Reverse X-Files series where in every episode the protagonists investigate some apparently mundane crime which, through a series of unlikely contrivances, turns out to have been caused by aliens. The leading duo consists of a prissy, straight-laced forensic accountant who’s obsessed with cracking open a massive case of corporate malfeasance (and is endlessly frustrated that every lead they follow keeps turning up aliens instead), and well-meaning but absent-minded cryptozoologist who thinks their partner is paranoid for regarding corporate misconduct as a more likely explanation than aliens.

i honestly c a n n o t believe that in the year 2016 some fuckos tried to pay gillian anderson half (HALF) of david duchovny’s pay for the x-files reboot. listen we all know nobody’s turning out to see david duchovny sit around like an unbaked croissant when gillian anderson’s RIGHT THERE being exceptional in every regard, and yet a whole sucession of people clearly approved this fuckery. somebody line up every single yahoo involved in that decision and let me physically fight each one. i know gillian anderson doesn’t need me to defend her honor but i’ve got two fists and a lot of pent-up anger. i’m ready

During the summers when I was still in high school, both of my parents worked 3rd shift so I’d have the house all to myself. I’d stay up until dawn watching shows like X-Files and Destination Truth and various ghost shows and all those creepy things like that and there was a very strange aesthetic that came with it. Like, the windows would be open and a warm breeze would be flowing though and every so often a storm would be coming in and you could hear the wind flowing through the fields behind my house. Sometimes when a storm was on the horizon, I’d sneak out and stand in the back field and watch it roll in. I’d feel like the only person left on earth and it was so strange, like reality had been slightly altered, and it was so incredibly peaceful.