостоятельно, исходя из своих предпочтений, ориентируясь на основные принципы и списки рекомендованных продуктов:

Низкокалорийная диета. Противопоказания: ⛔ Период беременности и грудного вскармливания Про правильное питание во время беременности вы можете прочитать здесь ⛔ Период обострения хронических заболеваний ⛔ Нарушения работы ЖКТ Достигнув желаемых результатов, не забывайте поддерживать форму. Правильный выход из диеты не менее важен, чем ее соблюдение. Постепенно добавляйте 150-200 калорий каждые две недели. Ваше терпение будет вознаграждено закреплением результата на долгое время. В противном случае, есть риск набрать сброшенные килограммы. Знакомьтесь с увлекательным миром питания вместе с нашей рубрикой “Диеты”! Наш канал на ЯндексДзен. Read the full article

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Финская диета. Путь к стройному телу

Финская диета была разработана по поручению правительства одноименной страны около 40 лет назад. Тогда Финляндия занимала лидирующие позиции по количеству жителей с избыточной массой тела. Местные диетологи популяризировали эту диету, которая помогла большому количеству людей сбросить лишние килограммы. Сегодня это проверенный временем и не утративший своей актуальности эффективный способ похудения.

В зависимости от исходных данных и особенностей организма, за неделю можно сбросить от 2 до 4 лишних килограммов. При этом суточная норма потребления составит 1200 калорий. Финская диета. Основные принципы: ✔️ Необходимо дробное питание, минимум 3 приема пищи в день ✔️ Рекомендованы физические нагрузки и активный образ жизни ✔️ Исключите из рациона животные жиры ✔️ Соблюдайте питьевой режим

Финская диета. Меню на 7 дней

1️⃣ день 🕖 Завтрак: - Гречневая каша - Стакан молока 🕐 Обед: - Грибной суп - 20 грамм сыра с кусочком цельнозернового хлеба - Зеленый чай 🕖 Ужин: - Салат из свеклы со сметаной, 200 грамм - 2 штуки отварного картофеля

2️⃣ день 🕖 Завтрак: - Овсяная каша - Стакан кефира 🕐 Обед: - 250 грамм рыбы на пару - Овощной салат 🕖 Ужин: - Салат из капусты - Яйцо - Стакан молока

3️⃣ день 🕖 Завтрак: - Бутерброд из цельнозернового хлеба с сыром - Кофе без сахара 🕐 Обед: - Рыбный суп - Яблочный фреш 🕖 Ужин: - 200 грамм картофельного пюре - Котлета на пару - Стакан кефира

4️⃣ день 🕖 Завтрак: - 2 гренки - Зеленый чай 🕐 Обед: - Суп с куриной грудкой и брокколи - Апельсин 🕖 Ужин - Овощной салат - 100 грамм риса - Стакан кефира

5️⃣ день 🕖 Завтрак: - 150 грамм обезжиренного йогурта - Яблоко 🕐 Обед: - Овощной суп - Куриная котлета 🕖 Ужин: - 200 грамм фруктового салата

6️⃣ день 🕖 Завтрак: - 200 грамм гречневой каши - Стакан молока 🕐 Обед: - Суп-пюре гороховый - Зеленый чай 🕖 Ужин: - 200 грамм овощного салата - 100 грамм риса

7️⃣ день 🕖 Завтрак: - Овсянка, приготовленная на молоке - Смузи из черной смородины 🕐 Обед: - Суп с фрикадельками и рисом - Кофе без сахара 🕖 Ужин: - 200 грамм запеченной куриной грудки - 100 грамм картофельного пюре - Стакан кефира

Меню можно составить самостоятельно, исходя из своих предпочтений, ориентируясь на основные принципы диеты и списки рекомендованных продуктов:

Противопоказания: ⛔ Период беременности и грудного вскармливания Про правильное питание во время беременности вы можете прочитать здесь ⛔ Обострение хронических заболеваний ⛔ Заболевания ЖКТ Осуществлять выход из финской диеты нужно плавно, постепенно вводя в рацион новые продукты, особенно высококалорийные. Ограничьте употребление сладких и мучных продуктов, тогда новая фигура будет радовать вас как можно дольше. Знакомьтесь с увлекательным миром питания вместе с нашей рубрикой “Диеты”! Наш канал на ЯндексДзен. Read the full article