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Boundary Myths

Myth: If I set Boundaries, I’m being selfish.
Fact: Appropriate boundaries actually increase our ability to care about others.

Myth: Boundaries are a sign of disobedience.
Fact: A lack of boundaries is often a signal of disobedience. People who have shaky limits are often compliant on the outside, but rebellious and resentful on the inside.

Myth: If I begin setting boundaries, I will be hurt by others.
Fact: Boundaries are a litmus test for the quality of our relationships. Those people in our lives who can respect our boundaries will love our wills, our opinions, our separateness.

Myth: If I set boundaries, I will hurt others.
Fact: Boundaries are not an offensive weapon; boundaries are a defensive tool. Appropriate boundaries don’t control, attack, or hurt anyone. They simply prevent injury.

Myth: Boundaries mean that I am angry.
Fact: Anger tells us that a boundary has been violated. This is generally not new anger, it’s old anger. It’s often years of no’s that were never voiced, never respected, and never listened to.

Myth: When others set boundaries, it injures me.
Fact:  An inability to accept other’s boundaries can indicate a problem in taking responsibility.
Fact: Past, inappropriate boundaries set on us as children can injure us.

Myth: Boundaries cause feelings of guilt.
Fact: We need to distinguish between those who give to get and those who truly give.
Fact: Just because we have received something doesn’t mean we owe something.

Myth: Boundaries are permanent, and I’m afraid of burning my bridges.
Fact: You own your boundaries. They don’t own you.
Fact: If you set limits with someone, and they respond in a mature and loving way, you can negotiate the boundary.

Could & Townsend, 1992, ps. 103-120

Preventing hand injuries from digital art

I got a question about drawing injuries, and I typed up a pretty lengthy response so I wanted to share it here as well.

I get asked a lot about hand strains and injuries, and it is something most artists have to face one time or another just because we work so hard for our dreams. I personally don’t get strains or injuries, both for art and for piano playing when I still majored in it, two main creative paths where hand/arm injuries are common. My hands rarely feel tired and when they do, I stop drawing. So when I get asked, I usually can only offer the fact that you can find a lot of carpal tunnel exercises on google and there’s nothing else I know about relief exercises, other than I find that flinging my hands also help loosen them up a bit.

The most important thing about this issue is actually prevention rather than relief. I would like to believe this approach is what prevented me from getting injured–I’ve never really been a push through the pain type person, and glorifying suffering and pain as a sign of hard work is definitely unhealthy, as those are huge signals from your body telling you to stop. There are many things that I know for sure strains your hands much more than anything else that I will list below, and I believe that, if it is possible for you, the most efficient way to deal with injury is to find out which of these things is the cause and working around it.

The first big cause is posture; if your arms have no support points (ie you have to hold your elbow up with your muscles or tense your wrist to maintain stability) you will strain much easier, just like how you get tired easier standing at an uncomfortable pose vs a well grounded one. So be sure to seat yourself so that you have somewhere to rest your arm while drawing, while your body is at a relaxed angle with full support. For a normal tablet, rest your arm and wrist somewhere on the table or the tablet. For a Cintiq or tablet monitor, try having it upright so that your elbow can rest on your desk, and your wrist can rest on the cintiq screen, and you only need to use your fingers to control the pen.

The second cause is your grip on the pen. This can be caused by your need for precision/speed of repetitive movement/pressure. Line art, or cross hatching, or pressing hard to get the darkness of the brush you need, are all high stress activities that strains your hand much more than, say, rendering or putting down a base painting. Knowing that, you can:

  • Use a higher brush opacity or turn off pressure sensitivity for opacity to prevent yourself from having to press really hard to get brush impact you want.
  • Go to your wacom tablet preferences if you have one, and set the hardness of the brush so that it’s easier to get the brush opacity/size you want. You want to have the problem of having to try to press lighter for lighter lines, rather than having to press harder for darker/thicker lines. The latter strains much more than the former.
  • If your grip of the pen is too tight purely because the pen is slippery/too small for you/hard to grip, such as old bamboo tablets, there are rubber tablet pen paddings that you can buy online, or you can just use a layer of masking tape all around the grip area to increase friction/grip comfort and make it easier for yourself to hold your pen. A Cintiq or Intuos Pro pen is ideally what you want your pen to feel like: have friction on the surface so your fingers don’t slip, large enough so it rests and takes up space comfortably between your thumb and index fingers without you tensing and curling your hand inwards really hard, and shaped so that your grip is stopped right before the cone of the tip, preventing slipping.

