#The Flash 788

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The Flash #788 Review

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Writer: Jeremy Adams Art: Fernando Pasarin, Matt Ryan, Matt Herms, Rob Leigh, and Taurin Clarke Publisher: DC Comics Price:$4.99 Release Date: November 15th, 2022 When Gregory Wolfe wins the mayor ship of Central City, he implements a radical agenda to instill order…including deputizing the Rogues to enforce the law and ridding the city of its well-known vigilante—the Flash! Let’s dive into this…

[ainxis]

I've been scrolling through Jeremy Adams twitter when I saw this:

Which good to know honestly since I was like 90% sure it was Sam and James. Because trickster looks a bit oldish for Axel and I'm not sure if Evan even appeared in the current continuity before but it kinda makes more sense this way characterisation wise. So the more you know I guess.

[satorusfelicity]

recollections ⋆｡𖦹°‧★

gojo x fem!reader

word count: 788

a/n: decided to practice my writing (bc I honestly suck at it) by writing fanfics!

“Can’t you stay a little longer?” Satoru asks, although he already knows the answer. He always knew the both of you would end up here sooner or later; you did too, and so did everyone else. After all, life was only fair to its favorites.

“You know I can’t.” Your voice is low, barely above a whisper, glossy eyes trying to meet his, but he doesn’t dare to meet your face.

The people around you two are too busy having other places to be to notice the young lovers under a sign that leaves people like them with hollow, empty hearts.

“We’ll see each other again,” you promise, your thumb dancing around his wrist, trying to cheer him up. However, the white-haired sorcerer shows no hint of comfort from the action.

“And when would that be?” he asks, tears brimming in his eyes. He knew they'd end up like this. He saw this coming. But he was not the slightest bit prepared.

Maybe he was being selfish, Satoru thought. Because although you had a pain-stricken face, he also knows you need this; he knows that you two have to part ways. You’re selfish too, he deems in his head, dragging him along all these months knowing the outcome. Maybe if he wrote you as the villain in his novel, it’d hurt less.

You laugh as if it would help brighten the mood. Grabbing his face with both of your hands, you softly say, “It’ll be okay, 'Toru.”

And he nods, not having it in himself to say anything else. Thankfully, the universe decides to go easy on him as his lover takes this as her cue to leave.

Time has passed since he last saw you. Your voice is nothing more than an echo in his mind, and your smile, one he once knew all too well, still flashes in his head now and then.    

Everything seems to pass so quickly around him, but it’s as if his legs are frozen; he can't go anywhere else, forced to relive moments in his life he longs to forget. 

Maybe, he says to himself, maybe the universe isn’t going easy on me after all. 

His mind recalls the glances he stole before you two started dating and the awkward yet warming first couple of dates that happened not long after. Of course, in order to ask you out, he had to confess first. A chuckle almost leaves his lips as the projector in his head replays the moment you laughed after he confessed his feelings and how his body froze, realizing he was naive for thinking that you’d reciprocate his feelings. At that time, he didn’t know you laughed because you found his nervousness endearing. He knows this now because of the countless nights spent in your apartment, ordering takeout instead of reserving a table at the new five-star restaurant he promised to take you to one day. He’d take in the way your lips parted as his predictions played out on the screen in front of you two, only for his laughter to ring out in the apartment once he admitted to watching the movie the other night. That wasn’t the only secret shared on nights spent like this. With your head against Satoru’s shoulder and the credits playing in the background, you and him would retell the words written on the pages of your own youth and pour out what had you pacing at 2 in the morning.

The sorcerer's mind begins to wander further into the forest of recollection until the sound of his name halts him. Blinking himself out of his trance, he takes in his surroundings; the sound of footsteps coming from one retail store to another reminds him of where he is. Slowly, he turns around and sees you. 

Just like a scene from a movie, the world slows down as you make your way towards him, hands rubbing on the fabric of your jeans, a habit you often do whenever the nerves kick in. Finally reaching him, a small smile paints your face as you lift your head to get a better look at him. His mouth dries as his eyes dance around your face. 

“I’m sorry I took so long,” you break the silence.

It takes a moment for him to respond, but his eyes soften, and he says, “It’s okay.” 

He would never blame you for anything. 

The two of you stare at each other for a moment until he decides to wrap an arm around your shoulder with a playful smile. Walking down the hall, he guides you to the center of the mall, rambling about a dress he saw on display, leaving the sign of the women’s restroom behind.