The third cause is the schedule of your drawing. This may or may not be possible to change because for a lot of us, a deadline is a deadline. But try to space your tasks so that you cycle between intense, detailed, hand-straining work, and relaxing, loose, more brainstorming work. The latter is excellent for hand rest while still being productive creative work. For example, if you are drawing comic pages, it might make sense in terms of efficiency to sketch 10 pages, then ink 10 pages, then tone 10 pages. But when you are inking those 10 pages consecutively, that’s when you give your hands no rest and your hand will start to hurt a lot, while you have no choice but to push through the pain to get the work done. Instead, try to draw these pages one by one, or have a few drawings at various stages of completion to rotate between. eg. you work on inking drawing A, then when you feel your hands are strained, switch to putting down loose underpainting for drawing B, switch back to inking drawing A, then start brainstorming drawing C and think more/draw less. Give your hands some natural times to rest up with less intense work, and you get work done without having to lose time by having to really stop drawing altogether.

As tempting as it is to try to feel like you are working as hard as you can to achieve your dreams and aspirations, while feeling guilty about resting/taking the more relaxing route, remember that your hands make your art possible, so treat them well! 

have a cleaned up but still ridiculous ‘brought together by a minor car accident’ au because jily. and llamas.

“Hello? Ma’am? Are you okay?”

Lily opened her eyes to find a boy staring at her through her car window with mild concern on his face. Two boys, actually. She blinked, trying to refocus her gaze. Didn’t work, but he was so pretty she almost didn’t mind seeing two of him.

“Are you okay?” he asked again.

Lily took stock—her knee hurt like hell, but the airbag had deployed and prevented serious injury. Her greatest danger seemed to be repeated sneezing from the bloody white powder still hanging in the air.

She rolled down her window. “I think so, yeah.”

“Thank fuck—I mean god. I mean shit.” He rested a hand on the roof of her car and leaned forward. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright,” Lily said, leaning her head back on her seat. “Did I hit the llama?”

The grin slipped of his face—faces. “You don’t remember what happened?”

“Er…I hit a llama?”

“No, you didn’t.”

“I didn’t?”

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

“There was a llama…right?” She swore there was a llama, and swearing, and swerving.

“A llama, or a mutant sheep,” he said, grinning slightly. Lily’s vision finally focused—there was only one of him now. He was far handsomer than her blurry vision had given him credit for. 

He had a very nice smile, didn’t he?

“You really don’t remember?” he asked. She shook her head. Or started to, but stopped, due to the pain. Good Teeth leaned forward. “Are you sure you’re okay? Were you unconscious just then?”

“No,” Lily said, because that was the appropriate reply when someone asked you if you were just unconscious.

“Right,” he said. She could tell he didn’t believe her. She didn’t believe her.

“Was I unconscious?”

“Maybe. And you didn’t hit the llama, you hit me.”

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Cars used to be a luxury item that didn’t go faster than a well-motivated horse, so a simple lap belt was sufficient to keep drivers safe in a bruising 10-mile-per-hour collision. But, as cars sped up, lap belts started contributing to injuries instead of preventing them. One of those who died was a relative of Volvo president Gunnar Engellau, who decided that was some bullshit.

In the late 1950s, he hired an engineer named Nils Bohlin to make cars safer – not just their cars, but all cars. Recognizing the need for a device that absorbed force across both the chest and waist, Bohlin developed the three point seatbelt that’s in essentially every modern vehicle more complex than a bumper car.

Now, this put Engellau’s company in a powerful position; they could have made rival car executives get on their knees and beg for the privilege to pay millions for access to this new technology, or they could have just refused to share the patent and instead run with a new marketing slogan like, “Volvo: The Only Car That Won’t Splatter Your Brains Across The Goddamn Sidewalk.”

Instead, Volvo allowed anyone to use their new patent for free because, while they wanted to make money, they drew the line at letting other human beings die just because they preferred to drive a rival automobile. And they weren’t begrudgingly getting ahead of the government inevitably forcing them to share in the name of public interest – the company sent Bohlin abroad to promote the use of his new belt.

5 Totally CRAZY CEOs Who Valued Humanity Over Profits

merry christmas, @from-james-to-lily, who requested ‘met by a minor car accident’ au

“Hello? Ma’am? Are you okay?”

When she opened her eyes, a distraught, concerned looking boy was staring at her through her car window. Two of them, actually. Lily blinked, trying to refocus her gaze. Didn’t work.

He was so pretty she almost didn’t mind seeing two of him.

When she didn’t respond right away, he asked the question again.

Lily took stock—her knee hurt like hell, but the airbag had deployed, preventing serious injury. Her greatest danger? Sneezing from the bloody white powder hanging in the air.

She rolled down her window. “I’m okay. Did I hit the llama?”

His faces shifted from mildly concerned to gravely concerned.

“You—you don’t remember what happened?”

“Er…I hit a llama?”

“No. Are you sure you’re alright?”

Was there a llama?” she asked.

“That, or a mutant sheep,” he said, grinning. Lily’s vision finally focused. There was only one of him, but he was far handsomer than her blurry vision had given him credit for.

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6 Incredibly Satisfying Stretches For Tight Hips

Every time you sit down, you’re actively shortening the muscles in your hips, which ultimately makes them feel stiff. Exercise that involves hinging at the hips (like spinning) can make this even worse.

Luckily, some simple-but-incredibly-satisfying stretches can relieve the tension and promote flexibility. Here are six of them, as demonstrated by Bree Branker, a certified yoga instructor and indoor cycling instructor atFlywheel in New York City. Note: You can hold them for as long as you’d like!

1. Figure Four: Lie on your back with your arms along your sides, your knees bent, and the soles of your feet on the floor near your butt. Place your right ankle over your left leg, just below the knee. With both hands, grasp your left thigh. Lift your head and shoulders off the ground, and bend your elbows to gently pull your left knee in toward your chest. (You should feel it in your right hip.) Repeat on the opposite side.

2. Standing Bow: Balance on your left foot and bend your right knee as you bring your right foot toward your butt. With your right hand, grab the inside of the right foot. Keeping your hips square to the ground, hinge forward slightly as you reach up and forward with your left hand, and lift the right foot up behind you until you feel the stretch in your right hip. Repeat on the opposite side.

3. Upward-Facing Dog: Lie facedown on a mat with the tops of your feet on the ground and your toes pointed behind you. With bent elbows, place both palms on the ground near your hips. Relax your shoulders as you extend your elbows, and open your chest toward the front of your mat. Take your gaze upward and press into the palms to lift your hips up off the ground. To increase the stretch, increase the arch in your back and press the hips forward.

4. Floor Bow: Lie facedown on a mat and bend both knees to bring your heels toward your butt. With your left hand, reach behind you to grab the outside of your left foot. With your right hand, reach behind you and grab the outside of your right foot. Arch your back as you simultaneously use your hands to lift your knees and chest up off the floor.

5. Supta Virasana With High Hips: Sit on your knees with the tops of your feet pressed against the floor, your toes pointing behind you, and your butt on your heels. Gently lean back and place your elbows on the floor about knees-width apart. Place your left palm on your left heel and your right palm on your right heel. Keeping your neck in line with your spine and your shoulders away from your ears, press your hips up toward the ceiling.

6. Bridge Pose: Lie on your back with your knees bent, the soles of your feet on the floor about hips-width apart, and your arms along your sides, palms facing down. Release the tension in your neck as your press into your arms and shoulders to lift your hips up to the ceiling until you feel the stretch in your hips.

https://www.yahoo.com/health/6-orgasmic-stretches-for-tight-hips-115132669368.html

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People always ask me about finger strengthening & injury prevention exercises for rock climbing.  In this video I discuss 3 simple exercises you can do with rubber bands that help strengthen your fingers and prevent injuries.

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Crocodiles Necklace 

Cartier Paris, Commissioned by María Félix (1914-2002) in 1975

Gold, 1 023 brilliant-cut fancy intense yellow diamonds, weighing 60.02 carats in total, two navette-shaped emerald cabochons (eyes), 1 060 emeralds, weighing 66.86 carats in total, two ruby cabochons (eyes).