I love my silly little drama queen sobsob

[charles-leclerizz]

ꕤ — DESERT OASIS

recording : date_number #1

THE FIRST DATE ON THE RECORD - NOT COUNTING THE THREE IN THE VAULT

word count : 788 words

reading time : 3 minutes 19 seconds

Masterlist · 🪷 Aisha · 🪷 Porsche F1 Team · 🪷

their playlist · 🪷 the relationships · 🪷 their relationship · 🪷 their pinterest board

" You think they saw us ? " aisha whispered, grasping her clutch to her waist as lando winded a hand around her waist and guided her up the steps of the ritz-carlton.

He snorted against her and placed a kiss on her exposed neck whilst plucking the keys of her Porsche from her hand to drop them into the obedient valet who stood patiently for them.

" I would be worried if they didn't "

His words seemed to work as a prayer, impromptu flashes and unintelligible shouts surrounded the couple who merely squeezed closer together whilst aisha glanced apologetically at the worker who was navigating the crowd with her car.

" You summoned them, " she hissed into his ear, smiling at the odd, matte black barrells that were aimed at her.

Lando chuckled, raising a hand up to take her chin into his grasp and pressed his lips against her cheek, his mouth raising into a cheeky smirk, " yea well, they're rabid dogs. "

She hummed in answer, laying her forehead against his shoulder tiredly, " can we go in now ? " aisha whined, her vision blurring at the startling beams of light increased tenfold.

Lando nodded, glancing down at her, " lets go. " he tutted his head in acknowledgement at the paparazzi before taking her hand and guiding them through the threshold of the resort.

" Date number 3 and they've just begun to post about us " aisha giggled down at her phone and twisted her wrist to show the man who sat in front of her the app.

" Is that what these are ? " lando grins back, " I just thought I was getting to look at a pretty woman for a large fee. " he shrugs as he leans back and takes in the late evening city scape.

The sprawling metropolis sat alight beyond them from the perch of the dinner table, the glistening lights from the various buildings illuminated the private meal from the rooftop restaurant they shared.

" A large fee ? honey, it's payment for being able to look at a pretty woman "

He laughed at that and reached over the table to take her hand in his whilst running his thumb over the gentle idents of her knuckles, " hmmm " he kissed each finger purposefully, " I guess you're right. "

" You've changed norris. " aisha cocked her head affectionately as she slipped her fingers out of his hold and ran them through his curls.

" I would hope so. last time we were together, we were just 15 years old. "

" You know what I mean." she sighs, " drivers are meant to be man whores, sleeping around and arrogant while they do it. you're nothing like what I heard. "

" And here I thought you were focusing on your career. "

" I am- but it's hard to ignore the journalists. "

Lando leaned back in his chair before jutting his foot out to nudge her heeled one, " well then lucky me, " he leaned his head onto his palm whilst the other came to wrap around his empty wrist, " because I'm perfectly happy with you. "

" You're too much of a flirt for your own good, " she arched a brow at him from over the rim of her wine glass, the sweet and perky alcohol slipped down her throat slowly as his eyes watched the nape of her neck like a python and its prey.

" You fell for it. " he argued, hazel eyes glinting.

" Fell for it ? jury's still out on that one. " she slid out of her chair, pushing away from their empty plates as she sauntered out towards the lip of the roof, pristine glass protected her from the far drop as a cool breeze swept by.

The gold silk of her dress rippled, and the swooping cut of her back tickled the dimples of her hips whilst the thin chain skimmed her spine. Leaning forward, aisha braced her elbows on the glass before she glanced behind her and bit her lip at lando who was approaching her from his place.

His shadow overtook her space as he leaned down to her ear and whispered, " never got the opportunity to appreciate your outfit tonight, " his fingers trailed down to the seam of where the fabric embraced the arch of her back, " it's perfect. " he purred.

" I never fuck up an ensemble norris, you better learn that quick. " she twisted in his hold and tucked her nose into his neck, " it's best for you. "

" yes ma'am " he mumbled against her.

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[darkmaga-retard]

In 2021, the World Health Organization’s (WHO) European drug monitoring system known as Vigibase, maintained by the Uppsala Monitoring Centre (UMC) in Sweden, received 19,916 reports of eye disorders following administration of COVID-19 shots. Vigibase had never recorded such a big spike in eye disorders until these biologics were introduced into the European market.1

Eye Disorders Reported in Vigibase After COVID Shots

 Although Vigbase does not provide details of the patient’s adverse vaccine event experience, it does provide the name of the disorder.