Each crocodile is fully articulated and may be worn as a brooch. In order to prevent injury to the neck when worn as a necklace, the inner feet have been replaced with motifs that give the effect of tucked-in feet.

Rumor has it that the eccentric Mexican actress entered Cartier’s Rue de la Paix boutique with a small fishbowl containing a pet baby crocodile. She then had the design team create custom interlocking jeweled versions of the creature in the same size.

“They admired my beauty and intelligence, I was only a woman with the heart of a man. A warrior.”

María Félix

Post-Mortem Animal Predation

The consumption of body tissues by animals after death is termed ‘post mortem predation’ and it can severely impact a homicide investigation or rescue missions for dead bodies after natural disasters.

Feeding animals can contaminate biological evidence, scatter remains, distort injury patterns, and prevent investigators from determining a cause of death. However, the presence of maggots and their larval stages can be an invaluable tool in determining how long a person has been dead and whether they died in the location they were found in or were moved.

Unfortunately, in cases where people have died indoors and lain undiscovered for long periods of times, it is common for pets to snack on their deceased owners. In 2009, a woman had a heart attack in her apartment alongside her pet Doberman. When she was finally discovered four days later, the starving dog had eaten all the flesh off her face, deeply gouged her arms, and left huge claw marks (pictured) on her back.

  • Me: be cool, keep your expectations low it's just an episode of a show
  • Also me: Chocolate ✔️
  • bottle of moscato ✔️✔️
  • pillow for clutching ✔️✔️✔️
  • coffee table moved to prevent head injury in case of fainting when The nuzzle™ and more happens ✔️✔️✔️✔️
  • overly high expectations & complete anxious anticipation ✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️
  • Surety of death ✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️
  • I AM FINE. FIINNEEEEE
Not Bad of A Choice (Baekhyun) ~ Final

This is the finale of this series! And I have to say, this last chapter is very bad. omg I am much disappoint.

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“Watch where you’re going!” the driver shouter from his window as the car passed. My eyes slowly opened to see Baekhyun had pushed me onto the sidewalk. His entire body encased mine. His arms were wrapped tightly and securely around me as I opened my eyes.

My head slightly hurts from hitting the pavement but Baekhyun’s hand held the back to prevent any injuries. Once he knew everything was alright, he pulled back and placed a hand on my cheek.

“Are you okay?” he questioned. Only when he realized that he had his hand on my cheek that he quickly removed it and stood up, offering out a hand to help me up as well. I took it and stood up, rubbing my arm.

“I’m fine…T-thanks for…you know..saving my life.” I awkwardly replied. He let out a gentle smile before taking my hand. Only then did I realize that the hand that held my head from hitting the ground was scraped.

“Baekhyun, your hand.” I looked at it but he shook his head, to tell me to let the subject pass.

“It’s not a big deal.” I shook my head before gripping the hand tighter before turning and dragging him towards the hotel. We went up the elevator and to our suite.

“Sit, I’ll be right back.”


-Baekhyun-


Sh left the room in a hurry, to get a first-aid kit probably. I sat there on the couch of our suite and looked around. My eyes landed on the vase near the window. It was filled with water and the custom made bouquet that I gave her two days ago. I smiled at the sight of it. They still seemed healthy and I assumed she took care of them well.

I missed his place. I miss having her around. God, I hope she takes me back.

Her footsteps came tapping back and she sat on the couch, opening up the kit. With warm, soft hands, she picked up my injured one and inspected it.

“This might sting a bit.” and I winced the moment she put some alcohol on it. Her eyes looked at mine when she saw me flinch and gave a small smile of apology.

“You know…you didn’t have to do that for me…” she mumbled as she started to clean up the injury.

“Was I suppose to let you die? No, I will never hear the end of it from our parents-” I stopped my own sentence when she gave me a look.

“No no, I don’t mean it like I didn’t want to get yelled at. I can’t bare to see someone that I…love..get hurt.” I looked down as I said my sentence, slowly trailing off. I heard soft giggled as she bandaged my hand up.

“Thank you, Baekhyun.” she whispered in my ear before giving my hand a kiss. I felt my cheeks ignite into flames at her actions. At that moment, I decided to risk another chance at asking her.