The following are the eye disorders reported and the number of vaccinated patients who experienced a COVID shot related adverse event: eye pain (4,616), blurred vision (3,839), photophobia or light intolerance (1,808), visual impairment (1,625), eye swelling (1,162), ocular hyperaemia or red eyes (788), eye irritation (768), itchy eyes or eye pruritus (731), watery eyes or increased lacrimation (653), double vision or diplopia (559), eye strain or asthenopia (459), dry eye (400), swelling around the eye or periorbital swelling (366), swelling of eyelid (360), flashes of light in the field of vision or photopsia (358), blindness (303), eyelid oedema (298), eye or ocular discomfort (273), conjunctival hemorrhage or breakage of a small eye vessel (236), blepharospasm or abnormal contraction of an eye muscle (223), vitreous floaters (192), periorbital oedema (171), and eye hemorrhage (169).2

In the United Kingdom’s Yellow Card System, a national database of side effects or adverse reactions to drugs or vaccines, there were similar reports of vaccine induced eye disorders following COVID shots. These reports are reported to have occurred after administration of AstraZeneca/Oxford University’s Vaxzevria COVID vaccine and Pfizer/BioNTech’s Comirnaty mRNA COVID shot, but also included eight reports of eye disorders following Moderna/NIAID’s Spikevax mRNA COVID shot, of which 100,000 first doses had been administered by Apr. 21, 2021 in the United Kingdom.3

[moutainrusing]

independence

788 words, no warnings, @dorlenemicroficprompts

Werewolves worked in packs. Vampires thrived on independence.

Both species hated each other.

- - -

Dorcas died when she was twenty-eight. Now she was around two hundred. She’d stopped counting. She couldn’t be bothered to care anymore, she was immortal.

- - -

Marlene was bitten when she was thirteen. Now she was twenty-eight. She was still counting. She was fighting skin and teeth for her life, constantly in danger of a bad transformation, because she was mortal, and she cared to make it count.

- - -

There was a war. Vampires found the blood of magical creatures very filling. It could last them months.

Werewolves were especially attuned to magical creatures during their transformation. They wanted to hunt and slash.

Vampires were after werewolf blood. Werewolves were after vampire bodies.

- - -

Because vampires were independent creatures, Dorcas didn’t actually have to join the war.

She opened her fridge, and downed a bottle of cow’s blood.

- - -

The packs were experiencing internal conflict, but not really. Werewolves couldn’t physically turn against each other. That was like trying to tear your heart from its ribcage. (Believe her, Marlene had tried.)

She hadn’t wanted to join the war, but the moment she tried to argue against Fenrir, the words slipping from her mouth were simply soundless particles of carbon dioxide, the ones of a silent exhale. And her lungs were squeezed so tight she couldn’t breath.

The only werewolves she could express her true beliefs to were the ones who shared them.

Which was why there was a divide between the two sides, but all of them were fighting as a whole against the vampires because Fenrir was their leader. He led them all. Marlene was unwillingly willing.

- - -

Rapping on Dorcas’s door.

“What?” She hissed, opening the door with a scowl.

Evan stood there, eyes red-rimmed.

“Toughen up, you’re a vampire,” Dorcas drawled.

Evan burst into tears, and in between sobs, he brokenly choked, “Barty—”

Dorcas sighed. “I warned you both against joining the war. I don’t care if you think werewolf blood is delicious, war is fucked.”

Evan didn’t stop crying.

Shaking her head, Dorcas let him in.

- - -

The vampire they’d slashed last night lay on the clearing in the middle of their home. Marlene wondered if they’d turned him. Was he still an immortal vampire, or was he now a mortal werewolf?

While the werewolves slept, Marlene sat and guarded the unmoving vampire or maybe werewolf. His skin had healed now. Was he resting?

Then his eyes flashed, white, and his incisors flashed, white, and he was growling at her, low, rolling towards her in seconds and pinning her by the throat. “Why can’t you just go away?”

Marlene garbled incoherently, not actually saying anything useful.

He hauled her up, wings unfolding from his back. Oh, he was still a vampire. Shit.

“See,” he said casually, “I want to fucking escape, but you’re making that fucking difficult by watching me like a fucking creep. So now you’re coming with me as I reunite with my beloved, and you’ll make a fucking good gift.”