“(Y/n).”

“Baekhyun.” the both of us said at the same time. She let out another small giggle before motioning for me to go.

“You first.” I insisted. Her grin turned into a shy smile.

“If…if you want…I’m willing to let..us be a thing..” she muttered under her breath. Even though it was low, I could hear it just fine. My mouth curved into a bright smile as I tackled her with a tight hug, knocking us both onto the couch.

“I was just about to ask you the same thing.” I told her as we pulled apart. She laughed before the both of us sat up again.

“No, come on. I want to hear you ask it…” she left her arms wrapped around my neck as she sent me a cute smile. The one where her eyes turned into crescents and there are cute dimples at the corner of her lips.

“If you still have feelings for me, (Y/n)…Will you be my girlfriend?” I asked with confidence and she nodded, burying her face in my neck while doing so.

My heart thumped against my rib cage as the happiness soared through me.

Day 7

I quickly paid for the item, thanked the lady who kindly smiled at me before I ran out the door. On the run, my phone rang.

“Hello? Mom?” I asked as I took a breath.

“Baekhyun! It’s been a week! We need you to come back to the house to make your decision.” she stated grimly. I knew my answer already. That was why I’m running right now. Just yesterday to today, (Y/n) and I went out for a movie, we ate so much food that I was sure one of us would fall into a food coma. Then we went back to the suite to cuddle before we went to sleep.

Right now, I was on my way back to the suite to get her and go to my parent’s house.

When I went through our bedroom door, she was hugging a pillow as she breathed calmly. I smiled before going up and shaking her shoulder.

“(Y/n)…baby…you need to get up..” she let out a small whine before turning the other way. I set the bag down on the floor where she won’t see and smirked. I then jumped onto the bed (making sure not to hurt her of course) and straddled her.

“Get up, sweetheart.” I whispered in her ear, making her jerk awake. In the process making out head hit each other. I fell back onto the bed as she fell back onto her pillow.

“Why am I up so early??” she asked, yawning as she attempted to fix her hair. I looked at her in adoration before laughing.

“My folks summoned me back at their house and I wanted you to come along.” I answered before pulling her off of the bed to go get ready.

Within fifteen minutes, she was all set. Teeth brushed, hair fixed and perfected, outfit looking as good as ever. Just as she pulled on her jacket, I pulled her out of the suite and down to my car (on the way, not forgetting what I bought just earlier). We got into my car and I drove to my parent’s house. We made our way in to see them standing there in the living room, striding back and forth until they noticed us. With them is (Y/n)’s parents. Even better…

“Ah! Baekhyun! There you are. Good, you brought (Y/n)…” my mother stated before pulling the both of us to sit on the couch.

“What’s this about..?” (Y/n) asked, the confusion clearly written on her face.

“Well…Baekhyun told us that he wanted to divorce you just a week ago…we gave him until today to make his decision…” my father answered her slowly. A frown set itself onto her gorgeous face as she looked at me. I hated that frown. I didn’t like that I knew she was thinking of the fight we had just a week ago.

“Well, today is the day…Baekhyun? Do you still want the arranged engagement to continue?” her father asked me. I stood up with a sigh before looking at (Y/n) who had concern floating in her eyes.

“No. I don’t want the engagement to continue…” I replied and just as I expected, the whole room let out a gasp as (Y/n) abruptly stood up in anger. Just as she was about to speak, I held up my index finger to shush her.

“BECAUSE, I wanted to do this…” I reached into my pocket and knelt down onto one knee. (Y/n) let out a surprised gasp as she covered her mouth, watching my every movement.

“I wanted our engagement to be all on our own decisions, not some family arranged get together. So…(Y/n)…I love you so much and I’m sincerely sorry for all the things that I put you through…but, if you would do the honor, will you marry me?” I asked as I opened the box in my hand. She let out a small scream and nodded, not finding the confidence in her words.

Our parents went ballistic. Both mothers were hugging each other, trying to stop their tears from falling as our fathers high fived and watch us.

“Yes! I will marry you, Byun Baekhyun.” (Y/n) answered when she found her voice again. I smiled so wide I thought my face was going to tear apart. I stood up and placed the ring onto her finger before lifting her up with our hug.

“Never worry me like that again.” she said in my ear as she sobbed with joy. I can’t help but tear up myself. My life is going to be so positively different now.

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I hope you all enjoyed this series as much as I enjoyed making it up. I know this isn’t the best chapter but I tried..

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AU - Villain / Virus Genos

  • Name: Genos
  • Alias: Virus
  • Rank: Class-S Villain
  • Age: 21 years old
  • Goal: The complete destruction of the Hero Association.

In a world where a grievous injury prevented Saitama from completing his training, Genos had no reason to join the Hero Association. A stroke of luck had him tracking down the laboratory where the Mad Cyborg was developed, and although there was no trace of him, Genos learned that the owner of the lab was a supposed hero by the name of Metal Knight.

Perturbed by the revelation, but willing to give a member of the Hero Association the benefit of the doubt, Genos confronted Metal Knight to learn the truth behind the tragic incident that had wiped his village and his family from existence. The Mad Cyborg had been a failure, the hero admitted, one that had already been corrected and which wouldn’t happen again. The apprehension the meeting caused wasn’t enough of a warning for the calamity that would occur.

Genos’s attempt at finding the righteous truth had done nothing but set Metal Knight’s sights on him and his creator. It didn’t take more than a few weeks for the cyborg to inadvertently lead him to Doctor Kuseno. The lethal raid happened a few days later, and for the second time in his life, Genos lost everything.

Forlorn, enraged, Genos exposed all of Metal Knight’s crimes to the Association, only to discover that they’d already known. They had known, and they had done nothing to punish him. And now they were asking him to keep things quiet.

That was the  day Genos lost hope in justice and the concept of heroes. It was the day Virus was born.

He had to overcome his dislike of complicated machinery and learn to repair himself. He fought, adapted, survived, even if it meant stealing other people’s technology and becoming increasingly more machine than man. There was no other choice: he had to become strong enough to destroy Metal Knight and expose the truth. Strong enough to destroy the Hero Association, by any means necessary.

“Heroes don’t exist. They never did.”


AU concept-thingy.

I’ve always hated my legs. I think they’re the least flattering part of my body, because they are way too big. I hate that I have a chronic knee injury. These legs prevent me from becoming a more flexible dancer. They prevent me from sitting in most arm chairs. They prevent me from riding on rollercoasters, or fly on planes. They prevent me from wearing skinny jeans and leggings comfortably. I hate them so much that I refuse to wear shorts in the summer, or even a bathing suit. For 20+ years, I’ve told myself that my legs were holding me down. But I should be telling myself that my legs are lifting me up. They are not a burden. They keep me walking everyday. They have endured years of dancing. They have survived hundreds of strains and injuries. They allowed me to do splits in middle and high school. They allow me to do 90-degree arabesques. They allow me to squat. They allow me to walk for 4 miles on hiking trails. But most important, they allow me to be me, a dancer and an athlete. I have to learn to appreciate and love my legs more. They have done so much for me. They are beautiful and freaking strong! 

In the first books, toms are shown to not have much to deal with their kits. In Bluestar’s Prophecy, it shows that Thrushpelt acted like a noble “father” (basically, he brooded for a bit, helped reinforce the camp, and went on with his life).  In later books, though, this is not the case. Spiderleg is even scorned by the clan for not paying attention to his kits, which is something early book fathers did. Family life seems to be strengthened in later books, most likely because of Firestar.

Firestar is shown to always give siblings their ceremonies together, unless a very prolonged injury prevents so (such as Sorreltail). This was never the case with Bluestar, who gave ceremonies because of special circumstances, even if siblings were not named together.

Firestar always lamented that he didn’t have a family. That’s why he stole time for visits to Princess and why he believed in Cloudtail so fiercely. In later series, thanks to Sandstorm, he was given his own family ties in the clan, which, by now, branches and stretches far in the clan. 

So it can be assumed when given his family, he was an overprotective father. This is shown when he takes the disappearance of his kits very badly - he has lost what he had wanted for so long. So it makes sense that in his rein, he would urge his clanmates to focus on their families more than in the past.

Therefore, the strengthening of family ties in later books probably has most to do with Firestar and what he valued most.