- - -

Rapping on Dorcas’s door.

“Oh, what now?” She grumbled.

But Evan perked up on the sofa, running to the door. “That’s Barty’s knocking!” He reached so eagerly for the keys that they fell to the floor, and he tried to reach for them there and ended up kicking them away, and then he looked like he was about to wail again, so Dorcas heaved herself up, unlocking the door for him.

Evan ran straight into Barty’s arms, and Barty dropped the girl he was holding to lift Evan off the ground.

Dorcas sniffed. Shit. The girl was a werewolf.

Clearing her throat, she interrupted, “Sorry, but why have you brought a werewolf here?”

“Oh,” Barty glanced at the werewolf, remembering her existence again. Dorcas didn’t understand how he’d forgotten in the first place. She was memorable. Innocent, sweet, very pretty. How could someone forget that?

Then Barty grinned, grabbed her wrist, and passed her to Evan, “For you.”

Evan shared the murderous grin, and Dorcas stepped in. “No way.”

- - -

Marlene stared at the vampire who seemed opposed to taking her blood. The vampire smiled at her briefly, before glaring at the two boys.

“War is bad. Don’t join. Go reunite elsewhere.”

They smirked, then took off into the sky.

“Hi,” Marlene finally said.

The vampire nodded shortly. “Do you… need anything?”

Marlene was a werewolf. Werewolves tended to form very strong, unbreakable bonds. And now she had one with this vampire. She knew vampires were creatures of independence, but they had a few exceptions. All creatures needed love, after all.

- - -

Marlene seemed to just… stay in Dorcas’s house.

Dorcas didn’t want her to go.

Vampires were creatures of independence, but Marlene was Dorcas’s pack.

[orion-nottson]

OH NEIN ES IST DER KAPITÄN KALT ❗❗❗

GYAT DAYUM this piece is finally finished! 😭 took me ages but its worth it for my man 😌❤️

inspired by and some colors directly drawn from the flash #788: rogues to redemption with matt herms as the colorist. i just really enjoy how vibrant yet realistic his coloring is 😊

[why-i-love-comics]

The Flash #788 - "Rogues to Redemption" (2022)

written by Jeremy Adams art by Fernando Pasarin, Matt Ryan, & Matt Herms

[chocojae]

[02:47]

pairing ▸ boyfriend! jaehyun x gender neutral reader  genre ▸ fluff | crack word count ▸ 788. warnings ▸ profanity

YOU ROLLED TO THE OTHER SIDE OF BED, EYES WIDE OPEN AND HEART BEATING ALOUD.

The constant rustling of the bushes seemed to echo in the tense room, and it only made you jump out of fear. 

It would be an utter lie to say you are not scared to the bones. Because you are. 

Funny how your stupid ass is admitting it now because just three hours ago you remembered fishing out your laptop from the bag and courageously watching a horror film to shoo your boredom away.

A loud thud against the wall made you flinch, and the sound of muffled footsteps following soon after only made you shoot open your eyes. Hey, wait! Did someone just stack up the ladder against your dorm’s wall and was climbing up?

Several scenarios ran through your head. Could it be a killer who’s going to murder you because killing was his hobby? Or could it be a haunted doll who has a butcher’s knife in her left hand and a creepy smile — whatever be it, it was clear you were in danger.

So, with every little ounce of courage left in your body, you pushed the blanket off yourself and took the heavy ass book from your side table, approaching the window carefully and angling the book to smack the stranger.

Soon your eyes caught a well built figure releasing a sigh. You couldn’t make out who it was due to how dark it was — and because of your tinted window, of course. But the second the window slid open, you hit the stranger with all your might. 

“Oh shit—”

As you were about to close the window and lock it, the stranger’s voice caught your attention. Holy shit, it was your boyfriend. Your eyes widened and you abandoned the book in your hand to help your boyfriend crawl in.

He was groaning and hissing in pain. All of a sudden guilt rushed through you. Though you were trying to protect yourself (and ignoring the fact that a book isn’t even close to being suitable for self defense) you accidentally hit your boyfriend, your freaking boyfriend.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Jaehyun didn’t reply, looking at you with his squinted eyes. Maybe he was judging you? Maybe he was thinking of beating the shit out of you? You didn’t know. “I know that,” He pauses, gulping. “I ate your pizza without your permission but hey that’s mean.” 

“I am serious.” You gently shove his hand off his face. “Did it hurt?”

“Not really, but yes—“ 

“Oh my god! I am so sorry. I thought you were someone who came to kill me so I smacked you—“

“You didn’t even let me finish, babe.” He chuckles and runs a hand through his hair. “No, it didn’t hurt when you smacked me with a book but yes,” He passes you a silly grin. “It did hurt when I fell from heaven.” You couldn’t help but let out a small giggle at his dorkiness. 

“But, things aside— why in the world are you here literally at 3 in the morning?” Jaehyun doesn’t say anything, opting to flop on your bed instead. You follow him soon after, facing him as he stared at you intimately.

“I missed you.” He finally says, dimples flashing. A comfortable silence takes over the room as you stare into his beautiful orbs. It almost turned into a staring contest before he once again spoke.

“I still don’t get it though, why are you awake when you are usually sleeping at this hour? Also, pretty disappointed you didn’t lock your window.” You fake a cough, cheeks turning pink from embarrassment. 

“I— um, was watching a movie since I couldn’t sleep. I genuinely thought I would be worn out after watching the movie and will fall asleep but oh, well.” You sigh, earning a deep chuckle from the man beside you.

“I bet it was a thriller movie, right?” 

“More like a horror.” Jaehyun nods at your answer. “Finally understood why you threw that book of yours in my handsome face.” You mumbled a quiet sorry before laughing along with him.

“Since both of us can’t sleep, how about we snuggle up?” You suggest, watching his eyes twinkle up in amusement as you embrace his torso, leaning in close enough to get stiff of his cologne. It didn’t take him long to hug you back.

“Goodnight. Hope you dream of me.” Though you couldn’t see him, you were sure a stupid grin would be adoring his face.

“Lord, I hate you.” You whispered sweetly, leaning in to press a kiss on his jaw.

“Love you too.”

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[bratzforchris]

Hey! Would you mind doing a little work about Ash with an S/O (gn pls if you don’t mind) who does musicals on broadway and comes home from rehearsal one night super stressed and just comforts them? I feel like he’d be the best at giving hugs and making silly jokes to make you feel better! Feel free to ignore this and make sure to take care of yourself <33

Feel Better

❃

Summary: Above

Pairing: Ashton x gender neutral reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 788

A/N: Thank you for the request!

❃

You had loved Broadway ever since you were young. You’d spend hours every day researching the various actors and actresses and listening to the soundtracks. Throughout your childhood, you had worked desperately towards a performing arts school and then, hopefully, Broadway. 

It had been to your great surprise and joy when you’d gotten accepted into Juilliard. You had been working for this since you were a child and your dream was finally, finally coming true. You’d moved to New York City with one dream in mind, and somehow, you had ended up getting it, as well as a dream you didn’t know you needed. 

You’d met Ashton in the small cafe near your campus. You had simply had the intent of grabbing a latte before your rehearsal for the school’s production of Dear Evan Hansen, where you were playing the role of Zoe. Somehow, you’d ended up talking to the beautiful honey-blond man behind you, only to learn that he was a drummer in a band. Despite being strangers, you two had clicked instantly, with Ashton walking you back to Juilliard’s auditorium when it came time for you to be back at your rehearsal. It had been the start of a beautiful relationship that you still treasured to this day. 

Flash forward one year, and you were in Dear Evan Hansen again, only this time, you were playing Zoe on Broadway and Ashton was your boyfriend. It really should have been a beautiful, full-circle moment, but at the moment you were much too frustrated to see that. Everything seemed to be going wrong at rehearsal today. It was tech week and somehow the costumes still weren’t right, the actor playing Evan kept forgetting his lines, and the spotlights continually went out, despite just being fixed. You loved your job, but sometimes it was beyond exhausting. 

You sighed as you dropped your tote bag onto the floor of your and Ashton’s apartment in the Upper East Side. You could hear your boyfriend somewhere deep inside the apartment, singing to himself while tapping out what sounded like a new drum beat. 

“Ash?” You called, sliding off your shoes and walking towards the sound. 

Ashton was sat at his drum set in his bedroom-turned-studio, headphones on. He seemed to be deeply immersed in whatever he was working on, so you turned and went to leave the room, figuring you’d give him some space to work. However, the honey-blond caught sight of you from the corner of his eye and immediately slipped the headphones off. 

“Y/N! You’re home!” he exclaimed happily. 

You nodded softly, trying not to let your face display your emotions. You loved Ashton’s personality more than words, but sometimes his optimistic cheeriness was a bit too much. 

“Is something wrong?” he immediately asked as he surveyed your features. 

“I’m just…stressed is all.” You said quickly, trying to change the subject. 

Your boyfriend walked over and wrapped you in a hug, squeezing tightly. “I’m sorry, my love. Wanna talk about it?” he asked gently. 

You shrugged, unsure of what to say. “Everything was just going wrong today and we’re already so close to opening night.”

Ashton frowned, kissing your head. “I’m sorry, baby. I know how much this means to you. But you do know that everything else going wrong has nothing to do with your skills, right?”

You sighed. “I know. It’s just hard to feel like it’s not my fault when I have such a big role.”

He nodded, pulling you closer. “I completely understand that. It can feel that way in the band sometimes too. Y’know, when things just aren’t going right and people always say ‘the drummer is the backbone of the band’.”

You snuggled further into your boyfriend’s chest, nodding softly. “Thank you, Ash. I mean, thank you for understanding. I know you were busy, I’m sorry I just dumped all this on you.”

“Hey hey, no. None of that,” Ashton tipped your chin up with his pointer finger. “I love you, okay? I’ll always be here to listen to your problems, no matter how big or small they are and no matter how busy I am. Because I love you, and I’d do anything to see you happy.” he smiled and let out one of his goofy giggles. 

You couldn’t help but giggle too at Ashton’s adorable sweetness. He was the perfect boyfriend in all facets and every day he proved that to you more and more just being himself. 

“Now, what do you say we order takeout, yeah? I could go for shrimp fried rice and crab rangoons.” 

You nodded eagerly, tugging him towards your kitchen to get the well-worn takeout menu from your favorite Chinese place. “Don’t mind if I do.”

[batmann]

"Hey Flash. Looks like you could use my help ..."

Hartley Rathaway in The Flash #788

[dispatchdcu]

The Flash #788 Preview

The Flash #788 Preview #dccomics #comics #comicbooks #news #DCEU #dcuuniverse #art #info #NCBD #wallywest #Amazon #comicbooknews #previews #reviews #flash #theflash #scarletspeedster #speedforce #centralcity #flashfacts

  The Flash #788 Preview:   When Gregory Wolfe wins the mayorship of Central City, he implements a radical agenda to instill order…including deputizing the Rogues to enforce the law and ridding the city of its well-known vigilante—the Flash! Written by JEREMY ADAMS Pencils and inks by FERNANDO PASARIN and MATT RYAN Cover by TAURIN CLARKE Variant cover by GEORGE KAMBADAIS ’90s Cover Month variant…

[sarahreadstoomanycomics]

I am not actually that emotional of a person but the way I screamed. My boy he’s back and he’s here to help Wally. Okay Jeremy Adams your Flash run is now everything I could officially want. (From The Flash 788)

[dailydccomics]

Wally’s got the right idea: always laugh at cops The Flash #788

[birichardswift]

Michael and Pieter in the preview for The Flash 788

[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

I want to get into the flash comics and dont know where to start, do you have any suggestions?

How much time do you have? Lmao

No but seriously my answer will entirely depend on if you want a starting point to jump onto the current run or if you want to read the best highlights of the Flash or if there's a specific character you want to read about or if you... want to read it all.

If you want to jump into the current run of Flash comics there are a couple 'on ramps' designed for new readers: The Flash #768 is the start of Adams run so that's a great place to start (just don't forget to read the 2021 Flash annual!) but you could also jump in at #787! #787 is a great place to start reading for new fans and you will be all ready to go for when #788 comes out this Tuesday.

If you want more of a reading list though I can't recommend Mark Waid's Flash run enough (The Flash #62-159). Also the entirety of the series Impulse and the og Young Justice. Then you would probably want to read Goeff Johns Flash run (#164-225). Then the All Flash #1 (2007) and the Wild West arc is a must read (#231-247).

Next up I'd have to say Flash: Rebirth (the mini series). Then DC Universe Rebirth #1. The Rebirth Titans series (until Wally leaves), Flash War (#46-51), Flash Forward, The Flash: Finish Line (#756-762), Death Metal: Speed Metal #1, and then you can read Jeremy Adams run.

But again, you can also just jump in at the last Flash issue (#787). That's cool too.

Also this is not a complete history at all. This is just the good stuff (imo) so if you want the complete timeline of say... Bart, Wally, Ace or Barry or something lemme know and I'll give you that.